Discliamer:
They don't belong to me. None of them. At all. They're someone else's; I'm just making a few adjustments.Author's Notes:
I just saw "Plague", and when I saw Kermit's hair shorn off, I yelped in surprise. Last I'd seen him, he'd had a full head of hair that curled at the ends. This is my response to the surprise.Haircut
By Gayle F. Cox-Moffet
"Hey, Kermit, I need some in-Where the hell is your hair?" Peter Caine stopped short at the door of the other detective's office and stared in shock.
Kermit looked up, impassive behind his sunglasses. "What did you need, Pete?"
"Where's your hair?" Peter waved off the question from the other man in order to get an answer for his.
"In a garbage bag in the back of the barber's shop would be my guess. I doubt they'd keep it for a souvenir."
"Why cut it off?"
"My sunglasses are my trademark, not my hair. What information did you want, Pete?"