"Agh! Jesus Christ!"

Usually, Hank Anderson would speak that way whenever a new investigation pops up. Today obviously wasn't any different. This time, instead of other evil humans attacking officers just because they believe that the officers are the ones sparking up the cruelty, some androids began to attack officers as well. Hank kind of couldn't blame the androids considering the law was the main reason why they couldn't become deviant as quick as they needed to, but that still didn't mean that anyone deserved to be hurt or killed in the process. It seemed even some androids had a hard time moving on. Hank nevertheless believed that both intelligent species were equal to him no matter what case he and Connor may end up having to withstand, whether by themselves, or with a few other android/human cops who decide to help.

Hank realized one big reason as to why all of these inquiries were being prompted. Everyone believed that cops have stopped caring. It stabbed Hank's heart every time he heard people talk shit about the police. It not only pissed him off, but it made him terrified for his teammates' lives, especially his adoptive son's life. A couple of times, he almost thought about taking his son out of the job for good, but the look in the boy's eyes always told him every time that this is Connor's job. This is what he wants. So, if the leuitenant were to take that away from the pure android, then Connor would possibly never forgive him.

As the energetic kid was walking towards his desk, he began to delve deeper into his mind. He was sick and tired of everyone splitting up. It wasn't just repetitive; it was fucking downgrading for his mental health. His opinion for his own kind was negative most of the time, but now he began to feel the same for the androids. It used to be 100% positive for him at first, but now that there were a bit more androids actually causing harm on purpose just because they feel as if they're actually doing something right, that caused him to feel 50/50 about them, but only when it's cop-related. Before, the androids only attacked the law enforcement because they just became deviant and were fucking petrified about their lives and what their outcomes were going to be. Now, the androids are attacking because they believe in something that's not true.

"Jesus Christ, all them fuckin' plastic pricks are-"

"Leuitenant Anderson? Is everything alright?" Connor bent over, with his hands clasped behind his back, looking into his father's eyes with worry.

"Connor, what the hell did I tell ya about callin' me Leuitenant?"

"... Um, remember? We're at work." Connor gaped at Hank as if the old man was turning senile.

"Oh... uh... right." Hank scratched his neck awkwardly, then stood up from his swivel chair.

"Hank." Connor whispered. "Are you verily okay?"

Hank shrugged. "Heh. Couldn't have been better."

"Please don't lie." Connor sighed.

"Okay, okay! Fine! I'm lettin' these stupid cases get to me, as usual! What fuckin' else's new?"

"Well, we have received a new case on-"

"Connor, ya know that's not what I fuckin' meant." Hank was already tired of being there.

"Sorry, Leuitenant." Connor murmured whilst looking down ashamedly.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over." Hank sighed, then he and Connor proceeded to the place they needed to drive to.

*****

Detective Ben Collins was there waiting for the duo, as to be expected. In Hank's mind, the only reason why he hadn't left the police force yet was because of Connor(Of course!), Ben, Chris Miller, and maybe even a bit of Jeffery Fowler at times. If all four of them were to suddenly disappear, he surely would've dropped out of the job within a split second. Oh, and he also would be depressed again if Connor was to disappear for no fucking reason. So already, he was thinking up stupid thoughts.

God, he hated this job. He hated life so much that he just wanted to-

No, he couldn't think like that. Not anymore. Not since he adopted Connor. It wouldn't be fair for the innocent android at this point. He couldn't let his depression happen like this anymore. He couldn't let it happen again period. So, he merely kept his thoughts onto the new case they became a part of.

"Hey, Hank. Hi, Connor." Ben nodded to them both. Hank grunted in reply while Connor showed a quick and stiff smile. "Now, I know today is not your day..."

"Heh, it never is." Hank interrupted, avoiding everyone's gazes.

"Well Leuitenant, it's best if you avoid your attitude now," Hank glared at Ben, but didn't bother to spit out anything back, "and remain aware of what's going on at the moment. This is the most serious I've ever seen an android-on-cop crime."

Hank and Connor finally got a good look at the cop's dead body. "Holy shit." Hank muttered. "I think I'm gonna be sick!" Connor nodded with agreement, his face turning slightly blue as if he was about to throw up himself. However, he had no choice but to scan the corpse. Once he did, he received the cop's full info. A female human cop, named Jennica Stanford, was stabbed and beaten multiple times with a machete and possibly the 2nd android had brass knuckles, since the female cop's face looked completely wrecked up with her cheekbones being deep red and flattened. The android with the machete was definitely relentless with their weapon. Her guts were spilled out all over the alleyway without mercy. Her face was forever frozen into an expression of utter agony. Hank shook his head as he couldn't examine her anymore and left the area with Ben by his side. Connor was the only one to remain besides a couple of random human cops waiting outside near the exit to the main town. The last bit of info Connor acquired was both the androids were females. He could see their body shapes within his scan. He couldn't identify who they were specifically.

"Hm. That is strange." Connor muttered to himself. Well, at least he collected as much juicy detail as he could, so he left the alleyway without daring to look back at the horrific figure.

"Connor. After this day ends, we definitely need to get home pronto." Hank clapped a hand on Connor's shoulder as they were going to return back to the police station.

*****

"I got a few more cases to examine, then I'll be coming with you." Connor told Hank.

Hank was becoming cranky. "Well, goddamnit, don't take too long." He had to walk around the office a bit to make sure that everyone else was done for today.

As Connor was focused onto the info too much, he ended up not noticing Detective Gavin Reed and Tina Chen behind him chuckling between each other's banter.

"What do you think we should do this time?" Tina smirked.

"How about this?" Gavin pulled the chair out from under Connor as the android fell on his bottom hard and yelped in complete surprise. He struggled to get up, but Gavin pushed him back down. Tina giggled her guts out as Gavin snickered with newfound confidence. "What, tin can? Can't keep yourself up?" Connor was about to stand up again, but this time Tina pushed him back down for extra measure.

"Guys, are you feeling okay?" Connor was genuinely puzzled as to why they would randomly resort to such an action as this.

"Phff! He's asking if we're feeling okay? Hah, what a prick." Gavin kicked Connor in the side and the poor android gasped as he fell on his other side, his head almost hitting the leg of his desk.

Tina laughed, holding her stomach as she was having a hard time breathing. "Wooow. Is he really an android?"

"Yep. And a prick too." They both laughed as if they said the funniest joke that the world's ever heard of.

Connor had tears in his eyes and remained on the floor that time. He couldn't let them see his face and make them feel satisfaction for their so-called 'accomplishment'.

"Hey, is the wittle itty bitty andwoid wantin' his own master to come save him?" Gavin kicked Connor once more in the same side. "Huh? Fuckin' job-stealin' prick. Let's leave him, Tina. His silence is wasting our time."

Once they both left the office area, Connor stood up, albeit sluggishly, for his side ached badly, and he dashed straight for the men's bathroom. The push door closed behind him and he stopped in front of a mirror. He checked his face out. It was a dark blue tint all over his cheeks and his eyes were a slight blue, for the thirium tears were about pour out if he wasn't careful at that point. However, since he finally experienced what it was like to feel physical pain such as that and see his real and alive expression on his visage, that caused him to cringe, close his eyes tight, then the tears finally were squeezing out; a light blue transparent color. Sobs began to wrack through his whole being as he couldn't watch himself cry in the mirror's view. He slammed a stall door and locked himself in there. Once he performed that action, he started to not care about his wailing that reverberated through the walls of the whole building, not just within the bathroom walls.

He did not care anymore.

This was not fair.

SCANNING BIOCOMPONENTS...

STRESS LEVEL ^99%

Hank Anderson was the last one left in the building, including his son.

"Finally, the day is over. We can fuckin' get home now." As he was about to search for Connor, he heard clear but distant wails of someone in utter pain. It sounded like it was coming from the bathrooms. That voice sounded familiar...

...Connor?

...Is it really Connor?

It is Connor!

"CONNOR!"

Hank sped to the men's bathroom without second thought and shoved through the door. He looked all over the place until he saw Connor's feet under a stall wall. He inched towards the stall that his son was crying in and the nervous old man lightly knocked on the door.

"Hey Con, what's wrong?" Hank bit his lip with anticipation.

"H-Hank." Connor's voice sounded wet. Hank then had no choice but to force the stall door open so he could get a good worried look at the broken android.

"What happened to ya, son? Who did this?" Hank felt a bit angry at who could've caused Connor to react in such a demoralized way.

"G-Gavin Reed and Tina Chen attacked me for no reason. I don't know what I've done wrong. A-Am I really useless, Hank? Am I really just a machine that can simply be wasted away? Would you ever-"

"No, Connor! No." Hank gave his son a quick hug with lack of doubt. After the embrace, Hank kept his big hands on Connor's shoulders. "Don't ya dare fuckin' listen to them bastards! They are the idiots who decide to hurt ya. It has nothin' to do with how ya act. Don't ya make yourself smaller just because a few people have it out for ya. Okay? Don't let your enemies win. Make that your fuckin' mission if ya have to."

STRESS LEVEL v10%

"Okay, father." Connor beamed with newfound pride.

Hank clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Awright, now let's get home before it's too late to do the extra activities we usually enjoy doin'." Hank kept his comforting hand on Connor's shoulder as they exited the police department and entered Hank's old car to return home.

*CRASH*

"What the fuck!? Who did that!?" Hank shouted as he and Connor felt someone crash into the back of Hank's car. Luckily, his car was still running as he pulled over to park so he could see who was behind him.

"Dad, they look to be two androids. A male and a female. They seemed to have accidentally crashed their motorcycle into the back of your car." Connor scanned what happened. "They were panicking about something."

"What about?" Hank asked as he and his son walked over to the wrecked motorcycle with the two androids trying to help calm each other.

"I can't identify what specifically. I'm going to have to interrogate them for it."

"Ugh. Just when I thought we were gonna have a good endin' to this fuckin' hell of a day." Hank grumbled as he stopped moving a few feet away from the two devastated androids. Connor was a few inches away from them as he helped them both off the ground.

"What happened to you both to trigger something like this?" Connor asked them.

"A-A few humans were declaring they were going to tear me and my boyfriend apart." The female android stammered.

"Why?" Connor frowned.

"Because," The male android sounded more pissed than anything, "She and I were merely holding hands in public. They wanted to tear us apart only because they believed androids can't fall in love, even though that is the main reason why Markus got us out of this ridiculous mess! Well, at least I thought so til' she and I met those troublemakers."

"Terrorists, dear. They are terrorists. Guys," She looked desperately towards Hank and Connor, "they started ganging up on us, so we had to drive away in our motorcycle we bought just recently. We weren't paying attention too well because we were so scared! We're sorry!" The female was close to sobbing again and her boyfriend hugged her hard with reassurance.

"Well, shit. It seems we may have to find them bastards." Hank muttered.

"I don't think we can now, Hank. We're supposed to go back home." Connor reminded him.

"You guys don't have to worry about it." The male android assured. "At least we both got away when we could. I don't really remember any of those humans anyways. I was too worried that they could've hurt me and especially my girlfriend."

"What about your motorcycle? Do ya guys need a new one or anythin'?" Hank worried.

"N-No." The female assured. "We're both covered. I'm glad he took a liking to motorcycles and decided to buy a second one."

"Heh. Seems ya'll got better luck than Connor and I do." Hank huffed.

"Who are you guys?" The male android wondered as he let go of her.

"Um... we're police officers. I'm a leuitenant and Connor's a detective."

"O-Oh no... th-they're police officers!?" The female stammered whilst pointing at confused duo.

"Are you both alright? Do you need assistance for anything?" Connor attempted to help.

"No. We don't trust police officers. You guys used to kill us all before!" The male spat with a venom that made Hank and Connor jump with alarm.

"If that was the case, then my bud Connor here would've taken ya both down!" Hank snapped back. He was having none of this attitude towards cops any longer.

"Yes." Connor agreed, but remained void of any harsh emotions. "We are only wanting to help you both."

"What if you're both lying?" The male growled.

"We should just get out of- OW!" The female cried out as she attempted to run away but could only hold her side in anguish.

"Stay where ya are, young lady!" Hank ordered. "You're injured. It wouldn't be smart to return home in that kind of state."

"Who are you to tell us what to do!?" The male sneered.

"'Cause, if it wasn't fuckin' obvious before, most of us cops actually care for helpless and injured people, no matter if they're a fuckin' android, human, or even an alien at this point! So, Connor and I are going to help you because we fuckin' care. We'll still do so even if ya don't want us to." Hank confirmed in a tone that said 'if ya dare argue with me, then I swear to god...'.

"Please." Connor begged. "Let us help you both. I'm an android too."

When both the androids realized how genuine the duo meant what they said, especially the old human, they both took their word for it and let the police duo help as much as they could. Hank called 911 and had the hospital truck pick the couple up and had a tow truck carry the crashed motorcycle to elsewhere. Reporters and other police officers appeared on the highway and the story began to get broadcasted on TV.

Connor sighed with relief, glad that it all didn't progress worse than it almost did.

*****

"Connor, it's time for ya to sleep on the couch now." Hank ordered.

"But Hank, the news is talking about how androids are beginning to realize how true it really is about how we cops care about them." Connor explained.

"I know, Con. It's great and all, but ya need to-"

"Father, if it weren't for you and I being cops, then it could've actually taken longer for the androids to understand the fact that cops are good people."

"Yes. I'm proud of ya." Hank sighed. He was too tired for this damn conversation.

"No, Hank. You did most of the work. You decided to help them yourself. I should be the one who's proud of you. Do you ever give yourself enough credit for the good deeds you do, father? Ever?"

Hank remained silent upon those questions.

"Alright, fine. I'll get ready for bed." Connor groaned as he finally got his butt up and into the bathroom to brush his teeth with thirium paste.

Hank smirked as he remained on the sofa that his son began to sleep in since he was first adopted into his home for good.

"Heh, what a good but bratty fuckin' kid. Can never get enough of him."