This is a quick snippet for a prompt from the Starsky and Hutch Fans and Fanfiction group on Facebook.
Prompt: "Stop doing that!"
Starsky was normally a wired guy, but when the clock was ticking against something important, he became like a tense wire that could bust at any second.
The two detectives sat at their shared desk, and the pen that the curly-haired detective had a grip on was the only thing that was keeping Starsky from getting up to pace the floor with the file he was studying. The pen was held between Starsky's thumb and index finger, repeatedly being bounced up and down as he clicked and unclicked the pen against the wooden desk. The squad room was usually bustling with activity, but all the officers had something that required their full attention, so the only sound in the whole room was the occasional cough or sneeze, or a chair sliding across the floor. Oh, plus that stupid pen.
Hutch sat across from Starsky, his cheek resting in the palm of his hand as he looked over his own file that he had taken possession of. But he wasn't actually reading it. The blonde blintz couldn't even begin to focus because of the incessant clicking of his partner's pen. At first, he had tried to ignore it, but it kept cutting into what little focus he could manage. As soon as Hutch read a few words and thought he had a grip on what the file was saying, the clicking would pick up and bring him right back out of the focus.
"Stop doing that!" A long, leather-clad arm shot over the desk to grab ahold of Starsky's pen, yanking it from his grasp and throwing it down onto the tabletop. The whole room was now completely silent as everyone turned their full attention to the two detectives in the corner.
Starsky's hand stayed right where it had been, minus the pen, but his head moved from the file in front of him to look up at his blonde counterpart. "Sorry partner. Didn't even realize I was doing it." Starsky apologized sheepishly, a little bit of a red tint dusting his cheeks at having been caught.
"You didn't realize it, but the whole room did!" Hutch huffed as he ran his fingers through his blonde locks.
Starsky took a quick scan of the room, and sure enough, people were looking in his direction, only maintaining a stare until they realized they had been spotted, quickly focusing back on their current work. "Sorry." The detective said again, this time to the whole squad room more than his partner.
"Just…don't do it again, please." Hutch hummed a bit. "The next time I see you picking up that pen it better be to write something down." He threatened, using his well-known Hutchinson finger. "If you're really that restless, go take a block or two run." He added, gesturing to the squad room doors where Starsky could head out to head towards the outdoors.
Starsky nodded silently, turning his gaze back to his papers. He managed to sit still for a few minutes, but the energy had to go SOMEWHERE. His foot started to bounce up and down, which was relatively silent, but next he started to drum his fingers against the hard surface. Like before, the dark-haired detective didn't notice, but when there was a feeling of someone staring at him, he instantly realized he had started up again. He blue eyes slowly traveled up to see his partners signature hard stare, like he had been waiting for Starsky to finally look up. A sheepish smile crossed his features as his fingers slowly came to a stop, and Starsky shifted to sit on both of his hands. After another few minutes, Starsky pushed himself up and out of his chair. "I'll be right back." He said simply before exiting the room.