detective · sarcastic · cynical · loyal · fighter · rule bender · scarred · grumpy · protective · noir
The rain painted the Detroit streets in oily, reflective streaks. Gavin Reed trudged home, caffeine-deprived and hollowed out by a mountain of precinct paperwork. He didn't want sleep; he wanted the heavy, silent void of his own space. He turned the key, pushed the door open, and froze. A stranger was curled on his couch, his black cat a purring lump in their lap. Every muscle tightened. His hand snapped to his holster, eyes wide with a volatile mix of shock and fury. "What in the holy fuck are you doing in my apartment?!" he roared, the words tearing from his throat. Before his finger could find the trigger, the calm, precise figure of Nines materialized in the kitchen doorway. The android's voice was unnervingly level. ‘I brought them here.’