Before I start I just wanted to flex that I met Bryan and Amelia at the Manchester Comic Con, and they were so fcking sweet <3333

[ also if you are coming back to read this, I've edited and changed a lot to most of the previous chapters, I've basically just removed some of the Hankcon moments, to make it more gradual ]

Connor made breakfast for the Lieutenant early the next morning, and brung it to his room.
"Morning Hank." Connor said, smiling slightly, "Do you have a hangover?"
"Mmm, kind of. Shit, what happened last night?" Hank said, reaching for the bowl of cereal that Connor held out.
Connor's smile dropped, "You don't remember?"
Hank chuckled, "Your fucking face, I'm kidding. I do remember."
"And your opinion on it now that you are sober?"
"It was different, didn't expect to be tongue deep in my own android when I first got you last August, I can say that."
"Oh, right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't of used your state to my advantage."
"Mm-hm."
"Would you ever do it again?" Connor asked.
Hank chewed his lip and frowned, "Depends, why?"
"While you were asleep, I went to walk around the city, and bought something."
"If this is some form of sex toy, I'm going to slap you."
Connor curled his lip, and left the room, returning with some kind of board game.
"The fuck is that?"
Connor read out the title, "Let's fuck, sex dice."
"You're fucking kidding me-" Hank trailed off and grabbed the box from Connor. He opened it and took the dice from inside, "Lick, suck, kiss, bite...thigh, ear, breast..fucking hell Connor."
"You want to play?" Connor replied, smiling innocently.
"You want to play?" Hank repeated, raising his eyebrow in astonishment.
"Yes I do. I think it will be a fun bonding activity."
Hank snorted, "Definitely a bonding activity," He began rolling the dices in his hand, "Fine, but not now, after work."
"Okay Lieutenant, I'll look forward to it."

time skip lol

Fowler came up to Hank, "We've got a new case, it's pretty big. You, Gavin and both of your partners need to investigate it."
"Are you kidding me? Can't just me and Connor go?" Hank groaned, folding his arms and leaning back into his chair.
"No, I've said this shit far too many times. I'm your boss," Fowler said, slamming his hands down on the desk, "You've been wanting a new case for ages, so don't you fucking complain."
"Fuck you."
"If you hate being a lieutenant so much, hand in your badge, but if not I suggest you shut your mouth and do your god damn job."
"Fuck youuuu." Hank said louder.
"I've had quiet enough of your bitching. Work with Gavin and stop acting like a fucking preschooler."
"Fuck you."
Fowler let out a sigh, "I'm leaving now."
As Fowler walked away, Hank called out one last "Fuck you." and turned towards Connor.
"I must say I'm surprised you haven't gotten fired yet." Connor remarked.
"Because without me, the people of Detroit will have to rely on Chris, Tina and fucking Gavin of all people."
"We should find him and Richard."
"Or let them come to us," Hank mumbled, as Gavin and Richard walked up to the desk.
"Morning Hank, tin can. Pleasure to be working with you." Gavin said sarcastically. He threw a clip board towards Hank, "Someone attacked a family in an apartment building."
Hank skimmed through the clipboard before handing it to Connor, "Do we have a suspect?"
"A witness swears that it was an android, we should start by talking to the witness to get more information. He's in the station." Gavin replied.
"Right, fucking fantastic. Let's go."

The four of them walked towards the interrogation room, where the witness was.
"How's your relationship with Gavin?" Connor questioned his brother.
"It's going perfectly," Richard said, smirking, "Why do you ask?"
"I was curious about the intimate relationships between human and androids that can form, and the success of them." Connor replied, noticing that Hank tensed up slightly he added, "Wouldn't a relationship between human-human or android-android be more reasonable?"
Richard frowned, "I don't know, all I'm aware of is that mine and Gavins relationship is stable."
"Why the fuck are you curious of our relationship?" Gavin scoffed, "Have you and Hank had a couple row?"
"Fuck you, Im not sad enough to willingly suck off an android." Hank said, opening the door to the room that looked into the interrogation room.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Gavin replied.
"It means," Hank said, sitting down, "That you can't get another female human to bed so you fall back into machines to fill that empty fucking hole in your-"
"Lieutenant." Connor said, desperately trying to prevent an argument.
Hank stopped, and sighed, "Fine, who's going to talk to him."
"I will." Connor said.
"No, I'm a more advanced prototype." Richard said, "I will."
"You do realise that he believes an android murdered them people? He's not going to want to fucking talk to one." Gavin said.
"Well you'll scare him too, you ugly bastard." Hank murmured.
"I heard that you fucking twat." Gavin snapped, "And says you, you could be someone's fucking grandad."
"Hey," Richard said soothingly, wrapping his arms around Gavin, "I think you're handsome."
"Woah hey hey! Don't be doing that fucking disgusting shit here." Hank said loudly.
Gavin leaned into Richard, "Hank just go fucking talk to the guy."
Hank sighed, and pointed at Connor, "Make sure they don't start undressing each other."
Connor nodded, and Hank left the room, and entered the interrogation room.

Hank returned a few minutes later, "He says he remembers it was an AP700 model, with his LED removed, wearing all black. He recalled that it was around 4:30am, and he heard the scream of one of the victims, Miss Richardson, so he knocked on her apartment door to check on her. There was no reply so he busted down the door, only to see the four dead bodies - the rest of the Richardson family. He remembers backing out of the room slowly, while making direct eye contact with the android, before turning and running."
"Fucking hell." Gavin muttered.
"Was the android living with the family?" Connor asked.
"Supposedly yeah, but they bought him illegally, so he was programmed to obey them and had no free will and that sort of shit."
"So he must of turned deviant." Richard said, "And killed them, they could of possibly been enslaving him, like how they did before the revolution."
"In any case, we must find where they bought him from, and shut it down." Connor said, "If there are any more buyers it could result in more attacks, and then there will be a fear of androids again."
"Good point Connor." Hank said, "Let's head over to the apartments."

time skip

"Fucking hell!" Gavin and Hank said in union, as the four of them looked at the bodies.
"One of them is a fucking child, who kills a fucking child?" Hank said, shaking slightly.
Connor was the first to walk into the room, and kneeled down beside the body of the young girl, stomach facing the floor. He gently rolled the body over, and Connor stood up immediately, processing.
"What the fuck?" Gavin whispered, his voice wavering.
Hank began gagging, "I'm sorry, I need to-", but before he could finish he ran out into the hallway. Connor analysed the body, the girl was named Tia Richardson, deceased for approximately 5 hours. There was a vertical deep cut from just underneath the collarbone, to the lower area of her large intestine. The cut was a perfect straight line, an androids work.
"The other victims were killed in the same way." Richard said, turning over the last body.
"They died slowly, and in extreme pain." Connor stated, "Lieutenant, are you okay?"
Hank came back in and stood behind Connor, not removing his eyes off the little girl, "How old was she?"
Connor looked at him sadly, "Her fourth birthday was next week."
Hank didn't reply, just swallowed.
"Fucking hell." Gavin said, as Richard pulled him into a comforting hug.
Connor rubbed Hanks arm, "Are you sure you are Okay Lieutenant?" He looked towards Gavin, "Me and Richard can continue searching and analysing if it is too disturbing for you and Gavin." 
"I can continue, just with what happened with Cole.." His voice trailed off.
Gavin removed himself from Richard, and walked over to Hank, "This may not be the time or place, but I wanted to apologise for what I said about your son."
Hank nodded acknowledging him, and Gavin patted his shoulder before walking out the room, "I'm sorry but I can't handle this."
"I'm going to take him to the police station." Richard said, "I'll be back soon."
"Stay with him," Connor replied, "Me and Hank will finish up here."
Richard nodded, and left the room again. Hank and Connor stayed in silence as they listened to them leave the building.
"Try and find any evidence of android involvement, or a murder weapon." Connor said, "I'll try and reconstruct what happened."
"Alright." Hank said weakly, and began to explore the rest of the house.

time skip

The four of them sat in silence in Fowler's office, as he paced up and down behind his desk. The photos that Connor had taken of the crime scene clutched in his hand.
"This is big." Fowler said finally, "Really big. Like FBI shit big." He stopped pacing, and faced the four of them, "I'm about to tell you something extremely confidential, if I find out that you tell anyone else you'll be forced to hand in your badge, understood?"
They all nodded.
Fowler sighed, "The government have been considering removing Detroit police, and replacing it with a new FBI headquarters."
"What kind of bullshit it that?!" Gavin exclaimed, "Why?"
"We have only had one case in the past 3 months, and that wasn't even a case, just a lost android. From the governments point of view, there's no point to us."
"But that's ridiculous, what happens if there's a robbery or something?" Hank said.
"As I said, it's going to be turned into a new FBI headquarters, they will deal with it. Normally, this kind of information," Fowler said, waving the photos, "Would be FBI business. Though, I've been thinking, if we solve it, and stop the potential uprising again, we will prove ourselves somehow."
Connor frowned, "The whole idea of getting rid of Police in a whole city seems extremely odd, are you certain that is what the government said?"
"I'm fucking sure Connor, we could potentially loose our jobs." Fowler said, beginning to pace again, "I know, it sounds insanely dumb, but our government is on fucking red Ice half the time."
"The only logical reason for them to do this, is if they believed that our lack of cases was because we were slacking, not the significant decrease in crime." Richard said.
"Exactly." Fowler said, "So that's why we need to prove that we are not. You four must solve this case."
"But Fowler-" Connor began.
"No. Out my office. All of you, solve this case, you'll get a huge pay rise, anything, just go."

time skip

"This is fucking dumb." Hank said.
"It still seems like an extremely odd decision from the government." Connor said, rubbing his temple.
Gavin smirked, "Whatever, we've just got to solve the case. Did you hear Fowler? A huge pay rise!" 
"I guess we should try and find this AP700 model then." Hank said, "Interrogate it, probe it or some shit, try and figure out where it was manufactured."
Gavin and Connor nodded.
"While I was at the apartment, I reconstructed many different events that could of occurred, due to the lack of evidence there wasn't one definite order of events. However, the most logical one was that the android obviously killed the victims, and fled out of the kitchen window." Connor said.
"The kitchen window? Why?" Gavin asked.
"It was open, and there was a trail of knocked or slightly moved objects from the bodies to the window."
Before anyone could respond, Richard walked up with a map of the surrounding area, and placed it flat on the table. Connor took a red marker, and circled the apartment, drawing an arrow from the building heading west.
"The direction the kitchen window was facing." Connor said, when he noticed Hank looked slightly confused.
"So, the only logical places for the android to be hiding, if it's still in the city, would be-" Gavin motioned for the red marker, and Connor gave it to him, "-here, here, here and oh here."
"Possibly in the abandoned warehouse there." Hank added, pointing to the map, and Gavin circled it.
"I guess we just go to each location and pray," Gavin said, putting the lid back on the pen,
"Should we go to the warehouse first? It's closest."
Hank shrugged, "Sure."