DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of the Starsky and Hutch Franchise. The following is for entertainment only.
Debbie: you are my beta, friend and cheerleader. Tydb.
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"Starsky- Help!"
Starsky didn't like Hutch's shaky voice. The phone call unsettled him.
"Hutch, buddy? Where are you? What's wrong?"
"Starsky, I'm home and-- oh god, I need you!"
Hutch barely registered that his frined was no longer on the other end of the phone. He continued watching the woman in front of him.
She hadn't moved since he had called Starsky, but she kept humming to herself and didn't let go of the object in her hand.
Hutch had tried coaxing FiFi to give up. She just backed away and continued her vacant, dreamy smile at Hutch.
Starsky finally arrived and entered the living room. FiFi's back was to Starsky, but he saw the numb look on Hutch's face.
"Hutch, you okay?" Starsky's concerned voice reached the blond.
Hutch didn't immediately respond. He just cast a pleading look toward Starsky.
Finally, Hutch gulped and blinked.
"Starsky, she won't give it up. I'm afraid she's really gonna do something desperate."
"FiFi, turn around real slow now. We won't hurt you." Still not seeing what was in Fifi's hand, Starsky remained cautious and tense.
FiFi turned around but continued the mindless humming.
Starsky was shocked at the sight in front of him.
FiFi clutched Hutch's briefs tightly in her hand. She didn't seem to comprehend Hutch's discomfort.
"Starsk, careful!-- don't let her out that door!" Hutch looked on in horror as FiFi moved toward Starsky.
Starsky just stood there. He took in the satisfied look in her eyes and the way FiFi seemed to be enjoying the personal item she clenched so tightly.
But it was the helpless, pleading look on Hutch's face that caused Starsky the most amusement.
Starsky worked at stiffling the giggle that threatened to escape him. Hutch was obviously embarrased and mortified that Starsky wasn't taking this seriously.
"FiFi, just drop the shorts and get outta here." Starsky instructed her.
The woman continued the dreamy smile and mindless humming but dropped the shorts on the couch and left without saying a word.
Starsky couldn't hold back any longer. An uncontrollable bout of giggles attacked him, leaving him breathless.
Hutch's raised middle finger greeted him, once he wiped the tears of laughter out of his eyes.
Trying to compose himself, Starsky finally spoke.
"Hutch, it's all over now. Jeeze, the woman was just doing your laundry. That's what you pay her for. She can hardly do that without touching your skivvies"
"But Starsk, did you see the look on her face? It just creeped me out! She was enjoying that task way too much." Hutch glared at Starsky, expecting a little more sympathy from his dark haired friend.
"Well Hutch, it was only a brief encounter."