*Author’s note at end.
Starsky watched as Hutch sat down heavily at his desk chair tugging at the tight collar of his dress blue uniform and mumbling something about hives. Throwing his jacket onto the desk, he was shocked to see how red Hutch’s face was. Could he really have hives from that suit? I don’t remember him being allergic to wool. But then it dawned on him. They’d spent the last three mornings on traffic duty and walking a beat, in uniform no less, before logging in for their normal 12-hour shifts. The morning sun had clearly had an effect on his Nordic partner’s skin. Add to that, this afternoon’s assignment as ushers at the Academy graduation. Starsky couldn’t remember the last time either of them had to don their dress blues—nor why they never thought to have them altered in the nearly 10 years since their own graduation.
The traffic duty and usher stints had all come courtesy of Dobey, his punishment when he finally caught them red handed pinning the latest calling cards on the bulletin board. The irony that people would be calling his extension to order donuts was not lost on Dobey, and his tirade could be heard throughout the floor at Metro. The Captain’s star detective team was still laughing about his outburst the first morning of traffic duty, but now they were re-thinking their next practical joke. And the dressing down they’d received from the Commissioner (something about long hair and being a disgrace to the department) in front of the new rookies had soured their moods completely. Continue reading “Day 3: The Overlook Maze by Lilibet”
