Kira glided over to Starsky and pulled him into her body. He lightly put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. They were so bright even in such shadowy lighting.

"You having dirty thoughts detective?" Kira teased.

"No ma'am, only good intentions!", Starsky grinned. "A riddle for you. What has two eyes, two arms and is crazy about you?"

"I give up." Kira breathed.

"I wish you would." Starsky pulled her closer and guided her onto the dance floor.

Meanwhile at one of the tables was a dark haired woman who seemed nervous. She kept fixing her short hair, making sure her style stayed in place. She was playing a board game with Joey. He came in often and the two of them would play a game or shoot pool. He walked with a limp and used a cane so he wasn't interested in dancing. He watched as he saw a stray piece of blond hair fall from below the darker hair. He became fascinated by that blond lock. A plan was forming in his mind. Another spy he figured. He had to be careful and not let on that he knew that this was headquarters for their operations. He realized he would have another mission to complete.

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Starsky stopped as the music did and told Kira that he'd follow her home in a few minutes.

"Hutch already took my keys. He said you were going with Susan tonight." Kira looked confused and stepped away from Starsky. She searched the room until she found Susan and pointed Starsky in Susan's direction.

"Oh, okay-- well, what ever." The annoyed look crossed Starsky's face but it passed quickly.

They walked together over to Chenille to check out and for Starsky to pay. Chenille was the 5th person to know of the decoys in her establishment. She was French and had a heavy English accent. In fact everything she said was so dramatic and drawn out it was as if she was auditioning for a bad movie.

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Hutch let himself into Kira's house and stumbled around in the dark.

His foot caught between the door and the frame which wrestled his boot off his foot. Instead of taking the other one off, he hobbled over to the couch and landed there. He watched out the window, waiting for Kira. He still felt the hint of Kira's tongue in his ear. He knew she had been flirting with him beyond what her undercover job required.

Hell, he didn't mind a little on the job relaxation if that's what she was into.

He wondered briefly if all the office gossip was true about this woman. He wondered if Starsky had scored yet. Starsky had told him that he and Kira had gone out once but never did give any specifics. Guess not, since Starsky hadn't said a thing to him about her since they started on the case.

Well, he didn't think he'd have to wait too long to find out what was true and what was rumor. He just knew he would enjoy finding out for himself.

His attention turned back to the window as he heard a car pull up in front of the house. He watched as Kira got out of the car and was stopped by a man walking his dog. Hutch thought it a little strange that the man was out so late but he didn't respond immediately. He wanted to see the tough side of Kira and was confident that she could handle herself.

He watched as the man must have asked for a light when Kira fished out a lighter from her purse. The man bent toward the lighter but instead, grabbed at Kira, whispered something in her ear and was stung with the slap that Kira landed on his face. Next she kicked him in the groin and Hutch heard the dog start to bark furiously.

That's when he decided to investigate. He was confident that Kira could handle the whole thing. She had just proven that with the nasty kick with her spiky heal to the guy's sensitive region. The man was still clutching his crotch and Kira had taken the dog's leash, holding him away from her and the bent over pervert.

Hutch stumbled out the door, one shoe still missing. Hutch decided it wouldn't hurt to let this guy and anyone else who might be hanging around think that there was a man living here and that neither one should be messed with. He grabbed the guy and bent him over Kira's car and dug out the man's I.D. Satisfied that Kira was okay and the man was just some unfortunate opportunist looking for a quick adrenaline rush, Hutch let him go and Kira gave him back his dog. The two jogged down the street with the man running rather gingerly toward home.

"Remind me never to piss you off Kira. You've got a pretty dangerous kick."

Hutch hugged her to him as they walked back up to the house.

"Well, if I told you what he said, you'd understand the reaction. But honey, I doubt you'd ever piss me off. I could never inflict such pain on you, at least not that you'd complain!" Kira shrugged out of her coat and reached to turn the light on. Hutch grabbed her hand and moved it off the light switch.

"No, just leave the lights out. We don't want anybody else walking by and seeing what we're doing, right?"

Hutch pulled her closer and nuzzled under her ear.

Kira lifted her head back to give Hutch more room. She loved the feel of his mustache rubbing against her neck. The words the man had leered at her came back to her and she let out a small moan.

"My, aren't we sensitive there? Or is it what the guy said that's making you so responsive?" Hutch was curious about what the guy said because it was obvious that Kira was turned on by the remark.

"He was just a frustrated, over sexed married man out for a little thrill. But I'd be glad to tell you what he said. I'll even paraphrase it so you'll feel the rush too." With that, Kira pulled away slightly and whispered into Hutch's ear. She laughed as she finished and watched Hutch's face in the moonlight. She could just make out the blush building there and she grabbed at him as he let out a deep growl.

"I think we need to discuss the meaning of that a little further. C'mere, and interpret what that all means."

Hutch pushed her down on the couch and he moved his hands through her blond hair.

Kira flashed on Starsky, thinking how his face felt next to her skin compared to the soft, tickly feeling of Hutch's mustache. She wondered about that mustache rubbing against the rest of her skin. She doubted that Hutch had the chest hair that Starsky did. She loved Starsky's chest but quickly put him out of her mind as that mustache found a sensitive area. She realized Hutch had unbuttoned her blouse and was just about to comletely free her of any thing he thought would be in his way.

Well, she would soon find out how Hutch differed from Starsky. What a pleasant assignment this was.

For a minute Hutch just looked at Kira. He tried to hold her off. Tried to stop his own desire. He wanted to ask about Starsky.

But damn, she was hard to resist. Any questions that he might have asked about Starsky were forgotten as she ran her hand down his chest.

But he couldn't turn his thoughts off completely just yet. He wondered if - Suddenly, there was nothing else that mattered but her smell and the feel of her next to him. The last coherent thoughts tumbled out around him and faded into the darkened room.

Later, after he could think again, he looked at the clock next to the bed and realized he had to head home. Too much time had passed. He needed, no he craved to be alone. This was too much closeness. He had given too much of himself and he couldn't handle anymore. He felt anger seeping back into his soul. He had hoped that being with Kira would erase that but it had only been temporary. He needed to escape before it bubbled out and she would notice. He rolled over to look at that beautiful face. He kissed her and pushed back the covers.

Kira had other ideas.

"Kira, wait a second. C'mon honey, let me up."

"No way Hutch! Here, do you like when I do this? Like my hand there?" Kira teased and tormented. Seems she'd do anything to keep me from leaving. Later, it was all I could do to untangle myself from her.

Hutch forced himself to get out of her bed. He groaned with the effort to put her taunting smile out of his head.

It was late or rather, really early and Hutch had to get up. He got dressed and still felt the buzz from their night together. But he had to get home and once again the image of David Starsky appeared to him as he drove home.

Should he feel guilty? Why should he when Kira never once mentioned she and Starsky were dating or that there was even anything between them. Hutch scolded himself, trying to be honest with himself. He knew he was being an ass, knew he was angry at himself. He just couldn't come up with a solution for any of it.