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LIFE CHANGES

by

Abigail Crabtree

The blond detective suddenly felt the room closing in on him.  I can't believe this.  What the hell am I going to do?  He watched as the door closed and he was left alone.  Never did like lawyers.  I've got to get out of here.  I need to think.  Grabbing the large envelope the lawyer had left with him, Hutch practically bolted from the interrogation room.  Never in his wildest dreams would he have guessed what the young and nervous attorney needed to discuss with him when he had shown him into the interrogation room. 

Returning to his desk, Hutch grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair.  His mind was racing in so many directions he couldn't think straight.  Seeing Minnie across the room, he yelled, "Minnie, tell Starsky I had to leave for a while."  Not sure where his partner had gone, Hutch couldn't wait around to find him.  What would I tell him, anyway?  Before Minnie had a chance to reply, Hutch was gone.

The troubled detective drove aimlessly, not really caring where he ended up.  He thought about stopping by Huggy's for a beer, but he knew one beer wouldn't be enough.  All the beer in the world can't fix the mess I'm facing.  I need some time to think.  How the hell am I going to explain this to Starsky?  Why now, when things are going so well for both of us?  After all we've been through...  Okay, I know there's more to consider here than what I want or even what Starsky wants, but damn it, why now?  I'm not sure I'm ready for this.  Not sure I'll ever be.  This just wasn't part of the plan for our future.

Starsky looked around the room, wondering where his partner had disappeared to.  The leather jacket that had been draped over the back of Hutch's chair was gone.  "Hey, Minnie, did Hutch say where he was going?"

"No, he just said to tell you that he had to leave for a while.  He was gone before I had a chance to ask him anything."

"That's strange."  Starsky sat down at his desk, puzzled about Hutch's sudden disappearance.  It's not like Hutch to just take off without saying anything to me. 

"Yeah, you know, he was acting sort of strange, too.  Well, maybe not strange, but he sure looked upset.  Maybe he received some bad news from that guy that came in to talk to him."

"What guy?  What did he want?"  Starsky didn't like the uneasy feeling that was taking hold. 

"I don't know who he was or what he wanted.  He walked in, asked for Detective Hutchinson; I pointed to him, and that's about all I know.  Except a few seconds later they went into one of the interrogation rooms.  I didn't notice when the man left but when Hutch came out, he grabbed his jacket and said to tell you he had to leave for a while."  Minnie shook her head.  "Sorry, Starsky, I don't know anything else.  He'll probably be back soon."

"That's okay, thanks, Minnie."  Starsky glanced at the clock on the wall.  It was almost quitting time.  I'll wait around a few minutes for Hutch and then go on home.  It couldn't be anything serious or he would've told me.  No reason to worry.  Or is there?

Starsky waited another forty-five minutes, but still no Hutch.  Still trying not to worry, he straightened up his desk and headed for home.  Making his way through the parking garage, even now-eighteen months after being gunned down by Gunther's men-he still felt a chill run through his body.  Pausing before unlocking the door of the Torino, he took a careful look around.  He hadn't felt safe since that day over a year ago.  Neither of them had.  Which reminded him he didn't know where his partner had gone.  Where are you, Hutch?  Are you safe?

Twenty minutes later, Starsky pulled into the driveway of the home he now shared with Hutch.  Kind of funny, but I always feel safe here.  This is our home.  Dismayed that Hutch's car wasn't there, the feeling of apprehension he'd been trying to push aside flared again.  He tried to tell himself there was nothing to worry about.  Hutch was probably doing the grocery shopping, which had been the reason they had each taken their own cars this morning.  But who was the man who'd come to see Hutch?

Starsky attempted to keep his mind off Hutch by doing a load of laundry and starting dinner.  When these tasks were finished, he sank down onto the couch.  This is so unlike Hutch.  Ever since Gunther's attack, we've always known where the other was going and how to get hold of each other.  Damn it, I wish I knew who that man at the station was.

Hutch had been driving about an hour, his mind racing almost as fast as the car's engine.  His eyes barely registered the miles of orange groves he was passing as he drove toward the foothills.  No matter how far or how fast I drive, I can't change a damn thing.  It's my problem, my responsibility, and I can't ignore it.  I just hope this doesn't change things between Starsky and me.  I couldn't stand to lose him.  I almost lost him once.

Pulling into a scenic overlook, Hutch turned off the engine and leaned back against the seat.  Any other time, he would have lost himself in the view, happy just to be out of the smog-filled city.  Now, all he could think about was how today's revelation would affect his relationship with Starsky.  My relationship with Starsky is the most precious thing in the world to me.  Neither of us would've thought the day would come when we'd both give up women and commit to each other.  Hutch smiled just thinking about how far they had come.  They had realized their true feelings for each other just weeks before Gunther's men had tried to end their lives.  And, dear God, they very nearly did end Starsky's.  They wouldn't have had to come back and make another attempt on my life.  It would've been over anyway, if Starsky hadn't by some miracle pulled through.  I now believe that it's entirely possible to die from a broken heart.  A person can't live without their heart, and Starsk has become my heart.

Thinking of Starsky, Hutch realized his partner would be worried to death by now.  How could I have been so reckless as to rush out of there without letting Starsky know?  The thought of Starsky pacing around, working himself into a frenzy prompted Hutch into action.  Starting the car, he pulled back out onto the road.  This time heading toward home.  Somehow, I'll find the words to explain all of this. 

Wanting to ease Starsky's mind as quickly as possible, Hutch turned in to a coffee shop.  Ordering a coffee to go, he dug in his pocket for some change for the payphone.  The phone was picked up on the first ring.  He's been waiting for the phone to ring.  He's been sitting there worrying about me.

"Hutch?"  Starsky's voice sounded worried, he was almost afraid to hear what the voice on the other end would say.

"Yeah, it's me.  I'm sorry, Starsk."

"What are you sorry for?" 

"Sorry, for worrying you.  I should have told you I was leaving the station."

"It doesn't matter.  Just tell me you're okay."  As relieved as he was at hearing Hutch's voice, Starsky knew something was wrong.

"Starsk, I'll be home in an hour or so and we'll talk then, okay?  I just want to get home now.  I'm okay...I need your help." 

Starsky listened as the phone on the other end was hung up.  "I'm here for you-whatever you need, buddy." 

The next hour and a half seemed to drag on for both men.  Starsky paced from the kitchen to the living room and back so many times he was sure he had worn a trail in the floor.  He'd tried watching television, but nothing held his attention.  His only interest was Hutch and the events that had led to his leaving the station without a word.

Hutch was regretting the impulsive act of rushing out of town.  I should've just waited until after our shift and then gone home and talked it all out with Starsky.  That's the way our relationship is supposed to work.  But it just came out of nowhere.  I was in shock; hell, I'm still in shock. 

Hutch resisted the temptation to throw the mars light on the top of the car.  Just relax, I talked to Starsky, now he can quit worrying.  Now I just need to calm down.  

Hearing Hutch's car in the driveway, Starsky halted his pacing.  As if rooted to the spot and afraid to move, he waited for Hutch to come through the door.

Hutch opened the door, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief.  I'm home.  The sight of Starsky standing there reminded him that Starsky just might be a little pissed off at him for taking off.  But then Starsky smiled, and Hutch knew everything was going to be okay.

"Welcome home, partner.  Hope you're hungry, I've kept dinner warm."  Starsky's voice held no anger, just relief and happiness at having Hutch home.

"You're not mad at me?" 

"No, I'm not mad.  But I do wish you would've just come to me with whatever it was that sent you running.  You ready to tell me about it?"

"Yeah, there's no point putting it off any longer."  Hutch wandered over to the couch and collapsed onto it, dropping the envelope he held in his hand on the cushion next to him.

"Marianne Owens is dead.  She was killed in a car accident in Chicago a few days ago." 

Starsky could tell from the tremble in Hutch's voice that the news of Marianne's death had affected him deeply.  "Man, I'm really sorry, Hutch.  I know you cared about her."

"I cared, but not enough and not in the right way.  I really messed up there, Starsk."  Hutch leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. 

"You tried.  You did your best."  Starsky hated to see those old wounds being opened up again.

"No, Starsky, I fucked up big time with Marianne.  More than I even knew." 

"You want to explain that to me?"  Starsky joined his friend on the couch.

"Marianne's attorney came to see me today.  I have to go to Chicago.  It seems Marianne left me something."

A puzzled Starsky stared at the blond sitting next to him.  He was as confused as Hutch sounded.  He knew Marianne didn't have much.  "She left you something?  What?"

Hutch let out a long, audible breath.  "She left me a daughter."  No longer able to sit still, Hutch got to his feet.  Looking down at his partner, he shook his head slowly.  "Can you believe it?  I'm a father.  What the hell am I going to do?"  Hutch's tone had gotten a little louder, and he was clearly feeling a sense of panic.

"Hutch, it's not the end of the world.  Lots'a guys are fathers." 

" I know that, but I don't know the first thing about being father.  Starsk, we're talking about a little girl.  A very little girl.  What the hell am I supposed to do with her?" 

"I don't know.  Whatever fathers do with little girls."  If it weren't for the fact that Hutch was so upset, Starsky would have found the situation slightly amusing.  But he knew this was serious.  "Just love her and take care of her.  I think the two of us should be able to handle one very little girl-your little girl."

"The two of us?"  Hearing those words, Hutch felt some of his burden lift. 

"Well, you don't think I'd leave a poor, helpless little girl in the care of a man who doesn't know the first thing about being a father, do ya?"

"Starsky, this is serious.  Neither one of us is prepared to take on a child, let alone a small child.  What do we do with her when we're working?  There are just so many things..."  Hutch's voice trailed off.  "I just don't know, Starsk."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, as long as you don't ask me how this happened." 

"Don't worry.  I've known for some time now where babies come from."  Starsky couldn't help laugh at the look of annoyance on Hutch's face.  "Lighten up a little, buddy.  What's done is done.  What I really wanted to ask you was if you had any doubts that you're the father?"

"No, I don't think Marianne would pull anything like that.  But just to be sure, I'll do the blood test thing."

"Hey, what's her name?  How old is she?"

"Huh?"

"The baby, what's her name?  When was she born?" 

"Oh.  I was so stunned I only heard half of what the lawyer was telling me.  Everything's in that envelope there.  I could use a beer."

Hutch would have liked nothing better than to sit down and drink himself into oblivion.  But unfortunately, I know only too well that sooner or later I have to face this thing head on.

Starsky watched as Hutch crossed the room and headed for the kitchen.  "How about something to eat?

"In a while." 

Starsky opened the envelope and found the birth certificate.  "Hey!  Her name's Katherine Marie Owens.  That's nice, huh?"

"What did you say, Starsk?"  Hutch had decided that the smell of the chicken Starsky had roasted earlier was more than he could resist. 

"I said her name is Katherine Marie.  Nice, huh?"  Starsky joined Hutch in the kitchen and stood watching as Hutch started slicing some of the chicken that had been kept warm in the oven.

"Yeah, it is nice."  Hutch smiled for the first time since the lawyer had presented him with the news that would forever change his life. 

"You're not gonna believe this." 

"What?"  Hutch watched as Starsky's face paled slightly and then a soft smile crossed his face. 

"She was born on May 15, 1979."  Starsky's voice was almost a whisper.  "Hutch, she was born right about the time I was shot.  Can you believe that?"

"My God."  Hutch sank down onto a kitchen chair.  Both men were silent for a few moments, lost in their memories of that horrific day.  Memories that, despite the passage of almost eighteen months, were still etched so clearly in their minds.

Barely able to manage a hoarse whisper, Starsky said, "You know, I think that's kinda nice.  It's like someone didn't want you to be alone."  Starsky rubbed Hutch's taut shoulders.  "Now we have a new and much nicer event to associate with that day."  Starsky continued his gentle massaging of Hutch's shoulders.  "Relax, babe.  This isn't some devastating tragedy, you know.  It's something nice."

"I don't think the word relax is going to be part of my vocabulary for many years to come."  Hutch leaned back, enjoying the feel of Starsky's hands.  "I love you, Starsk."

"I love you, too.  We can do this, Hutch.  Me and thee and baby makes three."

"Starsky, damn it, are you taking this seriously?  This isn't some kind of game.  This is serious, very serious."

"I know it's serious.  You're almost acting like you don't want your own daughter."

Hutch turned and stared into the eyes of his partner.  "Did I ever say I didn't want her?  Do you really think I would just walk away and leave my child to be shuffled around the foster care system?  Most fathers get nine months to prepare for this, Starsky.  I just found out a few hours ago that I'm going to be taking care of an eighteen-month-old girl." 

Hutch shoved back the chair he was sitting in, nearly knocking down Starsky who was standing behind it.  "I'll admit I'm scared.  I can't afford to fuck this up.  I can't let Marianne down again.  I can't let my daughter down..."  Hutch finished his beer and grabbed another from the refrigerator. 

"Hutch, you won't let your daughter down.  I know you won't.  Marianne knew that, too, or she wouldn't have wanted you to raise her."  Starsky hated to see Hutch hurting like this.  He took Hutch's face in his hands.  "You can do it.  And you'll do it right.  You're a good man, Hutch, and you'll do the right thing by this child.  Your child.  You know I'll help you all I can.  You won't be alone.  We'll be in this together."

Hutch closed his eyes tightly, attempting to grab hold of the rush of emotions that threatened at any moment to send tears rolling down his cheeks.  "Thanks."  Hutch managed to choke out.  Then his arms reached out, and Starsky knew what his partner needed. 

They held each other tightly, Starsky's lips gently brushing against Hutch's.  "Everything's going to be okay.  Trust me?"

"You know I do.  And believe me it helps a lot to know you're with me.  I wish I had as much faith in me as you do, but I just can't help being terrified."

"Once we get organized, things won't look so bleak.  When do you have to go to Chicago?"

"Soon.  By tomorrow night, if possible." 

"We have lots of planning to do.  Let's sit down and eat while we work on those plans."

Starsky finished slicing the chicken Hutch had started.  "Grab the salad out of the refrigerator."  Within minutes, the two men were eating.

"You know what we need is someone who knows the ropes.  An experienced parent."  Starsky wiped his hands on a napkin. 

"I guess I don't know too many experienced parents." 

Starsky chuckled softly.  "You're not using your head, Dad.  We know two really good parents-Edith and Harold Dobey." 

Flushing slightly at the "Dad" remark, Hutch nodded.  "The Dobey's are great parents.  Guess, I'll have to spring this on them and plead for all the help and advice I can get.  I have to talk to Dobey in the morning about some time off to pick up Katherine, and, if Edith has time, I'll go by and see her, too."

"Good, and while you're at it, you might want to ask for a few extra days off.  Might be a good idea to spend some time getting to know your daughter."

"I don't know about that, Starsk.  I don't want to leave you without a partner."  What you really mean is you're scared to trust his safety to anyone else. 

"Hey, I promise I'll be careful and I won't overdo.  Really, Hutch, take a week or two with Katherine.  I'll be okay." 

Sighing deeply, Hutch gave in.  "Okay.  I'll talk to Dobey in the morning and then ask about seeing Edith during my lunch.  I'm going to hold you to your promise to be careful.  First night you drag in here looking like you've been hit by a semi, it's all over, buddy."  Hutch shook a warning finger in Starsky's direction.

"Yep, you're gonna make a great dad."  Starsky grinned, thankful that Hutch was relaxing even slightly.  "I can spend the weekend setting up the spare room for Katherine."  We'll need to make a list of what we're gonna need."

"Good idea.  I guess I should call and arrange for a flight to Chicago.  Thanks, Starsk."

"Thanks for what?" 

"For just being you and always being there for me." 

"No place I'd rather be.  It's getting late.  Why don't you grab a shower, while I clean up out here?"

"No way, Starsk.  You cooked; I'll clean up.  I'll take a shower after you." 

"Okay, I'm not gonna argue with you.  The kitchen's all yours." 

"Glad to hear it; it wouldn't have done you any good to argue with me anyway.  Just save me some hot water." 

"Okay, partner."  Starsky paused at the doorway.  "Hutch, don't be out here brooding and worrying now.  Really, you're gonna do fine."

"I guess I'll just have to take your word for that, Starsk."  He motioned toward the door.  "Go on, get out of here."

Tidying up the bathroom after his shower, Hutch stood and stared into the mirror.  I don't think I look much like a father.  Maybe I should cut my hair and get rid of the mustache?  Just the thought of shaving off his mustache brought a smile to Hutch's worried face.  Can't shave it, Starsky thinks it's sexy.  Maybe I'll think about a haircut.

"Hey, Hutch, what's taking you so long?"

"Oh, I was just thinking of shaving off the mustache and getting a haircut."  Entering the bedroom, Hutch found Starsky sitting on the edge of the bed with pen and paper in hand.

"Shave off your mustache?  No way!  I happen to love your mustache.  Makes you look sexy.  Feels pretty sexy, too."  Starsky shook his head.  "Nope, the mustache stays."

"Okay, you win for now.  What's with the paper and pen?"  Hutch sat down on the bed next to Starsky. 

"I'm making a list of some of the things I'll need to do this weekend.  I think I'm gonna paint Katherine's room pink.  A little girl should have a pretty room."

"Starsky, you're going to make a great mom.  Now can we turn off the lights and get some sleep?  We do still have to work tomorrow."

Laughing, and grabbing a pillow, Starsky smacked Hutch twice alongside the head.  "Watch it, buddy."

"And you'll make a great playmate for Katherine."  Hutch grabbed the pillow, whacking Starsky once with it and placing it back on the bed.  "Now can we please get some sleep?"  The trace of laughter in Hutch's voice gave away the fact that he wasn't really irritated.

Once they were both settled in bed, Starsky reached up and switched off the lamp that sat on the night table.  "Happy now?"

"Not yet."  Throwing his arm across Starsky's chest, Hutch pulled him closer and then snuggled up tight against him.  "Okay, now I'm happy." 

Smiling, Starsky stroked the still damp head that now rested on his chest.  "I'm happy, too.  You feelin' any better about things?" 

"Yeah, I think I am, thanks to you."  Hutch delivered a few well-placed sensuous nips to Starsky's chest, making sure his mustache brushed against the bare skin.  I'm feeling much better."

"I think I can make you feel even better."  Starsky's voice was low and purposefully seductive as his hands caressed the length of Hutch's back, pausing only briefly before moving, and firmly kneading Hutch's ass cheeks through the cotton briefs.

Hutch groaned softly as he pulled away slightly.  "I'm sure you can, partner, but I'm just not sure I'm up to it tonight.  It's been one hell of a day."

"And that's exactly why you need me to make you feel better."  Starsky eased Hutch onto his back and began licking one rigid little nipple, while gently tugging on the other with his fingers.  Feeling the nipples harden to his touch, Starsky grinned, thinking how he knew all the little tricks to make Hutch lose his usual reserved calm.  And judging from the sounds coming from Hutch, he was doing just that.

Starsky moved his hand slowly down Hutch's smooth chest until he found his rapidly growing erection.  Shoving the briefs down and out of the way, Starsky could feel the pulsing organ grow larger in his hand as he began the familiar pumping motion.  Within seconds, Hutch's hips and Starsky's hand had found a rhythm that was sending the blond quickly to the edge.  Watching Hutch as he arched and writhed in sweet torment had Starsky groaning out loud right along with him.  Both men were breathing heavily and a faint sheen of perspiration coated Hutch's face. 

Crying out Starsky's name, Hutch stiffened as his climax ripped through him.  Starsky felt the warm, sticky fluid as it cascaded through his fingers.  Seeing a faint smile on Hutch's now relaxed face, Starsky asked, "Now don't you feel a lot better?" 

"Oh, yeah, I'm feeling real good.  Am I still alive?"  Hutch cracked open an eye to look at his lover.  Seeing the look of love on Starsky's face made Hutch realize just how lucky he was.  And nothing or no one could change that.

"Now it's your turn to feel good.  You name it, I'll do it."  Hutch hoped that Starsky could see love reflected in his face, too.

"Really?  Anything I want?"  Starsky gave Hutch a wicked grin.

"Yep, anything."  Hutch grinned back.

"Well, there's two things I want.  The first one is a kiss."

Hutch eagerly pulled Starsky to him, his tongue sending shivers through the other's body as he licked and nibbled at Starsky's lips.  Then his mouth covered Starsky's completely with a demanding kiss that left both men breathless.

"And the second thing?"  Hutch was anxious to do whatever Starsky wanted of him.

"The second thing is for you lay your head down here..."  Starsky patted his upper chest, "...and then I want you to close your eyes and go to sleep."

"What?"  Hutch couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You heard me.  Tonight was just for you.  Now tomorrow night, that's going to be for me.  I expect lots of kinky stuff from you and that glorious, sexy mustache."  Starsky patted his chest.  "Now put your head down here and let's get some sleep."

"You're crazy.  You know that, don't you?"

"Crazy in love, partner, crazy in love."

The next morning, Hutch was the first one up.  After putting on the coffee, he made the necessary arrangements to fly to Chicago, with a return flight the following afternoon.  Thinking about how understanding his partner was being about this sudden turn of events, he wanted to do something nice for Starsky.  Food was always a good choice.

Fifteen minutes later, Starsky awoke to the aroma of frying bacon and freshly brewed coffee.  With a smile on his face, he stretched lazily.  How did I get so lucky this morning?

After a quick shower, Starsky bounded into the kitchen, dark curls still dripping water.  "Hey, I'm starving.  What's the occasion, anyway?" 

"No occasion.  Just a little thank you."  Hutch poured coffee into two cups.  "You're not complaining, are you?"

"Complaining?  Me?"  Starsky was busy heaping his plate with eggs and bacon.  "But thanks for what?"

Hutch smiled as he watched Starsky stuff himself.  "Thanks for handling things so well.  I don't think I could face any of this without you as back-up, buddy."

"Hey, that's what partners are for."  Starsky flashed Hutch a lopsided grin and then reached for some more bacon.  "But I do appreciate the breakfast."

During the ride to the station, Starsky could tell Hutch was getting more nervous with each passing mile.  The blond kept shifting in the seat, trying to get comfortable. 

"Are we a little nervous this morning?" Starsky asked, as his partner shifted yet again. 

"No, we are not a little nervous.  We are a lot nervous.  I feel like a teenager who has to tell his dad he got some girl pregnant." 

Starsky laughed at his partner's remark.  "It's not quite that bad.  I mean you're not a teenager, and Dobey's not your dad."

"No, I'm not a teenager.  I'm a grown man.  That makes it even worse.  And come to think of it, I still do have to tell my father."  Hutch now sat slumped in the seat.

"It's not like he's gonna ground you or anything.  And I don't think even I could be lucky enough that he'd take away your car." 

"That's the beauty of my car, Starsk.  No one else would want it," Hutch retorted, doing his best to hold back a grin. 

Once at work, Starsky watched as his partner fidgeted nervously, tapping his pen anxiously on his desk and running his hands through his hair, then getting up to pace briefly and then back to his seat and tapping his pen. 

"Hutch, relax, will you?"  Starsky could see that his partner was turning into a nervous wreck waiting to speak to Dobey.

"Easy for you to say, you don't have to go in there and explain to Dobey that you're suddenly a father.  A father by a woman involved in a case we were working on.  A woman who is now dead, leaving you a child."

The door to Dobey's office opened, and Hutch dropped the pen he had been furiously tapping.  "Hutchinson, you wanted to talk to me?"

Getting to his feet was no easy task for the blond.  Practically tripping over his own feet, he stumbled, barely managing to keep himself from falling.  "Yes, sir, I do need to talk to you."

Watching with some amusement as his flustered and somewhat red-faced partner finally made it into Dobey's office, Starsky wondered how long before the stuttering would begin.

Forty-five minutes later, it was Starsky who found himself getting nervous.  What's taking so long?  The thought had actually crossed his mind to wander over near Dobey's door to see if he could hear anything.  Somehow he managed to restrain himself. 

Hearing the door to Dobey's office open, Starsky turned to see Dobey and Hutch standing just inside the door, both smiling and nodding.  Puzzled, but relieved, Starsky sat patiently waiting for the two men to wind up their conversation.  He watched as Dobey patted Hutch on the back and then closed his office door.

Guess things went well with Dobey?"  Starsky could see that Hutch looked a lot less nervous and more like his old self.

"Yeah, once he got over the initial shock, he was quite nice about things.  He did manage to get in a small lecture on getting involved with Marianne, though.  But then he offered to help out any way he could."  Hutch smiled.  "he even called Edith, and I'm going to see her later.  She also said she'd do anything she could to help.  Thanks for reminding me about the Dobeys."  Hutch patted Starsky's shoulder and took his seat.  "I'd better get these reports finished up.  Starting this afternoon I'm on leave for two weeks."

"Hutch, that's great.  I'm glad you're going to take some time to get to know your daughter.  I mean, the poor baby just lost her mother, so it'll be important that she has her father now."  Starsky shook his head sadly.  "It's just not fair, is it?"

"No, it's not fair.  I just hope I'll be enough for her."

Seeing that Hutch was about to start wallowing in his fears concerning his daughter, Starsky quickly changed the subject.  "Hey, you better get moving on those reports so you can get out of here.  You have lots to do."

"Yeah, I do."  Hutch went back to the reports spread out in front of him.  After making a couple of notations on one of the reports, he paused.  "I've got to call Gail, that friend of Marianne's who's taking care of Katherine.  Let her know when I'll be arriving to pick up Katherine."

"That would probably be a good idea.  What're you waiting for?"

"Yeah, okay."  Hutch pulled the paper that had the phone number written on it out of his pocket.

Later, after grabbing a quick lunch together, Starsky dropped off Hutch at home and then went back to the station.  Dobey had discussed teaming him up with a temporary partner while Hutch was off.  While normally Starsky would have objected strongly to such an idea, this time he was going along with it.  Not just for Hutch's sake, which was the main reason, but Starsky had no desire to be stuck doing paperwork for the next few weeks.  I'll take this temporary partner and keep Hutch from worrying, and it'll keep me from going crazy sitting here at my desk.

After spending several hours with Edith Dobey, discussing all the different aspects of child rearing that Edith felt important for Hutch to know, Hutch's head was swimming.  But he did feel a lot better knowing he could count on Edith.  She had promised to help him out the first few days with Katherine and had also promised to see what she could do about finding someone to watch her when he had to go back to work.  Despite being a bit overwhelmed by all that Edith had gone over with him, he had to admit he was feeling slightly better about things.  Not that he wasn't still somewhat daunted at the prospect of raising a daughter, but with the support of his friends he had begun to believe it could be done and done right.

That evening over dinner, the two men shared the events of their day.  Hutch was relieved to hear that Starsky was going along with the idea of a temporary partner.  "Knowing that you're going to have a partner makes me feel a lot better about taking time off."

Starsky laughed.  "yeah, I figured it would keep us both from going crazy.  So how did things go with Edith today?" 

"Good.  She's going to do some shopping for Katherine so we'll have what we need when we arrive back here Saturday night.  She's already looking for someone to watch Katherine while we're both at work."  Hutch gave a nervous laugh, as he got to his feet and began to clear the dishes from the table.  "Who would've figured I'd need the services of a babysitter?" 

"Hey, let me take care of the dishes while you get ready for your trip." 

Not many words were spoken on the drive to the airport that evening.  Starsky had attempted some light conversation, but Hutch had only mumbled a few one-word answers and Starsky had given up.  Pulling into a parking space, Starsky took a quick glance around.  Seeing no one in the immediate vicinity, he leaned over and softly kissed Hutch's lips.  "I love you, Hutch, and everything is gonna be okay.  Relax, you're not going to your execution."

"Yeah, I know.  And I'm really sorry that I'm being such a jerk about all this.  I just need a little time to adjust to the whole idea, I guess."  Hutch pushed a stray curl off Starsky's forehead.  "Starsk, I have to know if you're really okay with all of this."

"Why wouldn't I be?  What do you mean?" 

"I mean, how do you really feel about suddenly finding out I've got a child?  How do you feel about her coming to live with us?"  Hutch watched Starsky's face intently for any signs that he might be troubled by anything.  "It doesn't bother you that this child is the result of not much more than a one-night stand?"  Hutch leaned his head back against the seat.  "I don't want this to change things between us.  I don't want this to change the way you feel about me."  

"You don't seriously think that Katherine is going to change my feelings for you, do you?  If you think I'm jealous or something, forget it.  The thing with Marianne is in the past-before you and I made any kind of commitment.  Not that I don't think you fucked things up badly by getting involved with her the way you did, but that's in the past, too."  Starsky pulled Hutch close, settling the blond's head on his shoulder and idly fingering the fine strands of hair.  "I love you.  Nothing's gonna change that.  Certainly not some little girl that most likely in some way is going to remind me of you."  Starsky laughed.  "I haven't even met this kid, but I know I love her already."

Hutch smiled, feeling a sudden rush of relief.  He hadn't fully realized how terrified he was that somehow Starsky wasn't being entirely honest with him.  That maybe Starsky had been hiding his true feelings.  I should have known better, that's not Starsky's style.  I really believe he's looking forward to this.

"I can't believe you had any doubts that I was being straight with you." 

"Yeah, pretty silly, huh?  But I've come to my senses now." 

Starsky grinned.  "Good, because you have a plane to catch and a baby to bring home."

"You're right, let's go."  Hutch opened his car door, reaching into the backseat to grab his bag. 

They had only been in the airport a few minutes when Hutch's flight was announced.  "I guess this is it, huh?"  Hutch swallowed nervously. 

"Looks that way, partner."

As the passengers began to file onto the plane, the thought briefly crossed Hutch's mind to flee from the airport.  But before he could make an actual decision, he found himself wrapped tightly in a hug.  Starsky released him, grinning broadly, and then shoved him toward the area where the passengers were boarding.  "get out of here.  Be sure to keep in mind that I love you, and everything is going to work out."  Nodding, Hutch managed a weak smile, as he turned and entered the plane.

The next day was a flurry of activity at the home shared by the two detectives.  The Dobey family had arrived bright and early in the morning.  Edith was determined that things would be in shipshape when Hutch arrived home that afternoon with his daughter.  What had once been a spare room was quickly being transformed into a bedroom for a small girl.  Where once had hung blue plaid drapes, now hung pink frilly curtains.  The old furniture had been replaced with a crib, dresser, changing table, and rocking chair.  The Dobeys had also brought over a twin bed.  Edith had explained that Katherine would soon be outgrowing the crib.  The bed was stored in the garage for when that day arrived.  Once satisfied that the bedroom was coming along, Edith sent her husband and children home. 

"Okay, David, all we need to do now is get the shopping done.  I've made a list and it shouldn't take us too long.  We'll have everything ready for that baby by the time you pick up Ken at the airport." 

"You are one amazing woman, Edith Dobey."  

"You're not just now figuring that out, are you, David?"  Edith laughed as she reached for her purse that was sitting on the coffee table.  "Now, are you ready to do some shopping?"

"Lead the way."  Starsky opened the front door and followed behind Edith.

As the cab pulled up in front of the house, Hutch wiped his sweating palms on his pant legs.  I've never been so nervous in my life.  Getting out of the cab, he fumbled for his wallet, and pulling out some bills he paid the driver.  As the cab pulled away, Hutch turned to look at the small house.  Never had a house seemed so intimidating to him.  As he made his way up the short walkway, he was reminded of Starsky's words-"Relax, you're not going to your execution."  Well, buddy, let me tell you, it sure seems like it right now.

Taking a deep breath, Hutch knocked lightly on the front door.  The door was opened almost immediately by an attractive young woman with a warm smile.  "Hi, you must be Ken.  I'm Gail.  Come on in." 

As much as Hutch wanted to return the friendly greeting, he couldn't seem to concentrate on anything but the sight of the small blonde child that the woman was straddling on her hip.  The big pair of innocent blue eyes seemed to be studying him intently.  And then the smile-a smile that lit up the sweetest, most angelic face Hutch thought he had ever laid eyes on.  But the smile is what really got to him.  That smile went right to his heart.  And then the words, "Hi there," in a cheerful little voice, and Hutch knew his heart now belonged to his daughter.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" 

Hutch forced his attention back to the woman and managed to choke out the words, "yes, she is.  She's perfect." 

"Come on in and let's get you introduced to your daughter." 

Closing the door, Gail motioned Hutch into the living room.  "I've been telling Katie that her daddy would be coming for her."

"Katie?"  Hutch sat down on the sofa as Gail placed the child on the floor. 

"Yeah, Marianne shortened Katherine to Katie.  She thought Katie was better suited for a child." 

"I think it fits her."  Hutch watched as his daughter moved around the room on her sturdy little legs.  He found himself captivated by the sight of the constantly moving child.  "She's amazing." 

"That she is."  Gail laughed as Katie lost her balance and landed on her bottom with a shocked look on her face.  The little face showed signs of impending tears, but then with a loud giggle she crawled over to the sofa where Hutch sat and, using his legs for support, pulled herself back to her feet. 

Hutch smiled down at the child, and then, almost fearfully, he picked her up and placed her on his lap.  He relaxed a bit when she seemed okay with being on his lap.  She seemed content to just sit quietly.  Then after a few seconds, she reached for his mustache, pulling herself closer to get a better look at his face.  She rubbed her face against his mustache, giggling softly. 

"Katie, this is daddy.  Can you say daddy?"  Gail was pointing at Hutch.

"Da."  Katie smiled up at Hutch.  "Da...Dada."  Katie laid her head on Hutch's shoulder and let out a soft, contented sigh. 

"Looks like you two will get along just fine."  Gail smiled at the sight of the blond man carefully holding the even blonder child. 

"I hope so."  Hutch stroked the soft blonde ringlets of hair that covered the small head so peacefully nestled on his shoulder.  "Tell me about Marianne.  Was she happy?  Did she hate me?  Why didn't she tell me about Katie?"  The many questions that had been tormenting him seemed to tumble out all at once.  "I'm sorry to be asking so many questions."

"It's okay.  It's understandable with this coming out of the blue like it did.  How about I make some coffee, and then I'll do my best to answer your questions?" 

"That would be great."  Hutch smiled, feeling more at ease than he had in a long time.

"Would you like me to take Katie?  She looks like she'll be asleep any minute now."

"If it's okay, I'd kind of like to hold her for a while."

Gail laughed.  "of course, it's okay; she's your daughter." 

"Oh, yeah."  Hutch laughed, too.  "This is going to take some getting used to.  I have to admit I don't have any real experience with kids.  Especially this size."

"I think you're going to do just fine.  And please feel free to call me any time." 

Hutch had finally allowed Katie to be taken from his arms and settled into her bed for a short nap. 

After two cups of coffee, Hutch had learned the answers to most of his questions. 

Marianne had been singing in one of the best jazz places in Chicago.  She was happy, but her greatest happiness had been her daughter.  Gail had assured him that, despite being hurt by Hutch, Marianne didn't hate him.  As a matter of fact, she had been talking about letting him know about his daughter shortly before her death.  Gail assured him that Marianne actually thought quite highly of him, that she knew he was a good man who would take care of his daughter. 

"If she hated you, she never would have made arrangements for you to have custody of Katie in the event of her death."   

"Thanks, I appreciate your being so open with me.  I just hope I'll be able to answer any questions Katie may have when she gets older."

"Something tells me you'll do just fine." 

"Well, I suppose I should be calling a cab.  Katie and I have a plane to catch in a couple of hours."  Hutch, glancing at the clock, hadn't realized how late it was.

"A cab won't be necessary.  I planned on driving the two of you to the airport myself."  Gail got to her feet.  "I have her bags packed.  I just need to pack some diapers and some juice for the flight."

"That's really nice of you."  Hutch had to admit a certain relief at postponing being alone with Katie, even if it was only for a little while.  He still wasn't sure he'd be able to handle any situation that might arise during the flight. 

As if reading his mind, Gail handed him a piece of paper.  "Here's a list of some of things you might need to know.  Things she likes to eat, things she likes to do-that sort of thing.  I'll get her up now and we'll feed her some lunch.  She really should be no problem for you on the plane."  Hutch tucked the paper into his pocket.  He knew he'd need all the help he could get.  

Gail was right; so far, Katie had been no problem on the flight.  Once settled in the seat, Hutch had entertained her for a while with a few of the toys Gail had included in the carry-on bag.  She had chatted away to herself or anyone who would listen.  Hutch had been surprised to hear a few actual words.  He hadn't given much thought to whether Katie talked or walked.  I've missed so much.  Her first step, her first tooth...and I still have my first diaper to change.  Guess there're a few things I wouldn't mind missing out on.  Wonder how Starsky is at changing diapers? 

Halfway into the flight, Katie, with her head once again settled comfortably on Hutch's shoulder, fell asleep.  It was difficult for Hutch to comprehend what he was feeling.  I never would've believed how good it feels to hold this child.  My child.  The fears that had been plaguing him since learning he was a father seemed to be fading into the background.  The only thing that mattered now was the soft, trusting little body he held in his arms.  It's like I've been given a chance to make up for some of my past screw-ups.  I'm going to be the best damn father I can possibly be.  This little girl is always going to know how loved she is. 

Katie stirred in his arms briefly, as she snuggled tighter against him.  Hutch found himself enthralled by the sight of the sleeping child.  I never could've imagined something being this beautiful or precious. 

Just as the fasten seatbelt announcement was heard, Katie opened her eyes and smiled up at Hutch.  "Hi there."

"Hi there.  Is that your favorite thing to say?"  Hutch laughed as Katie squirmed in his arms.  "The first time you say that to Starsky you're going to have him wrapped right around your little finger."   

Skidding to a halt in the first parking place he could find, Starsky bolted from the car.  In his haste, he nearly collided with an elderly woman coming toward him.  With a quick but sincere apology, Starsky continued on at a furious pace.  Hutch won't be happy that I'm late.  I can just see him tired and cranky trying to deal with a small child.  Nope, he's not gonna be too happy with me.

Starsky's anxiety concerning a highly irritated Hutch quickly turned to shock and amazement.  Hutch-his Hutch-had a smile on his face.  And he was slowly walking along, holding the small hand of one very blonde and very beautiful little girl.  Starsky watched as Hutch leaned down toward the child and said something to her quietly.  The little face looked up at him and smiled.  Starsky was captivated by the sight.  He's doing just fine.  He certainly looks more relaxed now than he did when he left.  I knew he could do it.

"Starsk!"  Hutch had spotted his partner.  "hey, where you been?  Katie and I have been waiting for you.  Katie, this is uncle Starsky."

Starsky tried to swallow the lump in his throat.  He seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

"Katie, can you say hi to uncle Starsky?"  Hutch picked up the child and pointed at Starsky who at least managed a smile.

Katie looked at Hutch then back at Starsky.  A soft giggle was followed by, "hi there... Stars."  Looking back at Hutch, she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.  But within seconds, she was squirming around to get another look at Starsky.

"Hi, yourself."  Starsky had finally found his voice once again.  "Man, Hutch.  She's...she's..."

Hutch laughed to see Starsky fumbling for words.  "I know exactly what you're trying to say, Starsk.  You want to grab our bags there so we can get going?"

"Oh, yeah, sure."  Starsky picked up the two bags.  "Let's get out of here."

Once at the car, Starsky proudly pointed to the back seat.  "Katie has her own seat."

Hutch looked in mock horror first at the Torino and then at Starsky.  "Starsky, a child's seat in your Torino?  Never thought I'd see the day."

"Funny, Hutch.  Just get her fastened in while I put the bags in the trunk."

Getting Katie in her car seat appeared to be easier said than done.  "No," Katie said loudly, as she struggled to remove herself from the seat. 

"Hey, Starsk, I don't think she likes this car seat idea." 

Starsky poked his head in the back seat, grinning at the commotion going on.  Katie was now wailing at the top of her lungs.  "Just handle it, dad."

Okay, just think for a minute.  You're the parent and she's the child.  So all you have to do is act like a parent.  Reason with her.

"Katie, sweetheart, you have to sit in your seat when you ride in the car.  You like to ride in the car, don't you?"  Hutch reached into the front seat where he had tossed the bag Gail had packed for their trip.  Finding the plastic bag that contained some animal crackers, Hutch gave Katie two-one for each hand.  Of course, a little bribery can't hurt either.  The cookies did the trick.  Hutch dried the tears from the small face and took his place in the front seat.  Something tells me bribing a child is the not best way to parent.  I think I need to read up on parenting skills.

"Good job, dad."  Starsky smiled over at his partner, who was sitting almost sideways in the seat so he could keep an eye on the child behind him. 

"Yeah, I think I may develop a real talent for bribery."  Hutch laughed softly, as he watched Katie take bites from eaach cookie.  "Something tells me I better not use that talent very often, or I could live to regret it."

"You'll learn as you go, partner."  Starsky glanced behind him at the now happy and contented child.  "Man, she is really something."

"Tell me about it.  One look at her, and I could feel myself melting.  I can't even explain how I felt, Starsk."  Hutch's face grew wistful.  "I got to admit, the rush of emotions I felt when seeing her for the first time included a few regrets.  I mean about Marianne.  But I'm not going to dwell on that.  Okay, at least I'm going to try."  Hutch grinned weakly, knowing full well he tended to dwell on anything he felt the least bit guilty about.   

Starsky let Hutch's remarks about his regrets slide by without comment.  He was more interested in the details of Hutch's first meeting with his daughter.  "So, Hutch, tell me about meeting Katie.  I want all the details."

"Details, huh?  Well, when Gail answered the door, she was holding Katie.  And I don't think my eyes ever left Katie.  Gail put her down on the floor, and I think I followed her every move and every step.  I just found her so incredibly fascinating.  But, Starsky, the best thing is holding her.  She snuggles up to you so trustingly."  Hutch shook his head almost in awe of the feelings his daughter brought out in him.  "I just never realized what it could be like."  

For a brief second, Starsky felt a slight surge of jealousy.  But he quickly brushed it away.  He knew full well he didn't have a thing to be jealous of.  The animated look on Hutch's face as he talked about Katie held so much love.  But Starsky knew he'd been on the receiving end of that same look many times.  He knew he'd never tire of it, and it didn't matter one bit if Katie was the cause of it.  Hutch, the new dad, was a beautiful sight in Starsky's eyes.

Hating to take his eyes off his radiant partner, Starsky forced himself to start the car.  "Guess we should get going, huh?"

"Yeah, I can't wait to get home."  Hutch settled back against the seat.

Katie chattered on in the back seat, as they pulled out into traffic and headed for home.

"Did you hear that?"  Starsky turned toward Hutch with a look of amazement on his face.  "She's saying real words."

"Yeah, Starsk, she's saying real words.  Something tells me that life is going to get real interesting real soon."

"Yeah, this is gonna be fun." 

"I didn't say fun; I said interesting."  Hutch laughed, enjoying Starsky's enthusiasm.

Before they knew it, they had arrived home and the front door burst open.  In the doorway, Hutch could see the whole Dobey family, Huggy, and next to him stood Minnie with a huge smile on her face.

"Looks like we've got quite a welcoming committee, Katie." 

Once inside the house, Katie quickly became the center of attention, and she seemed to enjoy every second of it.  She turned on the charm, smiling and giggling, and even Huggy found himself wrapped tightly around her little finger.  

"She's just beautiful, Hutch."  Minnie sat watching as Katie and Rosie Dobey went about getting themselves acquainted. 

Edith busied herself in the kitchen, making coffee.  A large cake with pink icing and the words "Welcome Home Katherine" sat in the middle of the kitchen table. 

Harold Dobey had suddenly changed from the stern captain in charge to an almost doting grandfather figure.  Even Cal seemed enthralled by the small blonde child.

"Hey, you okay?" 

Hutch turned to find Starsky watching him.  "Yeah, I'm okay.  But I'm not sure about everyone else."

"She's definitely having an effect on everyone."  Starsky was enjoying the change in his friends, especially Dobey and Huggy.  "Hey, come on, I'll show you Katie's room.  I think she'll like it."

Hutch was led down the hall to what used to be the spare room.  "She'll love it."  Hutch stared around the room that had been transformed from a bare, cold-looking room to one of frilly warmth.  It's beautiful, Starsky."

"Edith did most of it, but I helped a little.  It was fun."

"Something tells me you handled the filling of that toy box."  Hutch pointed to the toy box that sat in the far corner of the room.

"Yeah, I sure did.  Had fun doing it, too.  I'm thinking we'll need a sandbox and a swing set in the back yard, too."

"I'm sure you're right, Starsk."  Hutch knew Starsky would throw himself wholeheartedly into anything concerning Katie.  Hutch envied Starsky's childlike wonder sometimes.  "Hey, what do you say we get back to our guests and have some of that cake and coffee?"

"Sounds good to me.  You know I'm always in the mood for cake."

Everyone enjoyed the cake, especially Katie who seemed to enjoy it everywhere.  More of the cake had ended up in her hair than in her mouth.  She had it smeared everywhere on her face, her ears, and even her nose. 

"Hutch, I think your daughter needs a bath.  She's sort of disgusting."  Starsky did his best to look disgusted, but in truth he found it funny and kind of cute.

"Now might be a good time to tackle that first bath, Ken."  Edith had finished stacking the dirty plates and cups in the sink.  "Shall I give you a hand?"

"Any help would be greatly appreciated, Edith."  Hutch moved toward the highchair, and Katie eagerly held out her cake-smeared hands.  "Hold on, Katie.  let's at least get the first layer of cake removed before we get you out of your chair."  Hutch gingerly wiped at the cakey mess that covered his daughter's face and hands.  She squirmed-loudly protesting what she considered unfair treatment.  Hutch stopped washing the child's face and looked uncertainly at Edith. 

"It's okay, Ken.  finish wiping her off and we'll get her into the bathtub."  Edith smiled, "you're not hurting her, she's just trying to control this situation.  Show her who the boss is."

"Hutch, just treat her like a little felon."  Starsky had been enjoying the small showdown between father and daughter.

"Starsky, you're not helping any, here."  Hutch glared over his shoulder at a grinning Starsky.

With Edith's assistance, Hutch soon had Katie clean once again.  Holding the now quiet child in his arms brought a rush of love so strong it nearly took his breath away.  After getting Katie into her pajamas, Hutch had sat in the rocking chair with her and began rocking slowly.  Katie nestled against him, content to just look into his face.  She smiled and her little eyes fluttered several times and then closed.  Hutch, content to sit and watch her sleep, never noticed Edith stick her head in the door. 

The sight of Hutch lovingly rocking his sleeping daughter brought a smile to her face and a tear to her eye.  You're going to do just fine, Ken.  She quietly moved away from the bedroom door and returned to the living room.  "I think it's time we all got out of the way here and let Hutch get his daughter into bed."

Getting to his feet, Dobey said, "I'll just go say goodbye to Hutch and Katie, and we'll be on our way." 

"No, David can say our goodbyes for us.  We should leave and let Hutch have this time with his daughter."  Edith motioned everyone toward the door.  "David, you tell Ken to call if he needs anything at all, and I'll be by Monday morning to do whatever is needed."

Starsky watched as their friends drove off.  Closing the door behind him, he decided to peek in on Hutch and Katie.  One look and he knew why Edith had insisted Hutch not be disturbed.  The man who had been so terrified of fatherhood was now totally captivated by the small body he held cradled close to him.  I think Edith was right-no reason to disturb him.  They need the time together.

"Hey, where you going?"  Starsky came to a halt as he heard Hutch's voice. 

"I didn't want to disturb you.  You two make quite a picture." 

"You think so?"

"No doubt about it.  And I have to say, your daughter looks just like you.  Blonde and beautiful."

"I don't know about her looking just like me, but I agree she is beautiful.  Hang on, I'm going to get her settled."  Hutch carefully stood, watching for any signs that he was disturbing the sleeping child.  But Katie slept on, and he placed her in her crib, pulling a blanket up around her.  "Sleep well, sweetheart."

"Come on, partner, you look as tired as your daughter."  Starsky took Hutch by the arm and directed him out of Katie's room and into theirs.  "Nice guy that I am, I'll even let you have the shower first." 

"Nice guy that I am, I'll take you up on that offer."  Hutch unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders.  "I missed you."

Starsky opened his arms and pulled Hutch into a warm embrace.  "I missed you, too.  As nice as it was to have our friends here tonight to meet Katie, I thought they'd never leave.  I hope you didn't mind me telling Minnie and Huggy about Katie?"

"No, I don't mind.  You wouldn't like to call and tell my parents, would you?"

"No thanks, I'll leave that one to you.  Now shut up and kiss me."

"Gladly." 

Bending his head down slightly, Hutch's mouth captured Starsky's soft, warm lips in a gentle lingering kiss.  "Damn, I've missed you."  The words were uttered without taking his lips from Starsky's.

"I missed you, too, partner."  Starsky reluctantly pulled away from the inviting lips.  "Go take your shower.  You look like you're dead on your feet."

Half an hour later, after checking in on Katie, Hutch crawled into bed.  Starsky had turned off the shower, so he knew it was only a matter of minutes before his partner would be joining him.

"She looks like a little angel when she's sleeping."  Starsky sat down on the edge of the bed.  "You're a lucky man, Hutchinson."

"In more ways than one, babe.  In more ways than one."  Hutch pulled Starsky down next do him.  "It's good to be home." 

As they snuggled close together, Hutch let out a sigh.  "It's been a long day."

"And?"  Starsky knew there was more going on in his partner's mind.

"I'm kind of tired." 

"And?  That sigh meant more than it's been a long day and you're tired.  What's going on in that mind of yours now?"

"I was just thinking."  Hutch paused and then sighed again. 

"Hutch?  You can really be annoying sometimes."

"Okay, okay."  Hutch sat up and looked down at Starsky.  "I guess I just wonder how hard it will be, getting used to being responsible for a child.  No more freedom to go where I want, when I want.  Even simple things like my morning run, or stopping by Huggy's after work for a quick dinner will have to change."

"Morning runs and dinners after work can be worked out."  Starsky slid up so he was sitting next to Hutch.  "You get up a little earlier for your run, and I'll be here with Katie.  As for dinners and things like that, we just need to find a good and dependable babysitter.  Edith is already looking for someone to watch Katie while we're at work.  She knows we'll need someone who can work flexible hours.  And don't forget we have a few neighbors with teenage daughters who would probably be able to fill in sometimes.  It'll all work out, Hutch." 

"I know you're right.  Just tell me again that you're okay with all of this."

"Okay?  Me?  Hutch, this is gonna be great.  You can take Katie and me to the park, out for ice cream, the toy store.  I mean, just think of all the things we can do with Katie.  Cartoons on Saturday mornings, the movies on Saturday afternoons."  

"Starsky, you're making me tired just listening to all the things we can do.  But you're right, it does sound like fun.  But don't forget camping, the museum, and oh, yeah, the ballet."

A pained look crossed Starsky's face, "oh, yeah, we can't forget those things."

Hutch chuckled softly.  "it really won't be all that bad, Starsk.  I want her to have a chance to experience as much as possible."

"I know.  Maybe the ballet could be strictly a father/daughter thing."  Starsky yawned.  "I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted.  Edith can be a real slave driver when she wants to be.  But I have to admit, we sure got a lot accomplished today."

"I think I'll send Edith some flowers tomorrow.  And after we get settled here, we should have all our friends over for a big thank-you dinner.  What do you think?"

"Sounds good.  You sure you're not upset about me telling Huggy and Minnie about Katie?"

"Upset?  It's not like I can, and even want to for that matter, keep Katie a secret."

"True.  So I'm wondering when you're going to get around to informing your parents about their granddaughter?"

"I'm wondering the same thing, Starsk.  I'll get around to it soon, I promise."  After brushing some stray curls off Starsky's forehead, Hutch planted a soft kiss on his partner's face.  "Maybe we should get some sleep; I have a feeling Katie's an early riser."

Katie was indeed an early riser.  The loud and unhappy sounds coming from Katie's room jolted Hutch from his sleep.  Groaning, he made an attempt to focus his eyes on the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. 

Before Hutch could focus his eyes, Starsky rolled over and opened one eye.  "What time is it?" 

Taking another look at the clock, Hutch was able to make out that it was just a few minutes past six o'clock.  "It's six."  Groaning once more, Hutch sat up.

"It's Sunday morning," Starsky mumbled, as he snuggled deeper into the blankets. 

"Well, I guess we forgot to explain that to Katie.  Go back to sleep."  Stretching, Hutch stood up.  Stopping in the bathroom to relieve himself, he listened as the wailing grew louder.

"Good morning.  What seems to be the problem in here?" 

Katie stopped her crying at the sound of Hutch's voice and immediately held out her arms in a pleading manner.  The little tear-stained face went right to Hutch's heart.

"Okay, okay."  Reaching into the crib, he lifted the little girl.  To his dismay, she was soaked.  It was clear that more than a clean diaper was required for this job.  A complete change was needed.  "And the fun begins," Hutch whispered to himself. 

Edith had added a changing table to the room, and it was completely stocked with all the needed items.  Hutch was relieved to find he had gotten lucky this time, and it was only a wet diaper.  Changing the diaper was the easy part.  Getting the squirming child into dry clothes was more of a challenge than he liked.  But finally the task was completed, and Hutch let out a satisfied sigh.  Even Katie was happy.  While Katie was glad to be dry and out of the crib, she wanted it known that she was hungry.  "Eat?"

"Okay, let's get some breakfast."  Hutch let Katie lead the way to the kitchen.  While he cooked oatmeal for Katie, she wandered around the kitchen.  He found himself watching with interest as she explored her new surroundings.  Poor thing has to be confused.  First her mom is gone, and now she's been taken away from everything she's known.  Somehow, I've got to see that she gets through all of this.

By the time Starsky wandered into the kitchen, Hutch had managed to get most of the oatmeal in Katie's mouth, with only a few spots of it on her face and hair. 

"Hi.  I eat," Katie announced cheerfully.  "You eat?"

"Hi."  Starsky looked distastefully at the leftover oatmeal. 

"Starsky, don't worry, I'll fix you something else.  How about eggs and bacon?"

"Now you're talking."  Smiling at Katie, Starsky said, "Yep, I'm going to eat, too."

While Hutch started preparing Starsky's eggs, Katie began pounding on her highchair, saying, "I get down."

"Hutch, is it okay if I take her out of that chair you're holding her captive in?"

"Sure, as long as you keep on an eye on her while I finish cooking our breakfast."

"Okay, Katie, let's get you out of there."  Katie eagerly stretched out her arms as Starsky stood fumbling to get her out of the chair.  Scooping the child into his arms once she was released from the chair, Starsky found himself gripped in a somewhat sticky hug by two small arms.  "Hey, Hutch, I think she likes me." 

"Could be she just wants to wipe some of her breakfast off."  Hutch smiled at the sight of the small blonde head pressed up against Starsky's face.  "But you're right, I think she does like you."

"You know, this is nice, Hutch."  Starsky was positively beaming as he looked over Katie's head at Hutch.  "I think while you finish making breakfast, Katie and I'll go check out the toy box in her room."

As Hutch finished setting the table and pouring the coffee, he could hear sounds of laughter coming from Katie's room.  The sound alone made him smile.  But his curiosity got the better of him, and he had to see what was so funny.

Standing quietly in the doorway, Hutch watched as first Katie piled up blocks, and Starsky knocked them down.   Then it was Starsky's turn to carefully pile them up so Katie could gleefully push them over. 

"I'm glad to see you two playing nice and taking turns.  Now if you're not too busy, maybe you can take time out to eat your breakfast, Starsk?"

"Eat?"  Starsky jumped to his feet.  "Hey, Katie, it's Starsky's turn to eat now."

Katie was immediately on her feet following right behind Starsky.  "Stars eat now?" 

"Yes, Katie, Stars is going to eat now.  You want to eat some more?"  Hutch motioned toward her chair. 

"No."  Katie shook her head vigorously and climbed up onto a chair at the table.  "Big girl."

"Wonderful, just yesterday I brought home an eighteen-month-old baby girl, and now, less than twenty four hours later, she's suddenly turned into a big girl.  This is not going to be easy."  Hutch put a small plate of scrambled eggs in front of Katie, along with the silverware Edith had supplied, and then watched in amazement as she proceeded shoving them into her mouth like she was starving.

"Great, she has an appetite like yours, Starsky."  Hutch took his seat and began to eat his breakfast.  "Looks like the grocery bill is going to take a jump."

While Starsky did the dishes, Hutch unpacked Katie's bags.  Carefully wrapped in some clothes was a framed picture of Marianne.  Tears sprang to his eyes when Katie pointed at the picture.  "Mommy.  My mommy." 

"Yeah, sweetheart, that's your mommy."  Hutch reached down and picked up his daughter and sat down in the rocking chair with her.  They rocked quietly, Katie content to sit holding her mother's photo, while Hutch softly hummed some long forgotten lullaby.  Here I've been worrying about how all of this is going to affect my life.  How I may be inconvenienced.  Inconvenienced by my daughter.  What about Katie and how her life has been affected? 

I'm all she has now.  I have to fill her life with love.  I have to be there for her every step of the way. 

"I promise you, Katie, I'm going to give you the best life possible."  Katie's only response was a trusting smile, as she reached out and stroked the blond mustache above Hutch's lip.  The smile tugged at Hutch's heart, and he couldn't hold back the words, "I love you."  

The rest of the day passed quickly.  They spent time with Katie outside in the back yard, Starsky going on and on about needing a sandbox and a swing set.  After lunch, Katie willingly agreed to a nap. 

Starsky grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator and, tossing one to Hutch, sank onto the couch.  "Boy, she's really something, isn't she?" 

"I have to agree with you, Starsk.  But the idea that I'm totally responsible for her is kind of scary.  What do I know about kids?  Especially little kids."

"Well, Edith brought some books for you."  Starsky got up and headed toward the bookcase that covered one wall of the living room.  Finding the books, he handed them to Hutch.  "These must be sort of like owner's manuals."

"Owner's manuals?"  Hutch raised an eyebrow. 

"Sure, you know, like the one for my car."

"Starsky, a kid and a car are not really anything alike."

"Well, I know, but at least the books will tell ya a lot of what you'll need to know about kids.  Sort'a like the owner's manuals for cars." 

"Okay, okay, I'll read my owner's manuals." 

That night after Katie had been settled in bed, Starsky found Hutch staring absently out the bedroom window.  "Something wrong?" 

"No, just thinking," Hutch answered without turning around.

"Anything in particular?  Need to talk?"  Starsky sat down on the bed and waited for Hutch to turn around and let him in on what was on his mind.

"Nothing to talk about."  Hutch turned, revealing a soft smile on his face.  "I was just thinking about all the really good and exciting things I have to look forward to.  Right now, I'm feeling like one of the luckiest men around, Starsk.  Not only do I have you in my life, but now I have a daughter."

Sitting down on the bed next to Starsky, Hutch draped his arm around his friend.  "Of course, I've always known that life with you was challenging, but something tells me the combination of you and Katie will probably be deadly.  I'll be old before my time."

"Deadly combination?  Old before your time?"  Starsky stared at Hutch and then burst out laughing.  "I think you might have some valid points."  Just thinking of the possibilities, Starsky's eyes took on a mischievous look.

Hutch had to laugh at the devilish look on Starsky's face.  "I know.  That's what worries me."

"We'll try not to be too hard on you, buddy."  Starsky leaned closer to Hutch and whispered seductively, "have I mentioned lately how much I love you?"

"Well, it has been mentioned occasionally, but I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it."  Hutch lightly brushed his lips against Starsky's cheek.  "You'd better think about getting to bed; you have to be at the station bright and early tomorrow.  It feels kind of strange knowing I'm not going with you."

"I'll be off working hard, while you'll be here at home living the life of leisure." 

"Life of leisure?  Something tells me that chasing criminals may be a lot easier than what I'll be doing." 

"Maybe so.  I don't think I've ever had to change a criminal's diapers.  Might have had a few cry, though."  Starsky laughed and hugged Hutch.  "And by the way, I think I'm pretty darn lucky, too."

"If you don't take all night to get to bed, we both might just get lucky," Hutch said with a significant lifting of his brows and a suggestive smile on his face.

When the alarm sounded the next morning, Starsky groaned and snuggled closely against Hutch, running his hands suggestively over the warm body. 

"Starsk, you got lucky last night, behave yourself this morning," Hutch mumbled into the pillow.

"So, maybe I'd like a repeat performance.  You complaining?" 

"Not complaining, just being practical.  You have to get to work."  Hutch rolled over, wiping the sleep out of his eyes, and looked at his partner.  "There's always tonight."

"Yeah, I know, but that's hours and hours away."  Starsky slid his hands seductively across Hutch's chest, watching as the beginning of a smile tipped the corners of the blond's mouth.  Feeling encouraged, Starsky slowly slid his hands lower and was rewarded with a soft groan of appreciation.  "I don't know about you, partner, but I'm feeling kinda lucky."  Starsky smiled down at Hutch, pleased to see he had definitely warmed up to the idea.

Before Hutch could answer, Katie announced loudly from the other room that she was awake and ready to get her day started. 

"Timing is everything, partner," Hutch groaned in frustration.

"Tell me about it."  Despite his own frustration, Starsky's mouth twitched with amusement. 

Hutch stared at his partner for a second and then burst out laughing.  Hutch's laughter was catching and Starsky couldn't help join in.  "As you said, there's always tonight."

getting impatient, Katie had added jumping up and down in her crib to her verbal outrage.  "Da…da…da."  The louder she yelled, the harder she bounced in the crib. 

Hutch fumbled for the pajama bottoms that had been hastily discarded last night.  Pulling them on, he headed toward the doorway.  "She sounds impatient and a bit on the cranky side this morning."

"Sounds like a Hutchinson to me."  Starsky chuckled, as he watched his partner practically trip over his own feet getting out the door.

"I sure hope she has a little more grace than her dear old dad does," Starsky yelled out.  "Would be awful if that sweet little thing spent her life stumbling around like you."

The sound of a loud thud sent Hutch running and caused Starsky to leap out of bed.  By the time Starsky reached Katie's room, Hutch was cradling the loudly wailing child and attempting to soothe away the tears.

"What happened?" 

"She fell out of the crib."  Hutch was brushing back the fine wisps of blonde hair searching for any sign of injury. 

Katie's sobs had slowed to soft whimpers while occasionally gulping for air.  Hutch, who had been kneeling on the floor, now collapsed to a sitting position.  "Scared the hell out of me."  Hutch's voice held a trace of the fear he had felt at the sound of the small body hitting the floor. 

"Is she okay?"  Starsky knelt next to Hutch and smiled down at the whimpering child. 

"I think so.  Looks like only a small bump here on her forehead."  Hutch gently ran his hand over the red and slightly raised bruise forming on Katie's forehead just above her eye.

"I'll get some ice." 

"Come on, sweetheart, let's get you out of these wet clothes."  much to his dismay, Hutch found that his daughter's diaper was soaked through pajamas and all.  "No wonder you were so impatient this morning."

When Starsky returned with the ice, he found Hutch in the bathroom running water for a bath, one hand securely holding onto to a naked Katie, who was leaning over the tub, hands busily splashing in the water as it ran into the tub.

"I think we'll have to hold off on that ice for a while, Starsk.  A bath seems to be the first order of business."

"Okay, I'll put this in the freezer and put the coffee on."

"We won't be long, Starsk, and then the bathroom will be all yours."

"No hurry."

"Dobey might disagree with you there, partner."

"Oh, yeah, guess you have a point."

Fifteen minutes later, Katie was clean and dressed.  The fall from her crib seemed forgotten by the child, as she happily pounded on the tray of her highchair while Hutch fixed her breakfast. 

"So, you gonna be able to handle things here today without me?" Starsky asked as he slid his holster on. 

"I don't know, Starsk.  Think you can handle all the crime in the city without me today?" 

"Sure, but then I'm going to have a partner.  You, you're gonna be here all alone without back-up."

"You're forgetting, Starsk, I have Edith for back-up." 

"Okay, you got me there."  Pulling on his jacket, Starsky turned to Katie.  "And you, you little monkey face, you take it easy on your dad today.  Remember he's new at this."  Starsky patted the soft blonde head and waved goodbye. 

Katie giggled and waved.  "Bye, Stars.  Bye-bye."

Hutch followed Starsky out the door and walked with him to the car.  "You be careful."

"I'm always careful.  Don't you spend your day worrying about me."  Starsky unlocked his car door, but before opening it, he turned back to his partner with concern.  "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" 

"I know how upset you were when Katie fell out of her crib this morning.  Don't dwell on it.  Don't make it out to be more than it was.  Kids do stuff like that all the time.  You're gonna have to get used to bumps and bruises and maybe even a broken bone.  It's all part of growing up, Hutch."

"I know.  It's just going to take some getting used to.  I may need a reminder from you once in a while." 

"Count on it.  You know I'll always be here.  Anything you need, you just say the word.  I know sometimes I can be kinda dense and not catch on to what you're feeling."

"Since when?  You're usually way ahead of me.  I mean, I thought I had downplayed my fear this morning, but you could see right through me.  Thanks."

Their eyes met, and Starsky could see the love and gratitude that filled Hutch's eyes.  

"You're welcome.  Now you better go feed your impatient daughter before she throws a little fit, and I better get to the station before Dobey throws a big one."

"Okay, partner, have a good day and don't forget to be careful."

Once breakfast was over and Katie had once again been cleaned up, Hutch headed to the garage to retrieve the bed that had been stored there.  The time had come to start using it.  Hutch knew he didn't want to hear the sound of his daughter hitting the floor again anytime soon.  Katie followed him around to the garage and back, constantly chattering away.  She now stood watching and still chattering, as Hutch assembled the bed.  Finished, he stood back to view his handiwork.  "Katie's bed."  Hutch pointed to the new bed. 

"No."  Katie moved to her crib.  "Katie's bed." 

Pointing to the twin bed, Hutch said, "Katie's new bed.  Katie's big girl bed."  Hutch sat down on the new bed.  "Katie's nice big girl bed." 

Katie studied it.  She seemed torn between the old familiar crib and the new big girl bed.  Taking slow, uncertain steps, she advanced toward the bed, reaching out and patting it.  Hutch held out his arms and she allowed herself to be lifted up and placed on the bed.  She smiled uncertainly at first, but when Hutch began to bounce up and down on the bed, Katie soon relaxed and began giggling.  They ended up bouncing and wrestling around on the bed until both of them were exhausted.  Calling a halt to their fun, Hutch announced they had to go shopping to buy sheets and blankets for the big girl bed.

"Okay, let's go, Katie."  Diaper bag over his shoulder and Katie's hand in his, they headed out to the car.  Hutch laughed at the sight of the car seat already securely fastened in the back seat.  "Look's like Uncle Starsky's a step ahead of us, huh?"

The trip to the mall proved to be a learning experience for Hutch.  he soon discovered that attempting to shop and keep a small child under control was not an easy task.  If he let go of her hand for a second, he would find himself running after her.  But holding onto her hand and trying to pick up anything to look at it was nearly impossible.  Finally, after finding two sets of sheets he thought looked suitable for a little girl, Hutch looked around the bedding department of J.C. Penney for blankets and bedspreads.  It felt really strange to be looking for pink and frilly bedding.  Guess I'd better get used to pink and frilly things.  Just as he spotted the blankets, Katie pulled her hand out of his, and, taking advantage of her newfound freedom, she quickly sped off in the opposite direction.  The ensuing foot chase quickly became a game to the little girl.  She'd stop for a second, look at Hutch innocently, and then just as he closed in on her, off she would go with a giggle.  A slightly embarrassed Hutch finally cornered her down one of the aisles, scooping her up in his arms, much to Katie's delight.  Hutch's embarrassment and any irritation didn't last long once he had Katie in his arms.  Once he captured the smile and innocent look on the little girl's face as she flung her arms around his neck, all was quickly forgiven.

Forty-five minutes later, maintaining a tight hold on Katie, and with the help of an extremely patient sales clerk, Hutch finally had sheets, a blanket, and a bedspread for Katie's new bed.  

He couldn't hold back a sigh of relief as he fastened Katie into her car seat and then slid into the driver's seat.  "Well, that was fun, huh?  How about we go home and have some lunch, and then you can take a nap in your new bed?"  A nap even sounds good to me after this shopping trip.  Wonder how Starsk's doing?

After lunch, Hutch resisted the temptation to call and check on Starsky.  He's a grown man.  I don't think he'd appreciate me checking up on him. 

After Katie fell asleep for her nap, Hutch did some cleaning up around the house and some laundry.  Suddenly, they seemed to have a lot more laundry to do.  While he was folding the last load of clothes, Edith called and they discussed plans for the next day.  Edith had set up an appointment for Katie with a pediatrician and had also found a possible babysitter. 

After her nap, Katie played contentedly in her room for about all of five minutes.  Then, like a little tornado, she tore through the house.  Hutch, busy in the kitchen starting dinner, was caught unaware of the trail of destruction being left in the wake of a certain little blonde person.  By the time he caught on to the tornado loose in the house, two of Starsky's prize model cars that he had carefully and painstakingly built were in pieces, and books were scattered about the floor of Starsky's room.  But there was no sign of Katie.

Calling her name, Hutch began looking in every room.  The quietness of the house had him worried.  A peek in the bathroom revealed that she had been there.  Toilet tissue covered the floor.  The room he shared with Starsky appeared to be undisturbed.  Next stop-the living room-found the culprit sitting quietly in the middle of the room, flipping innocently through the pages of a magazine.  A look around the room proved that she had been busy.  Newspapers were scattered over the living room floor, and several plants had been overturned. 

Taking a deep breath, Hutch knelt down next to his daughter.  "You've been busy."  Hutch laughed softly.  "I feel like I should read you your rights.  Come on, you can help me clean up this mess you made.  And I strongly suggest that when Uncle Starsky gets home you lay on the charm real thick."

Following Hutch's lead, Katie helped gather up the newspapers as he made a somewhat feeble attempt to scold her.  Today had been both an eye opener and a learning experience.

After clearing up all of Katie's messes, Hutch secured her in her highchair with some crackers.  "You're staying put where I can keep my eye on you."

Starsky arrived home just as Hutch was taking dinner out of the oven.  "Smells good.  And how's Uncle Starsky's little angel tonight?"

"Angel?  This child may look like an angel, but don't let her fool you."  Hutch took the salad out of the refrigerator and tossed it before placing it on the table.  "Get washed up, dinner's ready."

"So, I take it you had a rough day?"  Starsky pulled out his chair and sat down, smiling at Katie who chattered away,