This little snippet came to me as I was having my Sunday morning coffee. Just a little something to share.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. Just having a little fun.
Sick Day
By: Vanessa Sgroi
"Starsky, what're you doing here?" queried Captain Dobey in his usual gruff tone, "You look like crap. Go home where you belong."
The Bay City police detective in question did indeed look like crap…or worse. Pale, yet an alarming shade of green at the same time. His eyes, normally vibrant blue and sparkling with life, were dull and bloodshot, puffy around the edges, and his lips were dry and cracked. It was obvious he was still suffering the effects of the stomach virus that had plagued him and several others in the department for the last two days.
"Ah, Cap'n," he wheezed, "I can't go home." He glanced at his partner, Ken Hutchinson, who stood next to him. "We've got that big stakeout today, and hopefully the big bust," Starsky's voice became more gravelly the longer he talked.
Dobey glared at him. "I'm aware there's a stakeout, but you're about to fall over so you're sitting this one out. End of story. Lambert can do it."
Hutch spoke for the first time. "Ahh, Cap, not Lambert!" It was well known that Chuck Lambert was a legend in his own mind and could spend hours attempting to prove it. It didn't help that he stank of a mix of old socks and Old Spice.
A low groan was the only warning he received before Starsky leaned forward and puked—sparing none of Hutch's clothes except for his socks and shoes, and presumably his underwear. Hutch's disgusted gaze locked on his partner.
Dave was now a shade more green and clutching his belly. Sweat dotted his brow. "S-Sorry." He moaned and wiped at his mouth.
Hutch's gaze softened. "I can change." He looked at Captain Dobey. "Lambert, it is, Captain, I'm—I'm gonna go change." He gently pulled his defiled shirt away from his body with two fingers.
"Good idea. Change and get your partner outta here before he decides to aim for me next time."
"Aim? I wasn't aiming. Hutch, I swear, I wasn't aiming."
Starsky's feeble protests followed him out of the squad room. Hutch shook his head ruefully. From the look of things, it was gonna be a long day. Especially after he got a whiff of Chuck Lambert as they passed in the hall.
Fin
