Connor|RK800 x Reader: Ocularity

November 2nd 09:03 AM

Hey, can we meet at the station in an hour?
You, 07:53 AM

It's a pre-emptive text message to avoid a catastrophe.

Now that Connor the Deviant Hunter is back in your life, making sure he has no reason to come by your house becomes a pressing issue. You would like nothing more than to invite Hank and Connor over for a dinner again, but they might not understand why you're hiding a deviant in your home.

And Connor would definitely sense Markus from a mile away. That might lead to the discovery of some incriminating information about your actions during the recent months.

Hello. Yes, I'm already here.
Connor, 07:53 AM

It's almost impossible to force your heart to keep steady when you walk through the gates to the precinct. You try to smile and nod casually to as many people as you naturally would, but it's hard to fetch the normal behavior patterns from your brain.

Connor is already waiting for you by Hank's desk, though your uncle is nowhere to be seen. You brace yourself.

"Good morning," you greet the android and fix the position of your bag's shoulder strap.

"Good morning, Doctor," Connor says, sounding as pleasant as ever. A different kind of tingling feeling sneaks inside you and you leap at the chance to be nervous about something else than getting caught on helping deviants.

"You wanted to meet me?" Connor continues when you can't form words. Your act is already falling apart.

"Ah, yes. I, uh, thought we could already do this week's checkup? Tuesdays would work the best for my schedule to dedicate some time for you," you explain and hastily add: "I had some business downtown so..."

"Oh, ok. Did you receive any additional information for our required meetings?" Connor asks politely, but his sharp gaze is darting all over you.

You mentally steel yourself to appear more natural. "No, but my boss Ethan is on it. He didn't know anything about it."

"I see." Connor nods.

You fidget with the shoulder strap again and let your eyes wander around the room filled with police officers. It's nine in the morning and Captain Fowler is already yelling at someone in his glass box office.

Connor leans forward to get your attention. "Doctor?" His brows rise in concern.

The brown eyes and perfect features are way too close to not cause uncomfortable heart palpitations. "Uh. Yes?"

"Does being in the precinct make you nervous? We could meet somewhere else." He lowers his voice as he speaks.

"What–? Nooo, I'm fine. Really. I just didn't sleep well." An obvious lie, but it sates Connor's inquisitive stare for the time being and he straightens his back.

"Would you like some coffee, then? A dose of caffeine might help you focus if you're feeling tired," he suggests and makes a motion towards the break room.

"S-sure."

Your phone lets out a short melody while you follow Connor to the coffee machine. Before reading the message, you put the device on vibrate.

Connor takes a cup and fills it with the dark, tangy liquid.

Morning. Busy with work?
Nine, 09:12 AM

The message brings a brief smile to your lips and you look up from the phone to see Connor offering the coffee for you. His face is emotionless, but his LED is spinning in impending yellow.