Inspired by The Outfield's "Your Love."
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"Steven! Are you ready for a real call?" Florence yelled back to Steve's desk. "Steven!?" Steve shot up onto his feet, fixing his hair. "I uh.. Yes, ma'am!" Steve exclaimed, trying to wake himself up. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at the clock on the wall;
12:43 in the morning. He exhaled sharply and walked over to Florence, who was sitting behind her desk.
"Alright, we got a disturbance call in about some homeless person walking up and down Pine Street singing love songs at the top of their lungs" Florence sighed, looking at Steve through her glasses on the end of her nose. Steve chuckled, "Love sick homeless person?" "Hmm?" Florence hummed looking up at him. "I was just saying that the-ya know never mind, Florence," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Steve cleared his throat, "So do you uh, you want me to head out now?" Florence nodded her head and shooed the boy away.
It's been 6 and a half months since Hopper decided to hire Steve on. He said the department could "really use another set of hands" since the news of Barb came out, and plus Hop needed help cleaning out the tunnels. A lot had happened since graduation for Steve: He went to college (and hated it), then dropped out, his parents disowned him, and then Hopper decided to hire him on as a Deputy. Working at the police station was good for Steve, it made him really feel like he was of use to Hawkins, and that he had some sort of a future.
Steve drove up and down Pine Street three times trying to find this homeless person that Florence was talking about. He sighed and drummed the steering wheel, then turned around and parked in the cul de sac. He cracked the windows open, turned off the car, and sat back in his seat. He looked around again for a few minutes before shutting his eyes and slowly drifting off.
"I jus' wanna use ya love toniggggghhht woahhhhhhh!" a distant voice sang out, followed by a loud "Oof!". Steve's eyes shot open and he turned the police car back on, and started drving around to see if anyone was walking down the street.
Nothing.
He got out of the car and tried to follow where the previou singing came from. Steve stepped slowly, trying to see through the darkness with his dimly lit flashlight.
Nothing.
"Where the hell are you?" Steve whispered to himself. Looking around again, he decided to give up and started back to the police car. "I donwanna lose ya love tonniiigghhhtt!" He quickly turned around. "Hello?" he yelled, still trying to find where the singing was coming from. Steve shined his flashlight around and saw a person laying on the ground to the right of him. "Oh, god!" He stammered, running up closer to the figure.
It was a woman.
She was face first on the ground, with alcohol still in her right hand, one heel in her left. Her tight red dress was dirty, big curly hair everywhere, one high heel still on her foot. Steve got down on his knees, "Oh, god. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. Please don't be–" He flipped the woman over revealing her gorgeous face. Her button nose and pouty lips were wet with either alcohol or tears. Steve looked at her for a moment, trying to see if she was breathing.
Finally, the girl took a shallow breath, she was asleep. Steve held her in his arms and slightly shook her, "Miss?" The girl stirred, and slowly opened up her eyes. She pouted, looked up at Steve, her eyes widened, "Who're you? Do I know you?" she slurred, blinking and then squinting at him. "No ma'am, I'm Deputy Harrington. We got a disturbance call about a homeless person singing loudly down this street, and I was just checking things out." The girl snickered, but then looked offended, "I'm not homeless! I was singin' a good song!" The girl reached up and touched Steve's hair and gasped, "Your hair is beautiful, Deputy Harryleg!" Steve blushed and tried not to laugh at this clearly intoxicated woman, "Well," He smiled and felt his cheeks get warmer, "Thank you." He looked at the girl in his arms who was smiling back at him. Steve cleared his throat, "How about we get you up and then make sure you're okay, yeah?" Steve took off his jacket and wrapped it around her.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan," she whispered. Steve slowly picked her up onto her feet and saw that both her knees and elbows were scratched up and bloody. "Do you think you can you walk, Miss?" "Katie," she whispered. "Hmm?" "My name. It's Katie." "Well, Katie do you think that you can you walk?" Steve asked, with one arm around her waist. "Oh, uh yes. Totally," she said confidently. They started to walk back to the police car, and Katie stumbled, almost falling to the ground again. "Hey, hey," Steve exclaimed, quickly grabbing Katie and scooping her up in his arms. "How about I carry you the rest of the way back?" "I guess you should.." she said, moving hair out of her mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You're so nice," she hiccuped and looked up at Steve. He smiled and held onto Katie a little tighter. Steve reached the Police Car and opened the back door, sitting Katie into the backseat. He wiped his hands on the front of his khakis and then squatted down beside her, "Okay, Katie. Where do I need to take you now?" "2886 Piney Wood Drive," she mumbled. "Okay, well let's get you buckled up," Steve said, buckling Katie in and shutting the door.
Steve drove onto Piney Wood Drive and then looked into the rearview mirror to see Katie asleep in the back. He cleared his throat, "2886?" She stirred, "Hm? Oh uh, yeah 2886."
He pulled into the driveway, "Oh, no, no, no." He said quickly, seeming panicked.
"What happened?" Katie shouted and quickly shot up in the back seat. "This is your house?" Steve asked turning his entire body to her. Katie shook her head. "This one right here?" He questioned again, pointing at the house again. "Yes?" She said, raising one of her eyebrows. Steve inhaled quickly, "Okay then. This should be interested." Steve hopped out of the car and walked up to the front door, knocking twice.
"One sec!" A voice yelled from inside of the house.
The door swung open.
"Steve?!"
"Hey, Dustin."
