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Detroit Police Department - 2039 - Tuesday 1st November - 7:18 AM
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You reached your new desk, set at the back of the room. Forcing yourself to stop clutching your bag strap, you placed it down and looked at the fresh, clean desk. It was somewhat nice actually, considering as soon as a case was given to an officer, their desk tended to get quite messed up. You took a moment to breath, looking around the place at the other desks - most of which were empty. There had been quite a bit of crime recently, so it didn't surprise you. Not everyone was open to the new laws for androids, there were protests, rally's. They didn't get very far at all but it was still an inconvenience as riot police were often called out. The issues related to Red Ice were another matter entirely, drug deals had gone up, as well as the crimes of people taking them. Red Ice made people go crazy, violent. There were lots of casualties. That was your area.
'Detective (y/n) (l/n)', you turned the little sign round on your desk so you could look at it, still not quite believing how quickly you had gone through school and become a DI. You were always a quick learner, but nobody expected it, not from you. You shook your head and turned the little sign back round, looking to the screen on your desk, obviously the database. The lieutenant - Fowler, you remembered from the messages - would most likely be giving you your log in details and set up the hand print system soon, once you let him know you were here. You were about ten minutes early, as you tried to be to every shift at all your previous jobs (you never know with traffic, accidents happen) so you had some time to spare, besides, the lieutenant looked busy at the moment.
So, you returned to looking around the office. You noticed a few android officers in the corner near yours and smiled as they waved, you nodded back. You'd have to introduce yourself later, but right now you were too nervous to even think about talking to new people.
You looked over to the lieutenants office, seeing that he was done talking to the two men he had been talking to. You picked up your phone, putting it into your pocket and grabbing a few things he'd asked you to bring before heading over to the office.
"Lieutenant Fowler?" You asked quietly as you knocked on the glass door. Not a very private office...
"Ah, you must be the new detective." The man spoke as he turned to face you, sitting down in his chair. "Please, come in. I have a few basic things to discuss with you about your new job, your new partner, etc." He told you, motioning to the chair opposite him.
You nodded, closing the door behind you and walking over to sit in the slightly uncomfortable office chair.

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Once the Lieutenant had gone through the basics - log in details, cases, etc. - you were handed your pass for the precinct, the keys to your locker, a basic police standard sidearm and a folder detailing your new partner and basic paperwork to fill out. The one thing you had learnt that was completely different from police movies and TV shows? The sheer mountains of paperwork that would have to be done. The only film you'd seen that shed a more realistic light on that had been Hot Fuzz.
You thanked the lieutenant and he shook your hand before motioning to the door. You left the office, not wanting to look up at the office from the folder you'd been given.
'Detective Reed' - your folder told you your new partner. Now you'd just have to find their desk...
You forced yourself to look up then, looking around at the empty desks. Knowing your luck the person you were having to work with would be a late riser. The first desk you came to on the left had someone at it, so you figured it was a good place to start. "Um, hi." You mumbled, cursing yourself for being so damn anxious. You were usually known for being fierce, sarcastic, a bit of a troublemaker. But it took a while for people to begin to see the real side of you.
"What?" The man asked, not even bothering to look up from his phone as he stirred his fresh coffee.
"Do you know where Detective Reed is?" You asked, getting a bit more confident that this person was being rude.
When he looked up however you felt a small smile come across your face. "Holy shit." He chuckled. "Didn't expect to see you here." He threw his phone down onto the table, leaning back and folding his arms. "Come to turn yourself in for something?"
"Fuck off, Gavin." You smirked, already used to this mans jokes. You would describe your friendship with the detective as 'marmite' you either love it or you hate it. Gavin certainly liked to jump across the lines from conversation to conversation. One second you wanted to strangle him the next you were both joking over a beer at the local bar.
He wasted no more time in jumping up from his seat and giving you a small half hug. "Honestly thought you'd gotten yourself killed or something." He joked and you offered him a sarcastic smile.
"Nope, not quite yet. A few close calls though." You shrugged, and you noticed the deep scar across his face. Guess you weren't the only one who had some troubles in the past couple years. "So, guess your'e my new partner." You smirked at his frown, punching his arm in a friendly gesture, resting against his desk and folding your arms.
"I told him I didn't want a partner." He rolled his eyes. "BUT, I GUESS if I have to have a 'partner' I'm glad it's you and not some stupid noob dickhead I've gotta look after or some robot fucking tin can."
"Oi, leave androids alone, dick." You warned, though a small smile was still present on your face. You did miss his sailor mouth - you tended to swear a fair bit yourself - you didn't however miss his aversion to androids. "So, what we got?"
He gestured for you to take the desk across from him and you both sat down, falling into old ways of working almost immediately as an android brought your desks name tag over. This would be your new desk then.
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Gavin had informed you of a murder/drug case you'd been set with. You both knew Red Ice made people extremely aggressive; it was one of the catalysts for a lot of androids to turn deviant. Constant abuse when people became hooked on a drug that ruined them as people, taking away their humanity and forcing it into the androids one hit, kick and curse at a time. Drugs had always been an issue the police had to deal with, and it would be going into the future as well, for every dealer they stopped, every farm they destroyed, more and more would pop up. It was always the way with drugs. People needed a substitute for dealing with their problems; for some people that was the harder stuff.
You couldn't say much, you smoked, drank, were somewhat hooked on energy drinks and caffeine pills and constantly forgot to eat or sleep in exchange for working harder on the case you'd been set. Perhaps it was a good thing you'd been sent to Gavin as a partner; he always kept you in check despite his own issues.
"So did they ever find the murder weapon?" You asked, already getting into the swing of the job. Your new desk was littered with papers, folders, notes. You and Gavin had already been bouncing ideas and theories off of each other.
"Not yet. We know it wasn't an overdose though because of the lack of Ice in his system." Gavin mumbled, sipping his coffee. "We found multiple fresh wounds but it's anyone's guess which one killed him."
"Multiple wounds?" You asked, raising a brow.
"We think the dude either injected through open wounds to get a better high, self harm, submissive shit. We have a few theories." He shrugged. "Anyone's guess really."
You hummed in thought. "A drug dealer, well known can have a lot of enemies." You voiced your thoughts out loud. "Did you find an LBB?"
"What the fuck's that when it's at home then?"
"Little Black Book." You smirked. "Most dealers keep a book to list their exchanges, who they have on tick, how much each person owes, etc."
"We found a little notebook, we couldn't really figure out what it meant though." He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "Knew there must have been a reason for Fowler to hire you."
"Oh, haha!" You rolled your eyes. "Just as funny as ever!"
He stuck his tongue out at you as you both stood, ready to head to the evidence vault.
"Reed, you break the coffee machine again?" A gruff voice came from next to the desks and you instantly felt less comfortable. You'd gotten so used to working with Reed again that your thoughts had been taken away from the fact that this was your first day and you didn't exactly knew anyone here.
"No, Hank." Gavin rolled his eyes. "Guess you'll have to go without a mixer for your Irish coffee today."
"You're a little shit, Reed." The older man - Hank you remembered - growled. He had longer white hair and a fairly shaggy beard. You remembered reading about a Hank Anderson when you were in training, he looked fairly similar. The older man seemed to realise you were there and his cold glare softened only sightly. "Oh, new here?" He asked. You nodded. "You got a name or...?"
You cleared your throat, trying to push down your nerves. "Detective (y/n) (l/n)." You nodded. He gave you a nod of the head in return.
"Hank Anderson." He grumbled. "Excuse my grumpiness, this dip shit keeps breaking the coffee machine." He tilted his head in Gavin's direction, who grit his teeth.
"Fuck off, Hank." Reed sighed. "I didn't break anything."
"It wouldn't surprise me if he broke it, useless with tech this one." You smirked, joining in on the office banter. Hank breathed out a laughed, so you realised you must have been doing something right.
"I like this one." He chuckled, pointing to you.
"I do my best." You shrugged slightly, happy you were fitting in. You didn't know about the normal, more serious police officers, but as for this lot of rag tag detectives you seemed to slot right into place. It relieved some of your anxiety.
While Hank and Gavin argued a bit more your eyes glanced past the older lieutenant, landing on a taller, thinner man. You offered a small smile and he nodded slightly, his deep brown eyes returning back to Hank and Gavin afterwards. His hair was almost black, a small swoosh coming down over his forehead. His cheekbones and jawline could cut glass and his skin was pale. He seemed used to the arguments and you wondered how long he'd been here, he couldn't have been much older than yourself.
"Come on, Connor, we have work to do." Hank's voice cut through your thoughts.
"Yes, Hank." The man - Connor - answered, a small smirk playing on his lips as Gavin lifted his middle finger to Hank. "Nice to meet you." He smiled at you as they walked past, his voice was pleasant.
"You too." You managed to say, having found yourself getting anxious again. You really needed to chill.
"We'll probably see you at the bar later, Anderson!" Gavin called after the lieutenant and his partner before draping his arm over your shoulder. "This one could drink you under the table and then some!"
"Oi, Gav!" You complained, elbowing him in the ribs. He chuckled in response, though you noticed the roll of the eyes from Hank as he looked back round.
"We'll see about that! Jimmy's, 7." Was all he said before they left.
"What if I had plans?" You turned to Gavin and asked.
"You?" Pffft." He laughed out loud at that. "Come on, let's go see that evidence."
It was your turn to roll your eyes at his antics, but you followed him down to the evidence room to look over the clues he'd found on this murder

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Detroit Police Department - 2039 - Tuesday 1st November - 7:18 AM
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You reached your new desk, set at the back of the room. Forcing yourself to stop clutching your bag strap, you placed it down and looked at the fresh, clean desk. It was somewhat nice actually, considering as soon as a case was given to an officer, their desk tended to get quite messed up. You took a moment to breath, looking around the place at the other desks - most of which were empty. There had been quite a bit of crime recently, so it didn't surprise you. Not everyone was open to the new laws for androids, there were protests, rally's. They didn't get very far at all but it was still an inconvenience as riot police were often called out. The issues related to Red Ice were another matter entirely, drug deals had gone up, as well as the crimes of people taking them. Red Ice made people go crazy, violent. There were lots of casualties. That was your area.
'Detective (y/n) (l/n)', you turned the little sign round on your desk so you could look at it, still not quite believing how quickly you had gone through school and become a DI. You were always a quick learner, but nobody expected it, not from you. You shook your head and turned the little sign back round, looking to the screen on your desk, obviously the database. The lieutenant - Fowler, you remembered from the messages - would most likely be giving you your log in details and set up the hand print system soon, once you let him know you were here. You were about ten minutes early, as you tried to be to every shift at all your previous jobs (you never know with traffic, accidents happen) so you had some time to spare, besides, the lieutenant looked busy at the moment.
So, you returned to looking around the office. You noticed a few android officers in the corner near yours and smiled as they waved, you nodded back. You'd have to introduce yourself later, but right now you were too nervous to even think about talking to new people.
You looked over to the lieutenants office, seeing that he was done talking to the two men he had been talking to. You picked up your phone, putting it into your pocket and grabbing a few things he'd asked you to bring before heading over to the office.
"Lieutenant Fowler?" You asked quietly as you knocked on the glass door. Not a very private office...
"Ah, you must be the new detective." The man spoke as he turned to face you, sitting down in his chair. "Please, come in. I have a few basic things to discuss with you about your new job, your new partner, etc." He told you, motioning to the chair opposite him.
You nodded, closing the door behind you and walking over to sit in the slightly uncomfortable office chair.

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Once the Lieutenant had gone through the basics - log in details, cases, etc. - you were handed your pass for the precinct, the keys to your locker, a basic police standard sidearm and a folder detailing your new partner and basic paperwork to fill out. The one thing you had learnt that was completely different from police movies and TV shows? The sheer mountains of paperwork that would have to be done. The only film you'd seen that shed a more realistic light on that had been Hot Fuzz.
You thanked the lieutenant and he shook your hand before motioning to the door. You left the office, not wanting to look up at the office from the folder you'd been given.
'Detective Reed' - your folder told you your new partner. Now you'd just have to find their desk...
You forced yourself to look up then, looking around at the empty desks. Knowing your luck the person you were having to work with would be a late riser. The first desk you came to on the left had someone at it, so you figured it was a good place to start. "Um, hi." You mumbled, cursing yourself for being so damn anxious. You were usually known for being fierce, sarcastic, a bit of a troublemaker. But it took a while for people to begin to see the real side of you.
"What?" The man asked, not even bothering to look up from his phone as he stirred his fresh coffee.
"Do you know where Detective Reed is?" You asked, getting a bit more confident that this person was being rude.
When he looked up however you felt a small smile come across your face. "Holy shit." He chuckled. "Didn't expect to see you here." He threw his phone down onto the table, leaning back and folding his arms. "Come to turn yourself in for something?"
"Fuck off, Gavin." You smirked, already used to this mans jokes. You would describe your friendship with the detective as 'marmite' you either love it or you hate it. Gavin certainly liked to jump across the lines from conversation to conversation. One second you wanted to strangle him the next you were both joking over a beer at the local bar.
He wasted no more time in jumping up from his seat and giving you a small half hug. "Honestly thought you'd gotten yourself killed or something." He joked and you offered him a sarcastic smile.
"Nope, not quite yet. A few close calls though." You shrugged, and you noticed the deep scar across his face. Guess you weren't the only one who had some troubles in the past couple years. "So, guess your'e my new partner." You smirked at his frown, punching his arm in a friendly gesture, resting against his desk and folding your arms.
"I told him I didn't want a partner." He rolled his eyes. "BUT, I GUESS if I have to have a 'partner' I'm glad it's you and not some stupid noob dickhead I've gotta look after or some robot fucking tin can."
"Oi, leave androids alone, dick." You warned, though a small smile was still present on your face. You did miss his sailor mouth - you tended to swear a fair bit yourself - you didn't however miss his aversion to androids. "So, what we got?"
He gestured for you to take the desk across from him and you both sat down, falling into old ways of working almost immediately as an android brought your desks name tag over. This would be your new desk then.
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Gavin had informed you of a murder/drug case you'd been set with. You both knew Red Ice made people extremely aggressive; it was one of the catalysts for a lot of androids to turn deviant. Constant abuse when people became hooked on a drug that ruined them as people, taking away their humanity and forcing it into the androids one hit, kick and curse at a time. Drugs had always been an issue the police had to deal with, and it would be going into the future as well, for every dealer they stopped, every farm they destroyed, more and more would pop up. It was always the way with drugs. People needed a substitute for dealing with their problems; for some people that was the harder stuff.
You couldn't say much, you smoked, drank, were somewhat hooked on energy drinks and caffeine pills and constantly forgot to eat or sleep in exchange for working harder on the case you'd been set. Perhaps it was a good thing you'd been sent to Gavin as a partner; he always kept you in check despite his own issues.
"So did they ever find the murder weapon?" You asked, already getting into the swing of the job. Your new desk was littered with papers, folders, notes. You and Gavin had already been bouncing ideas and theories off of each other.
"Not yet. We know it wasn't an overdose though because of the lack of Ice in his system." Gavin mumbled, sipping his coffee. "We found multiple fresh wounds but it's anyone's guess which one killed him."
"Multiple wounds?" You asked, raising a brow.
"We think the dude either injected through open wounds to get a better high, self harm, submissive shit. We have a few theories." He shrugged. "Anyone's guess really."
You hummed in thought. "A drug dealer, well known can have a lot of enemies." You voiced your thoughts out loud. "Did you find an LBB?"
"What the fuck's that when it's at home then?"
"Little Black Book." You smirked. "Most dealers keep a book to list their exchanges, who they have on tick, how much each person owes, etc."
"We found a little notebook, we couldn't really figure out what it meant though." He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "Knew there must have been a reason for Fowler to hire you."
"Oh, haha!" You rolled your eyes. "Just as funny as ever!"
He stuck his tongue out at you as you both stood, ready to head to the evidence vault.
"Reed, you break the coffee machine again?" A gruff voice came from next to the desks and you instantly felt less comfortable. You'd gotten so used to working with Reed again that your thoughts had been taken away from the fact that this was your first day and you didn't exactly knew anyone here.
"No, Hank." Gavin rolled his eyes. "Guess you'll have to go without a mixer for your Irish coffee today."
"You're a little shit, Reed." The older man - Hank you remembered - growled. He had longer white hair and a fairly shaggy beard. You remembered reading about a Hank Anderson when you were in training, he looked fairly similar. The older man seemed to realise you were there and his cold glare softened only sightly. "Oh, new here?" He asked. You nodded. "You got a name or...?"
You cleared your throat, trying to push down your nerves. "Detective (y/n) (l/n)." You nodded. He gave you a nod of the head in return.
"Hank Anderson." He grumbled. "Excuse my grumpiness, this dip shit keeps breaking the coffee machine." He tilted his head in Gavin's direction, who grit his teeth.
"Fuck off, Hank." Reed sighed. "I didn't break anything."
"It wouldn't surprise me if he broke it, useless with tech this one." You smirked, joining in on the office banter. Hank breathed out a laughed, so you realised you must have been doing something right.
"I like this one." He chuckled, pointing to you.
"I do my best." You shrugged slightly, happy you were fitting in. You didn't know about the normal, more serious police officers, but as for this lot of rag tag detectives you seemed to slot right into place. It relieved some of your anxiety.
While Hank and Gavin argued a bit more your eyes glanced past the older lieutenant, landing on a taller, thinner man. You offered a small smile and he nodded slightly, his deep brown eyes returning back to Hank and Gavin afterwards. His hair was almost black, a small swoosh coming down over his forehead. His cheekbones and jawline could cut glass and his skin was pale. He seemed used to the arguments and you wondered how long he'd been here, he couldn't have been much older than yourself.
"Come on, Connor, we have work to do." Hank's voice cut through your thoughts.
"Yes, Hank." The man - Connor - answered, a small smirk playing on his lips as Gavin lifted his middle finger to Hank. "Nice to meet you." He smiled at you as they walked past, his voice was pleasant.
"You too." You managed to say, having found yourself getting anxious again. You really needed to chill.
"We'll probably see you at the bar later, Anderson!" Gavin called after the lieutenant and his partner before draping his arm over your shoulder. "This one could drink you under the table and then some!"
"Oi, Gav!" You complained, elbowing him in the ribs. He chuckled in response, though you noticed the roll of the eyes from Hank as he looked back round.
"We'll see about that! Jimmy's, 7." Was all he said before they left.
"What if I had plans?" You turned to Gavin and asked.
"You?" Pffft." He laughed out loud at that. "Come on, let's go see that evidence."
It was your turn to roll your eyes at his antics, but you followed him down to the evidence room to look over the clues he'd found on this murder