For the most part, the loudest sounds in the precinct were the frustrated pounding on a keyboard as he fumbled his ass through a report. As much as he genuinely enjoyed his career choices, paperwork seemed to be the bane of Gavin Reed's existence. Putting things into words had never been his strong point, though writing them out did give him the luxury of fixing his errors.

He was so engrossed in trying to remember one goddamn word that he didn't register the presence of someone else beside his desk. "Having fun?"

"--FUCKIN' BLOODY SHITBALLS!!!" With a spectacular flinching motion, Reed damn near fell out of his chair. Hand at his chest, he glared terribly at Hank while he tried to calm down again, panting. "... the fuck, Hank?! Don't sneak up on a guy like that! Oh my fucking God I think I shat my heart out..."

The lieutenant just snorted, shooting his partner a glance. Connor stood beside the human, intentionally blocking Reed's view behind them. "You looked like you needed some excitement, so I stopped by. How's the paperwork going?"

"I'd rather gargle liquid nitrogen," the detective replied, finally dropping his hand from over his racing heart. "You know as well as anyone else I'm shit at this stuff." Noting the RK800 at last, Gavin jerked his head up a bit in acknowledgement. "So now I've got both of you here? What's the occasion?"

It was the android who responded. "There's someone we'd like you to meet, Gavin." With his gentle smile, Connor touched the side of his head, LED flashing yellow for a moment.

The sound of heels on the precinct floors preceeded the owner, and admittedly Gavin was sort of curious. But the fact that Connor's indicator went yellow didn't register at first. He sat back, waiting for a few brief seconds before the RK800 stepped aside.

...... what the fuck.

So it was another android, a prototype by the looks of it. He'd certainly never seen one with a short, high collared, pure white jacket. Beneath the coat was a jet black blouse, and a white skirt to match said jacket. The skirt's length didn't seem like something CyberLife would have approved of, but whatever got Connor's rocks off, right? "So you went to Build-A-Bitch Workshop? Good for you. I guess." The longer this female prototype stood there silently, the more he ended up examining the appearance.

....... huh. Even androids have some taste.

[SCANNING VITALS...]

[DATA FOUND, DOWNLOADED TO DATABASE.]

[OBJECTIVE FOUND, INITIATING SECOND PHASE OF DIRECTIVE.]

Taking a small step forward, you held a hand out for the male to shake. "I'm looking forward to working alongside you, Detective Reed. I am a prototype designed and programmed to assist you."

All of the mildly curious feelings dropped like a ton of bricks, his gaze hardening. "No. Absolutely not, fuck you and fuck this whole bullshit! I'm not gonna have some mecha-cunt attached to me the whole fuckin' day!!" Shooting up and onto his feet, Reed spun on his heel and meant to storm away-- but Captain Fowler was standing directly behind him, blocking his way. "--OH COME ON!"

"No way are you worming your way outta this one, Reed," Jeff warned, arms crossed. "You're the only one who hasn't done their duty--"

"WHY SHOULD I?! Everyone else and their bleeding fucking hearts are trying to help these walking air fryers! I'm not gonna stand having a goddamn android for a partner!"

"If you want that promotion so damn bad, you're gonna have this lovely woman as a partner. That's an order, Detective Reed," the Captain replied, voice louder. "You keep complaining about wanting a permanent partner. Connor went out of his way to go to CyberLife and take advantage of the Stepford Program. All for your ungrateful ass, I might add. They let him create this woman specifically to help you, and I'll be damned if you try to refuse! So you can either take her under your wing and work together, or you can hand your badge in right now." His hand was held out. "Your choice."

Mouth working, Gavin turned and shot a nasty look at Connor, then an even nastier one towards you. Then he sat back down in a huff, a vein in his neck visibly throbbing in his rage. There was an ugly splotch of red across his face, jaw clenched hard, and every little motion he made was rough and sudden. Fowler nodded and walked around the desk to hold his hand out to you. "Pleasure to meet you, Captain Fowler," you spoke in a soft tone, the sort designed to calm others, as you shook his hand.

It made Jeff smile a bit, anyway. "The pleasure is mine, miss. I hope you know what it is you're getting yourself into, but if you need to, you can contact me. Were you given a name?"

"I was not, but Connor asked to call me Nove."

"Nove...? .... N--... all right, I'm stumped."

"It's Italian for nine," Reed suddenly spat, head in his hand and refusing to look up from his desk. "Pronounced noh-veh."

[He may be bilingual. The pronunciation was perfect.]

Nodding, Jeff sighed a bit. "Right. Well, I wish you luck, Miss Nove. Welcome to the force."

While the Captain walked away, Hank got to his feet and moved the chair so it was right beside Gavin. "The two of you should get to know each other," he explained, not bothering to hide the shit-eating grin on his face. "You kids play nice," he added, winking at you before retreating to what you understood as his own desk.

As Connor began to follow, he glanced towards you with his vague smile.

[Please be careful.]

You didn't understand the RK800. But he wasn't your concern; you took the seat beside your new partner, sitting in a demure manner with your hands folded in your lap just so. The detective didn't look towards you, glaring at some far-off spot, his jaw still clenching.

The longer the silence wore on, the angrier he seemed. "Detective Reed, if I may--"

"Don't. Talk. Just shut the fuck up, I don't even wanna look at you right now."

Having been given a command at last, you were silent, observing his desk and determining exactly what kind of human Gavin Reed was. You'd been programmed with plenty of information already, but detective work was far more precise; you could physically see the pieces falling into place.

[Bilingual is a possibility. The desk is messy but in an organized way; he does not enjoy cleaning unless absolutely necessary. Trash bin is full, 95% consisting of coffee cups.]

His monitor was still on the report he was trying to work through. There were countless spelling and grammatical errors. So without making a sound, you connected to his desktop via wireless means, quietly fixing all of his mistakes without altering the format.

Six minutes and four seconds passed before Gavin seemed calm enough to hold a conversation without lashing out. He stared intensely at you, and since you'd finished correcting his report, you stared back at him placidly. "... let's get one thing straight," he muttered, the glare never losing its loathing, "I don't want you in my way. In fact, I don't want you, period. I don't care how advanced you are. I don't care how many programs you have, or how many languages you can speak, or whatever you think you know about me. I'd shove you down the garbage disposal in my kitchen sink if I could. You are fucking u--"

"Everything all right over here?" The lieutenant's gruff voice cut through the hateful rant. He gave Reed a healthy glare of his own. "I hope you realize that she's more than just your partner here, Gav."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means she's living with you."

The detective's enraged scream was muffled by his arms as he buried his face into them. Hank laid a hand on your shoulder for some reason. "If you need us, get a hold of the kid," he murmured, jerking a thumb towards the RK800. "He told me what you're capable of, but... just in case."

You shook your head. "Thank you, Lieutenant, but I can take it from here. This is my primary function."

"Your primary fucking function is to give me a goddamn aneurysm?!" Gavin seemed to have lost control of his volume, his face beet-red as he screamed at you, inches from your face. You didn't flinch.

"My primary function is you, Detective. I am built to assist you in all aspects. These are your initials, after all," you added, gesturing to the model number on your jacket: RG900.

Running his hands through his hair, Reed was teetering on the edge of a meltdown. "I didn't fucking ask for this...!!" Pointing at Connor, he got to his feet. "YOU. YOU'RE THE COCKSUCKER THAT DID THIS."

Hank started to approach the shorter human, probably to preserve his partner's functions, but you were swift to get in front of Reed and gently push him backwards, away from the other android.

Gavin did NOT like that and violently shoved at you, gritting his teeth. "Don't fucking touch me, bitch."

"Detective Reed, please calm down. Your blood pressure is high to begin with, being so--"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

Words were useless, and he needed a shock to his system to bring him back to his senses. The slap across his face was sharp, not overly painful, but enough to stun him into silence. "I am sorry, Detective, but you give me few options. I understand that you do not like androids, and though I do not know why, I have no intention of getting in your way. I want to be useful. You are my primary directive; my sole purpose of functioning," you repeated slowly. "So please allow me to accomplish this sole task, and both of us will benefit."

His hazel eyes were still wide, hand at the cheek you'd struck. There was an 82% probability he might retaliate physically. But either the slap had done what it needed to, or having all eyes on him had quelled his fury, Gavin turned and sat back down in his chair.

What the fuck is happening in my life? Yesterday I was fuckin' fine. Now I've got some robo-bitch chained to me and she fucking slaps me.

I need to get rid of that thing somehow. Drive her away,  destroy her myself, or pawn her off to someone. I don't know. Maybe Connor will take her.

Cause I sure as fuck don't want her.