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"John!"
John's head whipped around to stare wide-eyed at his android partner, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere three feet behind him.
"Dorian? What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you, man." Dorian had his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, casual as could be, as if he hadn't just given John the fright of his life. "Captain Maldonado needs you to come in, there's a mandatory briefing for all officers."
John's brows furrowed. "Since when did you deliver messages for Maldonado?"
"Since now, because you weren't answering your radio and she knew you wouldn't listen to an MX."
"She's right, I wouldn't." John waved down the server. "Check, please."
They brought the scanner over and John flashed his bitstick over the screen.
"Thanks, John. See you soon."
"Yeah, you too Kay."
Tucking the stick back into his pocket, John swung his jacket over his shoulders and fell into step beside Dorian. "I didn't get any radio messages; there must be something wrong with the network. I'll get Rudy to have a look at it."
"You left it in your car, man."
"Did I? Could have sworn I took it with-"
Dorian had it in his outstretched hand before John could finish his sentence, a cocky smile on his face.
At this point they had reached his cruiser, and John just sighed. "Just stick it back in the cup holder when you get in."
They drove in silence for a few minutes before John spoke. "How did you know where I was, anyway? I had my locator chip disabled when I'm off duty," he questioned.
Dorian stayed silent.
"Oh, quiet mode. Really?" he scoffed. "What, did you get me implanted with another chip?"
"Of course not, that would be rude. I noticed that you frequent this establishment on the second Thursday of every month and thought it would be the best bet for locating you."
"The second Thursday of every month," John repeated slowly. "Do you have my entire schedule in that head of yours?"
Dorian answered with a light "no" before he tilted his head briefly in acknowledgement. "But I do have a record of your bank transactions from which I drew my own conclusions."
The car swerved. The van behind them honked twice and the driver to their left shot John an unimpressed side-eye.
"How in the hell did you get my bank details?"
He turned slowly to look at John. "You keep your passwords in a folder on your work terminal."
"A hidden folder," John corrected adamantly. "It's in a subfolder on the second page. No one ever looks in there!"
"I did."
"Yeah, because you are insufferably nosy." John shifted slightly in the driver's seat, looking beyond annoyed. "Besides, it's password protected."
"John, your password is password123."
"It's called reverse psychology, Dorian. Ever heard of it?"
"No, it's called being an idiot."
"Reverse psychology. People would assume that a detective, such as myself, would never have a password as simple as password, which is what makes it the perfect password."
"I'm not so sure about that, John. You could have at least included a special character," Dorian deadpanned. "Would you like me to set up a cyber security workshop with Rudy for you?"
"No." John levelled a glare at Dorian. His stare only became harder when he noticed his partner fighting to suppress a smirk.
"I can do it right now, no need to wait."
"No, I do not want or need any sessions with Rudy, got it? Now shush."
"Yes detective, of course detective, sorry detective."
Dorian kept his gaze pointed straight forward but John could tell he wasn't about to drop the subject entirely.
"But are you absolutely sure?"
"Yes. Positively."
"I could ask for Detective Stahl to be included as well? Maybe you'll finally ask her out."
"Still no."
Dorian gave up hiding his grin. "You hesitated."
"Did not."
"Yes you did."
"No. I did not."