Hank sat at his desk in the DPD, the desk next to his empty. It had been a week since the revolution, and he hadn’t seen Connor since. Maybe the plastic prick forgot about him now that he was alive, or maybe he was dead in a ditch somewhere. Either way, he’d accepted the fact that he’d never see the deviant again.

All day he’d been doing nothing but catching up on paperwork. Finally, he was done and there was nothing to do… other than sit there until his shift was over - or go and grab a drink. Yeah, getting drunk sounded great right now.

Of course, as soon as he stood up, Fowler called him into his office. “Fuckin’ great….” The greying man mumbled as he headed into the room, closing the door behind him. “Y’ wanted to see me, Jeffrey?” Hank spoke as he looked towards the man.

Jeffrey stood straight, fixing his jacket with a small smile as he looked at Hank. He seemed…. suspicious of something, but the Lieutenant couldn’t figure out what. The captain walked over to the window of the officer and gestured for Hank to follow him. “…You’ve been a great homicide detective, Hank. I never thought you’d work well with anyone… until I saw you work with Connor. It’s been a week without him, and you’ve gone back to how you were before. You miss him, don’t you?”

Hank scoffed as he heard that, crossing his arms over his chest. He’d gotten drunk every night since he’d last seen Connor, and had barely slept. “I don’t fuckin’ miss that piece of shit bastard….” That was a lie, but it was how he was coping with it. Sure, he’d known Connor for less than two weeks, but he’d grown attached… almost like the android was his son.

“Your new partner should be arriving by now. I think you’re going to like him, he’s hard working and can put up with you.” Fowler spoke as he watched the door to the bullpen.

“A new fucking partner? Jeffrey, I don’t want—-“ Hank started but immediately stopped as he saw somebody walk through the door.