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Button, Button... by Marian Kelley aka Katherine Robertson (Adult)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: Approx. 310K
Author on LJ: none
Author Website: The (Original) Starsky and Hutch Archive
Why this must be read: Sadly, our fandom has lost another one of its writers the past week. Marian Kelley, also known as Katherine Robertson, has passed away. In case some of you haven't read her fic, I thought I'd bring her to your attention and rec one of her stories.
Button, Button... is a nice long case story involving a kidnapping of a young boy, a twist that I didn't see coming, and a fulfilling relationship between Starsky and Hutch. Her stories are well worth a read.
"Mr. Kendall, you sent us this letter . . . why?" Hutch asked quietly, as if sensing the man's unhappiness. "What seems to be the problem?"
Abruptly, Kendall got to his feet, to pace around the small office. "Coffee? Doughnuts? Help yourselves." Just as suddenly, he went to the filing cabinet and brought out two folders, placing them on the desk. His expression was grim. "I need your help in the worst way, but I must have your word that you won't involve anyone else. You were recommended to me by someone whose judgment I value." He looked at each detective, then said, "You must help me."
Starsky, still suspicious, stated bluntly, "We don't make deals, Mr. Kendall. Hutch 'n' me won't do anything illegal, either . . ." His voice trailed away, and he smiled. "At least not until we know what's bothering you." He glanced at Hutch, who was nodding his agreement. Leaning forward, he added, "Besides, we're small potatoes. Surely you don't expect us to screw around with some big corporation."
Kendall held up his hand. "If I had that kind of problem, I have any number of people on my staff who could help." His voice faltered, then steadied, as he sat down. He opened the thicker of the two files, bringing out a picture of a woman. After staring at it for a long moment, he handed it to Hutch. "This is - was - my wife, Reina. I want you to find her."
The woman was beautiful: heavy waves of blonde hair framed a perfect, vivacious face. One slender arm held an oversized teddy bear, the other rested lovingly on a toddler with a head of cotton-white hair. It was obvious Reina Kendall was a happy woman.
Starsky took the picture. "I heard that you and your wife got divorced. How come you want us to find her all of a sudden?" His eyes had narrowed, his tone holding a slight edge.
The detectives looked up to see Kendall's face blanch, his knuckles tighten as he lifted out another photo. This one he handed to Starsky, exchanging it for the one of Reina.
"Because I have every reason to believe my ex-wife has taken Flip . . . and disappeared." He buried his face in his hands for a moment, then said dully, "This past year I was awarded full custody of my son, and she threatened then to kidnap him. Now he's gone, and I received this . . ."
Button, Button...
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: Approx. 310K
Author on LJ: none
Author Website: The (Original) Starsky and Hutch Archive
Why this must be read: Sadly, our fandom has lost another one of its writers the past week. Marian Kelley, also known as Katherine Robertson, has passed away. In case some of you haven't read her fic, I thought I'd bring her to your attention and rec one of her stories.
Button, Button... is a nice long case story involving a kidnapping of a young boy, a twist that I didn't see coming, and a fulfilling relationship between Starsky and Hutch. Her stories are well worth a read.
"Mr. Kendall, you sent us this letter . . . why?" Hutch asked quietly, as if sensing the man's unhappiness. "What seems to be the problem?"
Abruptly, Kendall got to his feet, to pace around the small office. "Coffee? Doughnuts? Help yourselves." Just as suddenly, he went to the filing cabinet and brought out two folders, placing them on the desk. His expression was grim. "I need your help in the worst way, but I must have your word that you won't involve anyone else. You were recommended to me by someone whose judgment I value." He looked at each detective, then said, "You must help me."
Starsky, still suspicious, stated bluntly, "We don't make deals, Mr. Kendall. Hutch 'n' me won't do anything illegal, either . . ." His voice trailed away, and he smiled. "At least not until we know what's bothering you." He glanced at Hutch, who was nodding his agreement. Leaning forward, he added, "Besides, we're small potatoes. Surely you don't expect us to screw around with some big corporation."
Kendall held up his hand. "If I had that kind of problem, I have any number of people on my staff who could help." His voice faltered, then steadied, as he sat down. He opened the thicker of the two files, bringing out a picture of a woman. After staring at it for a long moment, he handed it to Hutch. "This is - was - my wife, Reina. I want you to find her."
The woman was beautiful: heavy waves of blonde hair framed a perfect, vivacious face. One slender arm held an oversized teddy bear, the other rested lovingly on a toddler with a head of cotton-white hair. It was obvious Reina Kendall was a happy woman.
Starsky took the picture. "I heard that you and your wife got divorced. How come you want us to find her all of a sudden?" His eyes had narrowed, his tone holding a slight edge.
The detectives looked up to see Kendall's face blanch, his knuckles tighten as he lifted out another photo. This one he handed to Starsky, exchanging it for the one of Reina.
"Because I have every reason to believe my ex-wife has taken Flip . . . and disappeared." He buried his face in his hands for a moment, then said dully, "This past year I was awarded full custody of my son, and she threatened then to kidnap him. Now he's gone, and I received this . . ."
Button, Button...