December 5th- Sometimes, You Have to See for Yourself by Shell007

Today’s my last day off recovering from an injury. Starsky is at work and I’m looking forward to our weekend together. I answer my phone as I unpack my shopping.

“Hutch?” Noises from the hospital scream over Dobey’s voice.

“Is he okay?” Instant fear hit me hard.

“His…he’ll be okay.” Dobey’s hesitation caught my attention. “We couldn’t contact you, but he’s better now.”

Better now, echoed in my head. “What happened…how bad?”

“He was caught in an explosion and ran back in to rescue a victim. Mild concussion and smoke inhalation,” Dobey explained. “He was confused at first, but they’ve agreed to discharge him as long as he won’t be alone.” Continue reading “December 5th- Sometimes, You Have to See for Yourself by Shell007”

December 2nd- Pardon My French by Dawnwind

Starsky tipped back his bottle of Corona, savoring the cold beer going down his throat. Beside him, Hutch watched him with a fond grin, as if simply savoring the fact that they had the evening off, had eaten some fine steaks at Huggy’s cousin’s Bull on a Grill, and now were sitting oh-so-close in the back booth at the Pits.

The place was hopping, a few couples dancing between the closely placed tables and bumping into the pool table. Luckily, no one was currently wielding a pool cue. Two women in short-short hot pants leaned against the juke box, feeding it dimes whenever they located a song they liked. Continue reading “December 2nd- Pardon My French by Dawnwind”