Argument
By Amberle-chan
It started nearly two months ago. Starsky and I had an argument in the car as I drove him home, and it escalated from there. The next morning, when I picked him up for work, I thought we'd apologize to each other and just move on from there. It's what we've always done.
All I got that day was silence or one word answers.
The next day grew worse. He sniped at me, and I insulted him back. He got a ride back to his apartment with a black and white.
We spent the rest of that week driving into work in separate cars. I was so distracted and brooding Friday night that I ruined my date with Molly. She told me that the next time she was in town and wanted a fun date that she'd call a corpse.
I went to Starsky's apartment early Saturday morning. I wanted to fix this. He wasn't home. I called him several times over the weekend and went back to his place a time or two. He wasn't there.
Even Huggy didn't seem to know where Starsky had gone, although he was back at work on time for our shift Monday morning.
It didn't take long for Dobey to figure out that something was wrong between Starsky and me. I think he called us into his office, together and separately, at least every other day, to demand what the hell was going on. Starsky and I had our stories down pat, though. Even Dobey, battering ram that he is, could not get past our collective fortress. There were no problems. Everything was fine.
Everything was fine—up to a point. Starsky and I backed each other up—as usual. We worked our snitches and made our collars—as usual. Every case we worked on was cleaned up with our careful attention to detail—as usual.
The only thing that was unusual was us. The only time we talked or communicated was in an official capacity in the office and out on the streets. There was no more camaderie, no more teasing banter, no more friendship.
Fifty-three days ago I lost my partner and best friend.
I don't even remember what the damn argument was about.
