Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Protect and Serve

November 6th, 2038 
AM 10:20:32

Shouts were muffled by the box's thick panes of glass. They rose and fell, almost in sync with the holographic map serving as a backdrop for the verbal knock-down-throw-out in Captain Fowler's office. Connor stood in the corner, watching Jeff and Hank go at it...

So did you and Chris. Yeah, you had work to do. But this was priceless.

The two of you didn't even try to hide it. You faced the office, ankles folded on your knees on either side of your desks. You drank more coffee while he had a homemade concoction that smelled like fresh grass and probably tasted like shit.

"NO FUCKIN' WAY!" Hank shouted, the rest of his rant fading.

You chuckled, looking at Chris out of the corner of your eye, "What do you think he's yelling about?"

"Not a clue," Chris took a hard gulp, "All I know is when Fowler starts waving his hands around like that, it usually means a shitstorm's coming."

"He's not so bad..." You yawned, "Fowler's kinda like a T-Rex...Stand still, don't look him in the eye, and he might not see you."

"Pfffft-" Chris painted his chin with his beverage, wiping it with the back of his hand as he tried to catch the rest with his mouth, "Jesus – Damn it," He cursed your last name, "You can't make a man laugh while he's sippin' on his drink!"

You put your elbow on your desk, cranking your neck over the divider, "The fuck is that?"

It was green, and foamy – with little bits of vegetables cut up in it.

"It's...a superfood smoothie..."

"...A what?"

"Look, don't judge me," He put his cup down, eyeing you defensively, "My wife's got us on this 'Clean Energy,' diet. This is supposed to wake me up in the morning, and I've got another flavor for lunch...I think. I hope."

"Uh, Chris...There's like, an endless supply of caffeine, right over there." You pointed at the lounge.

"Caffeine is off the table. Doesn't help with the anxiety."

"Anxiety?"

"Yeah...You know how it is. You see enough on the job, shit starts to catch up with you."

"You've got a family to take care of, Miller." Your brows pinched together, "If you feel like shits catching up with you...You just gotta run faster."

He crossed his arms, staring into the resting screen of his terminal. He looked back at you, and gave you a quick series of nods before rolling himself closer to his keyboard.

You did the same, entering your password.

[ACCESS DENIED]

[REROUTING...]

[PENDING SUSPENSION – UNDER REVIEW, PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE]

[WOULD YOU LIKE TO PROCEED?]

[YES] [NO]

Duh.

You clicked on the link, waiting for the screen to stop spinning.

[PD77 FORM - REVOCATION OF POLICE POWERS AND NOTIFICATION OF DUTY STATUS]

2.12 At the point of suspension, your card, pocket note book and any access cards / keys will be returned to the Detroit City Police Department. Other issued equipment must also be surrendered, for example, uniform and police equipment, including personal protective equipment, force-issued mobile phones and laptops (or other electronic devices).