(Including the Tumblr prompts: "I'd kill for a cup of coffee...literally" and I'm not going to be sympathetic until you see a doctor.")

After some fun in the shower, a warm breakfast, and dressing in their uniforms, Joyce and Hop loaded the police cruiser to make the journey back into Hawkins. Back to work, back to the boys, back to their real lives. Jim reached across the seat for her hand. "Besides it being really short, and me having to leave, how did you like our honeymoon?"

She squeezed his hand. "I loved it. And I love you."

He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. "I love you more, sweetheart."

She chuckled, looking out the window but still holding his hand. "I don't want to go back to work."

"Me either." He laughed.

He pulled up to the store and Joyce drew in a deep breath. "Back to the real world."

"Back to the real world." He echoed her sentiment. "Have a good day, baby."

She leaned across the cab and pushed his hat back to kiss him. "You too, baby."

He smiled at her as she slid from the truck, straightening her uniform before walking inside.

"I'm so lucky." He said aloud to the empty truck.

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Hopper didn't know who messed up, but someone had to answer for this. He slammed the cabinet closed, rummaging through several others. "Who let us run out of coffee?" He called over his shoulder.

The department fell silent, the men glancing at each other suspiciously. "I'd kill for a cup of coffee...literally." He growled, coming across a bag of decaf and tossing it back in the cabinet. "Callahan, you're first."

The younger man made a noise of protest and Hopper turned around, shooting him a death glare. His head was pounding with the lack of his morning caffeine. And, he hadn't exactly slept much the last few days. He strode across the room to his office and closed the door harder than he intended to.

He was sitting with his head in his hands when there was a light knock on his door. "What?" He growled, shifting through the mountain of paperwork on his desk.

Joyce walked in, still in her work uniform, carrying plastic grocery bags in her arms. "I heard you needed some backup?"

"Flo must've called you." He said with a half smile.

"Said she needed help saving the department from the wrath of Hopper." She smiled, passing him the bags. Inside was a can of coffee and a box of doughnuts. And a fresh pack of smokes.

"You're a godsend, Joyce." He replied, standing to face her.

"Have a better morning, Chief."

He framed her face with his hands and kissed her sweetly. "Now I can."

She glanced at her watch. "I gotta get back to work. I'm on my fifteen."

"Thank you, sweetheart." His hand wandered down to grab her ass.

"I'll see you tonight." She said lowly with a wink.

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Later that night Hop groaned and leaned over the kitchen table at Joyce's house. Her fingers wandered over the muscles of his shoulders. "Now what did you do again?" She asked.

"Lower." He mumbled, his back so tense he could barely stand her touch. "I bent down to grab something and just felt this pull, and I haven't been able to stand up straight sense. It hasn't hurt like this since I played football in high school." He hissed when she pressed into his lower back.

"And why didn't you go to the doctor?"

"It's just a catch. It'll ease up eventually."

"What if you really hurt it? I mean I'd like to think I have a healing touch, but I don't."

Tears welled up behind his eyes as she worked. "I'll ice it and I'll probably be fine by tomorrow."

"I'm not going to be sympathetic until you see a doctor." She warned. "You're the Chief. Not like you can take a few days off for bed rest."

"Not like you can take a few days off stay in bed with me." He said lowly so that the boys in the next room couldn't hear. "I could stand to spend a few days under you."

She popped the back of his head. "You're terrible, Jim Hopper. That's probably why your back's out now. Now, are you going to the emergency room willingly, or am I going to have to drag you?"

"I'm not going. I'll be fine tomorrow."

She pressed in on his lower back, making him yelp.

"You're going to the hospital, James Hopper."