"We are getting nothing out of him." Gavin said, his face scrunched up in annoyance. Connor glanced over to the cells, which Dale had been moved to a few hours ago. He was rocking again, muttering something.
"A room, and some men. It's not a lot to go off, but it should be possible to find." Connor stated, giving an unconvincing smile.
"There's the whole city of Detroit to search through. He could of even been manufactured in another state for fucks sake." Gavin snapped.
"Watch it." Hank glared at Gavin, in which Gavin responded with a groan.
"Please." Richard spoke softly, "This bickering isn't helping. Love, do you want some coffee?"
Gavin nodded, then placed his head in his hands and gave a slight scream, "Can't we just probe his memory?"
"No, that's inhumane."
"One, he's a phcking android, and second we seem to be forgetting that he murdered a child, are you trying to defend him Connor?"
Connors lips parted, taken aback before fumbling for an excuse, "No-"
"Gavin stop being a fucking prick for one damn minute, leave Connor alone." Hank said, placing a hand on the androids shoulder. Connor flinched slightly at the touch, their argument still replaying in his mind. He kept remembering how terrifying Hank could be when angered.
"I'm terribly sorry that I'm trying to do my job and solve this case while you two go screw around in the bathroom." Gavin almost spat the last part out.
"Oh and here I was starting to think we were getting along." Hank muttered.
Gavin clenched his teeth, ready to unleash an uncountable amount of insults towards Hank but was interrupted by Richard returning.
"Here, be careful my love, it's hot." He passed the coffee over to him, and they both shared a smile.
"Richard," Gavin turned to his partner, "Do you think probing Dale would get us the information we needed?"
"Yes." Richard looked at him concerned, "You aren't suggesting-"
"I am suggesting," Gavin snapped, "Why is that such a terrible idea?"
"My love, the android would be in pain if we did it unwillingly."
"We seem to be forgetting that this..this monster murdered a child!" Gavin repeated his earlier statement, but much louder this time.
"That wasn't truly him, he was in shock, and extremely upset." Connor said in which Richard nodded in agreement.
"We have all this shit dumped on us about treating androids equally to humans, but you dumbfucks seem to not take into consideration that that includes criminals. We wouldn't feel empathy towards a human murderer because they done it because they were just upset?" Gavin smirked, knowing that he was correct.
"I hate to do this, but you have a point." Hank agreed grudgingly.
Connor and Richard glanced at each other, they both knew any human couldn't possibly understand.

Connor had entered Dales cell, and crouched down near the shaking android. He shot a look at the three that were pressed up against the glass, but they got the message and fumbled backwards.
"Dale?" Connor asked, his voice soothing. Dale jerked his head, and started whimpering quietly.
"I heard what you are going to do to me."
Connor flashed a look of annoyance towards Gavin through the glass, knowing his voice would of carried through the entire station. Gavin frowned back with similar annoyance, and muttered something to Richard. He bit his lip, and turned back the android, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.
"I apologise, but we need to know."
Connor removed the skin from his hand, and grabbed Dales arm, who jerked back in a failed attempt to get away. Dale began to vibrate violently as Connor closed his eyes and began to fade into Dales memories. He could still hear his gritted screams, and felt the vibration of Dales hand slamming down onto the floor in pain.

Thirium spills, lots of them. Red ice? Possibly..thirium 310 containers, definitely drug usage. Connor strained, car parts, wrenches and hammers..a sign: Mechanic and Auto Repairs.

Connor was suddenly pushed backwards, and the image snapped away the instant he lost connection. The light of the cell was a huge contrast to the dark and dinginess of the memory, and he blinked multiple times to become adjusted. He shuffled back and raised himself into a sitting position, and narrowed his eyes to see Dale properly. He was hunched over, completely and utterly still.
"Hey Connor! What happened?" He heard Hanks muffled voice, and looked over to him banging on the glass. He stood up shakily, and made his way to the cell door. Once opened, he almost collapsed onto Hank, who held him tightly.
"So erm, what did you see?" Gavin questioned.
Connor pulled away from Hank, "It was a mechanic shop," He paused and tried to collect himself, his voice was shaking, "Sorry, I heard the pain he was in."

[[ By the way, I'm aware that in the interrogation chapter, you are given the choice to probe and Connor obviously wasn't effected by doing that, but my excuse is that it's because he wasn't deviant, and didn't feel any empathy. Just imagine how Connor is when he probes Simon on the roof of Stradford tower, and is traumatised, that's how he is acting in this story.]]

The four of them walked back round to the main part of the station, Hanks arm around Connor and holding him close.
"What the-" Gavins eyes widened, and a grin stretched across his face.
"Oh wow." Hank chuckled, "What's the occasion?"
Tina skipped over to the group, holding a crate, "It's Easter tomorrow or technically in a few hours, did you forget?"
"Yeah I guess I did, look Connor." Hank removed his arm and nudged him slightly. Connor, being shorter than the others, peered over the crate.
"Bunnies." He said, his lips quirking upward in a joyous smile. There were three bunnies, and they were all equally small and adorable. He blushed as Tina lowered the crate to his height, but then began patting the closest one softly on the head, between its ears.
"That one is called Cinabun." Tina said in response to Connors keen interest, "You can take him home for the night if you want."
"Woah, do I get a say in this?" Hank said, moving closer and examining Cinabun. Connor turned to him with pleading eyes.
"You're acting like such a child," Hank said shaking his head jokingly, he turned to Tina, "We can just feed him carrots yeah?"
Tina nodded, and removed the other two, placing them in the nearest container, which happened to be an upturned hat. She extended the crate into Connors arms, who took it eagerly. Cinabun hopped, and Connor squeaked, "He's so cute ahhh!"
Hank placed a hand on his shoulder, and pushed him slightly towards the exit of the station, "Come on."
Hank looked over his shoulder, and called out a goodnight to Richard and Gavin, who returned it. They immediately moved towards the other two, and Gavin chattered away excitedly about the new learnt names of Fluffball and Scones.

[[Very wholesome ending]]