A Partner Thing by K Hanna Korossy (R I think)

[nickygabriel]

This is the last story I've chosen for you for this month – I hope you liked some of the pieces as much as I did and you let the authors know. Thank you for being there and for your kind comments. I just can't wait for your recs lauramcewan :o)

Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: none
Length: 83k
Author on LJ: not known
Author Website: HERE
Why this must be read:

The last recommended fanfic was written by my absolutely favorite author, but this story is not easy to read. There is Hutch, who worked undercover for a couple of months and who now realizes that it changed him more than he had ever expected and there is Starsky who tries to reach his partner hidden under the layers of the character Hutch used to be for such a long time. They both know that they desperately need each other, but Hutch, for some reason, can not let Starsky help him the only way that had always worked – he can not allow Starsky to touch him. But Starsky would not be Starsky if he could not find a way, right?

It was over.

Two months, thousands of taxpayer dollars, miles of video and audio tape, and one weary detective had finally led to this: bringing down the largest child prostitution ring in L.A. And the only part of that equation David Starsky cared about now was the weary detective.

Starsky stood leaning against the wall of the mastermind’s study, a controlled confusion of FBI and LAPD and ATF and CIA and a half-dozen other acronyms swirling around him. His eyes tracked a single figure in the midst of the chaos, as Ken Hutchinson answered questions, pointed out evidence to the officers, made a photo ID of a suspect. He was the eye of the storm that revolved around him, isolated, apart even as he did his duty.

Starsky crossed his arms and kept vigil with hooded eyes.

He was watching over his partner as he had from a distance these past two months. But more than that, he was looking for the man he knew underneath the stranger only a dozen feet away. The pale blond hair was now a mass of permed, darker curls, and a thick beard covered the lower part of his face. A cigarette protruded from his lips, and as soon as it burned low, it was replaced by another. The easy grace was gone, replaced by sharp, jittery movements, the whole body language shifted into tones of anxiety and tension. Hutch looked ill, what little body fat he had, gone now, face sunken, cheeks flushed. And his eyes...

A Partner Thing

Comments

[nickygabriel]

In my opinion this is the best one of the new stories on her site, but it's a hard stuff (for me at least).
And I know you will find something nice for us. :)