The Peake Sisters

Chapter 3: Meeting the Peake Sisters

She pulled her bike into an open garage bay and parked, then walked out to Starsky's car. "Would you like to come in for a minute? I need to tell my sister where I'll be and I'd like to change into some other clothes."

He followed her into the house where her sister greeted her. Meredith turned to introduce him, "This is my sister Mercedes. Sis, this is … is …" she said as she looked at him and realized she had never asked his name, "ah, the red car guy, ah..."

The two girls were definitely sisters, and they could almost pass for twins. They both had the same build, and the same button nose and dimples. Both had strawberry blonde hair, although Mercedes wore her hair long and straight versus the tight curls that Meredith sported. Now that they were in the light, he could see they each had deep green eyes, which were currently focused on him. "My name is Dave Starsky", he said and stepped forward offering his hand to her sister, "nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Starsky. Thank you for not giving us traffic tickets." She had a firm handshake, and smiled pleasantly at him.

"You never asked for my name", Meredith said looking at him.

"Didn't have to, I already know your name, Meredith."

"But how?"

"I'm a detective, I know how to get information." and he smiled and winked at her.

"Oh. Give me five minutes to throw on something nicer. I'll be right back."

He watched her bound up the stairway and disappear. Just as long as you lose that boxy leather jacket. Jeeze, what a butt! Girl, can't wait to get my hands on you. He looked over and noticed her sister watching him, and shot her a big smile. Glad you can't tell what I'm thinking.

He made small talk with Mercedes until Meredith returned. Starsky couldn't take his eyes off her as she came down the stairs dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a red blouse. Girl, you are definitely going to be fun to get naked with!

"Now remember", her sister started, "we have an early store meeting tomorrow. Dad said he wants everyone in attendance." She was speaking to her sister, but looking directly at Starsky. "Which means you shouldn't stay out too late tonight, understand?"

Starsky smiled, "Not to worry, I won't keep her out too late; we're just going to have dinner." Hmmm, maybe you could tell what I was thinking.

"Ok, ok." the younger one pouted back at her sister. "It's not like my being there or not is going to make much difference anyway. You know what daddy's going to do…" she stopped speaking and looked at her sister and frowned. She then turned and nodded her head at Starsky and said, "Come on, this way, let's go", and led him out a side door.

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They decided on Italian, and spent the next couple of hours getting to know one another. She had a fun, very bubbly personality, and Starsky was easily caught up in her enthusiasm. She spoke briefly of her mother's death but since she was only five years old, she didn't remember much. When she talked about her sister, he could feel the closeness they shared. She said that as they grew up it became more and more as if it was her and her sister against the world, especially after they became adults.

When he brought her home, they walked past a white Thunderbird convertible sitting in their driveway and Starsky paused to admire it. "Nice car, yours?"

"Oh no, that's Mercedes' car. It fits her, style and grace. Ever notice how much you can tell about people from what they drive?"

"And what's my car tell you about me?"

"The bright red says 'look at me, I'm in control', it's a powerful car, you've obviously worked on the engine, but the white stripe indicates 'I can also have fun'".

Starsky laughed, she was right. "So what car do you drive, and what does it say about you?"

Her eyes sparkled as she took his hand and led him to the garage. She flipped on the light and in the far bay of the garage; there was a shiny white mustang with red racing stripes. He let out a soft whistle as he walked around her car. "Nice, very nice. I think our cars should date, they'd look good together."

"Ya, I think you're right", she giggled back. "So, what do you think my car says about me?"

"Ah…" he turned to look at her. She was standing there, head slightly raised, jaw set and her twinkling eyes fastened on him, just waiting to hear what he had to say. He stepped toward her and said, "It says you're beautiful and you're fun and spunky", as he put his arms around her and kissed her softly.

She broke the kiss and just stared into his deep blue eyes for a moment then walked over and turned the garage lights off. "Now where were we again?"

Starsky took her into his arms more tightly this time and kissed her again. With the darkness came an abandonment that allowed their hands to explore more freely. She tugged his shirt out of his jeans and was lightly scratching his back with her fingernails. He gathered his resolve and broke their kiss. He wasn't going to do anything here in the garage, so he decided he'd better stop before things went any further.

"I know", she said, bringing her hands up to his face. She ran her fingers into his curly hair and pulled his head back down into another demanding kiss.

Your body feels so good. Ah, gotta stop this before it goes further, before I lose my control. He moaned, broke their kiss again, and stepped back. "You have an early meeting tomorrow, I should let you go." He took another deep breath, "Thank you again for dinner."

"You're right. Thank you for a nice evening. I'm glad we finally got to meet", she answered as they moved out of the darkness of the garage.

"Don't forget to ask your sister about tomorrow night," and added in his Bogie voice, "I'm looking forward to seeing you again, schweetheart."

She giggled and returned his good night.

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Starsky had been correct; her sister was waiting up for her. Mercedes was in the kitchen getting a glass of milk when Meredith walked in the door. "Have a nice dinner?"

"Yes. Oh my God, can that man kiss!" She held her stomach, "Felt butterflies, everywhere!"

"Really? He seemed nice."

"He is, you know I should call Mitch to see if he knows Dave. Oh, and he'd like to take us both out to dinner tomorrow night."

"Both of us?"

"Well, him and his partner. Oh please sis, I really want to see him again."

"I suppose. Ok. Might be nice to have dinner with a gentleman, it's been awhile."

"Thanks! What'd you end up doing this evening?"

"Not much. Basically sat around and worried about what dad is going to announce tomorrow morning. Trying to figure out what my next steps should be if the worst happens."

"Come on, daddy couldn't do that to you... to us."

"Don't be so sure, Mike has a lot of pull with dad."

"But he's an idiot!"

"I know, but he's dad's son. The honored male son that will carry on the family name, etcetera, etcetera…"

"Oh please, daddy wouldn't do that to us."

"Meredith sit down. Dad and I had a long discussion today after the shop closed. We need to talk."

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Starsky was humming as he entered the squad room the next morning. He got himself some coffee and brought the pot over to refill Hutch's cup. "Morning partner", he quipped, then started flipping through the files piled on his side of the desk.

"Well, aren't we in a good mood this morning? What's up?"

"Oh, nothin' much! You don't have any plans for tonight yet, do you?"

"No, why?" Hutch looked at him suspiciously.

"Might have dates lined up for us."

"Oh? Who?" Hutch couldn't catch his partner's eyes; Starsky was intentionally not looking at him. "Starsk?"

"Mercedes and Meredith Peake", he finally replied, looking Hutch straight in the eyes, "Interested?"

"So that's where you were last night?"

"Yup."

"And?"

"Very nice ladies."

"And?"

"Meredith is checking to see if they can join us for dinner tonight."

"Meredith?"

"Ya, we talked all evening, she wasn't stalking me, nor was she trying to challenge me to a drag race." Starsky straightened up, and puffed out his chest, "she loves my car and thinks I'm cute, and was trying to ask me out, but kept getting cold feet. That's why she'd pull up by the car and just stare at me."

"Uh huh?" Hutch wasn't sure, he still was suspicious.

Starsky then went on to fill him in on his evening and the two Peake sisters.

Hutch finally agreed to the double date. The partners took the two sisters out to dinner that evening and Hutch had to admit everything Mitch and Scott said was true; these two were indeed intelligent, charming, and quite attractive.