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Hopper is sure at least a few kids in Beverly's class are jealous of her right now, given that today is Take Your Kid to Work Day and her parent is a homicide detective. He's willing to bet there are bored kids in offices all across the city, texting their friends with stuff like bev got to go to the cop station! or however they write things out these days, but Hopper knows -- and now Beverly does, too -- something they don't.

Being a detective is pretty damn boring a lot of the time.

It's paperwork, it's sitting around and waiting for calls, it's taking statements and a lot of the time those statements aren't all that exciting either. Right now they're just both at Hopper's desk in precinct three and he's been on the phone for nearly ten minutes with a young woman trying to set a time for her to come in and give a statement for a break and enter, and Hopper is growing more exhausted by the moment.

He looks at Beverly from across the desk and quirks an eyebrow at her, trying to get her to smile before he rolls his eyes at the woman on the phone. They eventually secure a time that works for her and he hangs up, heaving a sigh as he leans back in his chair.

"Is this as exciting as you figure?" he asks, smirking at her.