He was nervous--stomach aquiver, hands shaking; and determined--smile in place... He stopped outside the squadroom, staring through the glass doors...
"You takin' tickets or somethin'?"
He whirled, coming face-to-face with a pair of impatient blue eyes. "Oh, no...I...I'm sorry." He stepped away from the doors, and the dark-haired man brushed past him, an exasperated look on his face.
"You'll have to excuse him. Had a bad night. Can I help you? I'm Sgt. Hutchinson."
He looked into another pair of blue eyes, lighter than the first and much friendlier. Hutchinson? He glanced through the glass again, finding the other man seated on the far end of one table... Starsky? Starsky and Hutch-- He beamed at the blond cop and extended his hand. "Richard Ashley, new man."
Hutchinson's handshake was firm and welcoming. "Glad to meet you. First day?"
Rated: Not Rated
Warnings: Author Chooses Not to Use Archive Warnings
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Complete?: Yes - Published: 05/22/2011 - Last Updated: 05/22/2011