Title: Face in the shade.

Notes: Written for pure entertainment. My first Starsky and Hutch Fan Fic. and My first attempt at first person. The idea came when I watching the ep "Gillian" and noticed something in starsky's Kitchen.


When will I learn to never ask my partner questions, well the rhetorical kind or the ones I really don't want to know the answer for. Especially when it comes to understanding who my Partner and overall best friend Dave Starsky is and how he thinks. Though I am really not sure I want to understand how he thinks. Because if I do then that would mean very possibly I have gone off the deep end myself.

So I was reminded of this lesson earlier tonight, when I was over at his place watching some movie marathon. Don't ask what the movies were or how I even got roped into sitting up all night watching them. Though if I think about it the reasons why most likely pointed to Starsky, he is a champion when it comes to pulling me into whatever he is doing at the given moment though I really don't mind.

Anyway one of the many movies was coming to a close and I went to the kitchen to get another beer. As I was opening the fridge I had this feeling someone was watching me. I turned to the left but there was nothing except the window with the shade pulled halfway down. That is when I saw it.

"Um Starsk, can you come here" I called over my shoulder but still looking at the shade.

"What …you see a spider or something and want me ta kill it"

I rolled my eyes "No. Will you just come here?"

"Fine" I heard him huff and make his way into the kitchen

"What's this" I asked pointing to the window shade.

"It's a window shade," he shrugged crossing the small space and leaning agains the refridgerator door which I had left open. "Ya know those things people use to cover the window to keep prying eyes out. A great invention really did you….."

I tried unsuccessfully to cut him off before he continued on with whatever trivia he had only to have success between the information of the year window shades were invented and the many uses other that window dressing.

"Starsk!"

"What"

"I wasn't asking about the window shade. But what is on the window shade"

"It's a face" My partner shrugged and leaned around the door snagging a beer from the fridge before closing the door.

I ran a hand over my face "I see it is a face but why is it on your window shade"

"I was bored"

"You were bored?"

"Yeah, you see I was talking to ma, and you know how she can just ramble…"

"Yes" I thought to myself "I know what you mean. The apple does not fall far from the tree in that area buddy." I smiled and continued to listen.

"Anyway, there I was listening to my mom go on about Aunt Suzy, and I was staring out the window, when I noticed all these wrinkles in the shade. And I traced a few with my finger and noticed a pattern. So I picked up a pen and wallaaa. I piece of art."

"Wallaa?"

"A piece of art" He smiled then left the kitchen.

"He was bored" I muttered shaking my head as I looked at his retreating form then back at the "piece of art " as he called it. Only Starsky could find something out of nothing, I sighed following my friend back to the living room. God help me if I ever fully understand him, because like I said before it would mean I have lost it. Then again maybe he is the sane one and the rest of us the Looneys.