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09 July 2007 @ 08:04 pm
Fan Fiction | CHiPs ~ "New Kid on the Block"  
Fandom: CHiPs
Title: "New Kid on the Block"
Author: Dash O'Pepper*
(*Originally posted under a different handle. It was so long ago since this was written that I can't remember if it appeared on TwoChickies.com or not. But since this is a CHiPs story, it's the only place that I was likely to have posted it.)
Genre: Gen
Rating: All
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Officer Barry Baricza is expecting a new partner . . . and he's prepared for the worst.
Warning: This is a crossover. I've blacked out the spoiler information below, as the other series is the punchline.
Length: Under 500 words
Status: Complete
Disclaimers: CHiPs is a registered trademark of MGM/Rosner Television. All rights reserved. Leave It to Beaver is a registered trademark of Gomalco Productions/Kayro-Vue Productions/Revue Studios and MCA/Universal. All rights reserved. This work of fan fiction is not meant in any way to infringe on copyrights already held by these companies and/or their subsidiaries.
Notes: None

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As he walked into the locker room of CHP Central Division Headquarters, Officer Barry Baricza was not looking forward to his latest duty assignment.

Just before he left yesterday evening, his superior, Sgt. Joe Getraer, had called him in for an informal chat. Well, at least he wasn't getting reprimanded for the loss of another squad car -- trying to explain that last incident with that boy's runaway pet would have been impossible . . . heck, he didn't believe that one himself.

Instead, Getraer wanted to let him know that he was pulling Field Training Duty with one of the CHP's latest recruits. It wasn't that Barry didn't like dealing with rookies; it was just that they never failed to create problems -- eager beavers. Fresh out of the Academy, they believed they knew everything.

"Hey Bear, just met your new partner."

Barry noticed how Ponch stressed that word.

"So, what's he like?" He'd have preferred ignoring his fellow officer's crack, but knew that Ponch was like a hungry dog with a bone -- once he had it, he wouldn't let go.

The Hispanic officer broke into a broad grin. "Seems like a real nice guy."

Looking into his locker, Bear rolled his eyes. If Ponch thought this rookie was good, there definitely had to be something wrong with him.

"Whoa boy, sounds like a real winner," teased Grossman as he peeked his head around the lockers.

Ponch looked offended. "No, I mean it. He really is a nice guy. Very polite . . . real respectful. Even bought me a cup of coffee."

Baker shook his head. "Only on the job a day and already brown-nosing senior officers."

From the snickers that Jon's comment elicited, Bear was more certain than ever that this partnership was not going to be one he'd enjoy.

Closing his locker, he started toward the door to face the music. He didn't have far to go as his Sergeant opened the door.


Bear was caught up short as he almost walked into the man. "Uh, mornin' Sarge."

Looking behind his sergeant, he saw the rookie.

"Wanted you to meet our latest CHP officer."

Bear noticed that Getraer was practically beaming.

The young man looked resplendent in his neatly pressed uniform. He stepped forward holding out his hand. "How do you do, Officer Baricza."

Bear shook the man's hand politely, as Getraer introduced them.

"Barry, I'd like you to meet Officer Haskell. Edward Haskell."

~ Fin ~

© 2007 Dash O'Pepper

(Anonymous) on October 24th, 2012 07:51 pm (UTC)
CHP Eddie Haskell?!?
Oh, this is one for die-hard Leave It To Beaver Fans-love it! No wonder he's a brown nose; it's the nature of the beast! What a cute crossover...did NOT see it coming!
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Dash O'Pepperpfeffermuse on May 5th, 2013 01:37 pm (UTC)
Re: CHP Eddie Haskell?!?
Glad you enjoyed it, though I'm surprised *you* of all people didn't see it coming, sis.

I usually try to drop a clue or two, and figured you'd have picked up on the "eager beaver" comment.

Deb wrote one that you'd probably very much enjoy; I didn't pick up on any of her clues . . . until the name Wilbur appeared. [g]