December 6th: Good Time Charlie’s Got the Blues by Monica Rose Kiesel

This story is dedicated to Nancy Roots for inspiring it.

Starsky had seemed his usual self when Hutch walked into the squad room that morning. He’d told Hutch three bad jokes — two of them he’d told him just the week before; he’d told Minnie she looked smokin’; he assured Dobey that his new diet was working because he looked like he’d lost at least five pounds (he didn’t); and he paid Hutch the ten dollars he owed him without even being asked.

Hutch hadn’t asked why he was in such a good mood; one thing he’d learned being a cop was that while good things — good luck, good times, good weather, good moods — never lasted, questioning them could kill any of them on the spot.

Still, his partner was naturally upbeat, so Hutch didn’t think he’d been unreasonable to expect his cheeriness to make it through to lunch. Continue reading “December 6th: Good Time Charlie’s Got the Blues by Monica Rose Kiesel”

December 22nd: Christmas Surprises by DPPatricks

1975

“How’d you manage this, Hutch? How’d you get ‘em to let me go? Yesterday, the doc said I’d have to stay a couple more days.”

“You know how hospitals are at Christmas, Starsk.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Well, I do, now. They like to let as many patients as possible go home, at least for the day. It gives some of the staff a bit of time to spend with their own families.”

“Okay. That makes sense. Are you tellin’ me I gotta go back, though?”

“We’ll see. This morning, before I checked you out, your doctor told me that, if you don’t overdo things today and tomorrow, he may let you begin your out-patient therapy earlier than anticipated. He’s really amazed at your progress this past week. He’s calling you his miracle patient.”

“I keep tellin’ ya, Gene Autry got shot in the shoulder all the time.” Continue reading “December 22nd: Christmas Surprises by DPPatricks”