Chapter 4
Starsky looked over at Katherine, who was looking out the window.
"Why were you so scared of my captain?" he asked her.
She shrugged. "I guess he looked a little scary and mean." she said.
"I guess I understand. He is big. It was a first impression."
"Are you going to take me to a hotel?" she asked.
"No! Your coming to my house." Starsky said.
"But I don't wanna impose." she objected.
"You won't. I promise. Do you have any clothes?"
"Yeah, I hid them somewhere. Just so I know where they are and nobody goes through them."
"Can you direct me to where?" he asked.
She nodded.
She pointed Starsky to where Starsky needed to turn, and soon they were pulling up to an apartment. Hutch's apartment. She got out and went up to a plant and pulled a suitcase out from behind it.
Starsky looked up at Hutch's apartment window, half expecting for him to show up and wave, saying he would be out in a minute. His thoughts were interrupted when his door opened and a suitcase got put in the back seat.
"You know your back seat's a mess, right?" Katherine asked, hanging over the seat, trying to situate her suitcase.
"Yeah, I know."
His backseat was littered with coffee cups and gum wrappers, put there by Hutch himself. Some of it was Starsky's.
"Maybe I should clean it for you."
"Nope. Your my guest. Guests don't do my work." Starsky objected.
"Your loss."
Starsky + Hutch= Starsky and Hutch
I was looking out the window when Starsky asked me a question.
"Why were you so scared of my captain?' he asked me.
I shrugged. "He looked scary and mean."
Starsky nodded. "I understand. He is big. It was a first impression
"Are you going to send me to a hotel?" I asked. He looked at me, surprised.
"No! Your coming to my house." Starsky said, smiling.
"I don't wanna impose." I said, looking at him.
"You won't. I promise. Do you have any clothes?" he asked me.
"Yeah, but I hid them somewhere. Just so I know where they are and nobody goes through them." I replied.
"Can you direct me to where they are?"
I nodded.
As Starsky started the car, I thought to myself. 'I hope nobody's found my suitcase.'
I directed Starsky to where I had hid my suitcase and soon we pulled up to an apartment called Venice Place. I didn't know who's it was, but I decided to stash my suitcase behind a big plant in front.
When I put my suitcase in the backseat, I noticed that I was littered with styrofoam coffee cups and gum wrappers.
"You know your backseats a mess, right?" I asked, hanging over the seat, trying to get my suitcase situated.
"Yeah, I know." he said.
"Maybe I should clean it for you."
"Nope. Your my guest. Guests don't do my work. I do my work." he objected.
"Your loss." I muttered as I got situated in the front seat.