Don't You Want Me? ✵ Steve Harrington

Chapter 12

Hopper, Joyce, Nancy, Jonathan, and Kim, sat in the chief's office explaining what they had been doing and about the monster they had been trying to find.

"You say blood draws this thing?" Hopped asked, looking down that the enlarged version of the picture Jonathan had taken.

"We don't know," Jonathan sighed.

"It's just a theory," Nancy added, looking down at her hand nervously.

Hopped nodded, handing Jonathan back the picture. "Okay, I want to talk to Henderson, and Henderson only."

The rest of the group left, Nancy shooting Kim and worried look as she left.

"How ya been, Kimberly?" Hopper asked as Kim put her feet up on his desk.

"Well, I was doing pretty damn good until that stupid monster started taking the people I care about," Kim said, pulling a cigarette out of her pocket and stealing Hopper's lighter because she had once again forgotten her's at home.

Hopper sighed and rubbed his temples. "Kid, how do you always manage to get yourself into these situations?"

Kim shrugged, taking a drag from her cigarette and letting the smoke cloud around her head. "I'm just lucky, I guess, Officer Jimmy Jim."

"Don't call me that," Hopper rolled his eyes, forgetting how annoying Kim's nicknames were.

"Copy that, Hoppy," she smirked across the desk at him.

He put his head in his hands in frustration. "I hate you."

A grin spread across her face. "Right back at ya."

He laughed. "I did miss you, kid. I'm glad you stopped getting into trouble, but you really did make it interesting around here."

"Yeah, well with everything going on right now, you don't need me to spice things up anymore," she told him.

He smiled sadly at her, realizing that he had started to think of her as his daughter over the years. "Yeah, I guess-"

The sound of yelling outside the office made Hop and Kim get up, going to investigate the source.

"Ma'am, I need you to calm down," Officer Callahan said.

"What is your name, Deputy?" the middle age woman asked, her voice shrill.

"Well, I'm an officer-" Callahan started to explain.

"Name and badge number, both of you!" the woman yelled, looking at Callahan and Officer Powell.

"What the hell is going on here?" Hopper asked.

"These men are humiliating my son," the woman complained.

"No, no, no. Okay, that's not true," Callahan protested.

"There was some kind of fight, Chief," Officer Powell tried to explain.

"A psychotic child broke my son's arm!" the woman corrected, sounding a bit hysterical.

"A little girl, Chief. A little girl," Callahan said, thinking the woman was being very overdramatic.

"That tone!" the woman yelled, pointing her finger in his face. "Do you hear that tone?"   

Callahan threw his hands up in exasperation. "Honestly, I'm just trying to state a fact. It was a little girl-"

"I don't have time for this," Hop rolled his eyes. "Will you please take a statement and get her out?"

"So what'd this girl look like?" Powell asked the boy with the broken arm.

"She had no hair and she was bleeding from her nose," the young boy started to explain. "Like a freak."

Kim stopped in her tracks, wondering if he was talking about Eleven. She also recognized him as one of the kids who bullied her brother, Troy.

"What did you just say?" Hopper asked, turning around to look at him.

"I said she's a freak!" Troy repeated.

Kim scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's rich coming from someone who got their arm broken by a little girl."

He glared at her, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "What are you, an annoying intern here or something?"

"No, I'm a convict," she said, giving him an insane smile.

"Kim, shut up," Hopper said, walking back over to Troy and his mother. "Her hair. What'd you say about her hair?"

"Her head's shaved," Troy shrugged, not understanding why it was such a big deal to the chief. "She doesn't even look like a girl."

"Yeah, well, you look like a girl, so-" Kim started to insult.

"Kim," Hopper cut her off. "That's enough."

"What? He bullies my brother," Kim justified, still glaring at the younger kid.

"The weird girl, she can," he looked at his mother for reassurance. "She can do things?"

"What kind of things?" Hopper asked him.

"Like make you fly," he said hesitantly. "And piss yourself."

Powell choked on a laugh. "What?"

Hopper held his hand up for him to be quiet. "Was she alone?"

Troy shook his head. "She always hangs out with those losers."

"Losers?" Hop asked, more serious that Kim had ever seen him in her life. "What losers?"

Troy pointed at Kim. "Her nerdy little brother and his friends."

Hop turned to her and whispered. "Do you have any idea where your brother is or who this girl is?"   

Kim thought, trying to decide if it was a good idea to tell Hopper about El or not. "Yeah, I know what he's talking about. But I'm not telling you out here."

"Fine, back to my office and you explain everything to me," Hop said, ushering her back the way they had come. "Don't even think about lying to me, Henderson."