Transferring from the NYPD to Hawkins PD had been drastic. You went from getting paid as a detective working homicide in the big city to working in a small country town as a Deputy on half the wage.
Your co-workers at Hawkins thought you were crazy for it, but they didn't know why you moved. They didn't know the reason behind the sudden shift across the country and you sure as hell weren't going to tell them.
It wasn't all bad though.
You and Hopper used to be partners back in New York in the homicide unit, until he moved away after his daughter died. It sucked when he left town, but you understood why he left, especially after him and his wife got divorced.
However, that understanding didn't make it any easier without him, especially when the boss introduced you to your new work partner a week later and he was a total dick.
"Have I ever told you guys about how much I hate paperwork?" Officer Callahan asked, looking over at you and Officer Powell across the room.
"I think you've said it nearly every day since I started working here." You answered, rubbing your face with your hands trying to wake yourself up as you stared down at the stack of files on your desk.
He was right though, paperwork did suck.
"Try every day for the last three years. It gets annoying, trust me." Powell mumbled, his head down busy working.
Callahan rolled his eyes, and you covered up your laugh with a cough while looking between the two men in amusement.
It had been a couple of weeks since you first stepped foot in Hawkins after leaving the busy city streets of New York behind. You had expected to feel like an outcast at the station. The other officers had all grown up together in this small town. Some had even been in the same courses at the Police Academy. They all had chemistry and strong connections to one another, and they were all men.
From experience, male Police Officers tended to dislike female colleagues, however, your new fellow Deputies had welcomed you with open arms. They were all friendly and treated you like an equal which was more than what any of your old work colleagues had done back in New York.
It shouldn't have been a surprise though because Jim Hopper wouldn't let any discrimination or hate slide when it came to you.
He had your back in New York and stood up for you when no one else would. Even after all these years, nothing had changed.
The Chief had put you on the same shift rotation as Powell and Callahan since your first day. The two Deputies had taken you under their wing without hesitation.
Calvin Powell was an older yet brilliant deputy. He was stern and tough when it came to the law, and was serious about his job, but was always up for a good laugh. He had taught you a lot in your short time with Hawkins PD and was always happy to answer any questions you had.
Phil Callahan was the exact opposite.
He was the jokester of the station and although he was always cracking jokes and acting some would say, childish, he was a damn good deputy. He was constantly the first one out the door whenever a job came up and was always ready to help with anything.
"This isn't a laughing matter, Jim. This is serious."
You looked up from your paperwork at the unfamiliar voice to find Hopper walking into the station followed by a balding guy with a beard who you had never seen before.
Hopper groaned dramatically at the stranger's words and hung his coat up on the rack by the front door.
Well, whoever that guy was, the Chief did not like him.
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Serve & Protect
FanfictionYou moved to the small quiet town of Hawkins after abruptly transferring from the NYPD and reunite with your old partner, Jim Hopper. However, Hawkins isn't as quiet as it seems, and your past catches up with you.
