I need help finding this one reed800 fic. I can’t remember if it was on AO3 or wattpad. But pretty much Connor and Gavin have to live together to try to bust a dealer of Red Ice and Hank wasn’t able to get on the case. And Gavin and Connor were playing with water balloons in the backyard and Connor lays a big ole kiss on him. I can’t remember for the life of me and I wanted to re read it.
You sighed, and the android’s heart beat a bit faster as he watched you study his face with a soft smile. “You basically just told me to go home and go to bed, but now you’re saying I should stay and talk about it?” you asked.
Connor shook his head. “No. Let me drive you home. We can talk about it on the way.”
Chapter Three - They Could Have at Least Locked the Door on The Way Out
Wednesday January 19, 2039 // 11:26pm
Connor pulled your car into its parking space before your small apartment and removed the key from the ignition. It was roughly 11:30pm and even though the RK800 knew you were exhausted, you looked hyped. His plan had backfired, it seemed. Talking through the plan to infiltrate Viselli’s home was supposed to clear your head, allowing you to fall asleep easier, but it appeared to have the opposite effect. You were so excited now that Connor doubted you’d get even a wink of sleep tonight.
“I’ve gotta get ready,” you said as you unbuckled your seatbelt and sprang from your vehicle’s passenger seat, slamming the door behind you and rushing up the steps to your home. Connor sighed and shook his head with a soft chuckle. He slipped out from behind the wheel of the car, closing your driver’s side door a bit more gingerly than you had done, and made the slow ascent up to your front door.
He stood behind you as you searched your pockets for your keys, swearing quietly to yourself. Connor cleared his throat and you whirled around, eyes wide. He held your keys up and shook them, metal key against metal key making a musical tinkling sound in the darkness of the night.
You facepalmed and Connor could see a light blush paint your cheeks. You reached for your keys, but he snatched them away, holding them in a vice grip.
“Connor. C’mon. Gimme my keys so I can get in.”
The android shook his head, a smirk fixed to his face.
“Connor,” you pouted.
“If I let you go in there alone, you’ll stay up all night and be a monster at work in the morning,” he retorted.
You gaped, feigning offense. “I am not a monster.” You swiped at the keys again, but he dodged, keeping them just out of your reach.
“No?” he asked, jangling the keys teasingly. “Even Reed avoids you when you haven’t slept.”
“So... what? You expect me to just sleep out here?” you asked, throwing your arms out to the sides.
“No,” Connor said as he separated your house key from the others. “I’m coming in with you to make sure you get to bed.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’ll just get back up after you leave.”
The android stepped around you. “Then I won’t leave.” Connor inserted the key into the lock and attempted to turn it to the left. It wouldn’t move, however; it was already unlocked.
“Don’t you always lock your door?” Connor asked quietly as he removed the key. He turned to return them to you only to see you readying your gun.
“Yes,” you answered.
Connor had been hired on as an actual member of the DPD after the revolution, which meant that he got his own badge and gun, and he always carried them with him. He slipped your keys into his inner jacket pocket as he readied his service weapon. With it in hand, he reached forward and turned the handle on your front door. The bolt slid from its housing in the door frame, allowing access into your home, and Connor pushed the door open gently, blocking you as he scanned the interior of your apartment.
There was no obvious sign of danger, so he stepped over the threshold, the mingling scents of cinnamon and vanilla wafting through the air. Your apartment was dark, only a small section of your living room illuminated by the moonlight shining in through your balcony door… or what was left of it. The doors themselves were shattered and the blinds covering them were stripped away and left to lay in a tattered heap on the floor. A light dusting of snow blew in through the gap in your wall to be swirled around by a chill breeze. He moved farther inside, aware of your position and proximity to himself.
“Please stay close,” he whispered. You didn’t respond, but moved with him as he navigated your apartment. All of your kitchen cabinets were open, most of their contents deposited on the counter and floor. The drawer from the side-table in your living room was on the floor, the notebooks and pens it housed within strewn across the room.
He started slowly down the hall. Your pantry was open and again, most of its contents were on the floor or in some sort of disarray. At the end of the hall was a room, and to his right was another. Both doors were open. The room to the right you seemed to use as an office and the one at the end of the hall appeared to be your bedroom. To his left was the bathroom.
He raised a hand to motion for you to stop as he entered your restroom, stepping over the broken glass of your shattered mirror, checking quickly behind the shower curtain for any unwelcome visitors. He backed out to see you scanning your office. You turned and nodded, a sign that all was clear, before you returned to his side. Together, you made your way into your bedroom.
Your bedding was stripped from your bed, your mattress hanging partially off of the bed frame. All of your books had been removed from their shelves and were scattered on the floor, your dresser was missing its drawers, leaving clothes and undergarments strewn about. Your closet door was open, also a mess, and your poor succulent arrangement was destroyed.
Your entire apartment had been ransacked. Luckily, whoever had visited your home during your absence appeared to have already made their exit.
“There’s no one here.” Connor tucked his gun into the waistband of his pants, voice low in the silence of the night.
He turned to face you as you returned your gun to its holster, jaw clenching and brow furrowed.
“And you wanted me to go to bed when I got home…” you whispered, trying to make light of the situation, though Connor could see your unease.
He took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly - something he’d seen in a movie. “You’re never going to hear me say this again, so listen closely.” His eyes bored into yours. “I’m glad you didn’t listen to me. Just this once. Had you been here…” His words caught in his throat and he could feel tears prickling behind his eyes.
“I know.” You swallowed hard and he could hear your heart pounding heavily in your chest in the silence of the room.
“I’m going to call this in,” he informed you. “Can you take a look around? Try and see if anything is missing.”
You sighed, but nodded. “I don’t exactly have anything worth taking… But I’ll have a look.” Your hand slipped from his. The LED on Connor’s temple flashed yellow as he called the DPD.
“This is Connor. I’m with Detective (L/N) at her apartment. There has been a break in,” he informed the android on the other end of the call.
“A patrol car is on the way,” she assured him before he ended the call to join you in your office, the light now on to illuminate the small room.
“Anything?” he asked.
You shook your head. “I’m not sure. I haven’t checked the living room and kitchen yet, but nothing seems to be missing in here. The only thing I own that might have any value is this stupid skull,” you said, stepping around your upturned desk chair to pick something up off of the ground. You held it up for Connor to see and he ran a quick scan.
It was the skull of a coyote with raw amethyst seemingly growing out of the black bone, worth approximately $300.
You examined the oddity, running your fingers over its teeth and the sharp peaks of crystal. “I’m glad it’s not broken,” you mumbled. “It was a gift and means a lot to me.”
Connor moved to stand beside you, rubbing circles on your back as you took a moment to reminisce. You clutched the skull close to your chest and turned toward him. You were fighting back tears.
“Are you sure this is the only thing of value?” he asked quietly, his hand now on your arm.
You nodded. “I noticed the TV is still on the wall in the living room and my laptop is at work, so… yeah.”
The android lead you out of your office and down the hall to the living room. You flicked the lights on, lighting up the main two rooms of your home.
“Well whoever it was, they were clearly looking for something,” Connor mumbled, stepping over more clutter. “Perhaps they were looking for information,” he offered, his eyes finding you as you looked around, the skull still in your hand.
“What kind of information?” you asked as you continued to move through your home.
The android shrugged, a gesture he knew you wouldn’t notice, but it felt right. “Anything. Information about you, your cases, your family and friends. I don’t know, I’m simply speculating.”
“Information about…” he looked again at you as you slowly turned to face him. “My cases?” A crease formed between your brow. “Wait…” your fingers rubbed lazy patterns on the skull as you stalked toward Connor, eyes glazed over and unfocused as you tried to piece things together. “Viselli - or his men and security systems at the very least - saw us at the gala. They know our faces. What if this was them?” you asked, stopping in front of the android.
“If it was, they may have been looking to find something they could use against you,” Connor offered.
“What…” you looked up at Connor and for the first time since meeting you, he saw something new behind your eyes. He saw fear. “What if they were looking for me?” Your voice was barely a whisper.
“If they were looking for you, there is a very high probability that they were looking to kill you.” Connor tried to keep his face and tone soft in an attempt to help you remain calm. “That doesn’t explain the state of disarray your apartment is in. If they were looking for you, why did they trash your home? We know the way Viselli works. They would have come in quietly, killed you, and left. It doesn’t make sense.” His voice cracked when he said the word “kill”, unable to contain the fear he felt at the thought of losing you.
“Maybe it was a warning,” you suggested. “They didn’t find me here, so they trashed my apartment as a warning.”
Connor nodded, contemplating. “It’s possible…”
A moment of silence passed before he felt you tense beside him. His attention was on you immediately. Your heart rate had increased, but your breathing seemed to have stopped.
“(Y/N)?” he asked. You held the skull close to your chest, so tight that it cut into your fingers, your blood following the contours and edges of the skull as it left your veins and dripped to the floor. “What is it? What’s wrong?” His LED was flashing yellow.
“Gavin,” you said simply, staring up at Connor. “And Hank. If they came to my home, they’ll go to yours and Reed’s as well, won’t they? Hank and Gavin could be in trouble.”
Connor took a step back. He hadn’t even thought of that. He ran a hand through his hair as his LED blinked red. “Okay,” he said finally, closing the distance between you to press his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. “I called the police - you stay here and wait for them. I’ll make sure Hank and Reed are okay.”
He didn’t allow you to answer before he pulled your keys from his jacket pocket and sprinted out the door to your Rubicon. His LED flashed yellow as he once again called the police, explaining the situation so they’d send a car to both Hank and Reed’s houses. He peeled out of the parking lot as he was told that the only available patrol car was on its way to your apartment. He’d have to do this himself.
