Second Chances: New Year, Old Memories.
A Simon & Simon/Six Million Dollar Man/Dark Shadows Crossover Story
While working an investigation with Robbie, Rick and A.J. find eerie
similarities to a 15-year-old case from their days in San Diego.
(Inspired by the story "In The Line Of Duty" by Kenda) (This is a work of fiction. No money is being made on it, and the characters are owned by Universal and Dan Curtis Productions and are only being borrowed for a little while. .)
Dedicated to the fans of Simon & Simon who've kept this show alive for the last 10 years.
Chapter 1
"Police! Freeze!" The young voice yelled at the two men in ski masks, then the dark was broken by the light of several flashlights.
Both criminals threw up their hands, cornered, and into the high beams stepped uniformed officers to arrest the would-be robbers. As they were cuffed, the ski masks were removed, causing a gasp from one of the onlookers.
"A.J., that looks like, nah, couldn't be." Rick Simon shook his head, staring at one of the suspects. "Rick, if it isn't a young version of Fred Stinson, then we're seeing ghosts." his brother answered, frowning.
"Nice work, Uncle A.J., Pop." Robert Simon joined them, putting an arm around his partners. "Now we'll be able to stop these industrial thefts before they spread to the rest of the area." His father grinned. "And your mother will be able to book our flight; she wanted to make sure I'd be able to watch your back!"
"I appreciate it, Pop, I know Mom's been anxious to see her Great-Uncle, but, wait a minute?" he noticed something about the equipment being picked up by the other detectives. As he dashed back over to the doorway of the manufacturing office, Captain Ron Johnson joined the brothers.
"Ron, uh, this may sound weird, but do you have an ID on either of our stooges?" Rick asked him The Phoenix detective stared at him, then nodded. "Yeah, Christopher Stinson, Jr. and Tony Stinson, both with juvenile records. Why, do you recognize them?"
"Uh, yeah, we helped arrest and convict a Fred Stinson back in San Diego 15 years ago, in fact his brother came after us and nearly killed A.J. I thought I was seeing things!" the older Simon replied uneasily.
"That is weird, Rick, 'cause his ID gives his last known address as being in San Diego." Ron answered. "Maybe we'd better send you guys home with Robbie now, I don't want history repeating itself. I'll call Abby, she might have some recent info on these guys."
"Captain Ron!" Rick heard his son called to him, and the three men ran to his side as he knelt next to a workman's box. "What is it, Rob?" Ron asked, then let out a whistle at the sight of dozens of bags of pills.
"Like father, like sons." A.J. said in a tense voice. Robbie looked at his uncle's face, puzzled, then listened quietly as his father explained the seeming coincidence.
"Do you think there's a link, I mean, that these two might be trying to recreate their father's crimes?" the young sheriff wondered. "I don't know, son, but I'm not taking any chances, you and your father and uncle better go home. I can wrap it up here then let you know what I find out." the captain added.
"Thanks, Ron, we'll call you later." Rick agreed, cutting off his son's protest as A. J. firmly steered Robbie toward Rick's truck. "But..." "Son, no buts, you go home to Ramona. I'm not saying there's any kind of threat, but just in case, your place is with her until we know otherwise." he told Robbie.
Robbie sat quietly between the two brothers until they were on the freeway, then cleared his throat.
"Pop?"
His father stole a look at him. "Yes, son." "Thanks, you too, Uncle A.J.. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in making sure I do my job, that I forget there's two, no, three of us to consider now."
"That's ok, Rob, better you learn you're not Wyatt Earp now then down the road." A.J. grinned.
As they pulled into the condo driveway, Laurie Simon opened the door and looked relieved to see the three men. "Hey, little brother, everything go all right?" she questioned, as he gave his sister-in-law a hug, then greeted his wife, who was holding a sleeping Ricky.
"Well, we got the two robbers, but something came up, Rick and Robbie'll fill you in." A.J. answered, then waved his good byes before going into his house. Climbing in the truck cab next to her son, Laurie embraced him, then looked questioningly at her husband.
"Long story, darlin'. I'd better fill the two of you in on the way home." Rick sighed, then backed out of the driveway.
As they drove toward Silver Rock, Robbie told his mother about the thousands of illegal drugs found on the two criminals he and his father and uncle had been trailing. "Captain Ron is going to take it from here, Mom, 'cause Pop and Uncle A.J. recognized one of the guys as, well, you tell us, Pop."
"It was the year before we got back together, sweetheart." he began, then felt Laurie's hand reach over and squeeze his shoulder. Rick smiled briefly, then continued. "Abby had just taken over Towne's position, and the first court case we had to work on together was a divorce case that went bad. We were supposed to gather info for our client so she would be able to prove ability to pay alimony. Except, what A.J. and I saw was a drug deal, and our testimony helped put this Frank Stinson away. Unfortunately, his brother Chris and some goons snuck into A.J.'s house and tried to kill him. If it wasn't for our dog Marlowe, well, he took the bullet meant for A.J. and died. Abby caught Stinson and his killers, and they were put away for life. Now out of nowhere, these two guys named Stinson are not only caught in the act of burglary, but drug smuggling, just like the old man."
"Guys, I don't like this, it sounds too set up, too pat." Laurie mused after a moment. "That's what Ron said, darlin'." Rick answered, glancing at her worried expression. "He sent us home so we wouldn't have to submit our statements in front of those guys. I'll call when we get in, but we're off the case now. It'll go to Narcotics now, Rob, so Ron can keep you out of it too." "I'm glad, darling." Laurie told her son,
"I know you hate to work on something and then have to back away, but Ron's people are good at their job and they'll make sure these guys get what's coming to them!"
"Now, Mom, calm down." Robbie grinned, seeing the flash of anger in her eyes. Her husband laughed at her as she gave him a sheepish look. "Son, now you know why I never get on your mother's bad side!"
She looked at her two men, then broke into a smile. "And don't you forget it!"
A Simon & Simon/Six Million Dollar Man/Dark Shadows Crossover Story
While working an investigation with Robbie, Rick and A.J. find eerie
similarities to a 15-year-old case from their days in San Diego.
(Inspired by the story "In The Line Of Duty" by Kenda) (This is a work of fiction. No money is being made on it, and the characters are owned by Universal and Dan Curtis Productions and are only being borrowed for a little while. .)
Dedicated to the fans of Simon & Simon who've kept this show alive for the last 10 years.
Chapter 1
"Police! Freeze!" The young voice yelled at the two men in ski masks, then the dark was broken by the light of several flashlights.
Both criminals threw up their hands, cornered, and into the high beams stepped uniformed officers to arrest the would-be robbers. As they were cuffed, the ski masks were removed, causing a gasp from one of the onlookers.
"A.J., that looks like, nah, couldn't be." Rick Simon shook his head, staring at one of the suspects. "Rick, if it isn't a young version of Fred Stinson, then we're seeing ghosts." his brother answered, frowning.
"Nice work, Uncle A.J., Pop." Robert Simon joined them, putting an arm around his partners. "Now we'll be able to stop these industrial thefts before they spread to the rest of the area." His father grinned. "And your mother will be able to book our flight; she wanted to make sure I'd be able to watch your back!"
"I appreciate it, Pop, I know Mom's been anxious to see her Great-Uncle, but, wait a minute?" he noticed something about the equipment being picked up by the other detectives. As he dashed back over to the doorway of the manufacturing office, Captain Ron Johnson joined the brothers.
"Ron, uh, this may sound weird, but do you have an ID on either of our stooges?" Rick asked him The Phoenix detective stared at him, then nodded. "Yeah, Christopher Stinson, Jr. and Tony Stinson, both with juvenile records. Why, do you recognize them?"
"Uh, yeah, we helped arrest and convict a Fred Stinson back in San Diego 15 years ago, in fact his brother came after us and nearly killed A.J. I thought I was seeing things!" the older Simon replied uneasily.
"That is weird, Rick, 'cause his ID gives his last known address as being in San Diego." Ron answered. "Maybe we'd better send you guys home with Robbie now, I don't want history repeating itself. I'll call Abby, she might have some recent info on these guys."
"Captain Ron!" Rick heard his son called to him, and the three men ran to his side as he knelt next to a workman's box. "What is it, Rob?" Ron asked, then let out a whistle at the sight of dozens of bags of pills.
"Like father, like sons." A.J. said in a tense voice. Robbie looked at his uncle's face, puzzled, then listened quietly as his father explained the seeming coincidence.
"Do you think there's a link, I mean, that these two might be trying to recreate their father's crimes?" the young sheriff wondered. "I don't know, son, but I'm not taking any chances, you and your father and uncle better go home. I can wrap it up here then let you know what I find out." the captain added.
"Thanks, Ron, we'll call you later." Rick agreed, cutting off his son's protest as A. J. firmly steered Robbie toward Rick's truck. "But..." "Son, no buts, you go home to Ramona. I'm not saying there's any kind of threat, but just in case, your place is with her until we know otherwise." he told Robbie.
Robbie sat quietly between the two brothers until they were on the freeway, then cleared his throat.
"Pop?"
His father stole a look at him. "Yes, son." "Thanks, you too, Uncle A.J.. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in making sure I do my job, that I forget there's two, no, three of us to consider now."
"That's ok, Rob, better you learn you're not Wyatt Earp now then down the road." A.J. grinned.
As they pulled into the condo driveway, Laurie Simon opened the door and looked relieved to see the three men. "Hey, little brother, everything go all right?" she questioned, as he gave his sister-in-law a hug, then greeted his wife, who was holding a sleeping Ricky.
"Well, we got the two robbers, but something came up, Rick and Robbie'll fill you in." A.J. answered, then waved his good byes before going into his house. Climbing in the truck cab next to her son, Laurie embraced him, then looked questioningly at her husband.
"Long story, darlin'. I'd better fill the two of you in on the way home." Rick sighed, then backed out of the driveway.
As they drove toward Silver Rock, Robbie told his mother about the thousands of illegal drugs found on the two criminals he and his father and uncle had been trailing. "Captain Ron is going to take it from here, Mom, 'cause Pop and Uncle A.J. recognized one of the guys as, well, you tell us, Pop."
"It was the year before we got back together, sweetheart." he began, then felt Laurie's hand reach over and squeeze his shoulder. Rick smiled briefly, then continued. "Abby had just taken over Towne's position, and the first court case we had to work on together was a divorce case that went bad. We were supposed to gather info for our client so she would be able to prove ability to pay alimony. Except, what A.J. and I saw was a drug deal, and our testimony helped put this Frank Stinson away. Unfortunately, his brother Chris and some goons snuck into A.J.'s house and tried to kill him. If it wasn't for our dog Marlowe, well, he took the bullet meant for A.J. and died. Abby caught Stinson and his killers, and they were put away for life. Now out of nowhere, these two guys named Stinson are not only caught in the act of burglary, but drug smuggling, just like the old man."
"Guys, I don't like this, it sounds too set up, too pat." Laurie mused after a moment. "That's what Ron said, darlin'." Rick answered, glancing at her worried expression. "He sent us home so we wouldn't have to submit our statements in front of those guys. I'll call when we get in, but we're off the case now. It'll go to Narcotics now, Rob, so Ron can keep you out of it too." "I'm glad, darling." Laurie told her son,
"I know you hate to work on something and then have to back away, but Ron's people are good at their job and they'll make sure these guys get what's coming to them!"
"Now, Mom, calm down." Robbie grinned, seeing the flash of anger in her eyes. Her husband laughed at her as she gave him a sheepish look. "Son, now you know why I never get on your mother's bad side!"
She looked at her two men, then broke into a smile. "And don't you forget it!"