Serve & Protect

Chapter 2- can't outrun the past

Trigger warning- Implied reference to past SA (not in detail just hinted at)

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The following morning, you slept straight through your alarm after sitting up awake most of the night thinking about that voice message.

How did Hank find your new number? How did he even know you moved to Hawkins in the first place?

There was no time to worry about that now. That was all a problem for later because you were running extremely late, and the Chief was meant to pick you up any minute.

You had the quickest shower of your life, the water barely turning warm before you were finished. You were changing into your uniform when Hopper honked the horn from out the front.

Grabbing your patrol bag and keys, you spared a glance at the voice machine before rushing out the front door and getting in the car. Hopper remained silent but raised his eyebrows as he looked you up and down.

You knew your hair was a mess, your shirt only half buttoned up, exposing your white tank top underneath and you hadn't even put on your duty belt yet, it was still in your bag.

"Whatever you're going to say don't." You said, glaring at him as Hopper raised his hands in defence.

You pulled down the sun visor and looked at yourself in the small mirror and yep, your hair was a mess. With a sigh, you buttoned up your shirt before you started doing your hair, running your fingers through it to get the knots out.

"You sleep through your alarm or something? I haven't seen you look so-"

"Choose your words carefully." You warned.

"I can't finish that sentence without you hitting me." He answered causing you to chuckle as he turned the car onto the road and began to drive, sparing a quick glance at you. "You okay though?"

"Yeah, just slept straight through my alarm because someone had me walking through pumpkin fields until midnight."

Hopper snorted softly, "who would do that? That's awful."

That had you laughing as you finished your hair but didn't get a chance to say anything before the car radio went off.

"Chief, you on channel?" Flo's voice called out.

You glanced over at Hopper just as he reached for the car radio, bringing it to his mouth.

"Affirmative. What you got?"

"Mrs. O'Neil keeps calling. Says her neighbours are playing loud music and won't turn it down."

You sighed, not wanting to deal with a stupid noise complaint at the moment. All you wanted to do was go back to the station and sleep behind your desk until the end of shift.

"Roger that. We'll make our way." Hopper replied, putting the radio down and turning the car around. "10 bucks says the music isn't even loud."

"I'll take that bet."

Before you knew it, you were climbing out the Chevy and walking up the driveway to the so called 'party house' but even before you reached the house, you could hear the music blasting from inside.

You glanced over at Hopper beside you with a grin, "I think you owe me 10 bucks."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's get this over with." He sighed as you stepped up to the front door and pressed the doorbell.

The two of you waited for nearly a minute before you pressed the doorbell again, but still no answer.

Hopper stepped forward and pounded his fist against the wooden door with a loud bang which seemed to do the trick because a few seconds later the door swung open, and the music got significantly louder.