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Jimmy's Bar - 2039 - Tuesday 1st November - 5.42 PM
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You headed back into the bar when you'd both finished smoking, hearing a glimpse of Connor and Hank's conversation as you sat back down at the bar.
"But, Lieutenant, I thought you didn't WANT me to get my LED back?' Connor was asking, and Hank rolled his eyes in response.
"Yeah, until I realised that I can't tell what you're thinking without it!" Hank argued and you chuckled a little, taking a sip of your drink. "No red or yellow or blue, makes it more difficult to figure out what's going on in that head of yours." He pushed Connor's head a little where his LED usually sat and Connor smirked.
"I didn't realise you had such trouble reading people, Hank." He smiled into his drink, his voice dripping with snark.
"You little shit..." Hank almost growled, but you could tell the conversation was all good-natured. The lieutenant turned back to the bar, tapping it for another drink. Jimmy's son placed one in front of him and of course, Gavin had to speak up.

"And one for that one there." He pointed to you with his thumb and you sighed, rolling your eyes. "We have a bet going."
"No we don't." Hank grumbled, sipping on his whiskey.
Gavin smirked, resting against the bar on his elbows. "Wanna make it a bet?"
Hank observed the cocky grin the detective was flashing him and then turned to you. "He seems to think you can ACTUALLY out-drink me."

You simply shrugged, smiling a little as you thanked the barman for the new drink. You wouldn't give anything away, but you didn't really feel up to drinking a load while you were still jet-lagged, Gavin seemed to have made it his mission to prove how good at drinking you were. "Dunno, really." You shrugged, tipping the glass back and drinking all the burning liquid in one smooth gulp. You didn't break eye contact as you sighed happily and placed the glass down on the bar.
"Come on, Hank, I take that as a challenge." Gavin smirked, holding his hand out.
Hank glared at you a little but shook the detectives hand. "Twenty quid."
"How about fifty?" Gavin asked, walking over to you and lolling his arm over your shoulders.
"How about personal space, dickwad?" You jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow and sighed. This wasn't exactly what you were expecting when you were getting ready this morning, at least the anxiety had mainly ebbed away as you got to know your co-workers.

The detective chuckled and headed to the pool table. "Oi, tin-can!" He called back, gaining Connor's attention as you rolled your eyes at the nickname. Though you realised Connor was doing a good job of shooting the other man his best 'bitch glare', in a 'what do you want now?' kind of way, good thing he'd already learned to take Gavin with a shit-tonne of salt. "Keep a tally going for those two, would ya?"
Connor let out an exasperated sigh and turned back round so he had his back to the detective. "He just doesn't want me to beat him at pool again."
Hank let out a gruff laugh as he ordered another round of drinks, since you'd already downed your own. "Sore loser that one."
"Always has been." You smirked, thanking the bar man once again.

Hank took a long swig of his own drink before turning his attention back to you, looking around Connor, who sat back a little. "So, I was looking over your file. Impressive."
You flushed a little at the praise, you were never really good at accepting compliments, but you KNEW you were good at police work, you'd graduated with honours - early - and you were the youngest Detective Inspector in England. You were proud of your accomplishments. "I do what I can."
"Oh great, another humble one." Hank joked. "Top of your class, went to school years earlier than you should and you think I'm gonna believe that you just happen to be good at your job?"
You smiled now, looking down as you noticed both him and Connor watching you. "Well, what can I say, I'm good at police work."
"No shit." He chuckled again.
"How old are you, Y/N?" Connor asked curiously, sipping his own drink.

You didn't like how all the attention was on you, but at least you were making friends. "Twenty-Two." You shrugged a little.
Connor nodded, impressed with what Hank had spewed about your past. "I thought you were a detective, it is impressive that you're a detective inspector at such a young age."
"Wait a second!" Gavin came over, hearing a snippet of the conversation between turns at pool. He leaned against the bar between you and Connor. "You're a Detective Inspector?!"
You giggled a little. "Well, yeah..."
"Unbelievable, you come in and take over as best in the class, and now you're promoted above most of the DPD." He grumbled, but you could tell he was happy for you. "When did that happen?"
"Six months ago." You shrugged. "I didn't think it was that important."
Gavin scoffed and shook his head. "Sure, not that important." He rolled his eyes. "Can't believe you didn't tell me!"
You smiled, knowing Gavin saw you as a little sister - when you weren't annoying each other constantly - so he'd probably expected you to tell him, despite your lack of contact for a while.
"Sorry, Gav." You rolled your eyes, but he offered a light punch on the shoulder before he wondered back off to his game. You laughed and finished your drink.
"So, you're from England?" Connor asked, attempting to get onto a different topic.
You nodded with a smile. "Yep, I was in America for the academy though."
Hank let out an impressed huff. "How'd you swing that then?"
"They liked what I could do, offered it to me." You shrugged. "I wasn't gonna turn down the opportunity."
"Makes sense." Hank smiled, you were happy he seemed happy to have you on the team.

Jimmy's Bar - 2039 - Tuesday 1st November - 8:58 PM
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You all talked for a while longer, getting to know your new colleagues, it was a good night. The drinks kept on being bought, and you were feeling it a few hours later when you got up to go to the bathroom. The walls were swaying as you looked in the mirror and tidied yourself up. You always told people they never knew how drunk they were until they went to the toilet, and you were surprised every time you realised your own advice was true.
Heading back into the main bar area, you went outside with Gavin for a smoke.
"Hey, RoboCop!" Gavin shouted back. Connor raised an un-amused brow and you tried your hardest not to laugh. "What's the tally?"
"So far Hank has drank seven double whiskeys, and Y/N has drank a double spiced rum, five double whiskeys, two jaggerbombs that you decided to buy her because she 'cannot resist a good bomb', and a double vodka coke." Connor recited. "So far? I'd say she's winning." He smirked as Hank punched him in the arm.

"Cheeky shit..." He grumbled, clearly somewhat intoxicated. "Who's side are you on anyway?"
Connor grinned, clearly enjoying teasing his partner. "At the moment? Y/N, because she is winning."
You laughed and let Gavin drag you outside for another smoke. "Why did you have to start this bet on the first night?" You groaned, resting against the wall as you let the smoke fill your lungs.
"Oh come on, you're having fun. Besides, I'm totally gonna get fifty bucks from this." He smirked, blowing smoke in your face. "Win, win!"

Rolling your eyes, you patted your pockets when a phone began to ring, but realised it was your partners.
He pulled the phone to his ear, grumbling about 'Chris interrupting the night'. "Yello?" You smirked at his greeting. "Ah, shit. Really?" He rubbed his eyes, a clear unhappiness to his voice. "Fine. We'll be there soon, yep. But you owe us. Bye." He hung up and you offered a small smile.
"The case?" You simply asked.
"Yep. Well, sort of." He sighed, stubbing his smoke out and leading you both back into the bar, where Hank and Connor where pulling on their jackets that had been discarded a while ago as the drinks kept coming.

"You got the call too?" Gavin asked, grabbing his own jacket.
"Mmm, I swear can't people have the decency to die on a night where I'm not relaxing?" Hank grumbled, handing over some money to Jimmy's son.
Connor straightened his tie. "That would be fairly difficult, Lieutenant."
"I'm gonna slap you one day, boy." Hank lead the way out front, pulling his keys from his pocket.
"Shotgun!" You shouted just before Gavin managed to, and he cursed rather loudly.
You knew in your right mind that none of you should be allowed at a crime scene, with the amount your group had drank that night, but you had gotten the call, so you were on your way. Maybe you could pass it off, you were good at that. The amount of times you'd turned up to classes drunk. Gavin didn't exactly have such a good time with pretending to be sober, and earned a lot of class overtime for it.

"Hank, I shall drive, considering how much you've had to drink." Connor snatched the keys from the Lieutenant before he could say anything.
"Oi! I've driven in a worse state!" Hank argued, like it made any sense at all.
You chuckled at the argument as you jumped into the passenger seat, hoping they'd hurry up so they could get to the scene. "Get in, bitches, we're going shopping!"
Gavin laughed loudly and jumped in the back with Hank - who was still grumbling, apparently he didn't like relinquishing control of his car - while Connor, still smirking, got in next to you and turned the key. He flashed you a cheeky smile and you giggled a little. "Where's the scene?" He asked, looking in the mirror, since Hank and Gavin had gotten the calls.
"The warehouses near the river." Gavin spoke up. "You got GPS in that robo-brain of yours?"
You flashed him a glare over your shoulder as Connor started up the car. "No, Detective Reed, but I do have maps and can determine the best route based on traffic and weather conditions."
"Show-off..." Gavin rumbled, glaring out the window.
"I can also get live updates of any road-works or accidents." Connor added, clearly enjoying getting on the detectives nerves.

You laughed at your partner's turmoil as he mocked Connor by echoing his words with a high pitched voice. Connor flashed you an over dramatic roll of the eyes at the situation and you laughed even harder.
"Can we please just drive?" Hank spoke up, having had enough of the 'children' as he seemed to call them. "Leave the dick-measuring until later."
"Of course, Hank." Connor smirked and began driving to the location of the crime.
"Phecking androids..." Gavin grumbled, sat in the corner and glaring out the window like he was a scolded child. You couldn't help but smile, looking out your own window as you drove.

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Jimmy's Bar - 2039 - Tuesday 1st November - 5.42 PM
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You headed back into the bar when you'd both finished smoking, hearing a glimpse of Connor and Hank's conversation as you sat back down at the bar.
"But, Lieutenant, I thought you didn't WANT me to get my LED back?' Connor was asking, and Hank rolled his eyes in response.
"Yeah, until I realised that I can't tell what you're thinking without it!" Hank argued and you chuckled a little, taking a sip of your drink. "No red or yellow or blue, makes it more difficult to figure out what's going on in that head of yours." He pushed Connor's head a little where his LED usually sat and Connor smirked.
"I didn't realise you had such trouble reading people, Hank." He smiled into his drink, his voice dripping with snark.
"You little shit..." Hank almost growled, but you could tell the conversation was all good-natured. The lieutenant turned back to the bar, tapping it for another drink. Jimmy's son placed one in front of him and of course, Gavin had to speak up.

"And one for that one there." He pointed to you with his thumb and you sighed, rolling your eyes. "We have a bet going."
"No we don't." Hank grumbled, sipping on his whiskey.
Gavin smirked, resting against the bar on his elbows. "Wanna make it a bet?"
Hank observed the cocky grin the detective was flashing him and then turned to you. "He seems to think you can ACTUALLY out-drink me."

You simply shrugged, smiling a little as you thanked the barman for the new drink. You wouldn't give anything away, but you didn't really feel up to drinking a load while you were still jet-lagged, Gavin seemed to have made it his mission to prove how good at drinking you were. "Dunno, really." You shrugged, tipping the glass back and drinking all the burning liquid in one smooth gulp. You didn't break eye contact as you sighed happily and placed the glass down on the bar.
"Come on, Hank, I take that as a challenge." Gavin smirked, holding his hand out.
Hank glared at you a little but shook the detectives hand. "Twenty quid."
"How about fifty?" Gavin asked, walking over to you and lolling his arm over your shoulders.
"How about personal space, dickwad?" You jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow and sighed. This wasn't exactly what you were expecting when you were getting ready this morning, at least the anxiety had mainly ebbed away as you got to know your co-workers.

The detective chuckled and headed to the pool table. "Oi, tin-can!" He called back, gaining Connor's attention as you rolled your eyes at the nickname. Though you realised Connor was doing a good job of shooting the other man his best 'bitch glare', in a 'what do you want now?' kind of way, good thing he'd already learned to take Gavin with a shit-tonne of salt. "Keep a tally going for those two, would ya?"
Connor let out an exasperated sigh and turned back round so he had his back to the detective. "He just doesn't want me to beat him at pool again."
Hank let out a gruff laugh as he ordered another round of drinks, since you'd already downed your own. "Sore loser that one."
"Always has been." You smirked, thanking the bar man once again.

Hank took a long swig of his own drink before turning his attention back to you, looking around Connor, who sat back a little. "So, I was looking over your file. Impressive."
You flushed a little at the praise, you were never really good at accepting compliments, but you KNEW you were good at police work, you'd graduated with honours - early - and you were the youngest Detective Inspector in England. You were proud of your accomplishments. "I do what I can."
"Oh great, another humble one." Hank joked. "Top of your class, went to school years earlier than you should and you think I'm gonna believe that you just happen to be good at your job?"
You smiled now, looking down as you noticed both him and Connor watching you. "Well, what can I say, I'm good at police work."
"No shit." He chuckled again.
"How old are you, Y/N?" Connor asked curiously, sipping his own drink.

You didn't like how all the attention was on you, but at least you were making friends. "Twenty-Two." You shrugged a little.
Connor nodded, impressed with what Hank had spewed about your past. "I thought you were a detective, it is impressive that you're a detective inspector at such a young age."
"Wait a second!" Gavin came over, hearing a snippet of the conversation between turns at pool. He leaned against the bar between you and Connor. "You're a Detective Inspector?!"
You giggled a little. "Well, yeah..."
"Unbelievable, you come in and take over as best in the class, and now you're promoted above most of the DPD." He grumbled, but you could tell he was happy for you. "When did that happen?"
"Six months ago." You shrugged. "I didn't think it was that important."
Gavin scoffed and shook his head. "Sure, not that important." He rolled his eyes. "Can't believe you didn't tell me!"
You smiled, knowing Gavin saw you as a little sister - when you weren't annoying each other constantly - so he'd probably expected you to tell him, despite your lack of contact for a while.
"Sorry, Gav." You rolled your eyes, but he offered a light punch on the shoulder before he wondered back off to his game. You laughed and finished your drink.
"So, you're from England?" Connor asked, attempting to get onto a different topic.
You nodded with a smile. "Yep, I was in America for the academy though."
Hank let out an impressed huff. "How'd you swing that then?"
"They liked what I could do, offered it to me." You shrugged. "I wasn't gonna turn down the opportunity."
"Makes sense." Hank smiled, you were happy he seemed happy to have you on the team.

Jimmy's Bar - 2039 - Tuesday 1st November - 8:58 PM
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You all talked for a while longer, getting to know your new colleagues, it was a good night. The drinks kept on being bought, and you were feeling it a few hours later when you got up to go to the bathroom. The walls were swaying as you looked in the mirror and tidied yourself up. You always told people they never knew how drunk they were until they went to the toilet, and you were surprised every time you realised your own advice was true.
Heading back into the main bar area, you went outside with Gavin for a smoke.
"Hey, RoboCop!" Gavin shouted back. Connor raised an un-amused brow and you tried your hardest not to laugh. "What's the tally?"
"So far Hank has drank seven double whiskeys, and Y/N has drank a double spiced rum, five double whiskeys, two jaggerbombs that you decided to buy her because she 'cannot resist a good bomb', and a double vodka coke." Connor recited. "So far? I'd say she's winning." He smirked as Hank punched him in the arm.

"Cheeky shit..." He grumbled, clearly somewhat intoxicated. "Who's side are you on anyway?"
Connor grinned, clearly enjoying teasing his partner. "At the moment? Y/N, because she is winning."
You laughed and let Gavin drag you outside for another smoke. "Why did you have to start this bet on the first night?" You groaned, resting against the wall as you let the smoke fill your lungs.
"Oh come on, you're having fun. Besides, I'm totally gonna get fifty bucks from this." He smirked, blowing smoke in your face. "Win, win!"

Rolling your eyes, you patted your pockets when a phone began to ring, but realised it was your partners.
He pulled the phone to his ear, grumbling about 'Chris interrupting the night'. "Yello?" You smirked at his greeting. "Ah, shit. Really?" He rubbed his eyes, a clear unhappiness to his voice. "Fine. We'll be there soon, yep. But you owe us. Bye." He hung up and you offered a small smile.
"The case?" You simply asked.
"Yep. Well, sort of." He sighed, stubbing his smoke out and leading you both back into the bar, where Hank and Connor where pulling on their jackets that had been discarded a while ago as the drinks kept coming.

"You got the call too?" Gavin asked, grabbing his own jacket.
"Mmm, I swear can't people have the decency to die on a night where I'm not relaxing?" Hank grumbled, handing over some money to Jimmy's son.
Connor straightened his tie. "That would be fairly difficult, Lieutenant."
"I'm gonna slap you one day, boy." Hank lead the way out front, pulling his keys from his pocket.
"Shotgun!" You shouted just before Gavin managed to, and he cursed rather loudly.
You knew in your right mind that none of you should be allowed at a crime scene, with the amount your group had drank that night, but you had gotten the call, so you were on your way. Maybe you could pass it off, you were good at that. The amount of times you'd turned up to classes drunk. Gavin didn't exactly have such a good time with pretending to be sober, and earned a lot of class overtime for it.

"Hank, I shall drive, considering how much you've had to drink." Connor snatched the keys from the Lieutenant before he could say anything.
"Oi! I've driven in a worse state!" Hank argued, like it made any sense at all.
You chuckled at the argument as you jumped into the passenger seat, hoping they'd hurry up so they could get to the scene. "Get in, bitches, we're going shopping!"
Gavin laughed loudly and jumped in the back with Hank - who was still grumbling, apparently he didn't like relinquishing control of his car - while Connor, still smirking, got in next to you and turned the key. He flashed you a cheeky smile and you giggled a little. "Where's the scene?" He asked, looking in the mirror, since Hank and Gavin had gotten the calls.
"The warehouses near the river." Gavin spoke up. "You got GPS in that robo-brain of yours?"
You flashed him a glare over your shoulder as Connor started up the car. "No, Detective Reed, but I do have maps and can determine the best route based on traffic and weather conditions."
"Show-off..." Gavin rumbled, glaring out the window.
"I can also get live updates of any road-works or accidents." Connor added, clearly enjoying getting on the detectives nerves.

You laughed at your partner's turmoil as he mocked Connor by echoing his words with a high pitched voice. Connor flashed you an over dramatic roll of the eyes at the situation and you laughed even harder.
"Can we please just drive?" Hank spoke up, having had enough of the 'children' as he seemed to call them. "Leave the dick-measuring until later."
"Of course, Hank." Connor smirked and began driving to the location of the crime.
"Phecking androids..." Gavin grumbled, sat in the corner and glaring out the window like he was a scolded child. You couldn't help but smile, looking out your own window as you drove.