SOP Disclaimer: I do not own Starsky and Hutch, they own me. I do not profit from this and do not infringe on anyone's rights. This is for entertainment purposes ONLY!

This is long on fluff. Actually, it is very long on fluff. I thought Starsky needed a break. Everyone needs a good day every once in a while.

Warnings: Hutch is almost non-existent in this.

Reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated.

A Heart Revived

by dnjlwilson

Chapter Two

The Pits was crowded, as it usually was during the lunch rush. Huggy darted from table to table, checking up on his waitresses while doing "PR" conversation with the regular customers. Starsky directed Alexandra to a just emptied booth perfectly located in a quiet corner away from the pool tables and bar. She immediately noticed the warmth in his touch as he placed his hand on her back to guide her to the side of the booth that backed the rest of the room. She took note of how he made sure he faced the crowd. He definitely was a cop through and through.

"What's you're pleasure? Money is no object." he offered with his killer smile.

"Well, in that case," she replied, playing along, "I think I'll have caviar, Ribeye, and the very finest champagne on the menu."

He tried to hide a grin when he replied, "Caviar is chips and salsa, Ribeye is the Pits Famous Steakburger, and the champagne is some imported beer that I can't even pronounce."

"Maybe you should order for us both. I must inform you that I do like spicy foods!" she replied, pleased with her answer.

"For the sake of that small room we're cooped up in, I will be on the conservative side and stick with the 'Starsky Special', hold the onions," he said as he waggled his eyebrows.

She felt herself blush slightly. She hated when she did that. She was so transparent, although, with David she didn't mind so much. Why was she so comfortable with this man she just met today? He had the ability to make her blush one moment then make her feel totally at ease the next.

Starsky, realizing he had caused the blush, said quickly, "Of course, if the Lady wants onions, she'll have onions."

Alexandra bravely looked into his eyes and said, "Hold the onions on both."

Now it was his turn to blush as he cleared his throat and quickly looked away. Alexandra was immensely please with herself.

"May I take your order?" Huggy said, breaking the moment.

"Two 'Starsky Specials", hold the onions." Starsky said as he gave her a quick wink.

"And I'll have water." she added.

"Make that two."

"Comin' right up!" Huggy said as he walked away.

"Just what is the 'Starksy Special'?" she asked.

"A little late for that question. But it is THE best pastrami in town on sour dough bread with provolone cheese and gourmet mustard." he replied proudly.

"I had to ask, didn't I?" Alexandra laughed.

"You have a beautiful laugh." he said quietly.

"Why thank you kind sir." she replied, not blushing this time.

Again, Huggy interrupted the moment, bringing their drinks along with a huge platter of fries and a catsup bottle.

"Thanks, Hug." Starsky said dryly.

Too busy to notice the sarcasm, Huggy turned as he told them their sandwiches would be out soon.

"You said your partner was on injury leave? I hope it's not serious." she queried.

"Yeah, he sprained his ankle Monday chasing a kid. It's not serious, thank God." Starsky said, the affection in his voice evident.

"Will you be glad to 'get back out there', as they say?" she asked.

"Beats a desk any day." he replied, flashing that smile.

Conversation was pleasant, the food excellent, and the hour too short for them both as Alexandra noted the time.

"Back to the old grind." Starsky said.

"You know," said Alexandra, "I don't think we're going to be finished with this today. How long will your partner be out?"

"Couple more days." said Starsky, catching her drift.

"If we stay with it, maybe that will be enough time." she said as she looked directly into his deep blue eyes.

Not to be out done, Starsky scooted closer to her, within mere inches of her face and said, "Maybe we will have to work around the clock." looking into her eyes, holding her gaze captive. Was she breathing? She couldn't tell. His eyes locked onto hers, she felt his warm breath on her face. She couldn't look away. She swallowed hard.

Once again, Huggy to the rescue, setting their bill on the table. Quickly putting aside the not so unpleasant tension, they returned to Parker Center and resumed their work. Occasionally, their hands would touch sending a shock down to her toes. Alexandra hoped he wouldn't notice. This could not be happening. She was more professional than this. He couldn't get to her so quickly, so completely.

Starsky had similar problems as he noticed her perfume when she was near. He noticed how her mouth perfectly formed a beautiful, easy smile that made him catch his breath each time. He hoped she didn't notice.

Alexandra stood, stretching and rubbing her aching neck.

Noticing her quiet wince, Starsky said, "Maybe we should call it a day."

"I didn't realize what time it was. Maybe we should." she agreed. A nervous silence stretched between them.

Finally, Starsky said, "Well, see you bright and early in the morning, say 8?"

"Eight sharp." she replied.

Did he hear a slight disappointment in her voice or was it just wishful thinking? He didn't want this day to end.

"Tomorrow then." he said to her. "Coward." he said to himself as he watched her walk away.

TBC