Being human isn't as simple as being born that way. It's our actions that define who we are.
Connor x OC
*set during and after the events of Detroit: Become Human *
When I finally had calmed myself down I went to my desk, deciding working would be better than doing nothing. After the past twenty four hours, I needed a break. I needed something, anything to distract me from the feelings threatening to ruin my entire existence.
I felt my body tense up as Connor walked over to my desk, his LED whirring a light blue. "Captain Fowler has assigned us a new case."
"What is it? Something good I hope. I've been stuck with paperwork all week." My eyes scanned the room for a moment. "Where... where's Hank?" Fear rose In my chest as a million possibilities ran through my mind.
Is... is he...?
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"Tasha?"
My eyes snapped to Connor as I realized I had completely fell into my thoughts. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't hear —"
"Hank is... physically unharmed. He went home." Connor spoke slowly, his LED yellow as he analyzed me. "You were stuck in your head for a minute and fourteen seconds."
"Can... can we please get back to the case at hand?"
Connor pulled up the file on my computer, "You and I will be infiltrating a known drug dealer's mansion to retrieve data on his business ventures."
I hummed in response, taking a sip of water, "Sounds simple enough. What's the plan?"
"You and I are to go undercover as husband and wife."
As soon as his words hit my ears I spit out the water that was still in my mouth. "Us? H-husband and wife?"
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"That won't be a problem for you, will it?" Connor asked, his brown eyes watching me intently.
"Of course not." I lied, shrugging nonchalantly. I couldn't help but smile up at him, rather than my usual smirk.
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"Good. I'll pick you up at your place at 7pm sharp." Connor leaned down to my ear, causing me to stiffen in my seat.
"The dress code is formal. I've already picked out a dress and it's waiting for you at home."
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His hot breath tickled my ear, causing my chest to tighten as I forced a nod, pulling away from him as I felt heat enter my cheeks.
No. Stop that!
"Right. Then I should — probably just, y'know, go get ready." I stumbled over my words as I stood, moving past him.
