Hutch was not among the passengers. Starsky had gone to the airport to pick Hutch up, as a surprise, and now Hutch wasn’t there. Starsky decided to call Duluth when he arrived home.

He was dialing the Hutchinson’s number when someone breathed on his left cheek. Starsky whirled around. “Hutch! Where have you been?”

“I took an earlier flight to surprise you at home.” Hutch smiled.

“And I went to the airport to surprise you.”

“Perfect timing,” Hutch noticed dryly.

Starsky pulled Hutch close. “I’ve missed you - .”

“...Writing your reports?”

“Smartass!” Starsky ruffled Hutch’s hair. Back to normal.

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