Chapter 13

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A/N: Heyo! I'm back from my break and I'm ready to be updating back on schedule! Let's get iiiit! I'm sooo sorry for my long departure. Without further ado! A chapter that ya'll have been waiting for. Chapter 13 of "Alive" [Art credit goes to ZeroChan (again)]

Connor's POV

As (Y/n) and Connor pulled up to an average looking house (Y/n) seemed to be different. Pushing past that thought, he stepped out of the immobile vehicle after she had gotten out herself. The two of them walked to the front door that was painted an off-white with a translucent window at eye level. Before he had the chance, (Y/n) reached for the small button to the left of the door and pushed it. Within a matter of minutes, there stood Dr. Kavin in her casual attire.

A 5'5 woman that had her green knitted shawls draped across her shoulders with a simple white shirt and light blue jeans. She had long hair that faded from a dark red to a light pink towards the bottom that had reached her shoulder bone with the front two stands pulled back into a braid, but the rest left flowing down her back. A pair of rectangular black glasses balanced themselves on the bridge of her slightly crooked nose. "Can I help you?" She questioned with a smile.

"Its been a hot minute, Dr. Kavin." (Y/n) greeted jokingly.

"I thought I recognized you, Detective." She chuckled and looked over to Connor. "Afternoon, Connor."

"Good Afternoon, Dr. Kavin. If you don't mind, we have some questions to ask regarding an investigation of a homicide. We believe you knew the victim. Does the name Willamina Ranchero spark any interest?" Connor resorted to his default spiel of interrogation.

"Mina?! She's dead?!" Dr. Kavin exclaimed.

"We're sorry to inform you of your loss but there was a note that was addressed to you." Connor reached into his side pocket and pulled out an evidence bag with the sticky note inside.

The doctor stood there in total shock. She seemed lost like a child who lost their parent in the supermarket. "U-Uh, come in." She stepped aside holding the door for both to walk into the much warmer interior. Connor had noticeably seen that (Y/n) was glancing around, possibly analyzing the littlest details in design. She is... adorable when she's focused. REFOCUSING ON INTENDED MISSION. He shook his head lightly to clear his head of the... questionable... thought he was having. "I-I'm sorry for the mess. My husband and I hadn't been able to clean up for a while."

"You have a husband?" (Y/n) imputed on the investigation still wandering around the open room gazing at all the photos in picture frames displayed on the walls.

"Ah yes, he's upstairs right now. Would you like for me to get him?" She asked trembling as she pointed up the stairs.

"That isn't necessary." (Y/n) answered without prying her (e/c) eyes away from the wall décor. "I don't mean to pressure you, Dr. Kavin, but could we start? "

"For the time being, you can call me Bernadette." She slowly takes a seat on the dark oak brown pleather couch while motioning for both her and Connor to take a seat across from her on the two armchairs. They took up the offer and took their temporary places. While (Y/n) was getting situated in her chair he looked up to the uneasy doctor. A quick analyzation reported that her heartbeat went from the average 78 beats per minute to 111 beats per minute. With her quickening heartbeat, her hands seemed to be fiddling with one another as she occasionally took glances out the window.

"Doctor, are you well enough to continue with this interview?" Connor questioned analyzing her stress level as he asked.

"I-I'm fine. All this is just... terrible!" She exclaimed.

"Who was Ms. Rancho to you?" Connor engaged into the interrogating at the given opportunity.

"Mina was an old friend of mine. She helped me through a lot throughout the past." Bernadette answered with, from what the analyzation could tell, honesty and sincerity.

"The note that she left for you, can you tell us the importance of it?" Connor held out the yellow sticky note out in front of him for her to read it.

"She always was trying to encourage me to put my past behind me because I was always complaining about nightmares concerning it. But me being the stubborn type of person I am I kept pushing it away. I kept pushing her away." Bernadette quivered. "Oh my god, it's my fault she's dead, isn't it? I wasn't there to stop whatever happened to her."

"It's all going to be alright. It wasn't your fault. We're suspecting the murderer to be a deviated android. Did she have one?" Connor asked yet another question. It seemed to him that he was the only one interrogating the grieving doctor. Deciding to investigate, Connor looked to his right to see (Y/n) staring at the ground deep in thought. She might not be too interested at the moment. After all, I did take her when she was officially off the clock.

"S-She did." The doctor answered vaguely.

"Can you specify what type of model or any specific detail of it?" He tried to pry some further information out of the shaking woman.

"It was..." Bernadette sighed and hung her head low. "A BL100 model. She named him Darius. My husband would always make fun of him for being an android. Following every order given to him no matter the order unless it contradicted his assigned ones."

"Is your husband and anti-androids supporter?" He looked further into Bernadette's side of the story. For some unknown reason, Connor had growing suspicions of her.

"What? No! He's all for them. He just believes-" The doctor trailed off once again. (Y/n) took notice in her state that Connor was inflicting onto the poor woman.

"Believes? Believes in what?" Connor continued to slam questions onto the doctor. At least until (Y/n) merged into the conversation.

"Connor, do you think I can take over the rest of the interview? I feel kind of bored just sitting here." (Y/n) chuckled uncomfortably. Connor slightly nodded his head and turned back to the woman to scan her during her questioning. "Alone, Connor."

"Alone? Why?" He turned around and faced his partner with confusion.

"I'm going to assume that you two need to talk. Would you like some tea, Detective? I was going to start making some before you showed up." Bernadette offered. (Y/n) shook her head with the same grin that she had on when the two of them were at the front door. With that, the nervous doctor shuffled into the kitchen that wasn't too far away from the living room area where a warm fire was ablaze.

(Y/n) leaned over and whispered into Connor. "Look at her, I'm sure you can see that she is highly uncomfortable. At this rate, we won't get anything out of her like this. Just leave this to me and I'll report back to you with the information I got from her." She pleaded adamantly.

"Fine. But this will be the last time, (Y/n). When I previously let you do this the deviant got away and you were suspected of assisting its escape." Connor reminded her.

"Yes, I know. But that was all coincidence. This is a human in her own home. You'll be right on the front porch so if anything happens then you can barge right in." (Y/n) finished persuading him just as Bernadette came back with two mugs with a string hanging along the rim of the cup. The hot beverage emitted satisfying waves of steam as it cooled.

"I'll be right outside if you have any questions, Dr. Kavin." Connor reminded Bernadette as he made his way to the front door and close it behind himself. Don't regret your decision, Connor.

(Y/n)'s POV

You were thankful that Connor listened to you for this interview because you could clearly see that there was something going on with Dr. Kavin and her husband. "Bernadette, do you think I can speak with your husband for a short minute? He seems to be slightly involved so I'd like to get his input as well." You politely asked.

"M-My husband?" She shot her glance from you to the upstairs area.

"Yes, Mr. Kavin. If I'm correct, you said he was here when we first came in." You recalled.

"Ah, y-yes. I can go get him right now." She forced a smile on her face as she set her cup down on the coffee table. You watched her as she slowly made her way up the staircase and disappear behind the hallway wall. Feeling slightly awkward from sitting alone in the living room, you stood up and continued to look around.

The house was warm and welcoming with almost what seemed like a ranch styled feel to the interior. Pictures decorated the beige walls. Ones of what you assumed to be her family. From the images, her mother is out of the picture, but her father still seems to be in contact. She has two younger siblings; both being brothers. As for the rest of the photos, they consisted of friends and close peers. Willamina was in a few of these pictures next to a rather fine-looking man.

As you were looking further at the picture containing the victim, a sudden thud sounded from upstairs. Taking quick action, you rush up the flight of stair and start barging into every room until you found Bernadette panting in a corner, a chair was flipped upside down across the room where a tall man stood. His dark skin contrasted from the eggshell white walls. His eyes reminded you of dark chocolate. His jawline was so well defined that you could mistake it to be... handcrafted... I recognize him.

"Bernadette..." You began to stand up straight from your stance beforehand. "Is your husband..."

"Is he a what? What are you trying to accuse us of huh? Go on then, spill it out!"

"Is he an HR400 model from The Eden Club?" You hesitantly interrogated. The two looked at each other. Spontaneously, they both darted for the door. Luckily, your quick reflexes jumped into overdrive and shut them in the bedroom before they could make any rash mistakes. "Wait! Just wait a second. You don't have to worry. I promise on my life that I will not tell anyone you're married to a deviant."

"How can we trust you, detective!" Bernadette spat.

"Because I'm also involved with a deviant. Well, not 'involved' but like, you know, God never mind it sounds wrong anyway I put it. Her name is Mariella. At the moment, I helped another deviant escape from a crime scene and he is now staying in my house. I could call and confirm everything that I just told you." You explained trying to persuade them to believe you.

"Say we did trust you, how can we know if you're not going to go behind our backs to save yours!" The deviant furrowed his eyebrows holding the doctor with the intent to protect her.

"I'm not that kind of person. Especially since I'm already under investigation for saving the other android." You backed up your point even further.

"Okay fine. You have our trust. What do you want?" Bernadette snapped.

"I just want to know about your past. The past that you were hiding earlier due to Connor. Mind you, I am still a detective as you pointed out not too long ago. I still have a homicide on my hands, and I need to find the culprit." You reminded.

"How does knowing my background involve a murder?" She asked confused.

"Because you said you had a close relationship with her along with your husband here." You shot a glance at the broad man in an unbuttoned red flannel with a grey t-shirt underneath it with a pair of dark blue jeans in fuzzy socks with images of penguins on the toes. "So please just help me out here. I just want to go back home to my mom and help her with our new 'housemate'."

"An Android as a mom? That's a new one." She crossed her arms.

"Again, a long story. Please, you have to believe me." You begged.

"Okay fine." Bernadette reluctantly accepted and led her husband and you down the steps again in the living room again only this time you switched seating arrangements where you were sitting in the armchair and her husband and she was sitting on the long couch. She picked up her cup of lukewarm tea and curled up next to the newly discovered deviant. After taking a sip, she lowered her cup and spoke. "What do you want to know?"

"Let's start when you first met the victim." You started to lean forward as if you were a therapist in a session with a client.

"I met Willamina when I met Taylor." She answered as she looked up at the deviant that you now knew as Taylor. "I bumped into her at the Eden club. It was a pretty funny story how that came to be. But that's beside the point. We grew to be best of friends. She helped me when I was drowning in debt, she helped me when I wanted to elope with Taylor, but most of all she helped me cope with leaving my husband and daughter."

"Are you saying you had a husband before Taylor?" You grew more interested than before.

"Yes, I was married to him for three years. One day though, he asked for a family. He wanted to spend the rest of our days with children running about. I wanted the opposite. I wasn't ready for kids, nor did I think I would be right for the mother role. But I sucked it up and got pregnant anyway. I figured that everything I was thinking was just because I was scared I'd turn into my mother." Bernadette explained.

As she explained her background, the storyline clicked into something similar in your head. There's no possible way. It can't be. Your head began to spin. Your thoughts began to bounce all over the place. You weren't so sure what to believe anymore. Finally, you calmed down to hear the rest of the story to see if your point could be proven correct. The point you were partially excited yet partially terrified to prove.

"Once the baby was born I just couldn't face it. Holding my little girl in my hands while my husband was right beside me, it all just seemed... wrong. I was cheating on my husband with Taylor. I didn't want a family... nor did I want my husband. So I left. I helped Taylor escape from The Eden Club and made a quick dash to Mina's house. With her help, I never saw them again. I'm not sure if I could ever face them after what I most likely put them through." She wrapped up her story.

Your hands started to sweat and tremble. Gripping so hard that you could swear your nails were cutting the skin on your palm. The words you were so desperately trying to get out cracked as they left your dry mouth, but it seemed that Bernadette hadn't noticed. "What was your husband's name?"

"Delton (L/n)."

A/N: HEYO!! Sorry, got a bit excited there. Heyo. It's good to be back. I hope ya'll enjoyed the chapter. I had a buttload of fun writing it. Were you guys expecting that twist? You probably were lol I'm bad at subtly hinting at things. Until next Monday... Chow! ^_~

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