Present day

Captain David Starsky was sitting at his desk when his mobile phone rang. Snatching it up he noticed, on the caller ID that it was Lyndsay calling. "Hi Hon'" he smiled, as he answered.

"Hey Dave, you busy?"

"Not right at this moment. What's up?"

"I wanted to remind you about John's birthday on Sunday. You're not going to be off playing golf are you?"

"Honey as if I'd miss my own Grandson's birthday!" Starsky retorted.

"Dave…"

"I know. Look it may have slipped my mind, " He confessed sheepishly, "But hey, I got you to remind me" he laughed. Starsky's desk phone was ringing, "Look Hon' I gotta go, okay?"

"See you later, for dinner?"

"Yeah sure, I'll be home tonight. Love you, see you around seven!"

"Hmmmm" Lyndsay smiled as she hung up.

"Captain Starsky," Said Starsky as he answered the phone.

"Hey Starsk'"

"Oh Hutch, hi, what's up?"

"Nothing I just wanted to ask you about Sunday. Have you sorted out the ponies yet?" He asked.

"Ponies?"

"Starsky!"

"Oh ponies, yeah right, ah I'm on it. Hutch how is it you remember John's birthday and I can't?"

"Because he's my grandson dummy and he's going to be two!"

"Two years old already. Wow where did the time go? Hutch?"

"You're asking me…..Sam thought he was in hell growing up surrounded by all those girls!"

"Yeah but he's happy about it now" laughed Starsky

"Oh yeah" agreed Starsky.

"Who'd have thought it Starsky, our kids getting married, much less becoming parents. Hell we sure took our time Starsk' but once we got there, we sure did good!"

"We did Hutch." Starsky pondered, "You know it was the only good thing that came out of the Gunther shooting. I met Lyndsay, you met Ella and now between us, eight kids and one grandson later, we're still here."

"Yeah we're still here buddy"

Both men went quiet.

"You thinkin' the same as me?" Hutch finally asked

"About Huggy?" Starsky replied.

"Yeah about Huggy."

"He was a good man Hutch. What went down it wasn't your fault. Huggy always knew the score."Starsky soothed.

"I know it Starsk' but sometimes….." Hutch let it trail off. "You wanna go for a beer when you're finished?" Hutch asked.

"Can't tonight buddy. I promised Lyndsay I'll go straight home. Besides I need to see that boy of mine. Lyndsay says he's trailing off in school and I gotta jump all over him before it gets worse."

"Hey, hey big bad daddy Dave gonna play strict father?" Hutch laughed. "Never thought I'd see the day!"

"Yeah well little Davy's a bit too much like his father at the same age. Thank goodness Sam and Donna take after their mother."

"Enjoy it Starsk', you're lucky to have them."

"Oh I know it Hutch, never thought it would happen after I got shot. I appreciate it everyday. I'd just appreciate Davy more if he behaved himself!" he laughed.

Starsky stared at the photo on his desk of the dark curly haired youngster, his youngest son. Ten years old and already he though he knew all the answers. Then he looked at the photo of them all taken at Christmas. There was Lyndsay, his beautiful red haired wife. They had been married for 27 years and she was still as lovely as the day they met. There was Sam, his first born. Twenty five years old and already married. He was studying to become a lawyer and was a wonderful young man. And lastly his beloved daughter Donna. Always a lanky child she had suddenly blossomed into a real beauty and now at aged twenty four, with her mother's red hair and her father's blue eyes she was turning heads in the fashion industry as a model. Starsky knew he was lucky to have them all and not a day went by when he didn't appreciate it.

Then he thought of Hutch. He was also in the photo with his family. It was an old tradition that Starsky and Hutch always spent Christmas together and that didn't change even when they got married.

Hutchwas standing with Ella. They had married the same year as Starsky and Lyndsay. Two years later Ella had given birth to the twins, Alisha and Sarah. Alsha was now married to Sam, Starsky's son, and Sarah was dating one of the lawyers at the same practice as Sam. She too was studying to become a lawyer whilst Alisha was a full time mum to John.

Then there was Krista twenty three years old and in a rock band. Hutch always said she was the black sheep of the family but in truth she was just like her father. All Hutch's kids were blond, as was their mother, but Krista was the only one that looked like Hutch and had the white blond hair, now faded to grey, on her father.

The came Lucy, who had just celebrated her twenty first birthday. Hutch had thrown the biggest party for his fourth child. She was a shy girl, much like her mother and was still at school. She enjoyed classical music and the arts. Of all Hutch's children, Lucy was Starsky's favourite. Ever since she was a little girl she loved to visit Uncle Dave and sculpt with him. Finally there was Michelle, twenty years old and a natural athlete. She had just joined the police academy and vowed to be as good a cop as her father.

Also in the photograph was Jenna. Hutch's baby girl. She had died three months previous, in the same car accident that had killed Ella. Some days Starsky didn't think Hutch would survive but he was a great father; and with four other girls to think about, he barely had time to grieve.

Jenna was fifteen years old. She seemed to have inherited the whole family's positive traits. She was beautiful, bright, a talented musician and a natural athlete too. She was a wonderful girl and Hutch and Ella doted on her as they did all their children. Davy took it particularly hard when she died and had been having a hard time since. Starsky remembered that he had to have a talk with his son that evening. He smiled to himself, sometimes being the Captain of Detectives was the easy part of his life.