Chapter 4

Starsky shuffled over to the woman who had finally stopped her infernal screaming. Brushing shards of broken glass out of the way, he appraised her carefully.

'Lady what the hell did you do to piss your husband off so royally?'

Davina fixed him with a cold eye. 'He wanted alimony and I wouldn't give it him.'

'How much? Is your life really worth a couple've thousand dollars?'

'Three point five million, and yes, I worked hard for that money' she said carefully.

'Three poi….. um, ok, well more than a couple've thousand then. But still! Is he um….is he likely to give up now he's had his pot shot?' the brunet asked hopefully.

Davina snickered. 'My husband is nothing if not persistent. And anyway, you're supposed to be here to protect me…..so start protecting!'

'What the hell d'ya think I've just been doin'?' Starsky snapped. The palms of his hands were cut and bleeding from the bits of glass he'd crawled through and being shot at never put him in a particularly happy frame of mind.

'If you were doing you job, detective, I wouldn't be sat out here on my tushy on my balcony with bullets flying around my head and a broken nail and…..and…..' Davina looked around her as if trying to find something else to complain about.

Something clicked on in the brunet's curly head and he nodded. 'You know, you're right, Your Highness. I can't do nuthin here. It's not defensible. If he were to get into the elevator, he'd trap us on this floor. I need to be able to see him comin'.'

The actress looked at him curiously. 'And your suggestion?'

'We're goin' back to mine.'

'Your place. Where? When?' Davina asked. She was seeing a new side to this man she'd thought of as an uneducated idiot and what she saw she quite liked – if it wasn't for the terrifying lump in his jeans, he'd be almost normal.

Starsky poked his head over the balcony again and ducked back down. 'When I say "go", I want you to get back into the room. Keep your head down and once you're movin' don't stop.'

'How am I supposed to keep my head down? Do you want me to crawl or something?' the woman's voice sounded horrified.

'That's the size of it, Your Royalness. If it's good enough for the pink pooch, it'll be fine for you. Ready?' he checked above the balcony again. 'One, two, three…..go.'

He watched as Davina gathered her pink negligee around her knees and shuffled in an undignified manner through the shattered French windows and into the living room. The brunet started to follow, grunting as the bent over position added pressure onto his already overstretched jeans. Fuck you Hutchinson. It'll be fine partner……won't be gone long…..have a pill, it'll stop ya lookin' peeky……should never have taken three of 'em. Just you wait Blondie. I'm gonna get you back some time soon.

The brunet flung himself through the windows into the room, rolled onto his shoulder and came to his knees to see Davina on her hands and knees under the huge dining table. He snickered, closed the curtains and came to his feet, brushing himself down. In the corner. Fifi snarled at him, but kept her distance. Starsky peeped out through a chink in the closed curtains, but could see nothing and he set about getting some things together. Finally, ten minutes later, he hunkered down and peered at the woman under the table.

'Ya gonna stay there all day?' Starsky asked.

Davina eyed him coldly. 'I was taking shelter' she said in a dignified voice.

'Well you can come out now. I've packed some stuff, you're coming with me.'

With a dramatic sigh, the woman shuffled out from beneath the table, allowing Starsky a view of her assets as she bent down to brush herself down. 'I need to get dressed' she muttered.

The brunet appraised her almost see through pink negligee and the pink chemise beneath. 'Unless ya want pictures in the paper, yeah.'

Her eyes sparkled 'Ooh….do you think….?'

'No, M'lady, you're meant to be hiding from your ex, not making a publicity stunt. Ya got some jeans or sumthin?'

'I have Gloria Vanderbilts' Davina answered.

'Well give Gloria her jeans back an' get some of your own' the brunet said, obviously pleased with his own wit and repartee.

The actress blanked him. 'Her own what? Who? Do you speak English or is there only ever garbage that comes out of that mouth?'

Starsky shook his head. 'Forget it. Just go an' put sumthin practical on an' hurry up huh? We should be goin'.

Davina shimmied past him towards the bedroom and he could hear her rummaging around in her closet. She was gone for quite some time and finally the brunet knocked on the bedroom door while looking the other way.

'Are you ready?' he asked.

Davina appeared at the door of the room still in her negligee, with a pink short sleeved top in one hand and a pink long sleeved top in the other. 'Which do you think? Is short sleeved too frivolous? On the other hand, do I really want James to know that he's got to me? So should I go with short anyway?'

The curly haired cop stared at her dumbfounded. 'Your ex has just tried to put a parting in my hair where one don't belong. He did it with an ounce of lead lady. An' you're worried about your couture?'

Davina sighed. 'You're right. What would you know? Anyone who wears a white button down shirt can't know anything about fashion.' She turned and headed back to the room with Starsky in hot pursuit. He slid open the door to the closet and grabbed the first pair of jeans he came to, along with a midnight blue tee shirt. Flinging them at the woman he stood back, arms folded.

'Get dressed an' hurry up' he snapped, his patience growing thin.

'In these? I wouldn't be seen dead in these.'

The brunet grinned at her and headed for the door. 'That could be arranged Your Richness. Now get a move on.'

While Davina busied herself in the bedroom, Starsky wiped his hands on the small hand towel draped near the bar. They were bleeding, but once clean, showed only small cuts and nothing that would require dressing or stitches. They stung, but weren't particularly painful, which is more than could be said for another portion of the brunet's anatomy. The swelling in his jeans had taken on mammoth proportions now and was aching dully. The denim material was stretched taut over his cock and it strained for release, a deep burning sensation nagging at his groin.

Starsky looked down at it, bending his knees and trying to get some relief from the pressure. It had been building up for the past couple of hours and was getting to the stage where he really needed to do something about it. Looking around desperately, his eye fell on the ice bucket on the bar top and he pulled off the lid. Inside nestled the sparkling ice cubes, beckoning to him and the brunet grabbed one, thinking that maybe the cold would encourage the erection to go down some.

Checking that Davina was still engrossed in getting ready, he scooped up a couple of the cubes, breathed in and pushed them down the front of his jeans, hoping for relief. He wasn't prepared for the intense cold snagging at the centre of his body however and he bit back a small scream as he wrestled with his zip in an attempt to get them back out again. His wet fingers grappled at his zip as he made small whimpering noises, his hands not moving quick enough. Finally, he shook his leg and the ice cubes skittered down his jeans leg and clattered on to the floor. Starsky sighed in relief. Obviously that didn't work as planned.

A quarter of an hour later, Starsky sighed with relief as Davina appeared out of the bedroom, dressed and perfectly made up. She took a disdainful look at the brunet and stalked towards the door. 'Well? Do I have to wait for ever?' she asked.

Starsky snorted incredulously and headed for the door himself. 'After me, Your Highness. Move quick, don't make a sound and keep behind me.'

'Yessir' she saluted smartly and paused as the curly haired cop drew his gun from his holster and cocked the weapon. As Starsky started to open the door, she stopped him.

'What about Fifi?' Davina asked.

'Huh?'

'Fifi. I'm not going anywhere without my baby.'

The brunet snickered. 'It's a dog. It'll be fine here.'

'I am not moving without my doggy. Pick her up and bring here along' the woman commanded imperiously.

Starsky cocked his head on one side. 'Look, lady, I'll cut you a deal. The pooch can come if it has to, but it's all yours. You see to it, not me.'

'It's not an "it", it's a "she" and she needs to be carried. Pick her up' Davina stood her ground.

'It may have escaped your notice, but your ex husband is out there with a gun. He's just tried to shoot ya, and while that really doesn't worry me one way or another, I kinda like my head in one piece. Now we have a choice here. You can bring the apology for a dog with us, so long as you carry it, or it stays here. Right now, I got my hands full of the hardware that might just save our lives' Starsky explained, the exasperation clear in his voice.

'But…. My bodyguard always carries Fifi' Davina persisted.

'Well I aint your bodyguard an' I aint gonna carry your dog. What d'ya want me to do out there? Defend us with a loaded poodle?'

'Oh you think you're so funny don't you' the actress muttered, picking up the small pink animal. She stuffed Fifi under her arm and stood sulking beside the door.

With the woman behind him and his gun held loose but ready in his left hand, Starsky opened the door and peered outside. The passageway to the elevator was clear and he walked out and pushed the button the summon the elevator car. As it arrived, he motioned for Davina to join him and they made their way down to the parking lot. Getting out, once again, the brunet checked the perimeter before pushing Davina, still clutching Fifi to her chest, towards his Torino. The woman gazed at it in loathing.

'No, no no no, I can't go in that' she said, taking a step back.

'Why?' Starsky asked, opening the door for her.

'Because it's….red…..and white……and…..no, find me something else.'

The brunet appraised his car lovingly. 'This is the finest car in the world. This is a Ford Gran Torino in Viper Red with a white stripe. Custom made. You have the pink pooch, I have my own baby an' if ya keep bad mouthin' it, you're gonna be runnin' behind it. Now get in, Your Ladyship, and keep your uncharitable thoughts to yourself.

Davina sniffed, clutched Fifi closer to her and got herself into the car, muttering darkly under her breath. With a smile, Starsky trotted round to the drivers side and got in.

So far the score was five point to the actress, but he was catchin' up fast, and on home territory, how could he lose?