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Tough to Love [Connor x Fem!Reader]

Author Note: So I apologize in advance if this is shit. I wrote a couple different versions of it, and then I realized that OC’s aren’t always that popular so I changed it to an “x reader”. Also, this can be continued more than what I have originally planned if you guys want, just leave me some suggestions and feedback if that’s something that y’all want. Anyways! Hope you like it!

Part 1/?? 

Warnings; Swearing

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: You are a detective working along-side Lieutenant Hank Anderson and his partner Connor. After the revolution has come to a close, the homicide unit of the Police Department has slowly started to die down. However, the past is coming back to haunt you, and now there seems to be rouge androids still refusing to live peacefully among society. How will you manage, and how will these new cases effect your relationship with Connor. 

You yawn loudly as the elevator came to a stop on the 6th floor, the doors opening to reveal the homicide floor. Quickly, you make a dash to the break room, running face first into a familiar suit jacket. You look up at the chocolate brown eyes and smile sleepily as he speaks quietly,

“Good morning Detective.” The android smiles, watching you curiously as you make your way over to the coffee machine; rubbing your temples. 

“Morning Connor.” You yawn, yet again as you watch the scalding hot, caffeine filled liquid drip slowly in your mug. 

“Someone seems to have low energy levels, and an abnormally slow heartbeat.” Connor attempts to make a joke, only resulting in the unimpressed look in your [E/C] eyes. His goofy half smile fades, “Didn’t sleep well?”

“Didn’t sleep at all.” You smile sadly, remembering your nightmares from the night prior; sending cold shivers down your back. You pin your hair back in a bun as the coffee machine slowly stops. 

“You should take the day off. Get some sleep.” Connor’s eyes twinkle with concern as you chuckle softly. 

“I’ll be fine. Thanks though.” You take your mug back to your desk, sipping the black coffee carefully. Connor’s curious eyes follow you. 

Ever since the revolution, androids all over have been living peacefully with the rest of society and going back to their jobs. Lots of them have been trying to find places to live. Connor continued working for the Detroit Police Department and continued being Hank’s partner in homicides involving humans and androids. Hank even let Connor move in with him, considering he had nowhere else to go after abandoning Cyberlife and going deviant. The crime rate went down for the longest time after the revolution, however, lately the homicide department has been receiving a plethora of cases that seem to involve deviants, yet again. 

All the stress of work and home definitely take a toll on all the detectives, but it was taking a worse toll on you; one of the best detectives and criminal profilers the unit has ever had. However, your frequent nightmares have been making your work a little sloppy; concerning your good friend Connor. Even before the revolution, you and Connor were friends, and he even seemed to enjoy your company a lot more than his actual partner. No one else in the station could really understand the relationship you had with the android but no one really gave you a hard time about it. Well, besides Gavin. 

“Mornin’ Sweetcheeks.” Gavin leans against your desk with a wild smirk plastered on his face. You gag internally at his presence. 

“I’m not in the fucking mood Reed.” You roll your eyes, not looking away from the files on your computer. 

“Awe c’mon. You never give me the attention. Not with that plastic prick around.” Gavin huffs as Connor looks up, now paying attention to the conversation now happening from the other side of the room. 

“And that’s why I don’t bother with you Reed. You’re an asshole.” You glance up at him, sipping your coffee. 

“Excuse me?” He crosses his arms over his chest with a glare.

“You heard me. You’re an asshole. No leave me alone.” You stand, taking your mug with you. 

“And what if I don’t?” Gavin asks with a smirk as you walk over to Connor and Hank’s desk. 

“Then I’ll hit you so hard in the balls you won’t be able to have fucking kids.” You glare. 

“I was just going to ask if you wanted to go for drinks later.” He rolls his eyes glancing at Connor and Hank with an annoyed expression, “But clearly you’d rather spend your time with a plastic dipshit and a drunk.”

“Not in a million years.” She sighs softly, “Go enjoy your left fucking hand.”

Hank chuckles quietly as Connor glances at you with a confused expression, trying to figure out what you meant, reminding himself to ask you later, while Gavin glares. You take a sip of your coffee with a smug smile as Gavin tips the bottom of your mug, spilling the coffee all over your sweatshirt before walking back over to the far corner of the room to his desk. 

You gasp quietly at the hot liquid seeping through your clothes as Connor grabs a few napkins, helping you clean the mess. 

“Are you alright Detective?” Connor’s indicator was flashing between yellow and red, like it usually does when Gavin’s around. He seemed more nervous around him now that deviancy is a thing. 

“For the thousandth time, my name is [Y/N].” You sigh, glancing down at the mess. 

“You still didn’t answer my question.” He frowns. 

“I’m fine, today just isn’t my fucking day.”

“Well sorry to be the piss in your cornflakes but we have a case.” Hank stand, pulling his jacket on. 

“Great.” You sigh, putting your denim jacket on over your stained sweater, “Where to old man?”

You three walk towards the elevator, waiting for it to arrive before piling in. 

“Well aren’t you a ball of sunshine.” Hank laughs as Connor’s LED whirled yellow frantically. 

“Enough with the figures of speech, you’re gonna break him.” I laugh as Connor finally understands, smiling shyly. The elevator stops on the ground floor and we walk out to Hank’s car; Connor and Hank sitting in the front and leaving me in the back. 

“Now where are we going and what’s the damage?” You ask as Hank starts to drive.

“Greendale Road, there seems to be an armed robbery.” Connor speaks calmly as you raise a brow. 

“Then why are they sending the homicide squad?” 

“Because it resulted in the death of an individual.” Connor states matter-of-factly, glancing back at you in the rearview mirror, “Obviously.”

You giggle quietly, feeling your heart skip a beat as Connor winks at you before returning his gaze back to the road ahead. You can’t understand the feelings you get around Connor, and lately you’ve been feeling more nervous around him. Maybe you were falling for him? You knew he couldn’t like you back. Not that he’s incapable, just that how could anyone like you? You thought to yourself as Hank pulled up in front of a older-looking house. 

“This is the place.” Hank cringes, pulling you out of your thoughts and forcing you to follow the two up to the rotten steps of the house. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie. And let’s be honest, you aren’t ready to die today. Not in a house with red ice all over the floor and a dead body bleeding through the carpet in the middle of the family room. 

You look back at Connor, inspecting the front door, “The lock is in fact broken.” He steps inside to join you and Hank on the dirty carpet. 

“So, a robbery after all?” You ask, glancing over at him as his fixes his tie, kneeling down at the victim.

“Perhaps.” His LED flashes yellow momentarily, “Michael Littleton, 45 years old. Criminal record red ice and arms dealer. He appears to have died from stab wounds.”

You furrow your brows. He’s wrong.  “No. That’s impossible. His forehead looks bashed in from what I can only assume is blunt force trauma.”

Connor looks up at you before returning his gaze to the victim and analyzing the scene. “You’re right. This brick here has traces of his blood on it.” 

He stands, holding the brick and looking back at the front door, “There’s also metal and wood fragments that match the door. This is what broke the lock as well.” 

“So, why stab the guy if he’s already dead.” Hank raises a brow. 

“Maybe this wasn’t robbery?” You shrug, glancing at Connor as he makes his way to the kitchen, finding the knife that was used. 

“I believe this was an act of assault. Maybe even revenge.”

“Vengeance?” Hank asks. 

“Connor, did Michael have any enemies?” You ask as the indicator on his temple flashes yellow. 

“Lots.” Connor simply states, “But I can eliminate practically everyone on the list. The weapons have no fingerprints.”

“So an android did this?” You glance back at the body, “I thought deviants were willing to live peacefully after the revolution?”

“I guess Markus didn’t get through to all of them…” Connor furrows his brows, frowning as he scans over the room once more, spotting a trail of blue blood leading down the hallway.

You and Hank follow Connor carefully before literally all hell breaks loose. 

The deviant took off running from it’s hiding spot in the hallway closet. It made its way down the hall and through the back door. Connor starts to chase it down when you push your way past him and chasing the deviant down. 

“[Y/N]?! Stop!” Connor’s panicked voice calls as he follows. 

You chase the deviant for what seems like forever, the lack of sleep the night before catching up on you. Finally it ducked into a back alleyway and trapped itself. 

“Stop! I’m with Detroit Police and you’re under arrest.” You steady yourself, pointing your gun. 

“Don’t hurt me… I didn’t mean too…” The deviant’s voice cracks, tears leaking over its cheeks. 

“I don’t want to shoot. We just need to talk.” You take a step forward carefully.

“I’m going to get deactivated now.. aren’t I?” Its hands tremble as you take another step forward. 

“No, I won’t let that happen.” You lie convincingly. I mean, its your job, “You’re free now. Like the rest of us.”

The deviant stays silent as you take another step, within arms reach of it now. “We’re just going to take you into custody. And we just want to talk.” You take out some handcuffs and before you know it you’re kicked in the stomach, causing you to drop both your gun and the cuffs. Before you could do anything the deviant holds you tightly, pressing a knife against your neck. 

Connor’s quick footsteps round the corner and the spots you and the deviant, his LED flashing red. “You need to let her go.” Connor’s voice was loud in the silence, the only other sounds were your frantic gasping as the fans and pumps working overtime within the deviant. The knife gets pressed slightly more into the skin at the base of your neck, drawing a little bit of blood as you wince. Tears start to form in your eyes, blurring your vision. 

“You’re all the same. You give us freedom yet you still treat us like shit.” The deviant laughs psychotically. “You think they..” It squeezes your wrists, bruising them, “She, accepts you?”

“You have it wrong.” Connor shakes his head, “We aren’t going to hurt you. We just need to talk with you. Understand you.” He takes a cautious step forward, eying you with worry as Hank arrives to the entrance of the alleyway. 

“Jesus Christ.” His eyes widen as Connor gestures for him to stay behind him. 

“Don’t come any further or I’ll fucking kill her.” It squeezes harder and you wince. 

“Connor.. please..” You whisper as tears roll down your cheeks. You aren’t sure at this point if you want him to save you, or to beat the shit out of this bastard. And it seems like Connor knew what to do. He started analyzing the situation quickly. He’s never seen you in such a vulnerable state, and he just wants you to be safe. But he knew that there was a 78% chance that this could go poorly, so Connor had to take his time. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. You knew Connor was conflicted so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You kick the deviant as hard as you possible could in the groin area. It cries out in pain as you rush over to where your gun had fallen but unfortunately the deviant was faster. 

Connor moved as fast as he could to stop it but he knew he was too late when he heard you scream in pain, falling to the wet cement. Suddenly three gunshots rang through the quiet night and the deviant dropped dead, about to lay its hands on Connor. He glances over at Hank, surprised. 

“Hank, there was a 83% chance that you would’ve missed-”

“Connor shut the fuck up and help [Y/N]!” Hank yells as Connor glances over at your bleeding body and rushes to your side quickly.

“Connor..” Your voice was harsh, blood dripping out of your mouth as your hands tremble at the stab wound on your abdomen. 

Connor quickly applies pressure, “You’re going to be okay, I got you. I..” His LED flashes red quickly as he feels his own stress levels rising. 

“It.. it hurts..” You weakly gaze at him, your vision blurring. 

“I know.. I’m here..” Connor glances at Hank who has his phone to his ear, calling an ambulance, “We’re getting help.

You close your eyes slowly, feeling the numbness wash over you. 

“Stay with me.” Connor blinks rapidly, tears falling from his eyes, “Come on..”

His voice slowly fades away as everything turns to a peaceful black; leaving the two detectives in a state of panic.