Fic-Snip Riptide/Starsky & Hutch
For nickygabriel in the Ficcy Pudding meme. Her suggestion, Riptide/Starsky & Hutch crossover.
Set around 1982. Please note, I've never written Starsky & Hutch before!
Locked Up
"This never woulda happened in Bay City." The dark haired guy ran a hand through his curls, pacing the cell. "Ain't that right, Hutch?" He turned to look at the tall, lanky blond perched on the bunk.
Nick leaned back against the wall on his own side of the cell, nudging Cody gently in the ribs and rolling his eyes when his partner shot him a glance.
Cody grinned and settled more comfortably on the bunk. "Look," he said, holding up a hand towards the two strangers, "Quinlan's an ass, okay? He's always locking me and Nick up for penny-ante shit. What'd he get you for?"
The dark guy swung around, his hand lingering on the blond's shoulder. "We ain't crooks. We're cops - ow - " he shot a dirty look at his partner " - well, ex-cops, but we're still detectives and we're down here following up a lead, an' now we've been pulled in on some piss-ass trespassing rap. It stinks, an' as soon as I - ow!" This time, he broke off, spinning around to face the tall blond who'd been silent up til now.
Now, he stood up and Cody realized he was even taller than he'd originally thought. Likely even taller than him. "Starsk, siddown, willya?" he said lazily, but his eyes were crinkled with amusement. "We've made our call, and y'know Dobey said he'd help us out."
"Yeah, when he stopped laughing," the guy he'd called Starsk griped, but he did sit down, and Cody noticed he seemed short of breath. The blond leaned down to him, saying something beneath the edge of hearing, and Cody and Nick exchanged a glance.
"Anyhow, my name's Ken Hutchinson." The blond straightened, turning a pleasant grin on Nick and Cody. "So you get locked up all the time, huh? I used to know some guys like that." The glance he sent their way was measuring and Cody shifted fast against Nick's shoulder as he felt his partner bristle.
"I'm Cody Allen. And like I said, Quinlan's an ass," Cody said, his own grin turning wide and people-pleasing. He hadn't meant these strangers to think he and Nick were bums. "I mean today, he pulled us in for - "
"Assault with a deadly weapon," Quinlan said grimly, appearing at the cell door holding the volleyball Nick had accidentally bounced off the Lieutenant's head. "Trust me, detectives, these two skunk-hunters aren't the kind of guys you wanna be talking to. I talked to your captain and your story checks out, but in future, I'd appreciate a call from Bay City PD when you're on my turf."
He swung the door wide, stepping back, and only Nick and Cody heard the guy called Starsk whisper as he stood up. "Dobey told him we're still in the force!"
Hutchinson grinned and turned to Quinlan. "I knew Captain Dobey would vouch for us," he said, and laid a hand on his partner's arm. "C'mon, Starsk. Let's go finish up what we came for."
Set around 1982. Please note, I've never written Starsky & Hutch before!
Locked Up
"This never woulda happened in Bay City." The dark haired guy ran a hand through his curls, pacing the cell. "Ain't that right, Hutch?" He turned to look at the tall, lanky blond perched on the bunk.
Nick leaned back against the wall on his own side of the cell, nudging Cody gently in the ribs and rolling his eyes when his partner shot him a glance.
Cody grinned and settled more comfortably on the bunk. "Look," he said, holding up a hand towards the two strangers, "Quinlan's an ass, okay? He's always locking me and Nick up for penny-ante shit. What'd he get you for?"
The dark guy swung around, his hand lingering on the blond's shoulder. "We ain't crooks. We're cops - ow - " he shot a dirty look at his partner " - well, ex-cops, but we're still detectives and we're down here following up a lead, an' now we've been pulled in on some piss-ass trespassing rap. It stinks, an' as soon as I - ow!" This time, he broke off, spinning around to face the tall blond who'd been silent up til now.
Now, he stood up and Cody realized he was even taller than he'd originally thought. Likely even taller than him. "Starsk, siddown, willya?" he said lazily, but his eyes were crinkled with amusement. "We've made our call, and y'know Dobey said he'd help us out."
"Yeah, when he stopped laughing," the guy he'd called Starsk griped, but he did sit down, and Cody noticed he seemed short of breath. The blond leaned down to him, saying something beneath the edge of hearing, and Cody and Nick exchanged a glance.
"Anyhow, my name's Ken Hutchinson." The blond straightened, turning a pleasant grin on Nick and Cody. "So you get locked up all the time, huh? I used to know some guys like that." The glance he sent their way was measuring and Cody shifted fast against Nick's shoulder as he felt his partner bristle.
"I'm Cody Allen. And like I said, Quinlan's an ass," Cody said, his own grin turning wide and people-pleasing. He hadn't meant these strangers to think he and Nick were bums. "I mean today, he pulled us in for - "
"Assault with a deadly weapon," Quinlan said grimly, appearing at the cell door holding the volleyball Nick had accidentally bounced off the Lieutenant's head. "Trust me, detectives, these two skunk-hunters aren't the kind of guys you wanna be talking to. I talked to your captain and your story checks out, but in future, I'd appreciate a call from Bay City PD when you're on my turf."
He swung the door wide, stepping back, and only Nick and Cody heard the guy called Starsk whisper as he stood up. "Dobey told him we're still in the force!"
Hutchinson grinned and turned to Quinlan. "I knew Captain Dobey would vouch for us," he said, and laid a hand on his partner's arm. "C'mon, Starsk. Let's go finish up what we came for."