one last try. /dbh/

Clues turn into paths.

Hank grunted as He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to think of his bed. 'Soft covers...soft pillow, just the way I like-' his eyes popped open as he heard snapping. "Hank, Listen." Connor had said, his face still and serious. "I'm listening," Hank grumbled, putting his knuckles under his chin to prop his head up. Connor looked at his computer at all the files that were taken and the evidence, piecing together what he once had before messing with the lump of a man across from him. He sighed before he pushed himself out of the chair he was in to circle around to Hank's desk, sitting on the area that was kept clean, despite Hank's complaining of his own responsibility to keep it his way. "I do believe that we have to get ahold of the children of past incidents because I think the mother was apart of something that she had no way out of," the boy had explained as Hank slightly began to doze away, "Hey," Connor reached over and shook Hank's shoulder. Hank barely had even let out a light mumble, laying his head down on his desk.

Connor sat quietly, forgetting that humans needed sleep. His brown hues glanced at the clock on Hank's computer, his LED blinking yellow.

2:34 AM

The android shook his head, smiling a bit. "Silly me..," He whispered, getting onto his feet. He walked to his computer and powered it off, same with Hank's instead of waking him up. 'MAKE DECISION TOMORROW' he reminded himself before he rounded over to Hank and his sleepy self. "Come on," Connor said gently, wrapping his arm under the arm and over the shoulders of the man. Hank grumbled a bit before his eyes shot open, "wh-" he started before Connor shushed him, taking him towards the exit out to the lobby. Hank sighed lightly, walking sluggishly through the darkened room to the cold weather, which woke up the man before they went down the stairs. "I can drive.." The man mumbled, to which Connor smiled. The boy had already opened the passenger's side and placed the man inside, "Buckle up, Lieutenant". The man sighed gently after he had gave Connor a look from his blue eyes, reaching over his shoulder to the buckle. After Connor had buckled himself, he began to pull out of the parking space and lot itself, tapping his thumb on the wheel as his journey back to Hank's- their home began. Connor blinked at the thought, glancing at Hank. The male stared outside the window with tired eyes, the lights of Detroit shined as they passed the buildings, highway street lights, and signs. Without a scan Connor could tell the man was waiting for the bed, or maybe he couldn't sleep in cars?

After getting home, Connor gave Hank his cue to get to bed with Sumo. Connor decided that he wouldn't sleep for tonight, due to his ability to stay awake for a long time. The tablet on Hank's coffee table lit up with an email as soon as Connor sat himself down with a sigh, his LED blinking yellow as soon as he noticed. 'Sexy androids at the EDEN CLUB! Come and play with..' the notification read, making Connor baffled. The boy couldn't help but click it and read it:

"We welcome you, HANK ANDERSON, to a new and improved selection of deviant androids! Personalities that stick with their performances to your own desire on a pole or in a room!"-
Connor felt his cheeks warm up... which was completely strange.

B L U S H : 63%

Connor had never felt this way before, embarrassed. "Did I...no," he said, quickly going back to the home screen. He placed the tablet down and shook his head, pushing away the memory of the club. Connor thought of something else, the case. His face quickly went back to its hues as soon as he thought of the children, loosing their mother. It was truly sad, but everything Connor and Hank had dealt with was and is. Hank knew more by experience.

"The mother was killed and the kids were sent away..." Connor had said aloud to himself, resting his hand on his chin. Before he knew it, the male had lit up in ideas and questions. 'What was she involved with? Unemployed, no spouse, kids, and excessive smoking. Stripping? No, she never had any clothes that were related to that...Just regular old clothes. How did she get by? Did she borrow money? Sell things in her home?' His mind ran and then stopped, 'The shoe that stomped the cigarette out was expensive and limited edition..is she involved with an older man? Could she be borrowing money for something in exchange? Sexual acts or products?'