Reed me until 900 - #12

The next morning, Gavin was already feeling the strain of the ongoing investigation. The precinct buzzed with activity, officers and detectives shuffling through files, phones ringing off the hook, and the constant hum of people talking in the background. It was business as usual, but the weight of the case hung over everyone like a dark cloud.

Gavin sat at his desk, staring at the files in front of him. The events of the previous night still played on a loop in his mind. He could feel the tension building up again, the unresolved emotions from the night before creeping back in. His thoughts kept drifting to RK900—the way the android had spoken to him, the calm authority in his voice that had sent an unexpected thrill through Gavin's body.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. This was ridiculous. He was a cop, not some lovesick teenager. He needed to focus on the case, not on whatever the hell was going on between him and that plastic... and that RK900. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the lingering sense of anticipation that had settled in his gut.

RK900 entered the room, his presence immediately commanding attention. Gavin could feel his heart rate increase slightly, a reaction he tried to ignore, hoping the android wouldn't scan him and notice that. He busied himself with the files on his desk, hoping to appear focused when, in reality, his mind was far from it.

"Detective Reed," RK900's voice broke through his thoughts. "There has been a new development. We've received a report about a potential lead connected to 'The Architect.' It's related to another abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Fowler wants us to investigate."

Gavin glanced up at RK900, trying to keep his voice steady. "Right... seems the guy has a thing for these. Let's go check it out."

As they headed out to the car, Gavin couldn't help but notice the way RK900 moved—fluid, precise, almost too perfect. It was as if every step, every movement was calculated. And yet, there was something else there, something that hinted at a deeper layer beneath the surface.

The drive to the warehouse was tense, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Gavin could feel his pulse quicken every time RK900's gaze flicked in his direction, even if it was just for a moment. The silence in the car was heavy, filled with the weight of everything they weren't saying.

When they arrived at the warehouse, the place was as desolate as expected. The structure loomed ahead, an eerie reminder of the countless places they had already searched in their pursuit of 'The Architect.' Gavin stepped out of the car, his hand instinctively resting on the grip of his gun.

"Stay close," Gavin said, his voice a bit rougher than he intended.

RK900 nodded, his LED a steady blue as he scanned the surroundings. "Understood, Detective. I will take point."

They entered the warehouse, the musty smell of damp wood and rusted metal filling the air. The interior was a maze of old equipment and forgotten debris, a labyrinth of shadows and echoes. Gavin's senses were on high alert as it looked quite a lot like the other one that burnt down, but smaller, every creak and groan of the old building setting his nerves on edge.

As they moved deeper into the warehouse, RK900 suddenly stopped, his gaze focused on a particular area in the corner. "Detective, I'm detecting residual traces of thirium in this vicinity. It's faint, but it's there."

Gavin followed RK900's lead, crouching down to inspect the area. "Could be from one of the suspects who escaped last time… or it could be a setup."

"Either way, we should proceed with caution," RK900 advised his voice low and measured.

They continued their search, the tension between them only growing as they delved deeper into the warehouse. Every so often, Gavin would catch himself glancing at RK900, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't fully control. The way the android moved, the way he spoke—everything about him seemed designed to draw Gavin in, and it was starting to get under his skin.

As they reached the far end of the warehouse, they found a small office that had been partially destroyed by fire. The walls were charred, and the furniture was nothing more than blackened husks. But there was something on the floor—a metallic object, partially melted but still recognizable.

Gavin picked it up, examining it closely. "It's a badge. Looks like it belonged to one of the suspects. Could be a clue."

"Or it could be a trap," RK900 said, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger.

Before Gavin could respond, RK900 stepped closer, his body brushing against Gavin's as he reached out to take the badge from his hand. The contact was brief, but it sent a jolt through Gavin's system, a shockwave of sensation that he hadn't expected.

Gavin tried to ignore the way his heart rate spiked, but it was impossible. The proximity, the warmth of RK900's body so close to his—it was all too much. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, torn between the need to focus on the case and the inexplicable desire that was building within him.

RK900, however, seemed completely unaffected, his focus solely on the task at hand. But beneath the surface, he too was struggling with the sensations that Gavin's presence elicited. His programming was designed to prioritize the mission, to remain objective and detached. But ever since that night, something had shifted. He found himself drawn to Gavin in a way that defied logic, a pull that he couldn't quite understand but was increasingly eager to explore. And with Gavin's body scans showing his heart rate and body heat rising... it was even more difficult to concentrate on the work at hand.

"Detective," RK900 said, his voice steady as he handed the badge back to Gavin. "We should take this back to the precinct for analysis. It could lead us to more information on 'The Architect.'"

Gavin nodded, trying to regain his composure. "Right. Let's head back."

As they made their way out of the warehouse, the tension between them was almost so huge it could be spotted without glasses. Gavin could feel his skin tingling every time RK900's hand brushed against his or when the android leaned in a little too close to speak to him. It was driving him insane, this constant push and pull of emotions that he couldn't fully control... and understand.

Back at the precinct, they handed over the badge to the forensics team, hoping it would yield some new information. The rest of the day was spent going over the data they had already collected, trying to piece together the puzzle that was 'The Architect.'

But no matter how hard Gavin tried to focus on the case, his thoughts kept drifting back to RK900. The memory of that night that he had no memories even though he had a feeling he should... that something important was forgotten—it was all he could think about. He was on edge, his nerves frayed from the constant tension that hung between them.

As the day wore on, the precinct slowly emptied out, leaving just a few officers and detectives working late. Gavin was still at his desk, going over the files one more time when he felt a presence behind him. He looked up to see RK900 standing there, his expression as unreadable as ever.

"Detective, it's late. You should rest," RK900 said, his voice calm and measured.

Gavin sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, I know. Just... trying to organise this sh*t."

RK900 stepped closer, his presence almost overwhelming in the quiet of the precinct. "You're exhausted, Gavin. Pushing yourself too hard won't help the investigation."

Gavin looked up at him, the use of his first name sending a shiver down his spine. RK900's eyes were locked onto his, the intensity in his gaze making Gavin's breath catch in his throat.

"You're right," Gavin finally said trying to get away from those eyes, his voice softer than before. "I need to get some sleep."

RK900 nodded, but he didn't move away. Instead, he seemed to study Gavin for a moment, as if trying to decipher something hidden beneath the surface. The silence between them stretched on, heavy with unspoken tension.

Finally, Gavin couldn't take it anymore. He stood up abruptly, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. "See you tomorrow, RK."

"Goodnight, Gavin," RK900 replied, his voice low and almost... intimate.

As Gavin walked out of the precinct, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them. Nor could he ignore that he was almost sure that RK licked his lips when he wished him a good night. The tension, the attraction—whatever it was, it was only getting stronger. And he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it at bay. Maybe he should just go somewhere to get laid. Probably that's it... it's just that...

But for now, all he could do was focus on the case. They were getting closer to finding 'The Architect,' and that was the only thing that mattered. At least, that's what he kept telling himself as he drove home, his mind racing with thoughts of the case, but every time RK900 appeared in them.

And as RK900 watched Gavin leave, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation. The connection between them was undeniable, a force that was drawing them together in ways that defied his programming. He knew that he wanted more—to explore this new territory, to understand the 'errors' that were beginning to take root within him.

But for now, all he could do was wait. Wait and see where this path would lead them, both in the investigation and in the uncharted territory of their human-android partnership. And he was ready to follow that path, no matter where it might lead.