Blast From The Past

Chapter One

The water beating against his back felt good. His body was stiff this morning, although he wasn’t really sure why. He heard the bathroom door creek open and lifted his head in anticipation.

“Dave? I brought you some coffee.” Lisa informed the soaked brunet. “I’ll leave it on the counter.”

“I’m getting out.” And with that, he turned off the shower and opened the foggy glass door to find a beautiful hand holding a thick white terry cloth towel.

“I thought you might be needing this.” She offered it to him, admiring his physique. Lisa was a very tall young woman, with the beautiful jet black hair. Her dark eyes almost matched her black hair. They were the deepest darkest brown eyes Starsky had ever seen, he often found himself getting lost in them. A couple of times he barely found his way back.

He took it from her delicate hand and wrapped it around his waist, looking at her the entire time. “Thanks honey, you always know what I need.” He moved towards her, the water beading off his chest and onto the towel, his hair dripping wet. He raised her chin with his hand a kissed her tenderly.

He loved it when she stayed over at his place. He hadn’t felt this good or comfortable with a woman in a long time. Even though they’d only been seeing each other for about 4 or 5 months, he felt like they had been together for years.

He scooped her up in both of his arms, delivering strategically placed kisses along her neck and shoulder.

“Dave, your all wet.” She squealed in delight.

“I promise, you won’t shrink.” He whispered in her ear as he placed her up on the counter. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, crossing them behind his back.

“You‘re impossible, you know that, don‘t you?” She giggled.

“Impossibly irresistible.” He replied, leaning in for a long lingering kiss, running his hands up her back and entangling them into her long black hair.

He once again lifted her and carried her into the bedroom, their lips never parting. He laid her gently on the bed, leaning over her, nuzzling the tip of her nose with the tip of his.

“I love you.” She said, her voice shaking. He had that affect on her, and he knew it.

“Me too.” He answered with a crooked smile.

The moment was interrupted by the untimely ring of the telephone. Lisa looked into his eyes, her arms locked around his neck.

“Don’t answer it.” She begged as she pulled him down into another kiss.

The ringing repeated, he pulled back. “I have to, you know that. It could be important.” He defended himself.

“So am I.” She reminded him.

“That’s not fair.” He pouted as he raised his eyes to look at her. She smiled, that was all he needed to see.

“Whoever said I played fair?” She responded as the phone continued to ring.

He cocked his head to one side, he knew she was joking, but she knew exactly how to push his buttons, he secretly loved that. The one thing he couldn’t handle, was for her to think she wasn’t important to him. She and Hutch were two of the most important things in his life, he didn’t think he could live without either of them. She reached her arm over her head and retrieved the receiver from the cradle, and handed it to him, not moving her eyes from his. He bent over and kissed her before addressing the poor person who called at the most inopportune moment.

Rolling onto his side, next to her, he put the phone to his ear, cupping the mouthpiece in his hand.

“This had better be good.” Was the greeting offered to the caller, while Lisa leaned forward to nibble on his ear and neck.

“Dobey called, he wants to se us.” Hutch’s voice was on the other end.

Starsky lifted his shoulder up and bent his head, trying to prevent Lisa from playing with that, oh so sensitive, part of his anatomy.

“Now?” He said with almost a whine in his voice. “Can’t it wait?” It was his turn to beg.

“Lisa’s there, isn’t she?” Hutch’s detective instinct kicked in.

“Good call, Sherlock.” Starsky watched Lisa as her hand trailed across his chest, twirling her finger tips around in his thick patches of hair, then following that with the warm heat of her moist kisses. No, she didn’t play fair. He thought, as he tried to concentrate on what his partner was saying to him, but he found himself more than a little distracted.

“Huh?” The brunet had to ask Hutch to repeat his last sentence.

“I said, he wants us both down at the station right away.” Hutch sounded slightly irritated, and slightly jealous.

“What is it?” Starsky asked, wanting to find out if he really needed to leave her now, or in 30 minutes…

“He wouldn’t say, just that it was important.”

Starsky sighed heavily and checked the time on the clock on his nightstand. “I’m on my way. I’ll pick you up in 15 minutes.” He replaced the receiver on it’s handle and dropped his head, in frustration, onto his pillow.

He felt Lisa’s body go limp, resigning herself to the fact that this mornings’ rendezvous had just been cancelled until further notice. They had the perfect day planned; a picnic at the beach, some quiet time together, followed by a romantic candle lit dinner at her favorite Italian restaurant, and an early evening at his place, complete with a bottle of red wine Hutch had picked out for them. But duty called, after all, he was a cop first, and she accepted that.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Starsky propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over her.

“You’re damn right you will!” She stated with a smile that lit the whole room.

He cupped her cheek in his hand and bent down to kiss her tenderly. After a moment, she pulled away. “You better get outta here, before you need another shower.” She said as she moved around him and rose off the bed.

He watched her as she pranced away, throwing his head into his pillow and hitting the bed with his fist in frustration. He got up and went to his dresser to pick his attire for the day. Faded jeans or more faded jeans? He chose the more faded jeans, and a light blue mid sleeve t-shirt.

After dressing he headed for the door, Lisa walking him there to say good-bye. He turned around to kiss her, not a good-bye kiss, but a later kiss. He reached for the peg on the wall, fully expecting to grab his car keys, but the peg was empty.

“Where are my keys?” He asked.

“Well I don’t know, where’d you put ‘em?”

“I thought I put ‘em here…I always hang ‘em here” He answered, pointing to the peg, as he looked inquisitively around the room and patting his jacket pockets.

“Well they have to be around here somewhere.” Lisa offered to help the lost man find them. They both spread out in search for the misplaced keys.

“Where could they be? I always put them in the same place.” Starsky grumbled, getting irritated with his carelessness. This is why he always hung them there, many times, he’d get called in the middle of the night. He had to be ready to leave in a moments notice. There was no time to search for lost keys. “Dammit!”

“I got ‘em!” Lisa shouted from the kitchen.

“Where the hell were they?” He snapped, but not at her.

“Next to the sink.” She answered him.

“How’d they get in there?” He asked.

“Well Dave, how the hell am I supposed to know?” She snapped back.

He grabs her hand that was holding the keys and pulls her close to him. “Anyone ever tell you, you’re t’riffic?”

“Yeah, you!” She answered. He put his free arm around the small of her back and firmly pulled her to him, placing an aggressive, yet sensuous kiss on her lips.

“I’ll try to get back early.” He winked at her.

“I’ll wait.” She replied and shooed him on his way. She knew that Hutch was waiting for him and she didn’t want the blond man getting mad and blaming her for seducing him against his will.

He headed out the door turning around one more time to shoot a crooked smile at her and take one last look at the face that would get him through the day…


Starsky pulled up in front of Hutch’s apartment at Venice Place. As always, the parking spot in front was open. He maneuvered the Torino into the vacant spot, hitting the curb with his front tire, than straightening out. He knew he was going to hear bout that from Merle.

He honked his horn and leaned back to wait for Hutch, thinking about how close he came this morning to having a really great day. This had better be good. He thought.

Hutch descended the stairs quickly, opening the passenger door and hopping in, next to Starsky.

“Good morning, Gordo.” He shot a smile at his friend who gave him a sideways glance in return.

“It was almost good.” Starsky retorted.

“How’s Lisa?” Hutch asked, intentionally rubbing salt in the wound, finding the whole situation quite humorous. Hutch truly liked Lisa, she was sweet and understanding, but most important, she made Starsky happy.

“T’riffic.” He started the car, looking over his shoulder, he pulled out into traffic.

On their way to the station, the two enjoyed their usual share of light bantering back and forth.

They reported to their Captain, just as instructed. Dobey sat behind his desk, while the two detectives sat in chairs just across from him.

“You wanted to see us, Cap?” Hutch started the conversation.

“That’s right, I have a case I want the two of you to handle.” He began.

“What is it?” Starsky inquired.

“Seems we have a man in our city, that’s wanted in four different states, for assault, kidnapping, grand theft, not to mention three separate murder charges over the past 10 years. He’s been in and out of prison over the past 15 years. He escaped during the last transfer, an was last seen crossing the state line.” Dobey tossed the file on his desk in front of Hutch. Who picked it up and started thumbing through it.

“What makes you think he’s in Bay City?” Starsky asked sitting forward in his chair to look at the file with Hutch. “

Well, we have had a couple of reliable sightings over the past week. Nothing is for sure, but the department thinks it’s sufficient to put you two on the case.” Dobey informed them.

Starsky pointed to the folder in Hutch’s hand. “Says he was born in Hell’s Kitchen, New York. Hummm, imagine that, that’s not far from where I used to live.” He shrugged and rose from the chair to retrieve a paper cup full water from the cooler.

“This a buddy of yours, partner?” Hutch joked.

“Hey, that’s not funny, you know my old man was a cop, he’d never let me hang around with derelicts like that.” Starsky answered quickly, too quickly.


Chapter Two

Starsky and Hutch decided to hit the streets, their first stop being no other than The Pits. Whenever they needed information or needed to get word out, The man for the job, was their friend, Huggy Bear.

Hutch entered the bar first with Starsky tight on his heels. They walked into the noisy, smoky establishment, and were quickly greeted by the thin, tall black man.

“Well if it ain’t Hansel and Gretel.” Huggy quipped, causing Hutch to look at his partner.

“I must be Hansel.” Hutch smirked. “Sorry buddy, you must be Gretel.” He snorted and turned his head back to Huggy.

“Very funny.” Starsky responded. “Listen Hug, we need your help.”

“So, what else is new?” Huggy retorted. He loved these guys like brothers, but more often than not, when they came around, they needed help, and this time there was no exception.

“Word has it, there’s a guy in town, real bad guy…He’s an escaped convict, wanted for a lot things, including kidnap and murder.” Hutch started to explain as Starsky pulled the mug shot of their fugitive, from his back pocket, flashing it at him.

“His name’s Julio Martinez, he escaped in New York, and among other things he was serving time for kidnapping, and murder. We have had a couple of reports that he’s here, in our city. Have ya’ heard anything, Hug?” Starsky filled in the blanks.

“Nah man, not a word. He’s one ugly dude, though.” Huggy commentated as he winced at the photo Starsky was showing him. “Shouldn’t be too hard to find.”

“Can you put the word out, that we’re lookin’ for him?” Hutch asked.

“Consider it done, my friend.” Huggy assured them. “I’ll let you know what I turn up.”

“Thanks, man.” Hutch said as he and Starsky turned to head for the door.

“Where to now?” Starsky asked his partner.

“Let’s check out the liquor store owner, that positively ID’d him.” Hutch suggested.

According to the file Dobey had given them, Martinez was responsible for a robbery on the west side of town. The owner had identified him from a wanted poster hanging in the station, when he came down to sign his police report. They were lucky to be able to connect the two. That identification was later supported by another eye witness.


They pulled up in front of the liquor store, about 30 minutes later, both of them entering and approaching the man behind the counter.

“Excuse me, we’re looking for Mr. Hendrickson. Does he happen to be here?” Hutch asked him getting an irritated glare in return.

“No he ain’t here, but if you see him, tell him he was supposed to relieve me three hours ago.” He retorted, the sound of aggravation very apparent in his tone.

Starsky and Hutch looked at each other and than back at the clerk. “He didn’t show up for work today?” Hutch asked the man.

“Does it look like he did?” They got a snide response. “I should just lock the door an’ go home, it ain’t my store…”

“Does this happen often? Him not showin’ up I mean?” Starsky asked the aggravated clerk.

“Never before.” He kept his answer short and to the point.

“How long have you worked here?” Starsky continued.

“9 months. And in that time, Mr. Hendrickson never so much as took a day off…”

Both detectives looked at each other, silent communication, they had a bad feeling about this.

“Thanks for all your help.” Hutch offered the clerk as he and Starsky headed to the front door.

Before Starsky could even climb behind the wheel of the Torino, Hutch had already gotten in and grabbed the radio.

“Dispatch, this Zebra 3...” He announced.

“Go ahead Zebra 3.” Mildred responded.

“Requesting last known address on one Jonathon Hendrickson. Date of Birth 01/21/1945 Drivers License #C6459087.”

“10-4 Zebra 3, stand-by.”

Hutch looked over at Starsky who was now sitting behind the wheel, waiting for a destination to head to.

“Zebra 3, address requested is, 7354 Mar Vista Road.” Mildred informed them.

The two detectives looked at each other. “That’s only 10 minutes from here.” Starsky noted, putting the car into gear, as Hutch continued to speak into the hand set.

“10-4 dispatch, Zebra 3 is 10-19 to Mar Vista address to take 11-50.” Hutch informed dispatch that they were on their way to take a field interview from their witness.


Slightly shy of the 10 minutes they had estimated, they pulled up in front of the small, tan stucco house. The front door was around the side of the structure. Both detectives climbed out of the vehicle, meeting up on the passenger side, and proceeding to the door.

As they got closer, they noticed the broken screen, and the door slightly ajar. Hutch looked over at Starsky, their instincts taking over, both men went for their weapons, Hutch flanking the left side, Starsky, the right, backs flat against the structure. They looked at each other, Starsky giving a one nod signal, as Hutch swung around kicking the door wide open, both men entering in unison. Hutch going high, Starsky going low, legs bent and spread apart for stability, weapons in both hands, directly in front of them. They froze for a moment in time, assessing the situation quickly, prepared for anything, receiving nothing. They were able to breathe again. Starsky brought his weapon up, aiming for the ceiling, as he sidestepped to the right of the living room, heading towards the kitchen. Hutch doing the same, but heading to the left, towards the bedroom. There were some signs of struggle, a bar stool was knocked to the ground as well as a broken lamp in the corner of the dining room. Whatever had happened here, it seemed to be over. There was no noise, no signs of danger lingering.

Hutch disappeared out of sight, as Starsky entered the kitchen, finding nothing.

“Starsk, in here.” Hutch called.

The brunet quickly joined his partner in the bedroom, to find him staring down at the floor, next to the king sized bed, at a figure face down with a substantial amount of blood pooled around his head, hands restrained behind his back. Starsky bent down next to the victim, feeling for a pulse, but already knowing he wouldn’t find one.

“I’ll call it in.” Hutch informed his other half, as he holstered his weapon and headed outside, to the Torino.

Starsky rose to his feet, slowly looking around the room, for something, anything. He too holstered his Berretta, rubbing the palm of his hands on his faded jeans, then placing his hands on his waist, turning in circles. He looked down and noticed a bright blue piece of paper by the victims body. Bending down, he pulled a pen from his jacket and turned the paper over.

Vivian 5211962 Was written on it in red ink.

He furrowed his brow, stood and continued to look around the rest of the room, being careful not to disturb any potential evidence the crime lab may deem valuable.

“Crime lab and Coroner’s team is on their way.” Hutch informed him as he returned. “Find anything?”

“Got a piece of paper, with some girl’s name and phone number on it. That’s about it…Think Martinez did this?” Starsky speculated.

“Who else?” Hutch asked.

“Don’t know, but it seems kinda extreme don’t you think? I mean this guy was killed execution style, like he’s tryin’ to send a message or somethin’.”

“A message to who?” Hutch prodded Starsky to continue his train of thought.

“Got me. But he coulda just shot him, didn’t have to tie him up first, then put a bullet through his head, from the back, no less.” Starsky continued to pace the room, scanning it as he walked.

Both detectives waited for the necessary people to show up before they headed for the station to fill out their reports. As they sat at their desks, Hutch typing as best as he could, Starsky placed a call to Lisa.

“Yeah, in about an hour…Me too…” Hutch looked up at his partner. He wasn’t sure what was being said on the other end, but he could tell his partner was blushing. “Is that a promise?…Make it 45 minutes…” Hutch smiled and returned to typing the report as Starsky sighed, smiled smugly and hung up the phone.

“Hot date?” The blond asked.

“You could say that.” Starsky responded.

“Okay, Casanova, why don’t you get outta here, I’ll finish up.” Hutch offered, knowing Starsky would do the same for him.

“You sure?” The look of excited anticipation flowed across the man’s face. The look reminded Hutch of a kid at Christmas.

“Yeah, get outta here, Gordo. If I need you, I’ll call you.”

Starsky stood, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair, than turned and bent down to look Hutch in the eyes.

“You had better not need me.” He smiled and headed towards the swinging doors. Right before passing through them he turned back to his dedicated partner. “Hey, Hutch?…Thanks.” He winked and shot his friend a crooked smile, and practically bounced out of the station, whistling all the way down the hall.

Hutch smiled and shook his head, returning his attention back to the report.


Starsky brought the Torino to a screeching halt at the curb in front of his apartment. He opened the door and jumped out, closing the door behind him. He started walking to his apartment over the garage, when he realized what he had forgotten. He turned back around and danced back to his car, bending in half and reaching in through the driver’s side window, retrieving a bouquet of long stemmed red roses wrapped in cellophane, and with just the right amount of baby’s breath adorning them. He put them to his nose and took a long breath in absorbing their fragrance, proud of his selection. This would be the perfect evening.

He took the stairs two at a time, placing the flowers behind his back as he reached the doorway. With his free hand he unlocked the door, and entered his place, the aroma of the cooking spaghetti and garlic bread overwhelming him. He placed the keys on the hook just inside, and quietly closed the door, heading straight to the kitchen.

Lisa was busy with her back to him, the refrigerator door opened, and half her body in the crisper, picking out the freshest vegetables for their salad. He walked up behind her, admiring the view for a brief moment. She backed up and stood, holding lettuce, carrots, and tomatoes in her hands as she turned. She was completely startled by the man standing about a foot away from her. She jumped and screamed at the same time, swinging at the unknown visitor with the carrots still in her hand, everything else hitting the floor.

Starsky immediately felt terrible for scaring her, and reached for her with his one empty hand. “I’m sorry, babe! It’s just me, I’m so sorry.”

“Damn it, Dave!” She yelled at him, in both anger and relief.

He held her around the shoulder with his strong arm as he brought the flowers around to face her. Her eyes instantly lit up, all was forgiven.

“They’re beautiful!” She accepted them in her hands. As she was admiring them, he bent to clean the already tossed salad off the floor.

Lisa busied herself looking for a vase to put them in as Starsky finished clean up the mess he caused. When both had completed their respective tasks, Lisa continued the arduous job of cooking, the timing had to be just perfect. The sauce made from scratch, the pasta, and the garlic bread, had to finish at just the right time. She was stirring the sauce with a big wooden spoon as he grabbed her from behind, burying his face in her neck. She tilted her head trying to nudge him out.

“Stop it, that tickles.” She giggled. He continued, she turned to face him, spoon still in hand. He moved her and backed her up against the counter, kissing her firmly. She returned the kiss, but then broke away, shaking the spoon at him. “Keep that up, and dinner’s gonna be ruined.” She warned him.

“I’ll order take out.” He offered as he leaned back in for another kiss, but she turned her head to the side, causing him to kiss her cheek.

“Oh no you don’t. I’ve worked for three hours on this dinner, and you’re gonna enjoy it!” She stated, leaving no room for argument. She turned back to the stove and retrieved a spoonful of sauce. Placing her one hand under the spoon in case it dripped, she half turned and fed him a sample. He eagerly tasted it, leaving a smidgeon on his lips for her to taste test, which she did. She pulled back and looked at him. “Go wash up for dinner.” She directed the distracted detective.

“What’s for dessert?” He asked, implying the obvious.

“You’re incorrigible, Dave.” She teased.

“Yeah, and you love it.” He said as he winked and left the room to get cleaned up.

The dinner was remarkable, just the kind of meal he loved to come home. After they finished, he helped her clear the table. She was at the sink washing the dishes when he reached around and turned off the water.

“Leave them, I’ll get them later.” He took her by the wet hand and led her to the couch, sitting down and drawing her next to him. He leaned back against the arm, pulling her on top of him. His hands were busy behind her neck and in her hair, as they kissed. Dessert. He thought.

Her hands moved to his chest, rubbing through his shirt, then rolling onto her side, she pulled his shirt loose from the confines of his belt buckle. She ran her hands up under his shirt, grabbing and teasing his sensitive stomach and chest. She was driving him nuts, and she knew it. He sat up clumsily and lifted his arms above his head as she helped him shed his t-shirt, tossing it carelessly behind the couch. She brought her face down to his level, their mouths meeting once again. He loved the way she tasted. He laid back against the arm of the couch and, returning the favor, helped her with the buttons of her shirt, moaning and breathing heavily, as her hands found the button of his jeans…

The phone rang…He ignored it…

Again…This cannot be happening. He thought. She pulled away, grabbed the phone and answered it, much to his chagrin.

“Hello?” She greeted the caller, probably more politely than he would have. “Sure, hold on…” She handed the phone to the frustrated brunet. “…It’s Hutch, sounds important.”

He took the hand set. “This is not happening.” Starsky stated.

The voice on the other end was shaky and weak. “Starsk, I’m at the hospital, it’s Huggy, I think you better get down here…”

Chapter Three

“I’m on my way.” Starsky responded quickly to the sound of Hutch’s voice. He hung up the receiver and sat up, causing Lisa to slide off his chest. He looked at her, regretfully, and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m sorry, babe. It’s Huggy, he’s in the hospital. I gotta go.”

“Is he okay?” She asked with concern marking her every word.

“Hutch didn’t say, but he sure didn’t sound good.” Starsky answered.

He rose from the couch as she straightened herself out, buttoning her shirt back up as he watched her with a look of pure disappointment on his face. He walked around to the back side of the couch, retrieving his hastily thrown shirt, turning it right side out, he quickly pulled it on.

“Want me to go with you?” She asked.

He leaned forward and kissed her, than pulled back. “What I want is for you to stay here an’ keep the bed warm. Can you do that?” He pled. “I promise I’ll be back soon.”

“Consider it done.” She said as he stood and headed for the door. Uh, Dave?” She continued.

“Yeah?” He looked back at her, she was walking towards him. No, not walking, sauntering.

She reached out with both of her hands and grabbed the waist of his jeans. Smiling slyly, she buttoned his fly back up, before he left.

“Now you’re just being mean.” He said with a wink, then leaned in for a long passionate kiss that almost made him forget where he was going. He pulled away. “Lock the door.” He instructed as he grabbed his keys and headed out.

Starsky descended the stairs with two things on his mind, his friend Huggy, and the woman he had just left. He picked the necessary key on the ring and headed for the curb, looking up only seconds before arriving. The car was not there…He looked up the street, nothing. Down the street , nothing. As he turned to head back upstairs he saw the car parked in the driveway, forgetting having parked it there in the first place.

He hurried to the drivers side, opened the door and started up the car in what seemed to be one fluid movement. He revved the engine a couple times before throwing it in reverse and squealing out of the driveway.


Starsky entered through the sliding glass doors of the emergency room, walking at such a pace that the normal person would have to jog just to keep up.

He saw both Hutch and Dobey talking with one of the doctors. They were just finishing up as he was approaching.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Hutch reached out and shook the tall man’s hand.

“You’re welcome, Detective.” Starsky barely caught a glimpse of the man’s name tag. Dr. Payne. He wished he could have found that funny, but right now he was too worried. The man with the long white lab coat, turned on his heals and walked away quickly.

“What happened?” Starsky asked looking into Hutch’s eyes.

“I’m not sure, Starsk. I was finishing up the report, like I told you I would. Huggy called the station, said he has info on Martinez, and he wanted to meet with us. I knew you had plans with Lisa, so I headed over there…” Hutch drug his hand down the length of his face and took a deep breath.

“Then what?” Starsky encouraged him to continue.

“When I got there, the place was empty…It was all busted up…Chairs, tables, everything…including Huggy…”

Starsky put his hand on Hutch’s shoulder squeezing in support as his partner recounted the evenings events…

“I heard a moan from behind the bar,” He looked back up at Starsky, drawing from his strength. “He’s a mess, he was just lying there.”

“Do we know who did this? Did he say anything?” Starsky questioned, furrowing his brow.

“He could hardly talk. He said somethin’ ‘bout this being because of him snooping around about Martinez. That’s all I could understand…Starsk, his jaw’s broken in two places.”

Starsky stood up straight and took a deep breath. “Okay, what’d the doc say? He’s gonna be okay, right?”

“Yeah, he’ll pull through, he’s in surgery now. They have to set the fracture in his arm, and wire his jaw, then they’ll take him to recovery.” Dobey chimed in, noticing that Hutch was still shaken up.

“When do you think we’ll be able to see him?” Starsky asked.

“Probably not till tomorrow.” The large man speculated. He had a lot of experience with hospital waiting rooms, unfortunately. “I think the both of you should go home and get some rest. There’s nothing’ you can do here.”

“Come on, partner, I’ll give you a lift.” Starsky offered Hutch.

Hutch looked back at Dobey. “Cap’ make sure they call me if there’s any changes, ‘kay?”

“I’ll do that, son.” He promised.

Both detectives joined together as they headed down the hallway. “I found this laying right next to him.” Hutch reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of papre and handed it to the brunet.

Vivian 5211962 He looked at the paper than back at Hutch.

“That’s two.” Starsky commented…“Looks like we need to call this Vivian chick, see what she know. But first, I’m gonna take you home.”

“Starsk? Do me a favor, would ya’?” Hutch asked in a tired and strangely disturbed voice.

“What’s that?”

“Take me to the station…” Starsky looked at his partner, knowing the best thing for him right now, would be rest. “I won’t be able to rest right now anyways.” He responded, reading his partners mind, like he’s grown quite accustomed to doing.

Starsky shook his head from side it side. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Sure, we’ll head to the station, I want to check out the phone number for Miss Vivian, and see what they got on the other eye witness in the liquor store hold up.”

“Well, we sent out a uniformed officer to pick up the other witness and put her protective custody, but she’s nowhere around. Tried her home, work, everything. I had Dobey put out an APB on her…I just hope we’re not too late.” He worried out loud.


It was late in the night, or early in the morning, however you wanted to look at it. Both detectives had been on the job, going on 21 hours straight. At the station, there was barely anyone around. Starsky and Hutch both were exhausted. They were able to find out, through the phone company, that the number they had was issued to a Sal Villard. Perhaps Vivian was a wife, girlfriend, or daughter. Starsky picked up the phone and dialed the number.

“Starsk, it’s 5 in the morning.” Hutch warned his partner, figuring the person on the other end was not going to be very happy, if they were sleeping.

“And?” He said indignantly, as he continued to dial the number.

Heelllo?” The rough voice on the other end greeted him.

“Hello, I’m sorry to bother you at this time sir, but may I speak to Vivian. It’s very important.” Starsky tried to sound desperate.



You have the wrong number.”

He heard the phone being placed quite forcefully back on the hook, causing him to pull his end of the phone away from his ear.

“Must be a wrong number? Maybe he knows a Vivian?” He shrugged at his partner, obviously not satisfied with the answer, he picked back up the phone and dialed the number again.

“Starsk, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Hutch warned.

What?” The voice growled.

“I’m sorry to bother you again sir, my name is Detective Sergeant David Starsky, with the Bay…” Click…

He looked up at Hutch amazed at the audacity of the person on the other end of the phone. Pushed the button down in the cradle and released it, preparing to dial again.

“Starsk, it’s 5 am, he probably thought you were prank calling him. We’ll try again in a few hours, ‘kay?” Hutch implored his friend to stop bothering that poor man on the other end.

“Let’s get outta here, grab a bite to eat, and get some rest.” Starsky requested.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna call the hospital an’ check on Huggy, first.” Hutch picked up the phone one his desk.

Starsky listened to the one sided conversation from across the long wooden table, the department called desks. From the nearest he could tell, Huggy was doing just fine. Hutch hung up the phone and looked up at his partner.

“He’s out of surgery, it went well. They still have him recovery, but I got the room number he’ll be in later.” Hutch filled Starsky in as he rose and grabbed his jacket off the chair. “Before we get a bite to eat, I wanna make one stop.”

“Where’s that?” Starsky got up, mirroring Hutch’s movements.

“Huggy’s place.” Hutch stated as a matter of fact and headed out the door without another word, Starsky doing double time to catch up.


They pulled up in front of the closed down bar, that was owned by their good friend. Hutch entered first, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, but this was the first time for Starsky . As they passed through the doorway, Hutch heard the gasp come from his partner. There was still a crime team on the scene, so they were careful not to disturb too much.

“Jeez Hutch.” Starsky stammered at the scene before him.

Everywhere the brunet looked, every inch of the place was destroyed. Every table, chair, glass, and bottle. He had never seen such destruction confined to one small space. He felt his stomach jumped halfway to his throat, he had to remind himself that their friend was still alive, for that he was grateful.

“Starsk, his insurance isn’t gonna cover all of this. He’s gonna have a lot of out of pocket expenses here, deductibles, non-covered items, you know, that kinda stuff.”

“Whatya sayin’, Blintz?” Starsky looked at his partner, their eyes met.

“This happened because we asked him for help, one too many times…” Hutch’s voice drifted off as he continued to survey the damage.

“Hey Hutch, if you think he needs help, we’ll help. He’s our friend…We won’t let him down.” Starsky just concurred with what Hutch was feeling. They would take care of him, they would make sure he made it through this.

“What I can’t figure out, is when Huggy called me, nothing seemed to be wrong. But by the time I had gotten here, I found this…How’d it happen so fast?” Hutch replayed the events in his mind.

“More than one person, that’s for sure.” Starsky observed.

“From the looks of things, I’d say more than a small village.” Hutch kicked his foot out in front of him knocking papers, and pieces of a broken table out of his way. “Let’s get outta here, this place is depressing.”

With that both detectives exited the establishment and headed to the 24 hour diner down the street, for an early breakfast. Each driving their respective vehicles, seeing how Hutch had left his car at Huggy’s when he rode in the ambulance with his friend. They ate quickly and both headed home to get some much needed rest.


The sun had been up for a couple of hours now, he remembered his last words to Lisa, I’ll be back soon, making him cringe. Quickly checking his watch, he noted the time to be 8:15, he had been gone nearly twelve hours. He knew she wouldn’t be mad, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, and it wouldn’t be the last. She accepted that fact graciously.

Starsky skipped up the stairs to his apartment, he jiggled the handle and smiled, glad to see that it was locked, just like he asked her to do. Using his key, he opened the door and entered. Looking up he immediately saw her in the kitchen, her hair was wet, falling carelessly over her shoulders. She was wearing one of his button down long sleeved shirts, hanging almost to her bare knees. He realized how much cuter it looked on her, than it did on him, causing him to smile. He hung his keys on the wooden hook and closed the door.

She looked up at him and smiled. “You’re back, is Huggy okay?”

He walked to the kitchen as she was pouring herself a glass of orange juice. “Yeah, he’s gonna be just fine.” He answered her as he grabbed around the waist from behind, pulling her close and burying his face in her freshly washed hair. “God, I missed you, I’m sorry it took so long.” He rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Don’t be sorry Dave, it’s your job.” She leaned her head towards his.

He pushed her forward and turned her to face him. “You’re terrific, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know it, but it doesn’t hurt to hear it every once in awhile.”

He leaned forward as he gently pressed against her, kissing her deeply. She returned the kiss with matching affection, placing her glass down on the counter and wrapping both arms around his neck. Their tongues danced against each other. It just felt so right, so familiar, so complete.

Lisa pulled back first, causing her whipped puppy to duck his head, looking up through his brow at her. “Was it something I said?” He asked as she backed away, him extending his arms out to retrieve what was almost out of reach, again.

“Dave, it’s almost 8:30.”

“Yeah…and?” He seductively moved towards her as she ducked and sprinted past him, his arm grasping at the air.

“I have to go to work.” She informed him, knowing that the law firm of Nesbitt and Mc Allister, wouldn’t last a day without her secretarial skills. She was more than a receptionist, she was also a personal assistant to Mr. Nesbitt, the senior partner of the firm.

He raised his index finger in the air wagging it back and forth. “Oh no you don’t, you’re not leaving now!” He insisted.

“I have to.”

He moved closer and put his arm around her. “Call in sick!” He pled. “I swear, I won’t tell.”

“I can’t do that. You know Mr. Nesbitt is preparing a very important case, I have to go in.” She rebutted.

“Go in late.” His mind was working overtime, and so were his hormones.

“Now what if I told you that? You’re not playing fair.”

“Whoever said I played fair?” He raised his eyebrows at her, using her own words from yesterday morning against her.

She tilted her head at him in both, adoration and frustration. “I have to get ready and get out of here. I’ll be back soon.” She said as she fed him a dose of his own medicine.

“Touché.” He responded kissing the tip of her nose and releasing her, sighing heavily.

The phone rang and he immediately picked up the receiver before the second ring, as Lisa stayed close to her man, making sure he was going to be alright.

“What.” He answered, the obvious irritation evident in his voice, looking into her brown eyes.

“Starsk? Please tell me I’m not interrupting you again?” Hutch’s voice asking for clemency.

“Nah, this time it ain’t you doin’ the interrupting.” He reassured his friend, winking at Lisa and kissing her cheek. She sat at the dining room table, enjoying her juice.

“Good, listen they heard from the other eye witness, apparently she heard what happened to the store owner and went into hiding. She wants to meet with us, only us.”

“That’s great, when, where?” He pressed the earpiece closer.

12 noon, Tony’s Bar, downtown.” He answered.

Tony’s bar? Why that dive?”

“I dunno.” Hutch was as stumped as his partner was.

“I’ll pick you up at 11:30, that it’ll get us there by 12.” He informed his friend, than hung up the phone.

He bent down to kiss Lisa. “You seem in a better mood.” She noted.

“Looks like Hutch an’ me just got the break we needed sweetheart…Now you better get outta here before I hold you captive.” He encouraged her, flipping his head towards the room.

Lisa returned to the bedroom and got ready for work, leaving quickly, before she changed her mind.

Starsky poured himself a glass of orange juice, treated himself to a cold shower, and set the alarm, planning on getting a little sleep, before picking up Hutch.


Chapter Four

The phone was ringing in the distance, coming closer and closer. Starsky blinked once, then again, his body reluctantly returning to the present. He picked up the receiver and groggily pressed it to the side of his head, somewhere in the vicinity of his ear.

“Hello?” His voice croaked, rough and broken.

“Starsk? Where the hell are you?” Hutch’s voice resonated.

“Huh?” Starsky was still trying to clear the fog from his mind.

“You still sleepin’?” The irritation evident in Hutch’s tone.

“Well, of course I’m sleepin’”

“Dammit Starsk, it’s 11:45, we’re supposed to be at Tony’s in 15 minutes, you were supposed to pick me up at 11:30.”

The brunet sat straight up in bed. “That’s impossible, my alarm is set for 11, an’ it hasn’t even gone off yet.” He reached over to his nightstand, hitting the alarm button on his clock. The alarm had been set for 12:00.

“Jeez, Hutch! I screwed up,” He rubbed his hand through his curly black hair. “I’m sorry. I’ll meet you there as soon as I can. You’re closer, you’d better head on over on your own.” Starsky stammered.

“Better make it quick,” the blond warned his friend. “I’ll see you there.”

“Hutch?” Starsky called to him.


“I’m sorry.” He said as he hung up the phone, jumping out of bed, and grabbing his jeans laying on the floor. He thrust both legs in the pants and pulled them up, then collected a clean t-shirt from the dresser, and threw it on, bending down to grab his shoes, and running into living room.

Reaching the front door in about three steps, he reached up and grabbed the keys and headed for his car. His heart racing as fast as his mind…

He clearly remembered setting the clock for 11 am…Could it have been 12pm, he just thought it said 11? He was awfully tired, not to mention extremely frustrated. He’d been so damn forgetful lately. First the car keys, than forgetting where he parked the car, now this…He was definitely going to have to be more careful from here on out, more aware of his actions. He couldn’t afford to continue this behavior, as a detective it could be very detrimental. He thought to himself.

Jumping in the Torino, he started the engine, threw it into drive with a heavy jerk, and squealed away from the curb, leaving a trail of smoke from the burnt rubber behind him.

The drive took him longer than he expected. He arrived about 12:15 pm. He felt his stomach drop as he pulled up in front of the tavern they had agreed to meet her at. The scene outside was not good, there were several marked police cars blocking the entrance and part of the street.

He left his car right out front, headlights still on, drivers’ door wide opened, and the cherry mars light flashing brightly on top. Showing his badge to all officers securing the entrance, he quickly pushed his way through. Starsky could feel his face flush, his breathing increase as he made his way through the establishment, following the trail of people to the back room.

The door leading to the alley was wide opened, there was a flurry of activity beyond the threshold. He passed through the portal and stopped dead in his tracks. He saw his partner kneeling next to a lump on the ground, holding up the corner of the white sheet that completely covered the form. Hutch looked up as he saw Starsky approaching. He lowered the sheet and rose to his feet.

Starsky looked at his friend, his eyes darting around the alley in almost a panic, he swallowed hard. “What the hell happened?” He asked Hutch.

“We were too late, she’s dead Starsk.” Hutch informed him reluctantly. “An’ from the looks of things, it didn’t happen that long ago, she’s still warm.”

“But how? I mean, no one else knew but us, right?” He questioned, his mind racing again.

“Well obviously, someone else knew.” The blond stated as he put his supportive right hand on Starsky’s left shoulder and squeezed slightly. Starsky looked over into Hutch’s eyes. He saw the disappointment in his partner’s face. “What the heck happened to you today? This isn’t like you Starsk…Is everything okay?”

“I made a mistake, dammit! I’m sorry, I fucked up, okay?” Starsky cursed as he headed for the body on the ground.

He knelt beside her pulling back the cold sheet, exposing her face. She had soft features, round face, yet not chubby, small button nose. It appeared she was in her mid to late thirties. He looked up at Hutch who was now standing at his side. “Who was she?” The brunet asked.

Hutch started the narration of her information. “Danielle Campbell. She lived around the corner from the liquor store that was robbed, with her two kids.”

Starsky’s eyes darted away from his partner, away from the body, concentrating on something on the damp ground, that probably wasn’t even there. “Two kids? How old?”

“Starsk, don’t do this…” Hutch implored.

“How old?” He raised his voice.

“Nine and eleven, both girls.” Starsky sighed and closed his eyes as Hutch continued. “One gun shot wound to the back of her head, just like Jonathon Hendrickson, the liquor store owner. Both her hands bound behind her back.” Starsky stood and started to walk away. “We found this…” Hutch handed him a small piece of paper.

Vivian 5211962

Starsky, Hutch!” The bellowing voice boomed through the alley. They knew immediately that their dubious Captain was now on scene, as the both turned to greet him. “Suppose one of you tell me what the hell happened here tonight!” He demanded.

Hutch shot Starsky a nervous look than began, “Well, we got a tip that Miss Campbell wanted to meet with us, here, tonight.” He looked over at the brunet, than back at Dobey. “We were just a little late gettin’ here, Cap’. I don’t know what else to say.”

“You mean to tell me, this girl relied on you two to help her, and you were a ‘little late’? She trusted you boys, how could you have done something like this?” Dobeys’ voice was loud and angry, spit flew from his mouth as he yelled. The other officers in the alley couldn’t help staring at the scene he was creating.

Starsky couldn’t handle Hutch taking any blame in this one. “Cap’, it wasn’t Hutch’s fault, it was mine. I overslept…”

Overslept! What the hell kind of an excuse is that?” Dobeys’ eyes bulged, the veins in his neck pulsed. “A girl is dead, because you overslept?”

“Cap’.” Starsky tried to explain, but was quickly cut off.

Starsky, I want your butt in my office, tomorrow 9am!” Dobey yelled at the brunet.

Starsky dropped his head looking at the ground. ‘Yes sir.” He grumbled as the large black man stormed off.

Hutch looked at his friend. “Why’d you say anything? I had your back, buddy.”

“I couldn’t let you take the blame for what I did, Hutch.” Starsky rebutted.

“Yeah, well I guess I should thank you for that. Let’s get outta here, huh?” Hutch took his friend by the shoulder and led him to his car. “Why don’t we head to Huggy’s, grab a cold one, and call it a day?”

“Did you forget, Huggy’s is shut down for business.” Starsky reminded him.

“Oh yeah, habit I guess. Then lets go to Nellies’, her beer is just as cold.”

“Sounds good to me.” Starsky concurred with Hutch’s offered.


They arrived in their separate vehicles at Nellie’s, a popular hang out for officers. Starsky remembered the time him and Hutch were undercover, and he had to punch Hutch out, to make it look like they were fighting to the other cops that hung out there.

The two detectives walked into the bar and straight up to the counter, taking the two empty stools at the end. Nellie immediately greeted the two detectives, setting down the napkins for their drinks in front of them.

“What can I get you boys?” She asked.

“Two beers.” Hutch answered, holding up two digits of his hand.

“An’ a shot of tequila, Nellie.” Starsky chimed in, causing Hutch to give him look of concern. Starsky rarely ever drank tequila, and when he did, you can bet something was on his mind.

Nellie served the detectives their drinks and Starsky quickly picked up the shot glass and downed the contents, slamming the glass back to the counter.

“I’ll take another one, Nellie.” He said with heavy breath trying to absorb the heat of the alcohol burning his throat.

“Starsk, don’t you think it’s a little early?” Hutch asked him.

Starsky kept his head focused on the bar in front of him. “Look Hutch, a girl just died because of me…Why don’t you ask her if it’s too early.” He said as Nellie returned with the second shot, placing it in front of the curly haired man. Of course it didn’t stay there long, within seconds, Starsky had finished that one off too, then reached for his beer. Hutch sighed and sipped his beverage while keeping a watchful eye on his partner.

Both men turned their backs to the bar counter, resting up against it with their backs, beer bottles in hand.

“You know somethin’ Hutch?” Starsky sighed as he took a swig from the brown bottle in his hand.

“What’s that, partner?” Hutch said as he shot the brunet a sideways glance.

“I don’t know what’s up with me lately, but I just…”

“Just what?…What’s wrong, Starsk?”

“I don’t know, probably nothin’, I just seem to be forgettin’ stuff the past few days. I can’t explain it…”

“Does it have anything to do with Lisa? Is everything okay?” Hutch’s concern grew.

“Nah, Lisa an’ me, we’re great…” Starsky smiled as he raised the bottle for another taste. He turned sideways to face Hutch, who moved in kind. “I dunno, I just keep misplacin’ things, forgetting stuff, and now this!”

“Maybe you just need a little time off, we have been working a lot of hours lately.” Hutch suggested.

“That reminds me, I need to call Lisa. You gotta dime, buddy?” Starsky held out his hand palm up to his friend.

Hutch dug deep into the pocket of his jeans, and retrieved the small coin. “Makin’ a date?” He teased.

“To the contrary, I think she should stay at her place tonight, I don’t feel like company tonight.” Starsky replied, as he tossed the coin up and caught in mid air.

Starsky headed towards the phone booths as hutch signaled for Nellie. She headed over to the tall blond man. “Another beer, Hutch?”

“Yeah, I’ll take another one, do me a favor, bring us two burgers with the works. And a side of fries.” He ordered the food because he knew if Starsky went home alone, he’d just sulk, probably wouldn’t eat, and may keep drinking, a bad combination, he thought.

Starsky returned from the phones, with a look of bewilderment on his face. “That’s odd.”

He posed to Hutch.

“What’s that?” Hutch questioned.

“Lisa’s not at work…she left early.” Starsky’s brow furrowed.

“So what’s so strange about that?”

“She was adamant about being there today, said Mr. Nesbitt was working this big case an’ she had to be there?”

“So, maybe they finished early…” Hutch reasoned.

“Yeah, maybe.” He resigned. Starsky chugged the rest of his beer and turned to Nellie. “Fill her up, Nellie.”

Nellie returned to both men with another beer for each of them and the freshly cooked burgers, and fries.

“What’s this?” He said as he pointed at the plate.

“It’s food, what does it look like?” Hutch snorted. “Look, I knew if you went home alone, you wouldn’t eat, so I took the liberty.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Thanks mom.” He said as he grabbed the monster burger with both hands a took a bite, washing it down with a swig of his beer.

Both he and Hutch enjoyed their burgers and beer. By the time Starsky was half done with his, he claimed to be full, couldn’t eat another bite. That’s another thing that worried Hutch, Starsky was rarely full.

“Listen, I’m gonna head home.” Starsky said his goodbyes.

“You gonna be okay, buddy?” Hutch showed his concern in his face, his shoulders, his smile.

“Don’t worry, nothin’ a little rest won’t cure…” Starsky reassured him.

“’Kay, if you need anything, you call me.”

“I will.” Starsky finished the last of the foam in his bottle and headed home for some peace and quiet…


He pulled up in front of his apartment and noticed Lisa’s car out front.

“T’rriffic.” He mumbled to himself, getting out of the car, feeling a little light headed from the alcohol he had consumed.

He loved Lisa, but tonight he just wanted to be alone, no one that wanted to talk, no one that needed attention, just peace and quiet.

He ascended the flight of stairs to his place and opened the front door, finding it unlocked. He didn’t like that, too many times he had to investigate murders, especially of woman, where the perp entered from the unlocked door. He always insisted she keep the door secured. Tonight it probably irritated him even more, because of his short fuse.

He entered the apartment, and found her resting on the couch reading what looked like an encyclopedia. She turned as she heard the door open, startled to see him home so soon. Kicking her feet off the couch, she set the book on the table and headed for him. He placed the keys on the hook.

“You left the door unlocked.” He said shortly.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize it.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and greeted him with a kiss.

“What are you doin’ here so early?” He asked, gently grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back a little bit.

“Nesbitt wanted me to do some research, so I figured I could do that from here. I wanted to be here when you got home.” He was clearly distracted, she sensed it. “What’s wrong, Dave?”

“I think you should leave.” He said as he pulled away from her the rest of the way, and headed for the kitchen for another beer.



Chapter Five

“You’re askin’ me to leave?” She asked him as she followed behind him.

He open the refrigerator, grabbed a can of beer, popped the top and turned to her, “I’m sorry, babe. I’ve had a really bad day. I just want to be alone tonight.” He said as he took a long swig of the cold beverage.

“What happened?” She took his large dark hand in hers. “You’re shaking.”

He quickly pulled his hand away. “I’m fine. I just need to be alone, so if you don’t mind…”

She cut him off. “Well, I do mind…This isn’t like you, Dave. You never shut me out.”

He moved towards her, putting his arm around her waist, and bending in to kiss her quickly. “I’m not shutting you out, I just need some time.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into her, kissing him deeply, running her hands through his curly hair.

He pulled her away. “Dave what’s wrong? Is it something I did?” She asked, looking into his deep indigo eyes, pleading for an answer.

“It’s nothing you did, you can’t help me with this, I just need to be alone. Don’t push it, ‘kay?” Starsky begged.

“But I want to help,” She kissed him again passionately, feeling his body start to give in. “I can make you feel better, let me try.”

Her right hand slipped under his shirt and across his chest, feeling every muscle, every line of his chest. She let her hand trail down to his waist, continuing to kiss him into a frenzied state. Her hand rested momentarily on his waistband of his jeans. He had definitely stopped resisting. Setting his beer on the counter he pulled her harder against him, kissing her with more intensity. She could feel the effect she was having on him pressing against her thigh. His hands tangled in the back of her long hair. He picked her up around the waist, and carried her to the couch, setting her down right by the sofa. They stood, continuing to kiss, he roughly pulled her head away from his, his hand still grasping her hair. She winced slightly.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked in a tense but affectionate voice, still feeling light headed from the tequila shooters and beer. He took her mouth to his forcefully, before she could answer, pushing her back on the sofa, quickly laying on top of her, pinning her underneath him.

Her hands remained busy on his chest, pulling up his t-shirt as he removed it the rest of the way. He looked back down at her. There was something in his eyes, it wasn’t love, it’s wasn’t lust, to Lisa, it looked like fear. He reached for her blouse with both hands, ripping it open.

“Dave, what are you doing?” She asked, concerned about his odd behavior. He had never really acted this way before. They had a wonderful sex life, but this time was different. He almost seemed angry, in a hurry to achieve satisfaction. She was excited in anticipation. He was wonderful, always had been. She wasn’t afraid, just concerned about him.

“Giving you what you wanted.” He said as he pulled her arms above her head and held them there, his mouth moving from her lips, down her neck, to her chest.

She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting him take her, the way he wanted to, with no resistance.


He woke up in a slight fog, not remembering exactly what happened but feeling nonetheless satisfied. He rolled over to find Lisa sleeping with her back to him. The dark haired man pressed his body against her back. He put his arm over her, trailing his finger tip up and down her arm.

She moaned and stirred, he kissed her shoulder. Her head turned towards him, he looked at her face and smiled. “Mornin’.” He winked and kissed her. She rolled on her back, with him propped up on his elbow next to her. He looked at her face, her hair, her lips. The love he felt actually causing a pang in his heart, and a warm sensation flowing over him. He continued trailing his finger tips down her neck, across her shoulders and down her right arm, stopping suddenly.

“What the hell happened there?” He blurted out as he looked at the large purple and green bruise around her upper arm, like a band, completely encircling it.

She turned her head to examine what he had gotten so upset about. The bruise was worse than she had anticipated it to be, it was a little tender, but not bad. She looked back at him, the concern on his face weighed heavily.

“Don’t worry Dave, its’ nothing,” She tried fruitlessly to reassure him.

“How’d you get that?” His voice was insistent on an answer.

“Dave? How much do you remember about last night?” She asked as she sat up.

“What are you talking about?” His voice broke… “Well, we…ah…we…” He looked at her with his eyes filled with pain. “Are you saying that I did that?”

She nodded her head, he fell on his back onto the bed, his arm over his forehead. He tried to recall, how that happened, he couldn’t have done that, he wouldn’t have done that. And for damn sure, if he did he’d remember it…

She leaned over him, “It’s ok Dave, you just got caught up in the moment. I’m alright, you didn’t mean to.”

He looked intently at her, “Didn’t mean to? Are you kidding me? I hurt you, Lisa, an’ I don’t even remember doin’ it! That is not okay!” He threw his covers off and flung his feet over the side of the bed and got up, Lisa quickly following him.

“Dave, stop that. You didn’t do this on purpose!” Lisa pled with him.

He swung around quickly grabbing her arms in his hands. “You don’t understand somethin’, I don’t hurt women! EVER! I never have, and I swear, I never would. What happened to me last night, Lisa? What the HELL happened to me?”

“Stop doin’ this to yourself! You didn’t hurt me!”

He let go of her and pointed to her discolored arm, “Then what do you call that, sweetheart?” With that he turned on his heels and headed for the bathroom. She followed him quickly, reaching out for his arm, grabbing it and swinging him around.

“Don’t walk a way from me, dammit!” She yelled. “We’re gonna talk about this, Dave. I’m worried about you. I love you!”

He leaned towards her, “Yeah, well I’m worried about me too. And now I’m worried about you. You need to go…I’ll call you later.”

“I’m not leaving you, not now!” She insisted, pushing him into the proverbial corner. She could see she was angering him, but she wasn’t about to give up.

OUT!” He yelled pointing towards the door in the living room. His nostrils flaring, his chest heaving.

NO!” She stood toe to toe with him.

“Dammit, Lisa.” He balled up his fist, pulling his arm behind him and releasing it into the wall behind her. She let out a scream as she threw her hands over her head. He looked at her, his eyes softening briefly. “God…I’m sorry…now leave, please?” He turned and went into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.

Lisa sat there for a minute, in shock, bringing her hands down from a defensive position over her head. She looked around the room, blinking the tears from her eyes. She quickly pulled on her pants and grabbed her jacket, draping it over her forearm. She heard the shower start, her breathing was fast and uncontrolled.

Heading for the front door, she grabbed her purse, and continued through the living room. She reached out and opened the front door, startling Hutch on the other side. He took one look at her and his face turned from fear, to grave concern.

“Lisa, what happened? What’s the matter?” He entered the apartment as she collapsed into his arms.

“Oh Ken.” She sobbed, as he wrapped his arms around her.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Hutch asked Lisa, hooking his finger under her chin and lifting her head to look at him, wiping her tears with his thumb.

“I don’t know, he’s acting so strange.” She explained, as she pulled back to face him better. “Maybe you can talk to him, if he’ll talk to anyone, he‘ll talk to you.”

“Where is he now?” He asked her as she pointed towards the bathroom. Hutch noticed the area of her upper arm that housed the noticeably fresh bruise. “How’d that happen?” He asked.

“Maybe you better ask Dave, I don’t know if I should say anything.” She started to control her sobs.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” Starsky’s voice came from the doorway of his bedroom.

Hutch looked over at him, then back at Lisa. “Well I came to check on you, partner, and go with you to see Dobey. But I guess I came at a bad time?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” Starsky looked at Lisa. “I thought I asked you to leave?”

She looked at Hutch, her eyes filled with pain. “I was just going.” She collected her belongings and headed for the door, followed by Hutch. He opened the door for her as she headed out, taking one last look over her shoulder at Starsky in the doorway. “I love you.” She said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll call you later, just give me some time…” He responded and headed back into his room.

Lisa looked back up at Hutch, “Help him Ken.” She begged.

“I will, don’t worry. I’ll call you and let you know what I found out.” He winked at her as she left, he closed the door behind her.

Hutch looked around the apartment, trying to take in his surroundings, seeing if anything was out of place. Starsky returned from his bedroom, wearing his jeans and having his t-shirt flung over his shoulder, as he buckled his belt.

“Starsk, everything okay?” Hutch questioned gingerly.

“Stay out of it, Blintz.” He warned his friend.

“I’m already in it.” He responded causing Starsky to look up catching his glare. “Did you do that to Lisa’s arm?”

“What are you gonna do, arrest me, buddy?”

“Have you done somethin’ illegal?”

“Look, I really don’t wanna talk about it, ‘kay?” Starsky went about his business, putting all the loose change and crumpled papers in his slightly too tight jeans.

“Listen Starsk, we’re not goin’ out that door, until you explain to me what is going on with you.” Hutch had the utmost concern in his voice.

“Tell you the truth Hutch, I don’t know. Can’t we just leave it at that?”

“No, we can’t. Something is going on with you buddy, and I wanna help…so spill it.”

Starsky looked at Hutch, he saw the deep concern and genuine affection in his eyes. He knew he had to talk to him, he just didn’t know what to say. He sat in the dining room chair, sighing, feeling defeated.

“I just don’t know how to explain it…” He sighed.

“Just try.” Hutch encouraged him.

“Lately, I keep forgettin’ stuff, simple, everyday stuff…Where I put my keys, parked my car…you name it. I know I’ve been tired, but I’ve been tired before, an’ this has never happened. Then yesterday, setting the alarm clock for the wrong time, what the hell was that?”

“Sounds like your distracted Starsk, that’s all.”

“You know as well as I do, that’s no excuse for today!” Starsky paused, thinking about what had happened to Lisa, if only he could remember.

“Tell me what happened with her.” Hutch said, knowing what was on his friends’ mind.

“That’s just it, I don’t know what happened, Hutch. I can’t remember.” Starsky looked up at his partner.

“What do you mean you can’t remember?”

“I got home yesterday an’ she was here. I was frustrated, in a bad mood, and a little buzzed…I asked her to leave, but she wouldn’t. Next thing I know…” He swallowed hard, not really wanting to go into detail, but trying to phrase it delicately. “Well, we…ah…we were getting’ busy…” Hutch saw Starskys’ cheeks flush. “That’s all I remember…We woke up this morning, and I asked her where…where she got…that…on her arm.”

“And?” Hutch urged him to continue.

His eyes grew dark and tired. He looked to the ground shaking his head side to side. “She says I did that.”

“You did that?” Hutch couldn’t believe it either. He knew Starsky better than the man knew himself, or at least he thought he did. “That’s impossible.” Starsky would never hurt a woman, he reveled in taking down people that used women as targets, this is not something he would have done. Not the Starsky that Hutch knew, that is.

“I blacked out Hutch, I don’t remember…” He looked back up to seek Hutch’s blue eyes, he needed that sense of security he got from them. “That scares the hell outta me. What if I did do it, I mean, I musta done it, Hutch, an’ now I’m takin’ it out on her…What’s wrong with me?”

“I dunno, partner, but we’ll figure it out. First, we have to get you down to see Dobey. I don’t think it’ll be a good idea to show up late.” He stated.

“Ya’ think?” Starsky finished getting dressed, right before they headed out the door, he picked up the phone and called the florist, ordering a dozen long stem roses to be delivered to Lisa, with a card that simply said…

Forgive me.

He was mad at himself and took it out on her, there was no excuse for that as far as he was concerned.


Chapter Six

“Cap’ , I told you already, I screwed up no excuses!” Starsky was leaning over the large man’s desk, lips pursed together, brow furrowed.

“I’m afraid that ain’t gonna cut it, Starsky.” Dobey responded to Starsky’s admission.

Starsky stood back up looking around the room, he really wished the captain had let Hutch be in the office with him. He needed his partners reassurance at this point. “I know that Cap’.” He started pacing. “You think I haven’t already kicked myself in the ass over this?…Whatda want, my badge?” Starsky’s eyes were dark and angry.

“Now just calm down, son. No one is askin’ for your badge…I just need to make sure that you understand the seriousness of this.” Dobey’s voice changed from authoritative to paternal. “Fortunately with you, this isn’t something I have to become accustom to doing.” He looked back down at his desk.

“What do you want me to do, Cap’?” Starsky pled for an answer.

“I want you to see to it that nothing like this ever happens again, you got that?” The Captain’s voice bellowed again.

“I got it!” Starsky replied as he turned to leave the office, just as he reached the door, Dobey spoke…

“If it’ll make you feel any better, forensics said that she had been dead for close to a half an hour…Even if you had been on time, she woulda probably already been dead.”

“Well, forgive me Cap’ when I tell you it don’t make me feel any better!” Starsky said as he left the office, slamming the door behind him.


Hutch was waiting for his partner impatiently. He jumped up from his seat as he saw the brunet emerge from the captain’s office, eagerly approaching him.

“Hey, how’d it go?” Hutch asked, putting his hand on Starsky’s shoulder, in support.

Starsky looked into Hutch’s blue eyes, the eyes he was searching for earlier, in Dobey’s office. “How do you think it went?…I’m not on suspension, if that’s what you mean.”

“That’s good, right?” Hutch could sense his Starsky’s obvious short temper.

“I dunno, is it a good thing? Do you think I should be on the streets?”

“Yeah, I do.” Hutch answered quickly and honestly. “What I think you need, is to stop second guessing yourself. You’re gonna drive yourself nuts doing that.”

“What about Lisa? You know…what happened with her?” That was the one thing that was weighing on his mind, something he couldn’t shake, he couldn’t get over.

“Starsk, you had too much to drink, you don’t even remember hurting her. Think of it like this, have you two ever wrestled before, playin‘ around? Are you sure that‘s not how this happened?”

“Alright, just drop it, ’kay? I’ll talk to Lisa…Let’s get to work, what’s the plan for today?”

“Well, I think we need to pay a visit to Sal Villard, and find out why his number keeps showin’ up around dead bodies. He must know someone by the name of Vivian, we need to find out how he knows them.”

“Alright, can R & I get his address for us?” Starsky tried to concentrate on work, thinking that would improve his disposition.

“Already got it…” Hutch looked at his friend, as the brunet collected his coat from the back of his chair, and swung it around his shoulders, slipping his arms through sleeves and heading for the swinging doors. “Hey Starsk?” Hutch called to him.

“What?” The curly haired man turned to look at the tall blond.

“Hey, I was just thinkin’, I got two extra tickets to the fight tonight…Why don’t you and Lisa join me and Sarah? I think it’ll do you some good.”

“You takin’ Sarah out again? That’s twice, right?…I didn’t know it was that serious.“ Starsky joked. “Let me ask Lisa what she wants to do, I think I have some intense making up to do with that lady.” He winked at Hutch as he reached for the door, swinging it opened wide and leaving the squad room, the bounce in his step returning, Hutch following right behind.


They pulled up in Starsky’s car in front of Mr. Sal Villard’s residence. It was a one-story, single family home, that looked like it had seen better days. The mustard yellow stucco was badly chipped and cracked in many areas. All the windows and door frames showed peeling dark brown paint. The majority of the screens on the sheet covered windows were either missing altogether, or torn.

Starsky took the lead, knocking on the door, with Hutch standing just off the porch. The squeaky door opened, revealing an older man, wearing dark trousers, a white t-shirt and red suspenders, to hold his oversized pants up. His hair was white, and from the looks of it, the man hadn’t shaved in several days.

“”Yeah? Can I help you?” The old man offered the detectives.

“Are you Mr. Villard?” Hutch asked.

“Who’s askin’?” The man replied.

Starsky looked to Hutch, than back at the man standing before him, pulling his badge from his back pocket and flashing it at the elderly gentleman. “Well yes sir, my partner and I are looking for a woman by the name of Vivian. Do you happen to know her?”

The elderly man looked Starsky up and down, than back up again, his eyes squinting at him. “You the idiot that called here at 5 in the mornin’?” He asked curtly.

Hutch looked at his partner as the brunet stuttered and stammered in response. “Uh, um, yes sir, I did make that call, but it was very important…”

“Important?” He cut the detective off. “Important?…Looks to me like it coulda waited until today, now doesn’t it?”

“Mr. Villard, can you just answer our question.” Hutch interrupted. The man looked at Hutch curiously, so he reminded him of the question posed moments earlier. “Do you know who Vivian is?”

“I don’t know anyone named Vivian, never have known one.” He answered.

“Is there anyone else that lives here?” Starsky asked.

“My wife died last year, since then it’s just me.” His voice dropped to a solemn tone.

“Well, thank you for your time Mr. Villard. Sorry to bother you.” Starsky made their apologies as they turned to leave, turning back briefly to add, “I am sorry about the other morning, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Mr. Villard still stood behind his torn screen door and nodded once, acknowledging the acceptance of Detective Starsky’s apology. Starsky nodded back and they both left.

They returned to the Torino and climbed in, sitting there pondering their next move.

“Okay, 5211962 is Mr. Villard’s phone number, nobody by the name of Vivian. What now?” Starsky posed to his partner.

“Maybe it is still a number, but a different area code goes with it.” Hutch speculated.

“That’s not a bad idea, let’s have R & I look into that possibility.” Starsky answered as he started the motor and they pulled away from the curb.

The rest of their day was spent doing mindless paperwork. Starsky picked up the phone to call Lisa, actually nervous about what he should say. Apologizing was not one of the brunets strong points.

Hutch looked across the desk at his partners’ feeble attempt at an apology.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like those.” He spoke into the phone. “I don’t suppose you’d wanna see me tonight, would ya’?…Well you see, Hutch has these tickets to the fight, an’ I thought we’d join him an’ Sarah at the arena…I can pick you up, if you want me to…’Kay, 6 o’clock sharp…See you then…me too…” He hung up the receiver.

“Well?” Hutch asked impatiently.

“Well, we’ll see tonight…I sure hope I haven’t screwed this one up, Hutch…” Starsky was as sincere as he could possibly be, “I really like her, Hutch. I don’t wanna lose her, ya’ know?”

“Yeah, I know Gordo, I know.” Hutch said sympathetically.


The arena was packed and noisy, Hutch and Sarah went ahead and found their front row seats. Starsky and Lisa had decided to lay back and spend some time together, before entering the stadium. Lisa sat on the hood, as Starsky remained to the side of her, bent at the waist, his forearms resting on his car.

“You okay, Dave?” Lisa finally broke the silence.

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?” He continued to look down at the red hood of his car.

“Because, so far, you haven’t touched me at all this evening.” She looked at him, as he raised his head, but continued staring straight ahead.

“I’m scared, Lisa.” He said solemnly, those were not words he was used to saying, and something about them, made him uneasy.

“Scared of what?” She reached out and cupped his head in her palm, turning his head, making him look at her.

“Of hurting you…”

She leaned into him, kissing him gently, than pulling back. “You’re not going to hurt me. Stop worrying about that.”

He stood and repositioned himself so he was standing directly in front of her, his hands on her waist, her arms moving around his neck.

“How can you be so sure of that?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Because, I think right now, I know you better than you know yourself.”

“You’re probably right about that.” He kissed her and than pulled her into a long embrace, burying his face into her neck.

“Let’s go inside, before Hutch starts to worry, and sends security to look for us.” She joked.

“Come on.” He winked as he took her hand and she jumped off the hood of his car. He quickly put his arm around her shoulder as the walked together into the arena.

Just inside the gates of the stadium, Lisa paused, causing Starsky to come to an abrupt halt.

“I want to use the little girls room, before we go to our seats, would you mind waiting here for me?” She asked.

The bathrooms at the front of the stadium were far less crowded than the ones further in. Starsky knew that by using the ones here, they were probably avoiding the long lines inside.

“No, go ahead, I think I’ll use the head, too. I’ll meet you right back here.” He said as he let go of her and walked towards the men’s room. They both heard the crowd in the arena roar, it was deafening, the match was about to begin, the corridors were virtually empty, people were streaming to their seats.

He entered the cold bathroom. There was only one other person in the facility at the time. He was just finishing up, washing his hands and quickly leaving, probably rushing to get to his seat before the boxing match began. The brunet detective approached the urinal on the far left side, facing the tiled wall, he unzipped his pants and took care of business, looking straight ahead, as was customary for the men’s room.

Finishing, he zipped back up, and started to turn to leave, when he felt himself being thrown against the cold tile, with bruising force. A strong forearm plunged into the back of his neck, pinning his left cheek against the wall, as another hand pulled his right arm up his back, bending at the elbow, straining his shoulder muscles. He quickly realized that his attacker was not alone. Another man grabbed his left arm, twisting it behind his waist.

“What the hell…” He winced.

“Just shut up an’ listen, listen good cause I’m only gonna say this once…” The man hissed.

“Who are you? Whatya want?” Starsky questioned through clenched teeth, as one of the men behind him punched him in the side, knocking the wind out of him briefly.

“I know you an’ your partner are lookin’ for me, well guess what? You found me!”

Julio Martinez? Starsky thought.

“See the thing is, that I was lookin’ for you long before you started huntin’ me. An’ I been watchin’ you for awhile, Davey…” The unseen man whispered in Starsky’s ear, his hot breath on the detectives neck.

Davey? Starsky’s brow furrowed in thought. No one has called him that since he was a kid, with the exception of his mother.

“See, I know all about you…Where an’ when you eat, sleep, work…I know who you talk to…by the way, how is Huggy feelin’?…” He laughed. “…That’s right Davey, I even know who you’re screwin’…Matter of fact, I got a couple of my boys with her right now…How does it feel to be completely helpless, huh Davey?”

Starsky’s body tensed as he attempted to fight against his attackers. It was no use, they had him pinned, unable to move. All he could do was use his mouth. “You son of a bitch, touch her, an’ you better kill me now, ’cause I’m coming after you and your friends.” He spat.

He heard Lisa’s scream…

“Is she good in bed? With any luck, I’ll get a chance to find out, if there‘s anything left after my boys get done with her…Whatya think about that?” Julio sighed.

Starsky again tried to free himself from the men behind him, but they had the upper hand, this time. All he could think about was Lisa, he had to get to her.

“Oh, don’t worry Davey, she’ll be fine…for now. But just remember, I know where she works, lives, hangs out. I can get to her anytime I want, so I suggest that you and your partner back off, if you know what’s good for her!”

“Just don’t hurt her.” He pled. “If you want Hutch or me, than fine! Just please, don’t hurt her.”

With that the brunet detective felt a blunt force against the base of his skull, causing his knees to buckle and the room to turn dark.



Chapter Seven

His head throbbed, he tried to open his eyes, but the bright light forced them shut again. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and heard a familiar voice.

“Starsk? You’re okay…come on Buddy, open your eyes.” Hutch tried to talk his friend back into reality.

Starsky blinked rapidly, then squeezes his eyes tightly. “Jeez, my head…” He raised his hand to gently rub the back of his neck. Suddenly his eyes shot open wide. “Lisa!” He remembered what had happened. He tried to sit up, but Hutch’s hand on his shoulder forced him to stay put.

“Whoa, you’re not goin’ anywhere, partner. Just stay where you are.” Hutch instructed him, as the paramedic attending him, tried to support Hutch’s vain effort to make his friend stay put.

“But Lisa, is she okay?” He groaned.

“She’s fine. The paramedics are checking her out now.” He informed the brunet.

“Paramedics?” He attempted to sit up again, Hutch stopping him. “Let go of me Hutch, I need to see her.” Hutch released his friends’ shoulder as he sat up, closing his eyes to keep his head from falling off.

“Take it easy, don’t go moving too fast.” Hutch stood up, dropping his hand down to help Starsky to his feet. He knew he was bent on seeing Lisa, and trying to stop him would only make matters worse.

Starsky rose to his feet and paused, swaying gently as the room swirled around him, and the nausea hit him with a vengeance. Hutch leaned his friend against the wall. “Take it slow…”

Starsky looked at Hutch, locking eyes, “Where is she, Hutch?”

“She’s right outside.” He answered as he took Starsky by the elbow, steadying him and leading him out of the bathroom.

As they left the bathroom, Starsky saw a flurry of activity. There were police officers and medical personnel scurrying about, along with the arena security and employees. He watched for a brief moment, then scanned the crowd for Lisa.

Looking to his right, about 40 feet away, he saw the back of Lisa’s head, as she sat on a the side of a gurney, the paramedic trying to shine a pen light in her eyes. She batted his hand away. “Why won’t you let me see him?” Her voice raised in agitation at the poor medic.

“Listen ma’am, I need you to calm down…” The frustrated man begged, as he rose the light to her eyes again.

You calm down, dammit! I wanna see Dave!” She insisted.

“Lisa!” Starsky called to her as he approached. As she turned to look at him, he felt another wave of nausea hit him, this time not because of his head, but because of her face. Her right eye was discoloring, and the left side of her lip was swollen and split. He noticed the front of her shirt was ripped, Hutch must have given her his jacket to cover up with. They had hurt her…he wasn’t sure what had happened to her, but he could see she was scared.

She jumped up off the gurney, there was no way for the medic to stop her. She ran up to Starsky and jumped in his arms, sending him back stepping, but thankfully, Hutch was standing close by to help steady him. She was sobbing and talking fast…

“Oh my God, are you okay?…They said you were unconscious…Who were they?…They wouldn’t let me see you?…” She went on too fast for Starsky’s painful head to keep up.

“Shhhh. It’s okay, I’m alright…Shhh.” He tried to quiet her, his hand stroking the back of her head. “Are you okay? What’d they do to you?” He kissed the top of her head, squeezing his eyes shut again to try to stop the world from spinning without him.

“Come on Starsk.” Hutch encouraged, “let’s go over here and sit down. They still need to check you two over.” Hutch pointed to the gurney.

“Where’s Sarah?” Starsky asked his friend.

“She took a cab home, I don’t think there will be a third date, from the look on her face.” Hutch responded.

Without letting go of Lisa, Starsky and her both managed to head over to the medics, taking a seat on the stretcher. Starsky sat on the left side, with Lisa on his right.

Three paramedics tended to them, one cleaned the wound on the back of Starsky’s head, placing an ice pack in his hand to use on the goose egg that was forming, while another checked his vital signs and pupils, revealing at least a slight concussion. The third checked Lisa, finally shining the light in her eyes, revealing both pupils to be equal and reactive. They recommended both patients be taken to the local emergency room to be further examined, which of course, was declined by both. Hutch smiled, shaking his head at the stubbornness of the pair.

Lisa had told the medic working on her that she had been stricken twice, both times to the face, with no lapse in consciousness. Her shirt was ripped when she tried to get away, Starsky was relieved to hear her account of the events. She wasn’t molested or raped, for that he was grateful, very grateful.

“What about the bruise on your upper arm?” He asked innocently. “How’d that happen?”

She looked at Starsky, then back at the man posing the question. “I don’t remember how I got that, I guess one of them grabbed me.”

“It looks like an older bruise…” The trained medic noted.

“I told you I don’t remember how it happened.” She snapped back. The man smartly decided to drop the subject.

“Starsk, can I talk to you a minute?” Hutch asked for some brief privacy.

“Now?” He looked at Lisa.

“Yeah, now.”

Starsky kissed the side of Lisa’s head reassuring her that he would be right back. Then he stood and followed his partner, moving just out of ear shot from her.

“What is it?” Starsky asked his friend.

“It’s about Lisa.” He said gently as possible.

“What about her?”

“I know she’s just been through a tough situation, but some of her story isn’t makin’ sense.” Hutch informed him.

“Whatya mean?” Starsky face changed from curiosity to concern.

“Well, what she has told the police and then me…The story keeps changin’, I mean the way things happened, the order of events, several things…”

“What are you trying to say, Hutch?” Starsky looked at him with a deep fear in his eyes.

“I dunno, partner. I just think you need to talk to her in private. Find out what happened to her, who did this. I think it’ll be easier for her to talk to you.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that after we get back to my place…Speaking of that…Can we get the hell outta here already?” Starsky implored Hutch.

“I’ll see what I can do, partner.” With that Hutch finished with the investigating officers and signed the appropriate paperwork with the paramedics, stating that both victims were refusing transport to the hospital, and the paramedics would not be held responsible if one of them died over the course of the night. Now isn’t that a lovely thought. Hutch knew right then that he would be staying the night at Starsky’s place. Someone had to keep an eye on the stubborn man.

Hutch drove the Torino back to Starsky’s with Lisa sitting in the front seat between them. She leaned her head on Starsky’s broad shoulder, just happy to have the contact with him. He had his hand on her knee, and could still feel her trembling. Once they pulled up out front, Starsky got out and held his hand up to help her exit the car. She quickly took his assistance, and they were soon climbing the stairs, Hutch following close behind, in case either one of them decided to take a stumble backwards.

Once inside, Lisa took a seat on the couch, with Starsky to the right of her. He looked at her, tilting his head to the side. “You okay, now?” He asked.

She nodded. “I’m fine…”

He turned to face her, “Lisa, I need you to tell me what happened…” He bent his head down, looking up at her.

“Not now, please Dave? I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Starsky and Hutch exchanged sympathetic glances. “It really is best if you tell us now, while it is still fresh in your mind.” Hutch encouraged her.

“He’s right, you know?” Starsky reinforced Hutch’s words of wisdom.

She leaned back against the couch and took a big breath in, resigning herself to having to retell the story yet again.

“Okay, what do you want to know?” She looked back at Starsky.

“I want to know everything. Start at the beginning, an’ don’t leave anything out.”

“I was at the sink, washing my hands…someone came up from behind me, they grabbed me by the shoulders…At first, I thought it was you Dave, you know, playing a joke on me…I shoulda known you wouldn’t have done that…they told me that someone named Julio had sent them…”

He lowered his eyes for a brief moment, running his hand across his mouth, shaking his head.

“…They said that if I screamed, they would kill me…” Her voice cracked, Starsky reached over and took her hand in his. She looked back and forth between both detectives. “…next thing I knew, he shoved me into the wall…Then there was a second person in the room…he asked me if I loved you…” She was now looking at the dark haired one of the duo. “…what was I supposed to say?…I told him, ‘of course I did’…” Her lip quivered as the tears started to well up in her eyes. “…they told me you were a dead man…” Her breathing increased. “…an’ I should start looking for a new boyfriend…Dave, I thought they had killed you…” He could feel her shaking increase.

“What else did they say?” Hutch urged her to continue.

She looked at both Hutch than at Starsky with a certain uneasy appearance to her. “What did they say?” Starsky repeated. “It’s important you tell us everything.” He assured her.

She looked nervously at Hutch then back at Starsky, stuttering. “Dave, they started talking…about our private life…you know…” She looked back at Hutch, wishing he wasn’t there, but knowing that he wasn’t going anywhere, so she turned her attention back to her boyfriend, “…about our sex life…saying really sick things…telling me…telling me…” Her voice trailed off.

“Telling you what, honey?” Starsky said in the gentlest voice he could manage with the anger he was feeling.

“They were telling me that they…were coming for me later…and that…they were gonna make me see what a real man felt like…” She broke down as she leaned into Starsky’s chest and sobbed.

He wrapped both his arms around her shoulders. Looking up at Hutch, his eyes angry were dark, he whispered to her, “It’s okay, you’re safe now…I’m so sorry, babe.” He kissed the top of her head, closing his eyes.

“Lisa? Did you get a look at either one of them?” Hutch asked, giving her a moment to compose herself.

She pulled herself away from Starsky‘s chest. “I really didn’t get a good look at either one of them. What I did see, I told the police…”

“How’d you get the fat lip?” Hutch asked.

“One of them reached for my shirt, and the other one was pulling my hair, I guess I screamed out…That’s when he slapped me…then threw me on the ground, and ran out…I just stayed on the floor until security came in…they must have heard me scream.”

“Thank God, someone heard you.” Starsky commented. “That’s when they hit me over the head.” He said as he looked up at Hutch.

“Dave, I really want to lay down for awhile, do you mind?”

“No honey, not at all. Come on I’ll get you tucked in.” He rose from the couch, his arm still supportively around her shoulders, and led her to the bedroom. She sat on the foot of the bed. “Here let me get you a t-shirt to wear.” He reached in his dresser and pulled out a clean, yellow t-shirt.

She took off Hutch’s jacket, and started to remove her blouse. Starsky held the blouse as she gingerly removed one arm, than the other, again exposing the bruise on her upper arm. He felt his heart sink for a brief moment. She reached for the t-shirt and quickly pulled it over her head.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Lisa?” He asked in almost a whisper.

“Dave, I’m fine, stop hovering, okay?” She pled with him.

After removing her slacks, she climbed up into bed, pulling the covers over her. Starsky kissed her lightly on the forehead. “I’ll be in the other room if you need me.” He said as he left to rejoin Hutch.

“How she doin’?” Hutch asked as he entered the living room, tossing the blond his jacket.

“I think she’ll be okay…for now.” He replied as he plopped down on the couch, dropping his head into his hands. The nights events wearing heavily on the brunet. “They almost got her, Hutch.” He said not even raising his head, keeping his gaze fixed on the ground in front of him.

“Yeah, but they didn’t…Listen, what do you remember.” The blond asked his friend.

“Not much…” He said gently rubbing the back of his head and wincing. “I remember them telling me to stop looking for Martinez…saying they could get to Lisa anytime…” He paused, as something flooded his memory, he looked at Hutch, “He called me Davey…”

Hutch looked at him furrowing his brow. “Davey?” He repeated.

“Yeah, Davey…no one calls me that, except Ma’.”

“Think it was a fluke?”

“Dunno, there was something very familiar in the way he said it.” He sighed and dropped his head that was now throbbing out of control.

Hutch rose and went to the kitchen, bringing back a glass of water and three aspirin for his partner. Silent communication was there strong point.

“Thanks, Blintz.” Starsky willing took the pills and water from the tall blond, downing them quickly. “Sorry, I can’t think straight right now.”

“I know, partner.” Hutch put his hand on Starsky’s shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze. “You need to get some rest.”

“What I need, is a shower. I need to wash this crap outta my hair.” He placed his left hand on the back of his head and could feel the dried blood and antiseptic caked in his dark curls. “Do me a favor, keep an ear out for Lisa, in case she needs anything, I’m gonna rinse off real quick.”

With that, he rose from the couch, perhaps a little too fast, as the room spun slowly around him. He grabbed the arm of the couch to stop himself from swaying, causing Hutch reached out for his arm. “Hey, you okay?”

Starsky looked up at his friend and just rolled his eyes, “Just t’rrific.” He mumbled as he made sure his legs were going to work with him, not against him, and continued to the bathroom to shower.

While his partner was in the other room, Hutch busied himself in the kitchen, making coffee, it was definitely going to be a long night. He knew he was going to need to be up to watch his friend, there was no sleep in his immediate future…

The phone rang…Hutch moved to the dining room and answered the phone that was hanging on the wall.


Miss me, Davey?” The voice on the other end resonated.

“Who is this?” Hutch’s brow furrowed.

How quickly you forget, an’ I thought I meant somethin’ to you…”


Ah, how sweet, you do remember…How’s Lisa feelin’?”

“You better listen to me, I’m warning you…you had better stay away from her. Or me an’ my partner are gonna hunt you down, an no one on this planet is gonna save your sorry ass!” Hutch threatened.

Now come on Davey, you can’t hide behind your partner or your shield forever. One of these days it’ll be just you an’ me, one on one…”

“Where and when?” He spat through his clenched teeth.

Soon enough, soon enough…But first I wanna little taste of what you are gettin’ every night…” Julio hissed, breathing heavily.

“You son of a bitch, I swear to God, I‘m comin‘ after you!”

You’re so stupid, always have been…”

Click…the line went dead.


Chapter Eight

Starsky walked into the room, towel wrapped tightly around his waist, with another around his neck.

Hutch slammed the receiver down in the cradle. “Dammit!” He said mostly to himself, not seeing his friend entering the room.

“What’s wrong? Who was that?” Starsky approached the angry blond, as Hutch swung around in surprise.

He looked over Starsky’s shoulder, towards the bedroom. Walking over to the door, he gently pulled it closed and returned to his partners side. He wanted to make sure Lisa didn’t hear them talking.

“It was Julio Martinez.” Hutch watched his friends’ eyes widen.

“What, he called here? How’d he get the number? What the hell is going on Hutch?” Starsky begged for answers. “What did he say?”

“Now listen buddy, you just need to stay calm…don’t flip out…” Hutch’s blue eyes locked with Starsky’s, his index finger raised as a warning.

“Tell me what he said, Hutch!” Starsky’s eyes again filled with hate and anger, turning them darker in color, darker than Hutch had seen in a long time.

Hutch knew he had to tell the brunet everything, he also knew Starsky was not going to take it calmly.

Hutch pulled out one of the chairs at the dining room table, motioning for Starsky to sit down, he obliged.

“Spill it, Hutch.”

“You were right, I think they are comin’ after Lisa.”

“What did they say, exactly!”

“Starsk, they said they were going to get a taste of what you were getting.”

“That does it! Lisa doesn’t go anywhere without someone with her.” He rose from his seat, angrily pacing the living room, Hutch following close behind. “I have to talk to her about stayin’ here from here on out, at least till we find this asshole!”

“Starsk?” Hutch tried to get his partners’ attention.

“Huh? What?” Starsky turned to face Hutch, but his mind still on Lisa.

“This guy knows you…”

“What makes you say that?” Starsky posed.

“He said you were stupid…” Hutch’s words got cut off.

“Thanks a lot, buddy! That is what makes you think he knows me?”

“No dummy, it’s what he said afterwards, let me finish…He said you were stupid, and always have been…” Hutch finished.

“You think it’s a case we’ve worked before?”

“Dunno. But it’s worth looking into. Maybe before he got arrested in New York, we worked him out here?”

“What about him calling me Davey?” Starsky looked at his friend.

“Lucky guess, if you ask me.” Hutch responded. “Listen, you better get some rest while you can.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. What are you my mother now?” Starsky joked, knowing that his partner was right. The shower and the aspirin had helped the throbbing in his head. He wanted to sleep before it returned, as he was sure it would.

The brunet headed for the room, “I’ll check on you in a couple of hours.” Hutch did his best to assure his friend.

“Now you really are sounding like my mother.” Starsky quipped as he entered his room, removing his towel and putting on a pair of blue sweat pants with a drawstring waist, and climbing under the covers next to Lisa.

He was asleep, literally, before his head hit the pillow. Hutch did as he promised, waking him up every two hours, checking his faculties.


He pulled against his restraints, his wrists were bound together as he sat, tied to the chair. He looked around frantically, not sure how he had gotten here. In his own bedroom, strapped to his own dining room chair. He could see Lisa sitting on the bed, the fear in her eyes, making him nauseous. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. She was holding one of his striped ties in her hands.

Blindfold him, bitch!’

Starsky heard the voice but couldn’t see the person it came from. His head turned quickly from side to side, searching for the voice, but finding nothing.

Lisa rose from the bed, her body trembling, tears falling silently down her face. ‘I’m sorry, babe.’ She mouthed to him as she approached, wrapping the tie around his eyes, securing it tightly.

The voice returned…’Davey, it’s time to show your slut here what a real man feels like.’

He heard Lisa scream…He pulled harder and harder against his bounds. The terror he was feeling escalating, his breathing increased. He heard a struggle, and what sounded like a slap. He could her Lisa groan.

You son of a bitch, let her go!’ He finally found his voice, but instead of being loud and threatening, it was nothing more than a whisper.

Dave, help me.’ He heard her beg. He couldn’t move, he was breathing heavily, yet couldn’t get enough air in his lungs, the sweat pouring off of him. He listened as the sick, deep evil laugh resonated from her unseen attacker. He could hear her clothes tear.

I see why you keep her around Davey. Not a bad piece.’

Please, Dave! Do something. You’re not afraid of him, are you?’ She cried. ‘Stop it, you’re hurting me!’ She began to sob.

Starsky tried to scream to her, tried to talk, his voice wouldn’t work. The terrifying realization of what was happening, strangling him and cutting off his voice. Julio had Lisa, he was raping her, right there in Starsky’s bed.

No!’ He finally screamed out…


He felt his upper body shake. “Hey, it’s okay Starsk, it’s just me. Come on, wake up.” He heard the familiar voice urging him back into the present. Hutch’s voice gently guiding him back, Lisa quietly stirring next to him.

“Lisa!” The brunet sat bolt upright, sweating and breathing heavily, calling out her name, waking her in the process.

“Whoa, it’s okay Gordo, it was just a dream.” Hutch tried to calm his friend.

“What happened? What is it?” Lisa asked, rubbing her eyes wearily.

“Shhh, it’s okay Lisa, go back to sleep. Starsk here was just having a bad dream.” Hutch informed her.

“You okay?” She asked as he wordlessly reached over, taking her into his arms tightly.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He said as he held her, his eyes catching Hutch’s, the sweat beading on his upper lip. “I’m fine.” He finally let go of her, allowing her to rest back in the bed.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and followed Hutch to the living room. Hutch turned around and looked at his partner. “Wanna talk about it?” He offered.

Starsky ran his hand through his curly hair, sighing heavily. “It was bad Hutch, real bad…Julio got to Lisa.”

“Well that ain’t gonna happen, Buddy.”

“I know, it just seemed so real…”

“Dave?” Lisa’s voice came from the doorway behind him, causing him to spin around quickly.

He looked back at Hutch nervously, and then back to Lisa, hoping that she had not been standing there too long. The bruise on her eye was not as dark as Starsky had thought it would be, for that he was thankful. Overall, she looked great, considering what she had been through the night before.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said as he moved to her side. “Go back to bed, I’ll be right in.” He kissed her cheek.

“What’s going on?” She asked him, walking towards the kitchen, looking at Hutch suspiciously.

“Oh you know, just guy talk.” Hutch smiled at her, obviously lying through his teeth.

She went into the kitchen, getting herself a glass of water. “What time is it?” She asked.

8 O’clock.” Hutch said checking his watch. “That reminds me, we have to pick Huggy up from the hospital in a couple of hours.”

“That’s right, he comes home today.” Starsky said. “Hey, how’s he doin’ anyway?”

He tried to change the subject now that Lisa was present. “Good, he’s doing good. He’s gonna need some help at the Pits, but other than that, I think he’s gonna make it…I thought I’d stay there, upstairs, for awhile. At least until he is back on his feet.”

“You gonna stay with Huggy?” Starsky chuckled, knowing that Hutch was not going to get much rest staying upstairs from the bar. “The white knight, to the rescue again.” He joked.

“Listen, I hate to break this up, but would one of you mind giving me a ride to my place? I really need to get ready for work.” Lisa interrupted.

Both detectives exchanged glances as Starsky moved towards her. “Are you kidding me? You’re not going to work today.” He stated.

“Dave, you know I have to, Nesbitt would throw a fit if I take the day off. We have a deadline, and still have a lot of work to do on this case. I don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t give a damn about choices, Lisa you are not going in today. No way!”

“Is that as an order?” She looked at him as Hutch sheepishly backed away from the duo.

“Take it however you want to, but I don’t want you leaving.”

“And if I lose my job?” The level of her voice raising with her frustration.

“So be it…You’ll find another one…Don’t you get it? It’s not safe.” Starsky could not believe they were having this argument, not after what had almost happened last night.

“And what if I told you the same thing, huh? What if I told you, you needed to quit being a cop, because of last night?” She fought the good fight, and Starsky knew it.

“That’s not fair!” He shouted.

“Yeah? Well I think I told you, I don’t play fair!” She smiled at him.

“Dammit Lisa, this isn’t a game!” He stared at her intently, his lip pursed, the anger brewing.

“You think I don’t know that? You think I wasn’t scared shitless last night? But you want me to put my life on hold, because of what your life has done to me…Is that really fair?”

“I can’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let anything happen to you. But in order to succeed at that, you have to do as I say!” He tried to explain, feeling his temperature rising by the minute.

Lisa walked into the living room, she stopped by the couch and turned to face Starsky. “Since when do I have to do as you say?”

He could fill his face flush. “You know what I mean, just for now, until we catch this creep!”

“And when will that be, Detective?” She mocked him.

“Don’t do this to me Lisa.” He pled.

“And whatever you do to me is for my own good, right?”


“Bullshit!” She spat.

Starsky was shocked at her response, he didn’t even think, he reached out and shoved her backwards onto the couch, and moved towards her. Hutch rushed to their sides, up until now he was a spectator. He reached up and grabbed Starsky’s raised hand.

“What the hell are you doing, Starsky.” Hutch asked, staring at his friend, but not knowing him at this moment.

Starsky’s eyes were once again dark. He looked his partner in the eyes, taking a moment, then blinking quickly. He realized that Hutch was still holding his arm. With a sudden jerk, he got Hutch to release him. He looked at Lisa, than back at Hutch.

“She can do whatever the heck she wants!” He said to Hutch as he stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He sat on his bed, dropping his head into both his hands.

“What the hell was that?” He said to himself, not sure how the whole situation escalated to that point. Wondering what was happening to him, why he couldn’t control his temper. Would he have hurt Lisa, if Hutch hadn’t been there? The thought made him sick.

He sat there for about 10 minutes before there was a knock on the door.

“Yeah?” He responded.

The door slowly creaked open, the tall blond poked his head in. “Hey, you okay?”

“Does it look like I’m okay, Hutch?”

Hutch proceeded into the bedroom, taking a seat next to his best friend on the bed.

“Want to tell me what that was about?” He asked, folding his hands in front of him, looking down at the ground.

“I wish I new.” The sound in Starsky’s voice was like an arrow in Hutch’s heart. Hutch knew his friend was in pain, and what one felt, the other felt. “I don’t know where that came from.”

“It’s okay, Buddy, we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry…Have you thought about seein’ a doctor?”

“An’ tell him what? I’m mad all the time?…You think he’ll cheer me up?”

“No, what about you forgettin’ stuff, blacking out?…And then you can tell him that you’re mad all the time…” Hutch snorted, doing his best to lighten Starsky’s mood.

“We’ll see…Right now, we have to think about Martinez.”

“I talked to Lisa, she’s not going to go to work today. She’ll stay here while you and I go to pick Huggy up. I told her the black and white will be right outside if she needs anything. Is that okay with you? I figured it would be best.” Hutch offered. "You guys need some time apart to cool off."

“Yeah, thanks. I don’t even want to face her right now, Blintz.” He sighed.

The phone rang. By the time the two had made it into the living room, Lisa had already answered it. Both detectives watched the color drain from her face.

“You’re sick! You want me that bad, come and get me you bastard! Dave and I will be waiting for you, asshole!” She was yelling into the phone.

“Lisa, no!” Hutch screamed at her.

Starsky reached her side in about two steps, ripping the phone from her hand, and placing it to his ear. “Listen, you god damn…” Click…the line went dead.

Starsky looked at Hutch and back to Lisa. “What in the hell were you thinking? You want to get yourself killed?” He said to her through clenched teeth, again feeling his temperature start to rise.

“Starsk?” Hutch tried to give a calming, reassuring voice.

The brunet sighed loudly twice, before looking at the telephone on the wall, slamming the hand piece back into it’s cradle, nearly breaking it. He looked her in the eyes before storming back to his room to get dressed, slamming the door behind him.

Hutch informed Lisa that two marked police cars were on either end of the street. If she needed anything, she was to call the station and ask for Dobey, he’d know what to do.

Starsky came out of the bedroom, throwing on his jacket and heading straight for the door. “Let’s get outta here.” He said as he left the apartment without even acknowledging Lisa.

Hutch looked back sympathetically at her, her eyes tearing up in pain. “ I’ll talk to him, okay?” He smiled at her as he followed his partner out the door. Turning back around, he reminded her, “lock the door, and keep it locked.”


Chapter Nine

Starsky and Hutch quickly descended the stairs from his apartment and headed for the Torino. Starsky made one quick detour, stopping by the black and white, that was positioned closest to his place. There was another one right down the street. He walked up to the driver’s window, and bent in half to look Officer Watson in the eyes, partly to show how serious his was about this.

“Hey George.” He greeted the uniformed man.

“Starsk.” The man returned the formality.

“Listen, keep an eye out on the place. Make sure nothing happens, I’m trusting you with something very important to me.” The brunet looked up at Hutch, then back at the nervous young officer in the car. He raised his index finger at him, in warning. “You call us, if anything, anything looks unusual. Got it?”

“Got it.” The man promised as Starsky thumped the roof of the patrol car and headed for his vehicle.

As they headed for his car, Starsky reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out his keys, a small piece of paper accompanied it. He almost tossed it to the ground before reading it, but his curiosity got the best of him, and he unfolded it.

Vivian 5211962

He looked up at his partner. “Hutch.”

“What is it?” Hutch asked as he handed him the note. Hutch read it quickly then handed it back to the brunet. “Think they put it there last night, in the bathroom?”

“They must have. This is some kinda game…I just wish I knew the rules.” Starsky replied as he crumpled the paper and through it to the ground in anger.

“Starsk, you never got a look at either of them?”

“Not even a peek.” Starsky answered. “Got a real good look at the wall, and the ground, though.”

Both detectives loaded into his Torino, and they pulled away, squealing the tires in true Starsky fashion.

As they headed to Bay City Memorial to pick up their friend, Hutch found it the most opportune time to talk to his partner like he promised Lisa he would.

“Listen Starsk, I don’t want to butt in or nothin’, but don’t you think you were a little rough on Lisa? I mean she’s been through a lot too.” Hutch tried to tread gently.

“Drop it Hutch.” Starsky said without seemingly being phased by the question.

“Well, I think you shoulda said something to her when we left. I mean, she’s gotta be scared too, and it doesn’t do any good to fight about it.”

“I thought I told you to stay out of it, Blintz!” Starsky’s temper began to flare, you could hear it in his voice.

“Hey look Buddy, I’m just trying to help…” Hutch’s words were cut off as Starsky skidded to a halt against the curb on the side of the street.

Turning to look at his partner, Starsky’s eyes once again changed. “If I need your help in that department, I’ll ask for it, but until I do, you had better let it go!”

“Okay, calm down Starsk.” Hutch said raising both his hands in the air, surrendering. This was not a conversation they were going to have, not now…”Let’s just get to the hospital safely, okay?”

Starsky threw the car back into drive and continued to the hospital. Hutch sat there silent, wishing he new what was going through his friends mind. This wasn’t like him, to keep things from Hutch. They could talk about anything, anytime…Starsky was changing, and Hutch was worried. Whatever was bothering his partner, Hutch was bound to figure it out and help him through it, whether he liked it or not.


Huggy was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, his legs dangling over the side, when Starsky and Hutch entered the room.

“Hey Hug, how you feelin’?” Hutch asked.

Huggy picked up a pad of paper and a pencil that was sitting next to him on the bed. His jaw was still wired shut, and he found it painful to try to speak. He frantically scribbled something down and handed it to the blond, who read it out loud.

What the hell took you two so long?’ Hutch smiled knowing that Huggy was feeling more like himself.

“You know how Starsky drives.” Hutch joked in response, looking over at his partner, who just shot him a sideways glance, obviously still irritated by what they had discussed on the way there.

Starsky busied himself collecting all of Huggy’s personnel belongings, getting them ready to take to the car.

“Yeah, well at least my car made it here. And as for my driving, seems to be better than your timing lately, huh Buddy?” Starsky quipped. “Listen, I’m gonna take this stuff downstairs, I’ll be back.”

Starsky left the room with an armful of flowers, cards and items that needed to make the trip with them. As the door closed behind him, Huggy looked at Hutch furrowing his brow, grabbing the pad and pencil again.

What’s with him?’ It read.

Hutch looked at their friend, “I wish I knew…Girl trouble if you ask me.” Hutch responded. “Listen, let’s get you home.”

Hutch retrieved a wheelchair on the other side of the room. Huggy gently rose from the bed and, with Hutch’s assistance, sat in the wheelchair, ready to leave this home away from home, his left arm in a heavy cast that went from his shoulder to his hand, a bar supporting it out to his side.

“By the way Huggy, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve already taken some of my stuff to your place.” Hutch informed the thin black man sitting in front of him. Huggy looked up at him curiously. “You don’t think you’re gonna be able to run that place by yourself in your condition, do you?”

Huggy waived both of his hands, trying to decline Hutch’s offer of help.

“Too bad, my stuffs already there, so I don’t want to read another word about it.”

With that Hutch spun his friend around and they headed to find a nurse to sign the discharge papers.

Starsky dropped the two off at the Pits and left abruptly, adding to Hutch’s concern. Hutch had already placed his stuff in one of the upstairs rooms that Huggy frequently rented out. The work on the establishment had been done in record time. Partly because of the insurance, and partly because of the two detectives he had as friends.


Starsky returned home, his head throbbing. He waived to the officers out front as he took the stairs two at a time. He was actually relieved to find the front door locked, using his key, he opened it and entered, Lisa was in the kitchen making a salad, for her lunch. Starsky often thought that she ate more like Hutch, than him. He noticed that she was wearing one of his favorite outfits. A rust colored midriff halter top, exposing the delicate curves of her back and stomach, and the tightest pair of stark white hip hugger pants, with a flare at the bottom of the legs.

He hung his keys on the wooden dowel by the door and hung his jacket next to them. Moving to the couch, he plopped down with a heavy sigh as Lisa watched him, neither one saying a word. He rubbed his head with his hands, she knew he was hurting.

Without saying a word, she retrieved three pills from the cupboard and filled a glass with water. She walked over to him, holding out her hands.

He willing took the aspirin and glass of water, from her and downed them both quickly. She took back the glass and placed it on the coffee table.

He looked up at her, “Thanks…Lisa, I am sorry about earlier, I just worry about you. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

She looked down at him with sadness and pity in her eyes. Without saying a word, she straddle him, sitting on his lap, placing her arms around his neck.

“Dave nothing is going to happen to me, you won’t let it.” She said as she leaned in and kissed him passionately.

“You sure about that?” He said when he finally came up for air, his hands gently on each side of her waist.

“Just relax Dave, let me make you feel better.” She said as she gently began rocking her hips back and forth.

“Lisa please, not now, I have a headache.” He pled.

“I know, that is what I am trying to cure.” She leaned in and started gently kissing his neck. He threw his head back on the couch, sighing. He couldn’t resist her, never could. She knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

“Lisa.” Was all he could say. She continued to rock back and forth, slowly at first, than faster as she felt his body start to respond, his hands still on her waist, not protesting the motion she created.

“That’s a good boy Dave. Just relax.” She whispered in his ear as she nibbled on his lobe.

“Mmmmm.” He moaned as he gave in completely to her advances…

He stood, carrying her on his hips, and took her into the bedroom, she continued to tease his neck and ears as they walked. He laid her on the bed, standing over her, she sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. She directed him to sit next to her as she once again sat on his lap, pushing back onto the bed, moving her hands slowly downward to his jeans, he closed his eyes…She was in control, and he loved that.


Starsky and Lisa enjoyed a nice quiet lunch. After that afternoon, nothing could spoil Starsky’s mood, not even the rabbit food they ate for lunch. They found themselves smiling at each other for no apparent reason, other than the moments they just shared together.

The phone rang, and Starsky rose from the table, grinning at her as he picked up the receiver. “Yeah?” He greeted the caller.

“Starsk, it’s me.” He recognized Hutch’s voice.

“What’s up?”

“Just wanted to see if everything is okay there.” Hutch informed his friend.

“Couldn’t be better, Blintz.” Starsky said as he clicked his tongue and winked at Lisa.

“Well that’s terrific…Hey listen, do you and Lisa wanna come by Huggy’s? Maybe play a game of pool, have a drink, or something?” Hutch asked, but Starsky saw right through his partner.

“You need help runnin’ the place, don’t ya’?” Starsky smirked.

“Well now that you mention it, I could use a hand.” Hutch admitted.

“We’ll be right there.” Starsky assured him and hung up the phone. Looking at Lisa he told her what was happening. “Hutch just put out an SOS, we need to help him at Huggy’s.”

Without a word, Lisa rose and cleared the table, “Just give me a second to grab my shoes and purse.” She knew that Hutch was very important to Starsky, and if she was going to stay in his life, Hutch needed to be important to her too.

They headed for Huggy’s place, sitting closer to each other, in the car, than usual.

Once they arrived, they noticed that the place was jumping, Hutch was running around looking more like a madman, than the, in control, mature man that he was. Starsky couldn’t help but laugh at the look of fear and desperation on his partners face. Lisa grabbed an apron from behind the bar and jumped right in. Taking orders, filling orders and tending to the customers. Starsky couldn’t help but be impressed, she was a chameleon, able to adapt to any situation. As for Starsky, he felt more like Hutch, a fish out of water, flopping around searching for help.

Huggy was no where to be found, which was a good thing, it was best if he didn’t see they disarray his business was in. Organized chaos was a good way to explain it.

The three worked hard, very hard. Three and a half hours later, it started to slow down, the three were able to breathe again. The staff that Huggy already had in place, were able to handle the flow on their own. Hutch, Starsky and Lisa took a seat at the bar, after Lisa had served up three ice cold beers for the trio.

Hutch sat on one bar stool, while Starsky sat on another. Lisa propped herself between Starsky’s legs, with her back against his chest, he wrapped his left arm around her, placing a kiss on the side of her face.

Hutch noticed the change in the pair, and was glad to see that they had obviously made up, another relationship crisis avoided. The three made small talk, discussed the evenings events, and congratulated each other for a job well done.

Lisa removed herself from Starsky’s hold, made her excuses, and headed for the bathroom.

Hutch couldn’t help but notice his partner watch her as she walked away, a boyish grin covering his face, making Hutch smile as well.

The phone behind the bar rang, Diane, Huggy’s bartender, answered it. She brought the phone to Starsky, “It’s for you.”

Starsky furrowed his brow, confused over who could be calling him. “Starsky.” He addressed the caller.

Davey, so nice to talk to you again…”

Martinez?” He spat into the phone.

Hutch knew immediately who was on the other line. He went into Huggy’s office and picked up the other line, placing his hand over the mouthpiece.

Did you have a good time today, Davey?”

“What the hell do you want?” Starsky asked, looking around the bar to make sure Lisa was nowhere near.

What I want is some of what you’re gettin’? Just a taste of that sweet piece you got.” Starsky’s face flushed as his anger grew. “By the way, she looked especially hot today, don’t you think?”

Starsky realized that Lisa was being watched, his heart jumped to his throat as he felt a pain in his stomach.

“Look, you son of a bitch…” He was cut off.

Did she make you feel good today, Davey?”

“If you think…” Starsky was unable to finish his thought.

You are so weak, so stupid…You think you can do anything without me watching? I know what you did to her and how you did it! She‘s real good, ain‘t she?”

Hutch sighed from the other room, he knew the anger Starsky was feeling, he felt it too.

“I swear, if you don’t leave us alone, I will personally…” Starsky was breathing heavily, finding it difficult to control his thoughts.

I will personally what?”

Starsky couldn’t think, he looked up as Lisa was returning from the ladies room, smiling. He didn’t want her to hear this, didn’t want her to be a part of any of this. He raised his glass asking her to get him another beer, which she happily did.

You realize, I could have her whenever I want, I’m just waiting for the right moment…Soon Davey, real soon,” Julio informed the curly haired detective.

“Like I told you before, touch her and you better kill me, you fucking coward!” Starsky hissed.

It’ll be just like old times. I can’t wait, can you? This is going to be so much fun…Oh, make sure you tell Huggy I said hi.” Click …

Starsky slammed the phone down in it’s cradle as Lisa was walking up to him with his beer in her hand. He was panting heavily.

“Who was that?” She asked him.

He ignored her, looking for Hutch to come out of Huggy’s office.

“Dave? Who was that?”

He walked right past her and up to Hutch with his empty beer glass in his left hand.

“The fucker has been watching me, watching us!” He said to his partner.

“I know Starsk, I know.” Hutch was scanning the bar, looking for anyone out of place.

Starsky was looking around as well. He took the glass in his hand and heaved it against the back wall shattering it, shocking Hutch at the same time. Lisa looked on, helplessly, tears welling in her eyes…So much for their great day together…

Chapter Ten

He looked down at her, the fear in her eyes exciting him.

Dave, please don’t do this.” She pled.

You know you want it Lisa…” He hissed as he bent down and pulled her up off the floor by a handful of her hair. He roughly cupped her face in his large strong hand and kissed her, forcing his tongue in her mouth.

She groaned, he pulled away, licking his lips, smiling at her. He threw her onto the bed, quickly jumping on her, pinning her underneath him.

Please don’t do this, you’re hurting me.” She cried.

Hurting you? I haven’t even begun to hurt you…” He reached in his back pocket and pulled out his cold steel handcuffs, grabbing her right wrist with bruising force, he clicked the metal bracelet harshly around her delicate arm.

Stop this…” She whispered. “Please?”

His eyes were dark, almost black in color. He secured the other end of the cuffs to the headboard as he rose up off of her momentarily.

Why are you doing this, Dave?”

You really thought you were in charge? I want to show you who is REALLY in charge, bitch. You know you’ve wanted this all along” He said as he paced back and forth in front of her.

As he moved closer to her side, he raised his arm high above his head, bringing it down in a backhand across her cheek, snapping her head back. She screamed out. He had no idea that hearing her scream would make him feel so good.

He jumped back on top of her, pinning her to the bed. She sobbed quietly. “Please don’t do this…”

Shut the hell up.” He said through clenched teeth as he reached down and tore open her shirt.

He reached up and grabbed another handful of her hair, bending her head back and burying his mouth in her neck. Nibbling and biting her as his body started to press harder against hers.

Please, nooooo!”

That’s right, Davey, take her!” Starsky heard Julio’s voice, but couldn’t see his face.

“Dave, wake up…Stop it…Dave…”

He blinked quickly, reality flooding back to him like a scene in a movie. One scene fading out as the other became more clear. He was breathing rapidly, his body tense, his arm raised, ready to strike her. At first he wasn’t sure where he was, he quickly became aware of Lisa’s voice…

“Dave, noooo!” She screamed as he came back around. “What are you doing? Wake up, please wake up…” She started to cry.

He was sweating, his whole body shaking. He became aware that Lisa was under him. He was laying on top of her, just like in his dream, if it was a dream. He slowly eased up off of her, shaking his head.

“Lisa…” He fell to his side on the bed. “What the hell happened?” He asked staring at the ceiling as she raised herself up over him.

“You were having a nightmare, Dave.” She tried to grabbed his shoulder to comfort him, but he jerked away, quickly rising up off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

He went directly to the sink, turning on the cold water and splashing his face, trying to calm the increasing nausea he was experiencing. He looked up at the reflection in the mirror, his eyes appeared dark and sunken, his complexion pale.

What is happening to me? He thought to himself.

“Dave, it was just a dream.” He looked up to see Lisa standing in the doorway.

“It was more than that Lisa. I almost hurt you, again!” He said as he pushed by her and headed for the kitchen. She followed right behind him.

He reached the kitchen and opened the cupboard by the stove, retrieving a bottle of whiskey, he turned and grabbed a glass from the cupboard by the sink.

“Do you really think that is going to help?” Lisa asked.

“Go back to bed Lisa, please.” He directed her. “I don’t want to talk right now, so just go back to bed.”

Lisa looked at him, than headed back to the room.

Starsky filled the glass halfway and downed the dark whisky in one shot, filling it again quickly. He wanted to talk to Hutch, he needed to talk to Hutch. For one of the few times in his life, he was frightened. He picked up the phone in the dining room and dialed his friends number.

“Hello?” Hutch’s voice was rough and tired.

“Hutch?” Starsky strained to sound in control, but failed miserably.

“What’s wrong Starsk?” Hutch was instantly wide awake and ready for anything.

“I need you, buddy. Can you come over?” His voice was weak and pathetic, something Starsky was not accustomed to feeling.

“I’m on my way.” The phone was dropped back in it’s cradle immediately.

Starsky knew that Hutch was on his way, he’d help him figure this out, he’d have to…


The door flew open, Hutch didn’t even bother to knock. Starsky was still nervously pacing the living room floor.

“What is it Starsk? What’s wrong?”

“Hutch I need your help.” He looked at his friend. The loss and pain in his eyes is something Hutch has rarely seen from the brunet. “Something’s wrong with me, an’ I don’t know what it is…”

“Whatya mean, Starsk?” Hutch tried to keep up with the brunet’s pacing around the living room, than headed for the dining room table. “Come over here and sit down for a minute and tell me what the hell is going on with you.” He said as he pulled out a chair for his friend.

Starsky reluctantly took a seat at the table dropping his head into his hands, sighing heavily. “Hutch, you gotta help me.”

“I’ll help you, buddy. You just have to tell me what’s wrong.” Hutch placed his hand on his partners shoulder, giving as firm squeeze.

“I wish I knew. It’s a bunch o’ stuff, like forgettin’ everything. Being angry all the time. Now I’m startin’ to have dreams…weird dreams, Hutch. Tonight I was having a nightmare, an’ when I woke up, I was about to hurt Lisa…” He just looked at his friend, locking eyes. “I’m scared, Hutch. I’m really scared.”

“What do you think it could be?” Hutch asked.

“You think that if I had any idea what it was, that I woulda called you over here in the middle of the night?” Starsky’s voice was raised.

“We need to get you to your doctor. I’m sure it’s nothing serious, Starsk.” Hutch tried to reassure his friend, but the truth was that Hutch feared it was something very serious. All kinds of thoughts raced through his mind…

Could it be a tumor, a chemical imbalance, a mental instability? Any three of those sounded very serious indeed, Hutch thought.

“Starsk, we’ll figure this out together, the two of us?” He said confidently.

“Just the two of you?” Lisa’s voice came from the doorway. “And I suppose that I don’t figure in on this, do I? It’s not like I have a vested interest any of this,” Her feelings were obviously hurt. You could hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes.

Starsky looked back over his shoulder, this is the last thing he needed right now. To worry about someone else’s feelings, he was worried about his own at this point.

“Listen, it’s late. Let’s just go back to bed, both of us, we can talk about this in the morning.” Starsky tried to appease her, as she walked back into the room. He looked back over to Hutch who could see Starsky’s hands trembling. “Would it be askin’ to much to ask you to stay here tonight? Just in case I need you…” He dropped his head. “Just in case Lisa needs you.” Those word pierced his heart, he didn’t trust himself to be with her, not now.

“You’re gonna have a tough time gettin’ rid of me, Gordo.” Hutch smiled and winked at his best friend.

Starsky was so thankful to have someone like Hutch in his life. There were several occasions where the brunet was sure he’d of been dead without that tall blond lummox that stood before him.

Starsky proceeded to get Hutch a pillow and a blanket, settling him in for the night. He than returned to the bedroom to face Lisa, who was sitting up, on her side of the bed. He moved around the bed and sat, with his back facing her.

“Lisa, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” His head lowered, looking defeated. “I just don’t know what to do right now.” He turned to look at her, his deep indigo eyes filled with pain. “I’m worried Lisa.”

She scooted over towards him, putting her arms around his neck, pulling him backwards, to her chest. He laid against her sighing. “I’m here for you Dave. Don’t worry, everything will be fine, you’ll see.” She spoke tenderly, as he laid back onto his pillows. They both got under the covers, only this time, she held him, instead of the other way around. He was afraid to hold her, afraid to touch her, afraid to love her.


The morning came far too quickly for any of them, it hadn’t been the most restful night. Starsky got up and got in the shower, Lisa was in the kitchen putting the coffee . Hutch rolled off the couch, catching himself with his hands before hitting the ground. He stood, stretched back, and then tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He groggily made his way to the kitchen.

Unintentionally silent, he came up behind Lisa who was cleaning up some spilt coffee grounds off the floor. She was stooped over as she was backing up and bumped right into Hutch. Without looking back, she stood and leaned against him, pressing her body to his. “Well that was quick.” She said.

Hutch nervously cleared his throat, “Eh-hem.” His face turning three shades of red, as he backed away in response.

Lisa jumped as she realized that the man behind her, was not the one that should be there, the one she expected to see. “Hutch! I’m sorry…I…I thought you were Dave.” Her flushed face, matching his.

Hutch smiled as he wiped his chin with his hand and stuttered in response. “My fault…I shoulda said something.”

“You want some coffee?” She offered as she pulled three mugs out of the cupboard.

“Love some.” He answered.

She turned to look at him with a coy smile and a bat of the eyes that made Hutch a little uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure, if he was just still feeling awkward from what had just happened, or if she was trying to make him feel uncomfortable. For now, he chose to ignore the subtle gesture.

“What do you think is going on with Dave? Honestly?” She asked as she served him his mug of hot, black coffee.

“Couldn’t tell ya. I’ll take him to the doc today, maybe it’s just a virus, or who knows what else can be makin’ him feel like this. They’ll probably do some tests, then make us wait for the results?” Hutch tried to be optimistic.

“How long do you think they’ll make us wait?” She questioned.

“Hard to say. A day, maybe even a week. Dunno.” Hutch looked up at her, there was worry in her eyes. “I’m sure he’s fine Lisa, don’t worry.”

He knew than that she meant nothing by the smile she had given him earlier and approached her, putting his arm around her shoulder supportively. She looked up at him, “I’m worried about him, Ken.” She said, he felt her quiver. Hutch pulled her into him and hugged her.

“I know you are, so am I.” He said placing his chin on the top of her head.

“So are you, what?” Starsky’s voice came from the bedroom doorway.

Lisa broke the embrace quickly and headed for Starsky, Hutch nearly knocked over the lamp on the small end table in the dining room, but caught it before it hit the ground.

“Easy there, Hutch.” Starsky observed.

“We are both sure that you’re fine, partner.” Hutch covered. The last thing the brunet needed was people around him feeling down and worried. He needed the positive support that Hutch was always there to give him.

The two detectives finished getting ready and headed for the door, Lisa following close behind. “You sure you don’t want me to go with you, Dave?”

“I think it’s best if you wait here, we won’t be gone long, I promise.” He kissed her nose, grabbed his jacket, and noticed his keys missing from the hook on the wall.

He put his jacket on and turned in a circle, looking for his keys. Patting his jacket he heard the jingling his left pocket, he shrugged sheepishly and looked at Hutch, as he pulled them out.

“Why don’t you drive, Blintz.” He said as he threw Hutch the keys.

“Good idea.” Hutch replied.

“Lock the door.” He instructed Lisa as he pulled the door closed behind him.


Starsky hated doctor offices as much as he hated hospitals. Okay, almost as much, at least he can leave the offices, when he gets bored. He did have Hutch there to keep him company.

Dr. Christopher Davis had been his doctor for several years now. He was familiar with the brunets’ dislike for the medical field. The only time he saw Starsky was when Hutch had insisted on bringing him in or when he made rounds a the hospital after one of the detectives many injuries, usually to his head.

Both Starsky and Hutch sat patiently in the small room, waiting for their turn. Hutch rummaged through the drawers of the stark white room, as Starsky paced back and forth in the little area he had.

“I’m feelin’ much better Hutch, let’s get outta here, huh?” Starsky pled wringing his hands, furrowing his brow at his partner.

There was a light knock on the door, and it opened, Starsky had to back up to keep from getting hit by it.

“Detectives, what brings you two here today?” Dr. Davis addressed the two.

Starsky smiled, wordlessly. Hutch had to speak up. “Uh, it’s my partner here, doc. He seems to be having some problems lately, and we think we need your help.”

“Well, that doesn’t surprise me. What is it gastrointestinal trouble, you know I’ve told you about your diet before Detective Starsky.”

“No, no that’s not it at all. I’m fine really. Hutch here is just overreacting.” Starsky said boyishly.

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that.” Dr. Davis advised the brunet.

After listening to the symptoms and events that had brought the duo to see the doctor, he decided to order a series of tests, including blood work up, urinalysis, and chemical screenings. He had even discussed the possibilities of neurological disorders and ordered an MRI and CAT scan to be performed the following week.

As he left the room to file all the appropriate paperwork with the labs, Starsky looked at Hutch. The look on his face caused a pain in Hutch’s heart.

“They think somethin’ may be wrong with my brain? What if it’s a tumor, Hutch? What if somethins’ getting blocked. That doesn’t sound very promisin’ now does it?” Starsky rambled of quickly.

“I’m sure it’s nothin’ like that, they just want to rule that stuff out. You don’t think that with your thick head, anything would stand a chance in there?” Hutch joked.

A young nurse entered the room, carrying a tray. She instructed Starsky to sit on the table as she used his right arm and drew several vials of blood. Starsky was beginning to worry that he would have enough left to function. She the placed a band aid and gauze over the pin prick site and bent his arm at the elbow, instructing him to keep it there.

Standing in front of her tray again, she retrieved a plastic specimen cup and handed it to the brunet pointing him the direction of the nearest bathroom. He was holding his arm up and looked back at his partner.

“What?” Hutch asked. “You need some help?” He kidded.

“Very funny.” Starsky said with a certain sound of disgust, Hutch was having too much fun with this, he felt.

Another nurse entered the room. “Mr. Starsky, there’s a call for you at the front desk.” She informed the detective.

Both Starsky and Hutch exchanged looks and followed her direction. They approached the counter, one of the receptionists handing Starsky the phone.

“Yeah, Detective Starsky here?” He placed the phone to his ear, cupping the mouthpiece in his left hand.

Davey, what’s the matter? Not feeling well?”

Starsky looked up at Hutch and motioned to the phone with his hand. Hutch went to the next available phone and picked up the line.

Martinez? What the hell do you want?” Starsky asked, a lump forming in his throat, he swallowed hard.

What have I wanted all along Davey?…A taste of what you’ve been hittin’ every night. And tonight, I got it.”

Starsky could hear someone sobbing in the background. He couldn’t tell who it was.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He clenched his teeth.

She’s pretty damn good too. You’re a lucky man.”

Starsky found himself nauseous and momentarily speechless.

Noooo!” He heard Lisa scream out.

His eyes darted about wildly, then locked with Hutch’s.

What’s the matter Davey, don’t know what to say?…Remember I told you, anytime, anywhere…Well, just so happens, that it’s tonight, in your bed.” Julio laughed. “You know, she called and called for you, I finally had to shut her up. Wanna know how I did that?”

The muscles in his jaw flexed as his teeth ground together. “You hurt her, an’ you’re a dead man!”

You shoulda seen the look on her face, Davey…You woulda loved it…Maybe next time.” Click, the line went dead.


Chapter Eleven

They were racing through the streets of Bay City, they had to get back to Starsky’s place and fast. Hutch continued to try to raise the officers that were supposed to be watching Lisa and his place on the radio. There was no response, Starsky’s heart was blocking his throat making it very difficult to swallow. His knuckles blanched white around the steering wheel of his Torino. Every corner they took landed Hutch to one side or the other of the front seat. He did his best to hold on, to the door, the dash, even the roof of the car at times.

“Dispatch, this is Zebra 3, I want every available unit sent to 2000 Ridgeway Place. But they are not, repeat, NOT to make a move until Starsky and I get there.” Hutch ordered in to the radio.

“10-4 Zebra 3.” Mildred responded.

“I want a direct line patched through to Captain Dobey.” He continued, looking over at his partner, catching his gaze for a brief moment. Saying everything, without speaking a word.

“Dobey, here.” He heard the voice resonate over the air waves.

“Cap’, it’s Hutch. We are on our way, Code 3, to Starsky’s place. We don’t know for sure, but Martinez may have gotten to Lisa.”

Starsky felt the arrow in his chest as Hutch said what they were both thinking. He swallowed hard.

What? How can that be, they had plenty of protection, what the hell do I have those officers sitting outside for? How could this have happened?” Their captain spewed.

“I dunno, cap. We don’t even know what has happened yet.”

“I’ll meet you there.” Dobey informed them and ended their conversation.

“10-4, Zebra 3 out.” Hutch replaced the mic back on it’s holder.

After a brief, unsettling moment of awkward silence, Starsky spoke. “Hutch, what if…?” Starsky couldn’t finish the sentence, he didn’t have to.

“She’s fine Starsk, she’s fine.” He reached over and placed a comforting hand on the brunet’s shoulder.

Starsky again took a corner far too fast, causing Hutch to grab both the dash and the door to keep from winding up in Starsky’s lap.

As they screeched to a halt in front of Starsky’s apartment, the black and white was still parked out front. Both of the detectives got out, drawing there weapons. They approached the uniformed officers and found them slumped over, unconscious. Hutch reached through the window of the car, checking the passenger’s neck for a pulse. He looked over to Starsky.

“He’s alive.” Hutch reached in and retrieved the radio, calling for an ambulance, than throwing the mouth piece back inside the car.

He looked at his partner, who was already ascending the stairs, gun in both hands, pointed straight in the air. Hutch quickly joined him, and with a nod of his head they both, carefully and quietly climbed the stairs together.

As they reached the door, Hutch flanked the right side as Starsky stayed on the left. Starsky reached over and gently turned the knob, finding the door unlocked. He looked into Hutch’s eyes, both of them knowing that door should have been locked. Hutch reached over and slowly pushed the door open, both of them staying out of the exposed portion of the doorway.

The detectives looked at each other, and with one quick snap of Starsky’s head, they both swung around, pointing their weapons out in front of them, ready for an attack, should one be waiting for them. As always, Starsky went low and Hutch went high. The only thing waiting for them was an eerie silence.

They both raised there weapons back to the ceiling. The sight shook Starsky to the core. It sent a cold shiver to the inner most part of his being. The living room showed definite signs of a struggle. Lamps knocked to the ground, the coffee table turned on its side, and broken glass littered the room.

They heard a soft whimper coming from the bedroom. With his hand, Starsky motioned Hutch towards the doorway. Each of them again flanking the entrance. The door was already opened. The whimper repeated.

Both detectives entered the room, the curtains were drawn closed, and even in the daytime, caused a dark shadow to hover through the room. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust. The room was in complete disarray. Starsky looked around, saw the dresser torn apart, everything that had been on top was now on the floor, the drawers were half opened, clothes strewn all over.

“Please don’t hurt me…” Lisa’s weak voice came from the other side of the bed, They couldn’t immediately see her.

“Lisa?” He called out to her.

“Dave?” She sobbed.

He looked towards the bed, holstering his weapon. His heart breaking, all he could see was her two wrists secured to the headboard with his spare set of handcuffs. The realization of what he was seeing washed over him. Hutch holstered his weapon as well and looked at his partner. He watched the color drain completely from his face as he rounded the bed.

“Oh my God.” He whispered.

She was on the ground, knees curled up to her chest. She kept her face buried in her arms, her back was bare, he could see the bruises across her bent form. Her wrists were bruised from pulling at her restraints.

“Starsk, the keys? Where are they?” Hutch asked.

“Nightstand.” Was the only response Starsky could make. He walked step by step, slowly towards Lisa, she still would not look at him. He took a deep breath and once again, tried to swallow the lump in his throat that was increasing in size with every passing second. “Honey, it’s me Dave. I’m here.”

She cried hysterically, “Go away, please…don’t touch me.” She begged.

Hutch retrieved the keys and tossed them to his partner, then the blond moved to be at Starsky’s side. Without even realizing it, he let out a gasp when he saw Lisa’s small frame huddled on the floor, his eyes immediately shot to the ceiling as he sighed out loud. He move to the bathroom and brought back Starsky’s white terry cloth bathrobe, handing it to the brunet.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Starsky said in almost a whisper as he moved closer to her, wrapping his bathrobe around her shoulders.

“Nooo! Go away, please.” She screamed. He draped the robe over her and backed away quickly.

Starsky could feel the tears in his own eyes start to build as he bit his lip. “Let me help you Lisa.”

She started to pull against the cuffs, trying to get free and get away. A small trickle of blood rand down her wrist. He handed the keys to Hutch.

“Please, don’t!” She sobbed, unable to catch her breath.

“Lisa, stop it! You’re gonna hurt yourself.” He reached out to grab her wrists in his hands, to try to prevent her from causing further damage to herself.

Hutch climbed onto the bed, trying to unlock the cuffs while Starsky tried to hold her still. Their eyes met, locked on each other. Hutch couldn’t recall ever seeing the mix of emotions he saw in his partners’ eyes at that moment. Fear, anger, pain, sadness, helplessness; a true amalgam of feelings.

Hutch was finally able to unlock her right wrist as she pulled away from him in protest. She brought both of her arms down in front on her, handcuffs still attached to her left wrist, wrapping them around her legs. Starsky knelt beside her, silent. She kept her head down and her knees up. They had both seen enough victims to know that she was protecting her space. She rocked back and forth, sobbing quietly.

“Lisa?” Starsky whispered. “Honey?” The only response he received was an increase in her sobbing.

Starsky looked back up at Hutch, who was still on the bed. Hutch saw it in his friends’ eyes. They were both now victims, the brunet was no longer the cop, he was the boyfriend of someone that had been attacked, and as near as they could tell, raped, by a sick human being. Martinez had now managed to assault them both, in different ways. Hutch knew deep down inside, that he was going to make that bastard pay for hurting his best friend, his partner. What happened to one, happened to both of them. The blond heard the approaching sirens, he backed up off of the bed.

“I’ll be right back.” He assured Starsky, as he headed downstairs. The last thing he wanted was for a bunch of medical and emergency personnel to come busting into the room, adding further stress to Lisa.

Starsky needed to get through to her, he wanted her to know, he was there, he was going to help her. “Lisa, listen to me…” He sat on the ground next to her. “Honey, we need to get you to a doctor…” He started to explain, as she shook her head, no. “There’s an ambulance outside…we need to go with them…” He spoke so softly, so gently.

“Dave no, please?” She pled lifting her head slowly to meet with his eyes. He now saw the bruises around her neck, he looked into her dark brown eyes, losing himself in the dark pools of sadness.

“We have to.” He responded, trying hard to hold onto that part of him that was still the cop. As the boyfriend, he wanted to lock the door and keep everyone away from her, no one was ever going to touch her again.

She fell over into his lap, he carefully placed his arm across her back, as she sobbed. “Please, don’t leave me.” She gasped.

The tears fell from his eyes too, “I won’t leave you, honey. I promise.”


Starsky and Hutch waited in the uncomfortable plastic chairs just outside of the examination room. The doctor had given Lisa a strong sedative when she was brought in. She was completely unaware of her surroundings, and for that, Starsky was grateful.

The doctor had come out of her room, followed by one of the nurses. He approached the two detectives as they both rose to greet him. The nurse hurried on her way carrying several lab samples and paperwork.

“Well, how is she?” Starsky asked the stout, gray haired doctor.

“She’s resting.” He answered, pushing his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose.

Starsky stood there wringing his hands nervously. “When can I see her?” He asked.

“In just a moment, I just have a few questions for you.” The man ushered Starsky to the side of the hallway. “I’m sorry, but there are some things I need to know from you.”

“Sure, what is it? What do you need?” He looked over at Hutch who was just out of earshot now.

“When was the last time you and the patient had intercourse?” He asked.

“First of all doc, ‘the patient’ has a name…” He shot back obviously irritated by the man’s lack of personal attention to detail. “Her name is Lisa, Lisa Daro. And second, I don’t know why that is any of your business.”

Hutch could hear Starsky begin to raise his voice with the poor doctor assigned to Lisa’s care, he approached the two, introducing himself.

Starsky looked at his friend. “Can you believe this guy, Hutch? He wants to know when Lisa and I…when we…well you know…”

“Starsky, think about it. Don’t you see why they’d need to know that?” Hutch tried to delicately explain it to the brunet.

“Well yeah, but…” He thought about it, then conceded to answer the doctors’ questions.

“We need to know if she is on any kind of birth control, any medications. If there is any other medical conditions that she has that we need to know about.” Starsky did his best to answer his questions to the best of his ability.

“There were definite signs that she was sexually assaulted. We have completed a thorough examination and sent all specimens to the lab. As you know, we have sedated her, she is understandably, extremely agitated. I would like to give you the numbers for the rape crisis center hotlines, they are available 24 hours a day. I think it is important for her to get some counseling, you too, for that matter.” He handed Starsky a list of numbers.

Hutch reached over and squeezed Starsky’s arm in silent support.

“We are going to send her home with a prescription for a tranquilizer that she can take as needed.” He handed the script to Starsky. “I suggest that she not be left alone, she’ll need your support.”

“Don’t worry Doc, she won’t be alone.” Starsky vowed. If only she hadn’t been left alone before…He thought to himself.

“You’ll want to keep an eye on her, not just physically, but her mental state too. It’s quite common for women to become extremely withdrawn, or introverted after an experience like this. Depression can be very dangerous.” He handed the brunet yet another piece of paper. “This is the number to a friend of mine, she’s a psychologist, and she specializes in post traumatic therapy, especially rape cases. She’d be happy to talk to you if you have any questions.”

“Can I see her now?” Starsky pled.

“Of course you can. I’ll get the nurse to finish with all the discharge papers.” With that the good doctor was on his way, with Hutch following him close behind.

The blond detective knew that forms would need to be signed, things would need to be done to get Lisa discharged. He didn’t want Starsky to have to do any of it. He needed to be with, and concentrate on, Lisa. That was the only thing he should have to deal with right now.

Starsky slowly pushed the door to her room open. Peeking his head inside, he saw her resting peacefully in the bed.

He entered the room slowly, making eye contact with the nurse that was tending to Lisa. “How’s she doin’?” He asked.

“As well as can be expected. She’s comfortable now, and should be coming around anytime.” The nurse answered as she checked the bandage around Lisa’s left wrist, making sure it wasn’t too tight. She then prepared to leave the two alone.

“Thanks for taking such good care of her.” Starsky said as she passed him, causing her to reach up and grasp his forearm.

“You’re welcome. I’ll be outside if you need anything.” Starsky smiled as the young blond left the room.

He moved towards her bed, pulling up a chair and straddling it backwards. He crossed his arms along the back of the chair and rested his chin on them, staring at her. She looked so calm, so relaxed, he wished she could stay that way. But he knew she was going to have a rough time dealing with what had happened today. He was going to have a rough time dealing with it. But they were going to get through this together…He couldn’t help but think about the what ifs…

What if he hadn’t left her alone today…

What if she had gone with them, like she wanted to…

What if they had gotten to her sooner…

What if Julio had killed her…

What if he wasn’t a cop, and she didn’t have to pay the price for his job…

What if…

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, placing his forehead on his arms. What if…

“Dave?” He heard her whisper.

He looked up quickly, moving the chair closer to her. “Hey.” He tried to smile reassuringly, taking her right hand in his. “How ya’ feelin’?” He cocked his head to one side.

“Tired.” She blinked quickly trying to clear the haze that was left surrounding her, thanks to the sedative she received. “Are you okay?” She licked her lips, her mouth was dry.

“Me?” He asked as he rose and got her some water from the side table. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He helped her sit up as she took a small sip through the straw, and then relaxed back onto the pillow.

Reality came crashing back down on her like a ton of bricks, she sighed, her breathing shaky as she turned her head away from him. She drew her knees up as she turned onto her side, her back to him. Her arms once again hugging her chest.

“Oh, Jesus.” Her words were barely audible.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Starsky whispered back, putting his arm on her shoulder. “I’m here, you’re gonna be alright, you hear me? You’re gonna be fine.”

She laid on her side, the tears silently falling onto the pillow.

Chapter Twelve

Starsky pulled the Torino up in front of Hutch’s place. With him staying at Huggy’s, and Starsky knowing that he couldn’t take Lisa back to his place, he figured the best place for Lisa to be right now, was with him, at Hutch’s. He wouldn’t allow her to sleep in his bed, at his place, not now. He didn’t know if they he was ever going to let her go back there. That was something he would deal with later.

Hutch had gone to Starsky’s apartment and gotten clothes and other personal belongings, and brought them back to his place for the couple. Hutch was already inside getting the bed ready for Lisa, she was still pretty doped up from the sedatives they had given her at the hospital. Starsky helped her from the car into Hutch’s apartment and straight into the bed.

Her body was still trembling, shaking ever so slightly. She climbed under the covers as Starsky tucked her in and sat next to her.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked dropping his head and looking up through his brow at her. She just shook her head, no. “Lisa, I need to ask you something…” He said softly as he pulled a photo from his jacket.

She looked at him. “What is it?”

“I need to know if this is the man that…the man that…hurt you.” He said showing her the picture.

“The word is raped, Dave. You want to know if that is the man that raped me…” He looked at her, staring intently into her deep brown eyes, his indigo eyes filling with pain and anger for her. “That’s him.” She said and rolled over, pulling the covers up to her neck, protecting herself with the security that the covers allowed her.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand. “I’m sorry, Lisa. I don’t know what to do, what to say. I want to help, but I don’t know how.” He sighed heavily, his large hand on her back for support.

“I know that. I don’t know how either.” She said as she closed her eyes, drawing her knees to her chest and curling up into the fetal position. “I just want to rest.”

He bent over and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.”

He rose off the bed and went into the living room, pulling on the door, leaving it just slightly ajar. Hutch was putting away some groceries in the kitchen. He knew they were not going to eat the kind of food he had in his place, or at least Starsky wouldn’t.

“How’s she doing?” Hutch asked as his partner entered the room.

Starsky tapped the photo he was holding, looked back towards the room, then back at his friend. “Okay, I guess. I dunno.” He wiped his thumb across his bottom lip. “Well, she ID’d Martinez, not like she needed to.”

“I’m sorry Buddy…You’re both gonna make it through this, okay?” Hutch locked eyes with the brunet.

“I sure hope you’re right, Blintz.”

The telephone rang, Hutch moved to answer it.

“Yeah, Hutchinson.”

So I see the party has moved to your place…”

Hutch’s blue eyes looked up, locking with Starsky’s. The brunet rushed to the phone. They placed the receiver between the both of them.

How’s Lisa feelin’?” Julio hissed. “She was feeling pretty good, earlier.”

Starsky took the phone from Hutch. “Listen you motherfucker…I am comin’ for you. And there ain’t nowhere you can hide. You’re a dead man!” He threatened. “You chicken shit bastard, why don’t you come for me. You not man enough to take me on?”

Didn’t Lisa tell you what a real man felt like? Is that why you’re so pissed?”

Starsky felt his stomach contents rising in his throat, he swallowed hard. The color once again draining from his face.

Hutch took the phone from his partner, pushing him out of the way, holding him back with one hand on his partners’ chest.

“Now look, I don’t know who in the hell you think you are, but I’m warning you…” He was cut off.

What’s it like to work with a piece of shit that loves to hide behind his badge? He thinks no one can touch him…Well I’m here to show him, I can get to him anytime, anywhere. He’s nothing, got that? Nothing! Him and that tramp girlfriend of his. Does she have any idea what he’s even capable of…Do you?”

“You stay away from him and Lisa!” Hutch tried to sound menacing, but Julio just laughed.


Hutch just looked at the receiver, then back at his partner, placing the phone back on the hook.

“What the hell did you do to piss this guy off, Starsk?” Hutch asked.

“I don’t even know who this guy is Hutch.” Starsky said, with a certain amount of frustration in his voice. “But I tell ya, if I ever get my hands on him, I’m gonna kill him for what he’s done to Lisa…to me…” He looked over towards the bedroom door then drop his gaze to the ground shaking his head. He had to make sure she got through this. This happened because of him. He couldn’t help but feel completely responsible for this.

“Starsk, this guy knows you…think about it…” Hutch tried to jar his partners memory. “He said ‘you were stupid, always had been’, he’s known you for a long time. He’s from New York, could it be one of your brother, Nicky’s little weasel friends?”

Starsky’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. “I have to get outta here.” Hutch had never seen Starsky so white. He had literally looked like he had seen a ghost.

“What is it?” Hutch approached the brunet. “Who is it, Starsk.”

“I have to go Hutch. Please keep an eye on Lisa for me, I’ll be back.” His eyes darted around the room like a caged animal, looking for the nearest escape route, and headed for it.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not leaving, not until you tell me what is going on.” Hutch blocked his path. Their eyes locked, Hutch could see something deep in Starsky’s eyes, something he hadn’t seen before, his past.

“Hutch, you gotta trust me, I’ll be back, please get outta my way.” Starsky pled.

Hutch didn’t want to let Starsky leave, something told him not to let him go. He tried to talk him out of leaving, but whatever was causing Starsky to feel the need to flee was stronger than Hutch’s need to keep him here.

Hutch sighed heavily and reluctantly moved out of his friends way, Starsky whizzed quickly by him grabbing the door knob, looking back at the blond. “Thanks buddy, I’ll be back. Take care of her.” He said with a flip of his head towards Hutch’s bedroom.

Hutch just waived at the blurry figure that ran through his front door, he heard his heavy steps, taking the whole flight of stairs in two bounces.

Starsky was sweating, his hands trembling. He opened the heavy door of his Torino, and jumped in. Before closing the door, he gagged, feeling the minimal food he had eaten, and the coffee he had at the hospital, burn as it rose from his stomach, causing him to gag again. He leaned out of his car and heaved the contents he held inside all over the asphalt of the street. He heaved one more time, for good measure, making sure there was nothing left in his stomach that would surprise him with a reappearance later. Wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket, he slammed the door and sped away.


Starsky drove around for an hour, heading nowhere in particular. He finally decided to stop for awhile, he needed to stretch his legs, go for a walk, clear the cobwebs.

He pulled into a small municipal park, leaving the Torino in one of the marked stalls. He got out and walked around the park, his mind jumping from one thought to the next, than onto the next, and back again. He couldn’t control his brain, couldn’t concentrate, or think in any organized fashion. Memories flooded back from the far corners, corners he hadn’t visited in decades. He sat on a bench under the shade of a large tree, closing his eyes he tried to slow his breathing, his thinking, his heart.

This couldn’t be happening. Not now, not to him.

A young boy of fourteen stood with his friends at the park. Little Davey Starsky always hung out with the older kids, he was more mature than other boys his own age, they bored him. The group of five teenage boys picked there spot on the grass under the large shade tree. Unfortunately, it was already occupied by a couple of scrawny kids that had their blanket out to claim their piece of the park.

The boys looked at each other, knowing this was going to be fun. They walked up to the two kids, picking up the blanket and passing it around the group, until it finally reached little Davey, who grinned back at his friends, taking the blanket and walked it over to the pond, throwing it in. ‘Swim for it geek!’ He taunted the two younger boys, who just watched it float away, then ran off. The ‘gang’ as they called themselves enjoyed a belly laugh, and then claimed their prize, the patch of grass under the tree.

So did you see Suzy last night?’ Danny asked Joey. Both of these boys were sixteen. Two years older than ‘Little Davey’, that’s how he got his nickname.

They were older and more experienced, both on the streets and on the sheets. They constantly teased Davey about losing his virginity. They felt it was about time he became a man. They thought it was past time for him to become a man.

Yeah I saw her. Better yet, I let her see me, if you know what I mean?’ He winked at his friend and gave him an elbow to the side as they both roared in laughter.

Whatya mean?’ Sometimes Little Davey really didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut and stop askin’ so many questions. Probably because his Dad used to be a cop, till he was killed a couple of years ago, in the line of duty, of course. At least that’s what the official report read. Since then Davey had found other men to fill the void left behind by his father. Mom was too busy with her own grief and Nicky, to be both mother and father to Little Davey, but she did her best.

Davey had grown quite found of these four friends of his. Danny and Joey were twins, that used to freak him out, because he couldn’t tell them apart. But the more he hung around them, the better he got at that. They weren’t all that alike, after all.

Jimmy was almost seventeen, he was the coolest one of the group, had a new chick every week, and knew how to charm the bark off a tree. Then there was Mark, he was the self designated ‘leader’. He was the oldest and the biggest, hence no one argued his self designation.

All four boys laughed at Davey’s naivety, He was a good kid, and fun to have around, but there some things he just had to find out on his own, and this was definitely one of them.

Davey my boy, we need to get you laid.’ Mark addressed the situation.

I’ve had ‘it’ before.’ Davey stuttered, wanting desperately to understand what they were talking about.

First of all, if you had ‘it’ before, you wouldn’t be callin’ it ‘it’!’ Joey teased as the group chuckled.

Well alright, maybe I haven’t. I just haven’t found a girl I like enough to do ‘it’ with.’ He blushed.

There’s gotta be someone you want to have sex with. Notice how I call it sex, Davey? That’s because I’ve had ‘it’.’ Mark taunted the poor kid.

Well, there is this one girl at school.’ He felt his face flush a deeper shade of red.

Just say the word Davey, and we’ll hook you up.’ Mark assured the young teenager.

Her name is Vivian Romero…I dunno, she’s kinda cute.’ He shrugged.

You know who she is don’t you?’ Jimmy asked, the joke of the matter taking on a little more of a serious tone, the other four boys exchanging glances.

Yeah, I know. It’s Ricco’s little sister.’ He looked at Mark. ‘You ain’t afraid of him are you Mark?’

Nah, kid not me. They just thought you might be…So she’s the one? You like her?’ Little Davey nodded, not making eye contact. ‘Alright, than it’s settled, we’ll set the date up, next weekend, here at the park. We’ll even let you use the van, Davey. Hell, pull this one off and we may even let you drive it.’ Mark chuckled.

Ricco Romero was well known in their little circle, he was the leader of a notorious gang on the lower east side. Most of them came from a suburb called ‘Hell’s Kitchen’. They were well known for their ‘accomplishments’ , in and out of trouble, robbery, grand theft, small time dealing.

Even though Little Davey liked to think of himself as part of a ‘gang’, truth was they were more like a group of friends. They didn’t pride themselves in getting in trouble, or their illegal quests, but they would do anything for each other. They were brothers in every sense of the word. They weren’t the best kids for him to be hanging around, but they were far from the worse. At least that’s what Little Davey thought…

Friday night came quicker than Little Davey had really hoped for, he was about to do something he didn’t feel quite right about. He liked this girl, but wasn’t sure if that was enough. Now all of his friends knew about it, if he chickened out now, what would they think. They had gone to a lot of trouble to set this up, he wouldn’t want to let them down, besides, they told him it’s no big deal, sort of a right of passage, if you would. Every man did this, he wanted to be like every man, right? He shook his head, something about this felt so wrong…

“Hey mister, you okay?” Starsky blinked the fog away, as his vision focused on a small boy in front of him. He rubbed his face with both of his hands.

“Yeah, I’m fine kid, just fell asleep.” He gave the boy a crooked smile and patted the top of his head.

“My friend over there, said you were dead.” The boy pointed to another child in a sand box several yards away, they both appeared to be maybe 5 or 6.

Starsky snorted as he waived to his friend over on the playground. “Well, you can go back an’ tell your friend I am not dead.”

The young blond lad ran towards his friend yelling out. “See, I told you he was just old!” Leaving Starsky behind, shaking his head.

He rose from the bench, stretching his back, with his arms high in the air. His mind wandered back to what was weighing on him so heavily before he fell asleep, that night in New York, one Friday night that forever changed his life…

Hutch and Lisa could never find out about this, ever…


Chapter Thirteen

Lisa wearily walked into the living room, rubbing her eyes, and staggering slightly. Hutch was in the kitchen and looked up at her, rushing to her side.

“Whoa there, easy.” He put his arm around her and carefully guided her to the couch. He could see the sedatives, albeit mostly out of her system, had left her slightly uncoordinated.

“Where’s Dave?” She asked through a yawn.

“He had to step out for a minute, but I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” Hutch said nervously looking around the room. He really needed to be here for her, she needed him, Hutch thought. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?” He offered gently.

“I’ll take some water.” She answered as she laid her head back on the back of the couch.

“Comin’ right up.” He bounced into the kitchen, pulling a glass from the cupboard, filling it with water and returning to her side, sitting on the coffee table across from her. “How you feeling?” He asked as she sipped from the glass.

“Okay, I guess…” She looked up at him, her brown eyes searching for something in his. “How am I supposed to feel?…What am I supposed to feel?”

“You’re asking the wrong person those questions.” He stuttered nervously, praying silently that he didn’t say the wrong thing.

“If I knew those answers, then I guess I’d know how I felt.” She shrugged.

She wanted to talk, he felt it, she probably needed to. “Lisa, what are you feeling? Do you wanna tell me?” He furrowed his brow.

“Embarrassed, dirty, ashamed, hurt, anger, sad, scared, self-pity…alone…” She spat the words out quickly then looked at Hutch’s shocked face. “Maybe you shoulda asked what I’m not feeling…”

He put a supportive hand on her upper arm and stroked it gently. He felt her tense slightly, then relax. “You’re gonna be okay, Lisa.”

“Am I?” She finished her water and Hutch rose and returned to the kitchen to refill her glass.

He returned with the glass filled to the brim and set it on the table.

“Hutch?” Lisa said looking up at the tall blond. “Is Dave okay? I mean…is he really okay?” A tear rolled slowly down her cheek as he lost himself in her pain.

He sat next to her on the couch, “Oh Lisa, Starsky’s fine.” He took her in his arms, hugging her. “He’s just worried about you, but he’s fine, really.”

The door opened quickly causing both Lisa and Hutch to jump as Starsky entered. He looked at both of them sitting on the couch. “Everything alright?” He asked as he threw his keys onto the table, taking off his jacket and throwing it over the back of the couch.

Hutch just smiled at his partner, then looked back to Lisa. “Yeah Starsk, everything’s fine.” He said as he rose from the couch, giving Starsky room to sit with Lisa.

He sat next to her as she fell over, resting on his chest. He put a protective arm around her. She laid there listening to his heart beat, feeling each breath he took with the rise and fall of his chest. For a brief second, she felt safe. Then she shivered, feeling vulnerable, open. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head, her quivering settled slightly.

They had a long road ahead of them, and they had just started the trip. Hutch looked over at his partner, catching his gaze. “Dobey wants to see us, he called while you were gone. I told him that I would head to the station once you got back, but that one of us was gonna stay with Lisa.”

“Well, if want to head over there now, go ahead. I’ll be here with her.” He said stroking her hair with his hand, her eyes closed.

“Yeah, then I need to go by Huggy’s and check on him. I’ll probably be gone a couple hours. You guys need anything while I’m out?”

“Nah, nothin’.” Starsky replied, rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb, his mind elsewhere.

“Uh, Starsk.” Hutch looked at his partner.

The brunet looked up at Hutch. “Huh? What?” Still distracted.

Hutch motioned with his bright blue eyes and a snap of his head, for Starsky to follow him. “Can I talk to you a sec?”

“Yeah, sure.” Starsky responded, trying to stall for time. He knew Hutch was going to ask him about Julio, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to tell him the whole truth.

He carefully lifted Lisa’s head up and moved her to the side. She reluctantly let him. “I’ll be right back.” He promised.

She nodded and curled up around one of the throw pillows on the couch. Starsky lightly patted her head and followed Hutch outside. The tall blond turned to face Starsky as he the curly haired detective pulled the door closed behind them.

“What’s up?” Starsky asked innocently.

Hutch furrowed his brow at his friend. “What’s up? Do you want to tell me what was up with you earlier? Who this Julio person is? Why he has it out for you?”

Starsky turned back, looked at the closed door, then returned his gaze to his partner, pressing his finger to his lips, trying to keep the blonds’ voice to a quiet roar.

“I don’t know who this ‘Julio’ person is.” Hutch raised his eyebrows at Starsky’s response, cocking his head to the side in disbelief. “Near as I can figure, he belonged to this gang in New York. When I was about fourteen, I did something that pissed them off, they swore they would get to me one day. I’d bet that he’s here because of that.” Starsky tried to shrug nonchalantly.

“Starsk, that was 15 years ago. What the hell did you do to them?” He questioned.

“It was nothing Hutch, a misunderstanding, nothing more.” Starsky looked intently at his partner.

“Guys don’t want to get to you after 15 years, for nothing. What was it?”

“I said it was nothing, now drop it will ya’?” His voice was raised, yet the tone was more pleading then hostile.

What ever it was, Hutch knew it wasn’t good. He knew by the look he saw in his partner’s eyes earlier, his panic when he realized who was after him. He also knew that Starsky wasn’t going to tell him what it was, not right now anyways. For now, the important thing was to keep the big lug safe, both he and his girlfriend. And for now, that was what Hutch had planned on doing. He also knew that in time, his friend would tell him what he needed to know.

“I’ll drop it for now…but just for now.” Hutch waived his index finger at the stubborn man before him. “I’m gonna go meet with Dobey, you had better get back in there with her.”

“Thanks Hutch.” Starsky was thanking his partner for watching Lisa earlier, but more importantly, for not pressuring him now.

“We’ll get this guy Starsk. You an’ I, we’ll make him pay for what he’s done to you two. But at some point, you’re gonna have to level with me? You know that, don‘t you?”

Starsky shifted his eyes, avoiding his partners gaze, nodding at him, knowing that he was probably right. Turning on his heels, he went back into Hutch’s apartment, closing the door and locking it.

Hutch descended the stairs and climbed behind the wheel of his pitiful, but lovable car. Starting it up, he shifted gears and headed for the station.

Starsky headed straight for the kitchen, he was curious to see what kind of groceries his partner had gotten them. Lisa was still curled up on the couch, he knew she needed to eat, but wasn’t sure what to make for her. He found himself leaning against the counter top staring at the figure on the sofa. He couldn’t help but think about the mess that he had gotten her into. He had to get her out of this, one way or the other. He silently apologized.


Little Davey and Vivian walked through the campus at school, she was smiling, he was bouncing around her like a puppy with a new toy.

So you mean it? You’ll go out with me on Friday?’ He asked her as she giggled.

Of course, Davey. I’ve wanted to go out with you for a long time. I was just waiting for you to ask me.’ She wrinkled her brow. ‘By the way, what took you so long to ask?’

He shoved his hands in his pocket and shrugged his shoulders, ‘I dunno.’ Never raising his eyes to meet hers, as he kicked at the ground. ‘I guess I thought you’d say no or somethin’.’

School was now over for the day as he walked her the rest of the way to the parking lot. Davey saw her older brother waiting by the car, propped up against it with his back, arms crossed squarely across his chest. As soon as he spotted the two, he pushed himself up off the car and approached them, the look in his eyes causing Little Davey to stop in his tracks.

What the hell are you doing walking with him?’ Ricco grabbed his little sister by the wrist, jerking her away from Davey.

Nothing, we were just talking.’ The young boy tried to calm the big brother.

Ricco snapped his head around and stared the curly haired kid down, raising his finger in warning, he spat on the ground in front of him. ‘I don’t think I was talkin’ to you kid.’

Ricco, he wasn’t doin’ nothin’, let it go, would ya? Some boys were bothering me, so he offered to walk me out, that’s all.’ She lied, quite well, Davey thought.

Well mission accomplished asshole, now beat it.’ Ricco ordered.

Ricco snatched his sister by the arm and headed towards the car. Davey stood and stared at the two walking away, not sure if they were still on for Friday night or not. Vivian looked back over her shoulder, blowing a kiss to the hormonal teen, causing him to flash a crooked smile. They were still on, he thought to himself as he ran in the other direction.

He vaguely heard Lisa call his name, “Dave, are you okay?” Blinking quickly he snapped back into reality.

“Huh? What?” He looked to her as she was walking towards him. “Oh God, I’m sorry honey, I didn’t hear you. Did you want something.” He asked her as he pulled a chair at the dining room table, out for her which she just walked by, entering the kitchen.

“Yeah, I wanta know what you were thinking about.” She opened the fridge and bent to peak inside.

“Who me? I wasn’t thinking of anything, really.” He rubbed his temple.

“Yeah, right.” She went back into the living room and grabbed her purse retrieving her pill bottle, and got shook three aspirins into her palm, handing them over to him. “Here take these.” She directed him, handing him her water glass from the table.

“Thanks.” He popped all three into his mouth at once and finished her water.

“You want me to fix you something to eat?” She asked as she took the glass from his hand and started walking into the kitchen with it.

“No, what I wasn’t is for you to sit down and relax, I’ll fix you something to eat.” he said as he followed her.

“I don’t feel like sitting down and ‘relaxing’, Dave.” She busied herself in the kitchen avoiding Starsky’s eyes.

He stood in front of her, blocking her movement. He lifted her chin so that his eyes met with hers, she tried to turn away, he stopped her gently. “Hey.” He said as he looked into her face. “I love you.”

She returned his intense stare as he watched the moisture form and grow in her eyes. He put his arm around her back as he felt her knees buckle. Her bottom lip quivered, the tears started to stream down her face slowly at first. She leaned into his body as he wrapped both arms around her and guided her to the floor. He sat with her as she broke.

“Oh God, Dave. Why’d he do this?” She cried out uncontrollably. “He hurt me, he really hurt me.”

He put one arm around her head and held it tightly to his chest, as he rolled his eyes to the ceiling, looking for unseen guidance. A tear rolled quickly down his cheek as he dropped his face to the top of her head. “I know he did, an’ I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” He kissed her head and held her tightly as they both broke.

“I don’t know if I can make it, Dave. I can’t get past this, it hurts.” She sobbed, unable to catch her breath.

“Dammit Lisa, don’t say that. You can make it, you will make it! I don’t want to hear you say stuff like that. I am gonna make sure you get through this, We’ll do this together, do you hear me?” The tone in his voice left no uncertainty that he meant every word of it, holding on to her even tighter.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” She covered her mouth as she quickly stood and ran to the bathroom. He dropped his head in both his hands. What have I done to her. He thought.

He got up off the floor, by the time he had made it into the room, the bathroom faucet was running. Lisa came out wiping her face with a washcloth.

“You okay?” He asked, she just waived him off, walking into the living room, pulling the door closed behind her.

Starsky pulled out a fresh set of clothes from the bag Hutch had gotten from his place. He took of his gun and holster, laying it on the bed, then he removed his shirt and undid his jeans, kicking them to the ground. He heard a bell, throwing on his jeans, hoping to the door as he tried to pull them up around his waist, he realized it was the telephone. The second ring was cut off half way through, Lisa had answered. He swung the door open, busting through it.

He paused as he looked at her pale face staring back at him. With the receiver in her hand, she turned towards the wall, slamming the hand piece against the wall over and over, screaming something unintelligible. Putting holes in Hutch’s drywall as well as shattering the phone.

“Lisa!” Starsky yelled out to her as he rushed to her side, grabbing her from behind and taking the phone out of her hand, putting what was left of it to his ear. It was too late, no one was there. He dropped it to his side and grabbed a hysterical Lisa by the shoulders. “What’d he say?”

She sucked in air but felt nothing in her lungs, she couldn’t catch a breath. “What’d he say?” He repeated.

“He’s…he’s coming back…He’s gonna get me again, Dave.”

“No he’s not!” He pulled her in tightly, but she twisted around, swinging her arms wildly, breaking his grasp and ran to the room, slamming and locking the door behind her.

Starsky set the phone on the table a split second before his head snapped up in sudden realization. His gun was loaded and now in the room with Lisa…

“Lisa!” He ran toward the door.



Chapter Fourteen

Starsky reached the bedroom door in about two steps, knocking and calling to her, “Lisa!” He gave her about half a second to unlock it before, using his shoulder, he broke through the door, swinging it open.

His eyes opened wide and his heart jumped as he saw her sitting on the foot of the bed, crying, holding his Beretta, the barrel pointed to her. She was slowly running her fingers over the cold steel.

He swallowed hard, and talked softly, holding out one hand in front of him. “Lisa, put the gun down.” He carefully moved closer to her, one small step at a time. He didn’t want to panic or startle her in any way.

“Dave, I don’t want it to hurt anymore.” She said not looking up from the gun in her hand.

“Lisa, look at me honey. It’s okay, he’s not gonna hurt you anymore, I promise. Now give me the gun…Come on you can do it…Just hand it to me, please.” His head cocked to the side, his eyes pleading with her. He took a step closer…Her head shot up staring at him. He almost couldn’t stand looking into her eyes, the eyes that he once got lost in were gone, they were vacant, full of emptiness, pain.

“Dave, please don’t come any closer, just stay away from me.” His heart sank as she clicked off the safety, and held the gun in her right hand.

He knew he had to do something and quick. With one swift move, he lunged forward throwing her back on the bed, landing on top of her. His left hand grabbing her right wrist tightly above her head. She was strong, no doubt about it, but he was stronger.

She thrashed underneath his weight.

“Get the hell off of me!” She screamed.

“Drop the gun, Lisa!” He warned her.

She released the gun and he threw it on the floor away from both of them. She started punching his chest with the balls of her fists, striking him in the chest and a couple times in the face. He tried to grab her flailing hands to restrain them.

“Please don’t do this to me, get off of me…Don’t hurt me!” She gasped.

“Lisa, it’s okay, it’s me, Dave.” He tried to roll off of her, just as her knee rose sharply, catching the brunet squarely between his legs.

“Awe, shit.” Escaped his lips as a bright flash blocked his vision.

The groan and exhale of air that came from the injured man was loud. He rolled to his side, off the bed, landing on his back with a thud. His eyes practically crossed, he rolled to his side, rocking back and forth. The bright flashes of light ever present in his vision. He thought, that for the second time today, he was going to lose any remaining stomach contents he may have. He rolled onto his stomach, bringing his knees up underneath him, his right hand instinctively covering his injury.

He could hear Lisa sobbing on the bed. Pushing himself up with one hand he struggled to get to the side of his bed, puffing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” Lisa cried, staring at the ceiling. “Dave, help me.”

He dropped his head, his left hand reaching over and brushing the hair out of his face. “It’s okay.” He assured her. “Shhhh.”

“It’s not okay…I’m not okay.” She whimpered. He pulled himself up to sit next to her on the bed.

“I think we need to make some calls, Lisa.” He urged her.

“No, I don’t want to go talk to some stranger about this, please? Not now. I can’t do that, not now.”

He sighed, putting both of his hands on his knees, taking a deep breath and exhaling, trying to speed up the cresting wave of pain. “Well, what do you think we should do now?”

He rose off the bed, and headed to the bathroom, walking with a certain painful gait and slower than usual, he retrieved one of the tranquilizers that the doctor had prescribed for her, and a glass of water. She willing took the medication and drank the liquid.

“Why don’t you try to get some rest.” He said as she climbed up to the pillows and laid down, Starsky moved the covers back then placed them gently over her, pulling them up to her shoulders.

After retrieving his gun, he turned to walk out of the room. “Dave?” She called to him.


“I love you too.”

He gave her a wink and his famous crooked smile and left, making sure the door was wide open.

He plopped down on the couch, sighing and resting his head on the back of Hutch’s worn sofa. Closing his eyes briefly…


So you mean it Davey? She really said yes? She’s gonna go out with you Friday?’ Joey asked the young boy, who had the biggest smile on his face. ‘You know, Mark here, our fearless leader, had been trying to get with her for months now. She just kept tuning him down. Who’d a thought our Little Davey here would be the one that she hooked up with?’

Yeah, she even said she liked me.’ He answered.

Who cares if she likes you? From what we hear, she puts out for everyone, so don’t go thinkin’ you’re somethin’ special.’ Jimmy threw in. Davey just furrowed his brow and looked at Jimmy, choosing to ignore the comment.

Mark took the brunet around the shoulder and walked him away from the other four. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a square foil package, handing it to him. ‘You’re gonna need one of these.’ He informed the inexperienced lad.

What for?’ He asked.

Oh, Davey you have got a lot to learn.’ Mark chuckled. ‘It’s a rubber Davey, you don’t want to wind up being a Dad after your first time now do ya’? You do know how to use one of these, now don’t you?’

Sure I do.’ He took it from Mark, turning it over in his hand, looking for the directions, hoping it had directions.

Mark slapped the young man on his shoulder and led him back to the group. Davey just shook his head and put the foil package in his back pocket, he’d figure it out later.

The five friends stood around talking and messing with kids that were driving through the neighborhood. Little Davey looked around the park, he saw a petite figure by the bathrooms waiving at him, he waived back, not even knowing who it was.

I’ll be right back guys.’ He informed his friends as he headed towards the anonymous person. As he neared the person, he realized it was Vivian, and he could swear his heart skipped a beat. His pace increased.

Vivian was perched up against the wall flanked by two girls around her same age. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, his mind racing, trying to come up with something clever to say…

Hey, Vivian.’ Was all he could think of. His stomach turned, he felt a flutter. Why did he feel like such a dork around her? ‘What are you doing here?’

Hangin’ out, same as you…’ She looked at him, he smiled, then he looked back at the ground. ‘We still on for Friday night Davey?’

Yeah, of course we are. You want me to pick you up?’ He asked shyly.

No way! You can’t let Ricco find out, he’d kill you. I’ll meet you here, say 7 o’clock, kay?’

‘’Kay, I can just meet you here if ya’ want.’ He responded, his gaze still towards the ground.

What’s a matter Davey, don’t you like me?’ She asked.

Huh?’ He asked looking up, his eyes finally meeting hers.

Well, you hardly even look at me, silly.’ She leaned into him and kissed him gently on the lips, lingering there for a brief moment, then pulled away.

He looked into her eyes, licked his lips and asked her, ‘What was that for?’

I told you, I like you.’

Vivian!’ A voice bellowed from behind her.

She turned quickly as Davey looked up to see Ricco and his friends heading straight for them, at a full run.

Vivian looked back at a wide eyed Davey. ‘You had better get outta here, I’ll be here Friday.’

I’ll see you then.’ He turned to run, but couldn’t leave without turning back quickly and giving her a peck on the lips. Part because he liked her too, and part to piss Ricco off. Little Davey Starsky didn’t always think before he acted, a trait that would follow him through out his life.

As Davey hot footed it back to his friends, Ricco and his three buddies followed. Davey’s friends saw the pursuit and headed towards the action. As the young curly haired kid reached his friends, Mark stopped him in his tracks and looked him in the eyes.

Don’t worry about Ricco, Davey. We’ve always got your back. You hear me?’ He assured the boy that was breathing heavily.

Hey!’ Ricco shouted as he approached Davey. ‘You stay away from my sister you little shit!’

Mark moved to stand between Davey and Ricco, crossing his arms across his chest, facing the larger man. ‘If you want him, you have to go through me.’ He threatened, with a puff of his chest.

‘’Don’t think I won’t.’ Ricco warned.

The two groups of boys stood facing each other, the testosterone level rising to a dangerous level.

Vivian ran up to her big brother, pulling him by the arm. ‘Don’t so this Ricco, take me home, now!’ Ricco didn’t budge. ‘Now Ricco, or I’m gonna tell mama.’

Ricco looked into his little sisters eyes, if she hadn’t been there, they would have fought, but he loved his little sister. Since their Dad died, he felt it was his job to raise and protect her, and that was not something he could afford to fail at. He would not fight these boys tonight, not here, not if there was a chance Vivian could get hurt. No, this would have to wait.

This ain’t over!’ Ricco stated menacingly. With a snap of his fingers, him and his boys turned and left, with Vivian and her two friends in tow. Oh so subtly, Vivian looked over her shoulder at the cute dark haired kid that she was bound and determined to see Friday night. He looked at her, winked, and felt that flutter in his stomach again. Suddenly he didn’t feel like such a dork.


Hutch was at Huggy’s, they seemed to have the customer flow under control, so he had planned on heading upstairs for a nice hot shower. Between taking care of Huggy, Starsky and Lisa, Hutch had not realized how tiered he was. Before the shower he decided to call and check on the pair at his place. Picking up the phone behind the bar, he dialed his number.

The phone was busy, he figured Starsky was probably using it, so he waited awhile and tried again, same response. Ten minutes later, same thing. He started getting nervous. Calling the operator, he requested an emergency break through on the line. The woman informed him that there was no activity on the line, and it appeared to be off the hook. Hutch’s heart sank, he dropped the phone quickly, looked at Diane, and told her to tell Huggy he had to leave.

Rushing out the back door into the alley, his mind was racing, his thoughts travling faster than he could grasp. Please let them be okay. Why did I leave them? He thought to himself.

Just as he reached the door of his beaten up LTD, he was bear hugged from behind. His arms pinned to his side. He felt a second pair of hands reach in and grab his weapon from its holster, throwing it into the corner of the alley. As the first attacker spun him around, he was met with a right cross to his cheek. His head snapping back sharply. He instantly felt the bitter taste of blood in his mouth.

A left fist came from the other side, his head flying in the other direction.

“See what being a friend to that little maggot gets you?” The dark haired man standing in front of him hissed, as he delivered a punch to Hutch’s mid-section, bending him in half, gasping and coughing.

“Who the…hell are you…and what do you want?” Hutch tried to ask, earning him a knee to the ribs, dropping him to the ground.

“What we want, is for Davey to pay for what he did…Everyone else has paid for their crime, now it’s his turn.”

“What crime? He’s a cop, for Gods’ sake.” Hutch gasped. “Stay away from him! I am warning you”

“You’re in no position to threaten us. Today is just a taste of what is to come, next time we meet, consider yourself a dead man.” The second attacker spat at the ground hitting the back of Hutch’s hand, laughing as they walked away, but not before dropping a sealed envelope on the ground by the blond detective.

Hutch rolled slightly, sitting on his rear, holding his gut, still trying to catch his breath. He picked up the envelope and held it. He rolled his eyes . Oh Starsk, what did you do? And why won’t you tell me? He pondered quietly to himself. He groaned as he turned and got to his feet, dusting himself off, and immediately he went looking for his gun.

He jumped in his car, and headed for his place, hoping for the best.


Starsky was just hooking up the spare phone that he had borrowed from the neighbors, citing a matter of police emergency, or something to that effect, making them more than willing to hand over anything the dark haired police officer asked for. After finishing that task he went into the kitchen, still limping slowly, and walking gingerly, to make Lisa a sandwich, she still hadn’t eaten anything and he was bound and determined to see to it that she did.

Hutch came through the door, slamming it behind him. Starsky looked up, placing his finger to his lips, hushing his partner. His concern for Lisa’s uninterrupted slumber came to a screeching halt when he looked at his friends face. He rushed to Hutch’s side.

“What the hell happened to you?” He asked, as he grabbed Hutch’s forearm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Someone was trying to send you a message, using my anatomy.” Hutch winced as he put his arm around his mid-section. “It was Martinez and friends, those bastards.”

“Let me get you some aspirin.” Starsky offered as he headed for the kitchen.

Hutch immediately noticed the difference in Starsky’s walk. “What the hell happened to you?”

He looked back at the blond. “Lisa sent me a message, using certain parts of my anatomy.” He said and dropped the subject.

Hutch looked up at his dining room wall, seeing the new holes strategically placed. “Uh Starsk, mind telling’ me what happened there?” He asked pointing to the wall.

“Julio called and Lisa answered the phone, that there was her reaction.” He answered. “We had a really rough day around here, but from the looks of things so did you. By the way, you need to fix the lock on your bedroom door, too.” Starsky said with a slight flip of his head.

The phone rang…

Starsky picked it up first. “Yeah.” He said into the receiver.

Like your partner’s new look?’

“Look, I am getting real tired of these sick games your playing, why don’t you show yourself? Are you afraid of me?” Starsky hissed, as he cupped the phone in his left hand.

Afraid of you? As I recall, it was you that has always been afraid of me? Afraid of the pain I can make you feel, without even touching you…”

“Spill it asshole, What do you want from me? Name it, whatever it is, just stop hurting my friends!” The brunet said in more of a threatening tone than a request.

Oh Davey, we haven’t even begun to hurt you or your friends…Just ask your old buddies in New York…that’s right you can’t, cause they’re all dead. You’re the only one left Davey, the sole survivor, but not for long.”

Starsky’s panicked eyes darted to Hutch, than he returned his full attention back to the phone.

“If it’s me you want, than let’s do it Julio, let’s play!”

Answer me this Davey, when do you think Lisa will ever fuck you again? You might as well realize it, I‘ve already taken her away from you. What do you think she’s gonna do the next time I’m with her?” Julio laughed.

“Listen, I’m the one that’s gonna fuck you, when I get my hands on you! You better not even be thinking about Lisa, you hear me?” Starsky spat, his breathing increasing with his rage. Hutch put a supportive hand on his partner’s shoulder. “Your no man, any man I know would show themselves!”

At first there was silence on the other end, he heard a faint stutter, followed once again by silence. Starsky knew that he had gotten to him, pushed his button…

“Whatsa matter, Julio? I can’t hear you…You’re gonna have to speak up you bastard! Come on Martinez, talk like a man!”

You just signed your girlfriend’s death warrant…” Click…

Starsky looked at the receiver, quiet at first, as Julio’s words sunk in. He replaced the hand piece on the cradle as he looked up, searching for Hutch’s eyes, finding them, and looking into them, not just at them…Hutch didn’t like the terror he saw in Starsky’s eyes.

“He’s gonna do it, Hutch. He’s gonna kill Lisa.” Starsky said as he swallowed hard, the bile that tried to climb up his throat.


Chapter Fifteen

Starsky was breathing so hard, pacing the floor, his cheeks puffing in and out. Hutch reached into his jacket and pulled out the sealed envelope that his attackers had deposited in front of him. Starsky glanced at him as he turned it over in his hand. Written on the front in black ink was the name:


Starsky quickly took the envelope from his partner’s hand, ripping it open. He pulled out an old photo. Turning it around, he looked at it. The room quickly spun as he grabbed the kitchen counter to try and stop it. It was a picture of Vivian, cut out from their yearbook. On the back of the photo it read:

Vivian Romero

Born 01/26/1946

Died 05/21/1962

Cause of Death: David Michael Starsky

Bay City Park 3PM

It rushed over him like a hot wind, 5211962 wasn’t a phone number at all, it was the day that Vivian had died.

“What is it?” Hutch asked.

“Nothing, just a picture of someone I used to know.” He said as he stuffed it deep into his pocket.

“Starsk, what are you not telling me?” Hutch furrowed his brow, deepening the already present crease on his forehead.

“Not now, Hutch.” Starsky hated to say that, his best friend had just gotten beaten up because of him, he deserved answers, he deserved the truth, all of it. But Starsky wasn’t able to give it to him, he wish he could, but he couldn’t.

“Then when?” Hutch implored.

Starsky avoided eye contact with his partner’s bruising face. “I don’t know.” Was the only answer he had for the tall blond.

“That’s not good enough. Now, you’re in trouble, and for some damn reason, you won’t tell me why.”

Starsky pulled his gun from it’s holster, pulling back the slide, he checked his weapon and put it back in it’s rightful spot, under his arm. “Look Hutch, what I need from you right now is for you to watch Lisa for a little while, and don’t ask any questions, okay?”

Hutch backed his friend into a corner, “No, it is not okay.” He emphasized. “Look, in all the years we’ve know each other, you have never kept something this important from me, and I don’t understand why you’re doing it now!”

Hutch was searching his partner’s eyes, trying to make contact. If he could just get a lock on them, he may be able to see what was bothering him. They had been very well known for they’re ability of silent communication. But now, the man that meant the most to the tall blond, wouldn’t even look him in the eyes, Wouldn’t or couldn’t, Hutch wasn’t sure which.

“Please let me help you Starsky?” It was Hutch’s turn to beg.

“Hutch, trust me on this one, would ya’?”

That was all it took, of course Hutch trusted Starsky, he couldn’t deny him that. “Fine, but if you’re not back in one hour, I’m calling it in.”

“Deal.” Starsky conceded.

Hutch promised his friend one hour, and that was all he was going to get. Starsky grabbed his keys and flew out the door.


The park was crowded, it was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. The rumble of the Torino’s engine roared as the brunet pulled into a vacant stall, revving the motor once before shutting it off. He checked his watch, 2:50, he was early…He looked around, watched the kids at play, a couple walking their dogs, an elderly man feed the birds.

Over to the left of the parks large water fountain, he saw a young girl sitting on the concrete wall, she appeared to be around sixteen, maybe younger, reading a book. He watched as three boys, approximately the same age approached her. She didn’t immediately notice them until one of them slapped the book out of her hands. The other two laughed as she got up to retrieve it. Starsky perked his head up, watching the events unfolding.

As she bent over to pick up the book, the smaller boy reached out and grabbed her arm. She jerked free, as she stood up with the book in her other hand.

“Leave me alone.” Starsky heard her say to the three juveniles, as she started to walk away. The largest of the trio stood in front of her, blocking her path. “Get out of my way.” She attempted to sidestep him, but he just mirrored her movement.

Starsky slowly opened his car door, stepping out and moving to the front of the vehicle, keeping his eyes intently of the foursome. He watched one of the male teens reach out and take her book from her, laughing at her as he threw it into the fountain. The larger boy grabbed the frightened girl by her wrist, twisting it.

Starsky ran towards them, shouting out as he neared them, “Let her go!” He demanded.

The three boys looked up to see this man headed for them, “Hey, we were just having a little fun.” The small one tried to explain as the detective reached them.

Fun? This is what you kids think is fun?” He put his hand on his waist, pulling back his jacket, intentionally making sure they saw the Beretta in it’s holster. He watched as their eyes grew big. “You’re nothing but a bunch of idiots…picking on someone, just because you think it makes you look big and tough. Truth is, it just shows how really weak all of you punks are.” He pointed at the boy that threw her book. “You, go get her back her book.” The boy started to protest, but stopped the second he saw the dark haired man’s lips purse together, and he stroked his gun with his left hand, leaving it in his holster. “Now!”

“Yes sir.” He stuttered and ran, jumping into the knee high water of the fountain, grabbing her book and running it back to her. He handed the dripping book to her as he looked to the grown man for further instructions.

“Now, I want all three of you to apologize to this young lady.” He said as the girl standing next to him, enamored by the cute man that had come to her rescue, smiled up at him. He winked at her.

The boys took turns stating their apologies, and looked to Starsky, waiting for the next order.

“Now get the hell outta here!” He demanded as he pointed to the nearest exit of the park, laughing as the three ran off with surprising speed. He looked back at the girl, who was shaking slightly. “You okay?” He asked looking down at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks.” She stood there holding her still dripping book. “Wish you had done that before they threw my book.” She looked up at him, he could see the appreciation in her eyes.

“Sorry about that.” He grinned back at her. “Maybe next time.” He said as he started to walk back to his car.

“Hey?” She called out to him and he turned around. “Really, thanks for sticking up for me.”

“Anytime.” He responded with a satisfying smile on his face and continued on his way back to his car. He propped his back up against the front fender and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited…His mind wandered back to one Friday night at a park, not unlike this one…


Little Davey and Vivian sat on the grass under a big tree, the moon was bright tonight, casting a shadow across Vivian’s face. She looked at Davey, they had talked for what seemed like hours, he really liked her company, and she was enjoying his. He leaned back on one elbow on the slightly damp ground, she laid on her back next to him, looking up through the tree at the moon.

It’s really bright tonight.’ She observed.

Yeah, it is.’ He said, feeling the butterflies start to flutter freely in his stomach.

She turned her head and looked at him, ‘Aren’t you gonna try and kiss me?’ She asked him coyly.

Well, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to.’ He answered.

Guess you’ll never know until you try.’ She giggled.

He smiled at her as he leaned over her, gently kissing her lips. She raised her hand to his cheek, stroking it as he kissed her. For someone without a lot of experience, he was a great kisser, she thought to herself. Her hand dropped down, her fingers teasing his neck, tangling themselves in his black rope necklace. He pulled away, she looked at the turquoise cross that hung around his neck.

That’s really nice, where’d you get it?’ She asked him.

 My pop gave it to me, before he died.’ He answered.

It’s beautiful.’ She replied.

He reached around his neck and untied it. ‘I want you to wear it.’

Oh, I couldn’t.’ She argued.

No, I want you to, besides aren’t I supposed to give you something? Now that…’ He stopped, beginning to feel the dork in him coming back.

Now that what?’ She looked into his eyes.

He tilted his head to the side, not wanting to finish the sentence, actually wishing he had never even started it. ‘You know…’

Are we going steady, Davey?’ She asked him.

Dunno, do ya’ want to.’ He held his breath waiting for her answer.

She lifted her head and pulled her hair to the side allowing him to fasten the necklace. ‘Sure, I wanna, just don’t let Ricco find out.’

You know I ain’t afraid of your brother.’ He stated.

You may not be, but I am, just don’t let him find out ‘kay? For my sake…’

She laid her head back against the grass, and he began kissing her again, slowly and gently, then a little more passionate. She reached down and took his hand that was resting on the ground next to her shoulder, placing it on her chest.

Not here.’ He protested.

What about the van?’ She asked.

He kissed the tip of her nose as he brought his knees up underneath him, and rose to his feet. He reached out his hand, offering it to her, helping her to her feet.

Where are your friends?’ She asked.

They’re around somewhere, but don’t worry, they won’t bother us.’ He assured her.

He opened the back door of the van and held it as Vivian climbed in, he looked around to make sure they weren’t being watched, and climbed in after her, closing the door behind them.

He was nervous, he felt the beads of sweat accumulating on his upper lip. He wiped them away with his sleeve. She sat against the wall of the van, he sat across from her. ‘Now what?’ He said, regretting it the moment it slipped out.

Now what?’ She asked him. ‘Davey, have you ever done this before?’ She looked at him, not being able to resist his natural charm.

Sure I’ve done ‘it’ before.’ He said defensively.

Liar.’ She giggled. ‘It’s okay Davey, there’s nothing wrong with that you know?’

She crawled towards him, he sighed heavily, as she positioned herself between his legs, kissing him, letting her tongue slip between his lips. She knelt there as she took his left hand and placed it under her shirt, guiding him to her bra. He felt the silky front part cupped in his hand.

He remembered Mark telling him about the bra, how to undo it with one quick snap of the fingers. He moved his hand around the back and found the clasp, holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he snapped…Nothing happened. He tried again, same result. Awkwardly he began to fumble with it, his mind not on his kissing technique, but instead on the elusive clasp…My gym locker is easier to open than this, he thought, why couldn’t it just have a combination…3 to the left…17 to the right…26 to the left. Bingo, it came undone. He sighed in relief, even though that was harder than he thought it would be. Must practice that, he made a mental note.

She put her hands around his neck and pulled him over on top of her, leading him the rest of the way. He was happy, very happy. He liked Vivian, and he felt like she really liked him too.

When they were finished, Davey laid next to her staring at the ceiling of the van. His mouth was dry, his mind was racing, feeling slightly dizzy.

Aren’t you gonna say anything?’ Vivian asked him, somewhat disappointed.

Wow.’ He escaped his lips.

She giggled as she rose up and leaned into kiss him. ‘I told you I liked you.’ For that he was thankful, very thankful.

The back door to the van flew open. ‘What the hell.’ Davey exclaimed in protest, seeing Mark and his buddies standing there. Vivian did her best to cover up.

Out!’ Mark ordered as he climbed in next to Vivian, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a $20 dollar bill, handing it to Davey. ‘Go get me some smokes, kid.’

No way! What the hell are you doing?’ Davey demanded an answer as Joey reached in and grabbed the young boy by the collar, dragging him out of the van and standing him out side.

What’s going on here?’ Vivian asked, her voice shaking. ‘Davey?’ She looked at him, her eyes wide with fear. ‘What are they doing?’ She asked.

Mark, what do you think you’re doing?’ Davey’s voice showing the same signs of fear. ‘Get the hell outta there.’ He reached up his hand trying to offer it to Vivian.

She reached for it, but Mark roughly grabbed her wrist, twisting it backwards. She let out a gasp in pain. ‘Not so fast slut!’ He hissed as he brought his mouth to hers, kissing her roughly while grabbing her by the hair.

She sobbed in protest trying to push him away. ‘What the fuck are you doing Mark?’ Davey shouted as he tried to climb back in the van only to be held back by Joey and Danny.

You really didn’t think you were gonna be the only one to have a shot at her, did ya?’ Jimmy asked as he smiled, watching Mark force her back down to the floor of the van. ‘You’re just lucky he let you go first.’

Davey, help me.’ Vivian’s scream was muffled by Mark’s mouth. ‘Please!’ He pulled back and slapped Vivian hard across the right cheek, she screamed out causing him to cover her mouth with his hand.

Get off her!’ Davey demanded.

Mark looked over his shoulder at the young brunet, grinning evilly at his comrades. ‘Get him outta here, take care of him for me.’ He instructed the other three as he unzipped his pants, turning his attention back to the young girl pinned beneath him.

Starsky started fighting back, he struggled with everything he was worth to get free from the others, it was no use, he was out numbered. He could hear Vivian scream for him, begging for him to help her. His heart jumped into his throat, choking him. Spit flew from his mouth as he spoke…

How can you guys do this to me? I thought you were my friends.’

We are your friends Davey…And friends share everything.’ Joey laughed at him.

I got dibs, I’m next.’ Jimmy called it.

Starsky’s arm broke free, he pulled it back and swung, hitting Jimmy in the side of the head.

Danny and Joey each grabbed one side of the young rebel. Jimmy placed his hand on the side of his head, touching the tender spot. He spit off to the side and looked back at the angry teen.

You shouldn’t o’ done that, Davey.’ Jimmy cocked his arm back and struck Starsky across the jaw, causing his head to snap back. He quickly followed that with a devastating blow to his stomach.

Starsky gasped and heaved as he thought one of his lungs was going to fly out of his mouth. He dropped to his hands and knees as the other two released their hold of him. Danny kicked him hard in the side. ‘Looks like Davey here needs to be taught to share with his friends.’

Starsky heard Vivian’s bloodcurdling scream, he knew at that second, he was too late to save her from Mark. Joey reached down and grabbed a handful of the curly hair, pulling it back roughly. Blood ran from Starsky’s mouth, down his chin. Joey’s right hand quickly connected with Starsky’s left eye, knocking him onto his back.

You’re not gonna get away with this.’ He fumed.

Looks like Mark already did.’ Jimmy noted.

Starsky looked up and saw Mark hoping out of the back door of the van, zipping up his pants. Jimmy looked back at the group of boys, then down at Starsky. ‘Looks like I’m up.’ He grinned excitedly as he ran towards the van.

She’s all yours, Jimmy.’ Mark passed the proverbial baton onto the next contestant, as he walked over to Starsky who was still trying desperately to rise off the ground.

Nooooo, Please!’ He heard Vivian scream, pleading with Jimmy as he jumped in the back of the van. Starsky heard what he could tell was a slap, and she fell silent.

So Davey, how was it?’ He asked as if nothing happened.

Go fuck yourself.’ Starsky seethed. He had never felt such hatred as he felt at this moment. Not even towards the man that had killed his father.

Now that’s not very nice.’ Mark said as he backhanded the detective back to the ground. “I know you haven’t, but as for me, I’ve had better.’ He laughed, joined by Joey and Danny. ‘Which one of you two wanna go next?’ Mark asked.

Let Danny go next, I wanna go last.’ He licked his lips. ‘You know, save the best for last.’ He chuckled.

You wish.’ Danny shot back.

What makes you think she’s not gonna say nothin’? You’re all gonna go to jail for this.’ Starsky tried to get them to stop this insane behavior.

She ain’t gonna say anything to the police, I made sure of that.’ Mark stated as a matter of fact. ‘An’ if you go gettin’ any bright ideas Davey, I made sure that she knows this was your idea, you brought her here, you set this up. So see as far as she’s concerned, you’re as guilty as the rest of us…’

Starsky felt his stomach heave, he felt the contents rise to a level that he couldn’t swallow. He rolled to his side and threw up right on Mark’s feet.

Now Davey, don’t worry, you’ll get past this. Remember what we told you about her, she puts out for anybody. So we all thought we should get the same treatment. Whether she likes it or not. Sometimes in life, if you see something you want, you just have to take it.’

Starsky got enough footing underneath him to rise up and take Mark around the knees, dropping him to the ground. Danny and Joey were quickly at his side, pulling him up and holding him for Mark. Mark got to his feet and dusted himself off.

You gotta lota spunk kid. I like that.’ He said as he punched Starsky in the gut, causing him to lunge forward, He would of hit the ground if it hadn’t been for the boys on either side holding him up. Mark grabbed a fistful of hair, snapping his head back forcing Starsky to look in the direction of the van.

He saw the motion of the van rocking and heard Vivian’s faint sobbing. The tears welling up in his own eyes. He didn’t know what was worse, what was happening to her, or the fact that she thought he was responsible for it. He didn’t even see the next punch coming, out of nowhere he saw a flash of light and felt intense pain to his right temple. The world spun briefly and everything faded to black…


Chapter Sixteen

Starsky scanned the park, he hoped that he’s be able to pick Julio out of the crowd. His eyes were sharp, keenly scanning the crowd. He wanted Julio, the confrontation. Why would Julio want to meet with him? That question weighed heavily on his mind. He felt his body tremble, he wasn’t scared, he wasn’t cold, but he was shaking.

He held his hand out in front of him and saw his left hand shaking uncontrollably. He quizzically looked at it, then did the same with the right, holding it out in front of him, with the same results. This was something he was going to have to mention to his doctor. Tremors was not a good thing for a cop to start experiencing, it would be devastating to his career if they continued.

“Davey!” He heard his voice being called out from a distance away. He looked up to see a Puerto Rican, waiving frantically at him from across the park. A young boy walked up to him and handed him a note. He opened the folded paper and read the note.

Now we both know why we are here. Ricco has been waiting to see you. He’s been waiting 15 years. But it’s been worth the wait. Now that we have taken everything away from you, your girl, your partner’s trust…Now it’s just a matter of time until we destroy you. Lisa and Hutch are both going to die because of what you did to Vivian. Was it worth it Davey?

Starsky looked back up to see Julio running away from him, he instinctively gave pursuit, running across the grass, through the playground. He automatically drew his weapon holding it in his left hand. People in the park screamed and ran for cover.

“Everybody get down. BCPD, get down!” Starsky shouted out.

He saw Julio run up to the group of boys that had been bothering the girl earlier. “Get outta here! Run!” Starsky shouted in warning, but it was too late. Julio grabbed the smaller one around the neck, holding his own gun to the kids head. His two friends running off quickly.

Starsky held his Beretta out in front of him with both hands. He noted his trembling hands and tried to steady himself. “Let him go Julio, it’s not worth it.” Starsky tried to talk the crazed felon out of harming the innocent teen.

“Drop your gun Davey, or I’ll waste him right here.” Julio yelled.

“Please mister, do as he says.” The teen pled. “Don’t make him hurt me. I don‘t wanta die.”

Starsky’s heart panged for the poor boy, he didn’t ask for any of this. Starsky raised his weapon slowly in the air, replacing the hammer back into position and lowering it to the ground at his feet. “Okay, don’t hurt the boy, I’ll do whatever you say, just let him go.” Starsky said as he kept both hands raised high in the air.

Julio motioned with his weapon, “Move away from the gun, over there.” Starsky moved slowly to the left, keeping his hands in plain view.

“Take it easy, just let the boy go.” Starsky tried to reason with the deranged man.

As soon as Starsky was far enough away from his weapon, Julio cocked his weapon, Starsky’s heart jumped, he knew what was coming, he saw it in Julio’s eyes.

“Tell me Davey, did Vivian beg to be saved, did she plead for her life?” Julio asked as he smiled and moved the gun around to the boys chest and pulled the trigger.

“Oh my God! Nooooo!” Starsky yelled as he sprinted for the teen as Julio allowed his body to fall to the ground, turning and running off.

Starsky slid on his knees to the boys side. He was breathing heavily, his eyes darting from the figure of Julio running away back to the injured teen. He could hear the boy gasping for air. The boys hand reached up and frantically grabbed the front of Starsky’s shirt in his fist.

“Help me…please…don’t let me…die…” He looked into Starsky’s eyes, the fear overwhelming him.

“Shhh, just lie still, you’re gonna be fine, ‘kay?” The brunet detective lifted the kids shirt to look at the wound. His face draining of color. “Get an ambulance!” He shouted at the bystanders gathering around. “I said, get a goddamned ambulance!” He repeated himself.

“Oh jeez, it hurts…” The boy again gasped, but more violently this time.

“Hey, stay calm, I’m right here.” Starsky scooped the kid’s head up and laid it in his lap, taking his hand and holding the boys fist tightly. “What’s your name, son?”

“Man…Manny.” He struggled. “Mister, am I…gonna die?”

“No, you’re gonna be fine, just hang in there ‘kay?” Starsky pled.

“I’m scared…” His breathing became more labored. Starsky saw the boy’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Hey, stay with me Manny, you hear me? Stay with me!” Starsky ordered. “Jesus kid, I’m so sorry.”

Starsky frantically looked around, he saw Julio jumping into a vehicle, speeding away as he looked back smiling at him. Starsky looked back at the teen in his arms, his hands now clutching his chest, covered in blood.

The boys breathing increased, it was becoming more labored, Starsky knew he was losing him, he was dying. There was nothing he could do to stop it. “Where in the hell is the ambulance!”

Manny let out one last gasp and his breathing stopped. Starsky lightly hit his chest. “No, please!” He grabbed a fistful of the kids shirt. He looked up, a crowd had gathered around them, staring at them. Starsky felt caged, trapped like an animal. He wanted to flee, to run, but he had to stay until the ambulance arrived.

He looked over and saw Manny’s two friends staring on in disbelief, the color washed completely from their faces, tears silently streaming down their cheeks. They were in shock, Starsky just looked at them, pleading with his eyes, pleading for forgiveness. Someone else had died because of him…He couldn’t take this anymore. He rose and headed to his car, to hell with the ambulance, it wasn’t gonna do any good now.

He climbed behind the wheel of his car, starting it and throwing it into reverse, squealing the tires as he peeled out of the park.


Hutch was sleeping soundly on his couch. Lisa had just climbed out of the shower, wrapped in nothing but a large beach sized towel, she entered the living room, looking for Starsky, but finding Hutch instead. She opened the front door and stepped onto the porch, looking down the stairs, seeing that the bright red car was gone, she figured the two men had made a shift change.

She moved back into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind her, making sure the security chain was engaged. She moved over to the patio door, opening it to air the apartment out.

She moved over to the couch, staring down at the tall blond peacefully sleeping. Her fingers gently traced the outline of his hands that were folded on his lap. She tilted her head to one side, seeing Starsky’s other half in a totally different light.

She moved around the couch and knelt beside him, gently running her fingers across the deep crease of his brow. He stirred slightly and she pulled her hand away. He fell back into a peaceful slumber. She wanted more, she needed more. Question was, would he give it to her?

She stood and carefully positioned herself over him, sitting on his lap ever so gently, lifting his hands up to his chest. She rested momentarily so he would get used to the knew weight on his body. He stirred again, shifting his weight underneath her. She liked the way that felt.

Leaning over him, she placed soft gentle kisses on his cheek, he raised his hand brushing her hair out of his face. Slowly he opened one eye, then the other. It took a moment for him to realize what was happening. Lisa sat back up as Hutch attempted to sit up too. She pushed him back on the couch, one hand on each shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing, Lisa?” He said, startled, and not fully aware of where he was.

“I’m trying to make you feel good, Ken. Don’t you like it?” She said as she slowly gyrated herself against him.

“Stop that, Lisa.” He said as he grabbed her by both her shoulders, shaking her slightly.

She just increased the pressure against him. “Come on Ken, Dave loves this, let me show you how good I make him feel…” She teased his neck with her tongue.

He bolted up, sitting face to face with her. “Lisa, what’s the matter with you.” He asked, genuinely concerned for her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, he placed his hands under her arms trying to pull her back, she clung tightly to him, burying her head into his neck.

“Relax Ken. You’ll like this, trust me.” She hissed seductively into his ear.

“Stop it Lisa. What about Starsky?” Hutch swung his legs of the couch as she continued to sit on his lap.

Lisa looked at him with vacant eyes, one single tear rolled down her right cheek. “Oh God, Hutch what am I doing?”

“I dunno, what the hell are you doing.” He asked her clearly irritated.

She jumped up grabbing her towel to her chest and ran into the room, he could hear her crying out. His mind wandered, still in a slight fog, from being woken up, and from the scene that had just unfolded. What the hell was she thinking? He wondered. His right hand combed through his blond hair as he got up and paced the room. She’s losing it. Could it be because of the trauma from the rape, the medication she is on? His irritation gave way to concern for her, as he walked towards the room.

He knocked on the door before entering it, she had replaced the towel with an over shirt and jeans. Frantically, she scanned the room, looking for something.

“What was that Lisa?” Hutch asked pointing back to the couch.

“I don’t know Hutch.” She looked at him, her tears streaming freely down her face. “I don’t know what I was thinking, or what just happened out there, all I know is I have got to get the hell outta here.”

“You’re not going anywhere, it’s too dangerous.” Hutch responded.

“Dangerous? Hutch I have to get out of here before Dave gets back. I don’t know what just happened in there, but I know you have to tell him, he’s your best friend. I can’t see him hurt anymore, not now, he can’t take it.” She grabbed her purse off of the bed.

Hutch’s mind was racing, maybe she didn’t even realize what she was doing?…could it be some kind of post traumatic stress disorder associated from her rape…she was right, Starsky couldn’t take much more…

He grabbed her by the arm as she tried to fly by him, swinging her around. “Lisa, I can’t let you leave, you know that.” Hutch said softly.

“And you can’t make me stay, either.” She said as she jerked away and headed towards the front door.

He pushed the door closed as she opened it. “Lisa, talk to me. You really didn’t mean any of that?”

“Would you believe me if I told you, no?” She was still crying. “That doesn’t change the fact that you have to tell him what just happened.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have to tell him right now.”

“Hutch, if you don’t tell him, then I will. He deserves that much from us.” Lisa stated to the very confused blond before him.

“Ok, I’ll make you a deal…” He raised his finger, shaking it at her. “I’ll tell him, when this is all over and we catch Julio, but for now, you are going to call that psychologist that Dr. Davis referred you to. I think you need to get some help Lisa, I really do.”

She broke down crying, “I’m so sorry, Hutch, I’m so sorry.” She sobbed as he hugged her, taking her purse off her shoulder and throwing it to the side.

“I know you are, Lisa, I know.” He realized at that moment that Starsky wasn’t the only one going through some very difficult times right now, they all were, and together they would make it through this, the three of them.

The phone rang…Lisa moved over to the dining room chair and sat down as Hutch answered the phone.

Hutchinson.” The tall blond answered.

He immediately heard the distinct voice of his dubious captain on the other end. “Hutch, where in the hell is that partner of yours?” He fumed.

“I dunno Cap’, he stepped out for a little bit.” Hutch answered, looking at Lisa who was sitting at the table, sobbing, holding her head in her hands. He put a supportive hand on her shoulder. “Why what’s up?”

“I need you to find him and bring him to the station.” The tone of the Captain’s voice was beyond serious, it was down right grim. “There’s been a shooting at the park Hutch, seems Starsky was involved. But he left the scene before back up arrived.”

“He what?” Hutch didn’t immediately believe what he was hearing. “Cap’, if Starsk was involved, he woulda stayed there.”

“Well, he didn’t!” Dobey retorted. “And now I got a dead boy and a missing cop on my hands.”

“He’s not hurt is he?” Hutch asked, dreading the answer he might get.

“Not according to the eye witnesses. He just took off, we don’t know where he could be. They said he was pretty upset, and he’s not answering his radio.”

Hutch’s eyes darted around frantically, his mind racing. “Okay, I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Hutch?” Dobey spoke softly. “You know Simonetti from Internal Affairs is gonna have a field day with this one. You need to find him and get him in here.”

Chapter Seventeen

“Lisa, you have to come with me.” Hutch said as he moved to the door grabbing his jacket.

“Where we going?” She asked sensing the urgency in his voice, rising from the table.

“To find your boyfriend.” Hutch said as he opened the front door.

“Dave? Is he okay?” She asked the sudden fear clutching her.

“I hope so.” He said holding the door for her, as she quickly passed through it with him following close behind.

Hutch headed straight for a secluded area of bay, a place that he and Starsky often went, together and apart, whenever they needed talk or just think.


Starsky sat on the rocks watching the ebb and flow of the tide. He looked out into the water, tossing rocks occasionally, wishing he could skip the rocks across the surface like Hutch could. He thought about the events over the past few weeks. They were given a simple assignment; find a wanted felon, Julio Martinez.

Since then, their good friend, Huggy, had been nearly beaten to death. His girlfriend had been attacked in a bathroom, raped in his own bed and beaten. His partner, the man he loved most in this world, had now been attacked. And then this, a kid, he didn’t even know, was now dead. A mother had lost her son, because of him. Because of something that had happened 15 years ago, something that he thought was locked and buried away for good. It’d be different if this guy was doing this stuff to Starsky himself, he could handle that, but to hurt the people around him was unbearable. He felt the world crashing down around him.

This guy was not going to stop, Starsky was sure of that. He wouldn’t stop until he had destroyed everything in Starsky’s life, everything he cared about. Unless, he thought to himself, Starsky wasn’t around to care anymore…

His mind wandered briefly, what would happen if he wasn’t around anymore. Julio would have no reason to hurt anyone anymore…

Huggy would get over it, Lisa would undoubtedly fall in love again…Then he thought about Hutch. The one person in the world that his death would affect the most, would be Hutch. Would Hutch be able to get past it, would he ever get over it. No, Starsky didn’t think Hutch would ever be the same; they were each one half of a whole. He couldn’t do that to his best friend, he owed him that much...

Hutch pulled up, relieved to see Starsky’s Torino parked in the lot. He parked next to his friends’ car, looking at Lisa he rolled up his window and instructed her to wait there, keeping the doors locked. If anything was to happen, she was to lay on the horn. He’d come running.

Hutch got out of his vehicle and closed the door behind him making sure that she had followed his instructions. He then walked towards the rocks.

He saw the hunched over form of his partner sitting about halfway down the rocky embankment. The tall blond approached his friend calling out to him as he neared.

“Starsk?” He said. Starsky turned quickly to greet Hutch, wiping the moisture from his face. Hutch knew that he would just say that was the spray of the water, so he chose to ignore the fact that the brunet had been crying. “I figured you’d be here.”

“Well, you figured correctly Sherlock…” Starsky stood quickly as he realized that Lisa was alone. “Hutch, how could you leave Lisa?” He said as he headed up the slippery rocks.

“Relax Starsk, she’s not alone. She’s in the car waiting for you.” Hutch stopped his friend, putting his arm on his shoulder.

Starsky sighed in relief, shoving both hands in his pockets and looking out over the water in deep reflection, reclaiming his spot, sitting on the damp rocks. “Jesus Hutch, how much more am I supposed to take?”

“As much as you have to partner, at least until we catch this lunatic.” Hutch answered, thinking back to the last time he saw the strong man in front of him so crushed and devastated. Completely resigned to failure…When Terry died…He saw his partner want to roll over, claim defeat and not go on. But he got through that, and Hutch was going to make damn sure he got through this.

“Hutch, a kid got killed today. Because of me, he’s dead.” The brunet started, his voice cracking. “Jesus Hutch, he was 15! Just a kid…How in the hell do you explain something like that to his parents?”

“So what do you wanna do? Just give up?” Hutch questioned his friend.

“What about Lisa? What if they had…?” He sighed and looked back out over the water.

“Lisa needs you right now, you can’t let her down. As a matter of fact, she needs you more now, than ever. You have to be there for her.” Hutch knew he was not going to be able to talk to Starsky about what had happened with Lisa. Not now, he just wouldn’t be able to handle that right now.

“Hutch, everyone I care about is getting hurt, look around you.” Starsky’s eyes stared deeply into Hutch’s they had dark circles under them and were sunken, he was wearing down.

“Even more reason to stand up and fight this asshole! You know Starsk, it kills me to see the person I care about most in this world hurting like you are. You know I’d do anything for you buddy, please let me help you, tell me what’s going on.” Hutch pled, his eyes cutting Starsky to the core.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Starsky stated coldly and looked away. He knew deep down inside, Hutch would understand, he just couldn’t bring himself to tell the tall blond.

“Try me.” Hutch bowed his head, looking up through his brow at his friend.

“Aw, Hutch it was along time ago…I was young.” He snorted. “Young and stupid…Not long after Pop died, I started hanging out with this group of guys…they were my friends. Not like you and I, but they were my friends. I thought I could trust them, like they trusted me.” He paused, flipping his thumb across his bottom lip, taking a deep breath.

“What happened?” Hutch asked softly, trying to coax his partner into sharing, rather than scare him away from telling him what he’s been keeping deep inside, afraid to even tell his best friend.

Starsky hesitated, thinking of how and what to say. “I was 14, almost 15. There was this girl, I really liked her. The guys I hung around with, really gave me a hard time…you know about…well see, I was still…you know, I hadn‘t…”

“You were still a virgin?” Hutch finished the sentence that Starsky was having so much trouble getting out.

“Yeah, a virgin.” He said with a somewhat embarrassed tone in his voice, he sighed in relief having that sentence out of the way. “They were all older than me and had more experience, so they kinda talked me into askin’ her out.”

“And?” Hutch prodded his friend to continue.

“And we had a great time that night, everything was perfect. We went to a movie, grabbed a burger afterwards, then we went to the park. That’s when everything changed, my whole life fell apart that night.”

“Go on.” Hutch sounded more like a therapist at this point, than his friend, but it didn’t matter as long as the brunet was talking.

“Well, Mark had this van that he had parked there in the lot, in case Vivian and I wanted to…you know.” Hutch just nodded. “Well, we did want to …you know…and afterward, Mark and the guys showed up…”

He stopped, his voice began shaking, he tried to clear his throat but it didn’t help. “Starsk, what happened that night?”

“Hutch, I had no idea that they were gonna do that to her, I swear, if I had known, it never would have gone down like that…” He begged for understanding.

“Do what, what did they do?”

“They raped her Hutch, all four of my so called friends raped her. They took turns, I could hear her screaming, and I couldn’t help her, I tried but, but I couldn’t stop them. Jesus, it was awful.” He paused as he shook his head, reliving the nightmare that started that night. “When her brother found her that night, lying in the bushes, where Mark and the guys had dumped her, she was pretty bad. They beat her up, hoping to scare her into keeping quiet. They had knocked me out and I woke up in the back of the van, in front of Mark’s house. They were gone, so I took off, headed home. I was scared and stupid, I thought she believed that I was responsible for what had happened that night. Her brother came after us, they got to Joey first, they killed him right in front of his own mother.”

“Jesus, Starsk.” Hutch empathized.

“I was scared shitless, I knew they were coming after me. I had to tell Ma, she’d know what to do. She started to make arrangements to move me out here with my Aunt and Uncle. That way I’d be safe from Ricco and his boys. About a week later, Vivian tried to kill herself, she OD’d. She wound up in a coma for three months before she finally died. I tried to get to see her, both before she did this, and after. I wanted her to know, that it wasn’t me, I never knew this was going to happen. I needed her to know that, and I never even got the chance to tell her that.”

Hutch reached over and put a supportive arm on his shoulder, squeezing firmly. “My God, Starsk, why didn’t you ever tell me this?”

“Because, deep down inside I still feel responsible for her that night. What happened to her, wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t put her there in the first place. Last I had heard, Ricco and this Julio guy, had gone to prison for Joey’s murder. She never reported the rape, and neither did Ricco, he was going to take care of us himself. He and his boys.” Starsky looked out over the bay, sighing heavily.

“So they’re here for you? And you think that’s why they raped Lisa? Some sort of sick payback?” Hutch asked.

“Hutch, they have taken something away from Lisa and I that we will never be able to get back. How do you think she’s ever gonna feel with me again? When we’re making love, she is gonna think about what happened to her, what I caused her to go through. Worst than that, I am gonna be thinking about what I have put her through, she didn’t deserve any of this.”

“Awe, come on partner, give it some time. You’re both gonna be just fine, you’ll see.”

Starsky sat in silence for a moment, then continued, “You know that’s one of the reasons I became a cop. I couldn’t just sit back and watch someone else get hurt, not being able to do a damn thing about it. No sir, never again, not for me. If someone wasn’t able to take care of themselves or fight for themselves, than they deserved someone that would fight for them.”

Suddenly many things about his partner made sense, like how mad the brunet would get whenever crimes were committed against women and children. There was something inside that infuriated him when that would occur, like a crime against a grown man, was somehow easier to deal with…Now that made sense.

“Hutch, Julio said that they killed all the others, I am the last one.” He stopped talking abruptly.

“Well, you need to give me names, I’ll have Captain Dobey look into it.”

“No, I don’t want anyone else to know about this, you got that?” He voice grew angry.

“Starsk, Dobey has to know, he can help us. Besides, right now he and Simonetti are waiting for an explanation about you leaving the scene of the shooting. He wants answers, he wants you down at the station, now.”

“Not now Hutch please, I just can’t. I’ll fill out my report in the morning. And you can tell Dobey, what happened, but Dobey only ‘kay? I want to know if what Julio said is true, am I the last one? And where the hell is Ricco Romero? Is he still in jail? Is he alive?”

“Okay, okay, calm down. I’ll talk to Dobey. I’ll let him know to stall Simonetti, and we’ll be there in the morning, first thing.” Hutch could already hear his captains’ voice bellowing in protest.

“Excuse me, I hope I am not interrupting.” Lisa’s voice came from the sidewalk above them.

They both were startled at first, turning around; Starsky was the first to jump to his feet. “Oh babe, I am so sorry.” He apologized for leaving her waiting in the car. “We just need to talk about some things, you know, police stuff.”

He scaled the rocks with Hutch on his heels. As he reached the sidewalk he took her into his arms, hugging her.

“Just what does a girl have to do to split you two up?” She said jokingly, wrapping her arms around his neck. The look on her face made the hairs on the back of Hutch’s neck stand at attention.

“That’ll never happen, schweetheart…” Starsky shot back. “Let’s go home.”

“You do mean to my home, right Gordo? I am gonna head to Huggy’s for the night, I promised I’d help him out, he’s short handed.”

“’Kay, I’ll catch up with you in the morning?” Starsky asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be by early to pick you up.” Hutch answered as he headed to his car. He had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong, very wrong…

Chapter Eighteen

By the time Lisa and Starsky had gotten back to Hutch’s place, they were both exhausted. Starsky walked in and wearily dropped himself on the couch, sighing heavily, rubbing his face with both his hands. Lisa watched as she saw the toll this whole ordeal was taking on her man.

“Want me to make you some tea?” She offered.

He looked up at her, “I’d love some.” He was never much of a tea drinker, but Lisa was. She knew the right types of teas, for energy, relaxation and just plain enjoyment.

She went to the kitchen and took the tea out of the cupboard. She started heating the water in the teapot on the stove. She looked into the living room and saw Starsky lying on the couch, one arm across his forehead. Returning to her task at hand she placed a tea bag in a mug, grabbing the ceramic canister with sugar she sprinkled a teaspoon full over the bag. Reaching in her pocket, she took out a baggie. In it were two red capsules, she took them out and twisted them apart in her fingers, the white powder falling into the tea mug. She again looked into the living room, making sure her man was still in place.

The teapot whistled, she quickly retrieved it from the stove, and poured the hot water into the cup. She stirred the contents with the spoon, then dipped the tea bag in and out before discarding it in the trash.

She took the cup to the living room. “Here honey, sit up and drink this, it’ll help.”

He did as she instructed, sipping on the tea as she moved around to the back of the couch, massaging his shoulders, he rolled his neck trying to loosen the muscles. “Oh, that feels good.” He moaned.

“Shhh, just relax...” She coaxed him.

He let his head loll forward as she masterfully stroked his back. “Dave?”

“Hmmm?” He groaned in response.

“What happened out there today? Where were you?” She asked as she leaned over the back of the couch, placing her face next to his.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” He turned to look at her and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Why won’t you talk to me? You tell Hutch everything, and I can’t get you to say more than two words to me.” She complained.

Starsky finished his tea, placing the cup on the coffee table in front of him. He reached back for her arm and led her around the couch until she was sitting next to him. “I’m sorry Lisa, I don’t mean to make you feel bad by not telling you everything, it’s just there are some things I can’t tell you. You know that, that comes with my job.”

She leaned against his chest as he put a strong arm around her. “I know that, but it doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it. I bet there’s some stuff that even Hutch doesn’t tell you.” She curled up on the couch next to him.

“I doubt that.” Starsky replied, kissing the top of her head.

“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you.”


Hutch was at Huggy’s, the night was busy, and the staffing was short. Once again, controlled chaos rang out. The tall blond was on the phone with his Captain, the receiver on one ear his finger plugging the other. The noise in the bar made it difficult to hear even Dobey’s yelling.

“Yes, Cap’, I know that, I know you wanted him in today, but I am asking you to stall Simonetti, just for 12 hours. I’ll have him in first thing in the morning, I promise. Just give him some time, would ya?” Hutch pled.

Dobey always did have a soft spot in his heart for these two detectives, I guess you could say they were his favorite team, not to mention his best. “Alright Hutchinson, 12 hours, not a minute more, you hear me?” Dobey yelled into the phone.

“Thanks Cap’.” Hutch said and then hung up the phone.

Huggy was standing behind the bar, his injured arm in a cast and out to his side, held up by a bar attached to his waist. He tried his best to help his bartenders and waitresses, but they found themselves just bobbing and weaving, dodging his arm. The sound of breaking glass came from the kitchen. Huggy’s face cringed, as he headed into the other room.

“That did not sound good my friend.” He commented as he passed the blond detective.

Hutch couldn’t help but smile as the thin black man passed him. He picked back up the phone and dialed his house.

“Hello?” Hutch heard Starsky’s voice on the other end.

“Hey Starsk, it’s me.” He spoke into the mouth piece. “I talked to Dobey, got you a stay of reprieve until tomorrow morning. Listen, I am gonna be working here late tonight, can you just meet me down there tomorrow morning?

“Thanks buddy, I owe you one.” Starsky said with a clear conviction of gratitude in his voice.

“Just make sure you meet me there first thing, otherwise Dobey’s gonna nail my ass to the wall.” Hutch informed him.

“Hey, have you ever known me to let you down?” Starsky said with a slight smile, he appreciated his partners concern, but he really never planned on letting Hutch face Simonetti on his own.

“Nah, never.” Hutch answered.

“I’ll see you around 8 am.” Starsky assured Hutch as he hung up the phone.

Huggy came back from the kitchen. “What’s the damage?” Hutch asked his friend.

“About fifty dollars in dishes, and one waitress that cut her hand cleaning it up. Man, now I gotta go an’ send her home.”

Hutch laughed at his friends’ misfortune, if it wasn’t for bad luck, Huggy really would have no luck at all.


Starsky was lying on the couch, Lisa lying against him. He was tired; he felt it into his bones, the ache and burn of pure exhaustion. He yawned covering his mouth with his free hand. They were watching the late show. Lisa looked up at him, “Come on Dave, it’s time for bed for you.” She said as she got up, offering her hand to him. “Let’s go.”

He took her hand in offering, pulling himself up to his feet. “Yeah, I could you a good night’s sleep.” He agreed as they both headed to the bedroom, Lisa leading the way.

He followed her into the room, for the first night since the rape, the slept together, not just in the same bed, but together. Lisa allowed him to hold her in his arms as they drifted off to sleep. Maybe Hutch was right, it was just going to take some time.

Pulling himself closer to her sleeping body, he buried his face in her neck. He heard her softly moan as he pressed himself up against her back, his groin coming in contact with her thigh. She rolled towards him, as his lips caught hers in a deep passionate kiss, their tongues dancing as his hand reached up and slowly pulled the strap of her nightie off her shoulder.

He groaned as she exhaled a deep breath, moving his hand down to her thigh, he pulled up the hem of her turquoise gown. She bent her leg up, leaning it into him, returning the pressure he was applying. His lips kissed a trail from her neck, slowly down her shoulders to her chest, mapping her body with his tongue, his hot breath ever present on her skin.

She moaned involuntarily as she arched her back. H e rose above her, laying on top of her, and gently spreading her legs with his hand on her knees. He climbed between them, her body began to rock against him as he found himself moaning in return.

Vivian, you feel so good.” He hissed in her ear.

He felt his body jerk violently as the sting of a slap across his face brought the room spinning into the here and now.

“Get the hell off of me, Dave.” Lisa was yelling as Starsky rolled to the side. “And who in the hell is Vivian.” She demanded.

“It was nothing.” He said in a whisper, realizing that he was dreaming again.

“Didn’t sound like nothing, and it sure as hell didn’t feel like nothing! Now who is Vivian?” She asked as she rose on one elbow above him.

“Drop it Lisa, it was just a dream.” More like a nightmare he thought. “Let it go, please?” He asked her.

He held his hand to his head, his mind racing so fast, he couldn’t keep up with, he was getting confused, flustered. He needed it to stop, but he couldn’t control it.

“Dave, tell me who she is?” Her voice settled from anger to sadness, she looked him in the eyes. “Hey, I understand…if you don’t want me anymore, I’d understand. I can’t say that I blame you…”

Starsky sat up quickly as she sat up to face him. “Jesus Lisa, no, it’s nothing like that.” He grabbed her and hugged her, she sobbed quietly. “Please, you have to believe me.”

“I can’t take much more of this Dave, I mean its one thing to come in second to your partner, but now to come in second to a dream? I just don’t get it.” She pulled away from his embrace, quickly getting out of bed and storming out of the room, the anger in her voice returning. “I guess I should of taken Hutch up on his offer…”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He asked, his head snapping back at her, following her into the living room, pulling on his faded jeans and grabbing his shirt.

“Nothing Dave, just like your dream.” She said curtly, going into the kitchen and taking a glass from the cupboard.

He grabbed her arm and swung her around roughly. “What did you mean about Hutch’s offer?” He said, his indigo eyes turning dark.

“Well, I guess your friend doesn’t tell you everything, now does he?” She said with a smirk on her face.

“Spill it…” He demanded.

“Did Ken tell you about yesterday? When he was supposed to be watching me?”

His brow furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“Oh, he was watching me alright…”

“Dammit Lisa, spit it out!” His temper began to flare; he was losing control of it quickly and was in no mood for games.

“Your partner came on to me! There you happy, is that what you wanted to hear?” She spat out quickly. “He begged me not to say anything.”

“That’s bullshit, Hutch wouldn’t do that.” Starsky protested what he was hearing.

“Oh yeah? Well think what you like, but I am trying to tell you the truth. What? Don’t you think anyone else would want me Dave? Now that I’m damaged goods...You wanna know something? For a few minutes, I seriously thought about what it would be like. I mean to be with him, forgive me Dave, but I did.” She started to cry.

“Lisa, I’m telling you, you’re wrong! He wouldn’t do that to you, or me…” Starsky argued as he started to walk away from her, picking up his worn Adidas tennis shoes in one hand. “You took his compassion completely out of context…”

“What about the kiss…would that be taking something out of context Dave?” Starsky swung around his face flushed in complete anger. “That’s right Dave, he kissed me, on the lips, not on the cheek.”

“Shut up Lisa, don’t say anything else…you need to get some help.” He said to her as he turned and grabbed his keys from the table by the door and rushed out, slamming the door behind him.

She opened the door and yelled after him. “That’s right Dave, run away like you always do, that’ll solve everything.” She shut the door and turned, heading for the phone.

The two black and white units were stationed outside, Starsky gave them strict instructions, no one in or out while he was gone, even Hutch. He didn’t believe a word that Lisa had just told him, but he didn’t want her to face Hutch, not right now, she was just too unstable.

As he climbed into the Torino, he pulled the card that Dr. Davis had given him for the psychiatrist. Thinking that he would definitely call her from the station, he had questions, a lot of them, and he needed help, a lot of it. He started the car, shaking his head; he threw it in reverse and pulled out of the driveway, then slamming it into drive, he squealed the tires as he sped down the street.

Lisa picked up the phone, dialing a number, than holding the receiver to her ear.

“He’s gone…Yeah he finished the meds…Listen, we better move fast, I think he told Blondie, everything…It won’t be long before he puts things together…What about the pictures?...Good…Yeah, I’ll be here…come up the back…they won’t see you…”

She hung up the phone and busied herself around the apartment, singing to herself, quite pleased in what she had just accomplished.

Chapter Nineteen

Starsky entered the squad room. He knew this was not going to be easy. He had a lot of explaining to do, both to Dobey, and to Simonetti. There was no excuse for him leaving the scene of the shooting yesterday. He knew that, but hopefully, with a proper explanation, it wouldn’t justify suspension either. He knew Dobey was already in his office meeting with Simonetti, obviously discussing Starsky’s punishment. The curly haired detective scanned the room, Hutch wasn’t here yet, but Starsky was sure he’d be in soon.

The other detectives that were in the room all looked at Starsky as he entered, the room giving way to hushed whispers and gestures. Sergeant Miller was walking towards him, headed out the door as he was headed in.

“How’s it goin’, Rob.” Starsky greeted him.

“Looks like it’s going a hell of a lot better for me than it is for you Starsky.” He responded as he headed out of the room quickly.

“What’s that supposed to mean.” He asked.

“You have a delivery, on your desk.” He stated, giving him a sympathetic eye and rushing away.

Starsky turned to look at his desk. There were piles of papers, work that he had yet to catch up on. On top of the paperwork were several photographs. He couldn’t see what they were from his distance. He looked around the room, everyone either staring at him, or visibly avoiding eye contact with him, whispering to each other. He moved closer, most of the other detectives in the room leaving quickly, with the exception of a foolish few.

As he neared the pictures lying on his desk, he started to make them out. A tight fist grabbed his heart, squeezing it tightly. He felt the wind being knocked out of him. His left hand reached for the table as the floor spun out of control. He picked up the pictures in his other hand and quickly scanned the room.

“What the hell is this?” He said out loud, questioning anyone in the room that would listen.

Now holding the pictures in both of his hands, he started flipping through them, each one of them taking a piece of his heart with it. There they were, right in front of him, Hutch and Lisa, on Hutch’s couch, her sitting on his lap in nothing but a towel, kissing his neck. Him lying down with her straddling him, his eyes closed, obviously enjoying what she was doing.

“My God!” He let escape his lips as he tried to swallow his heart that had jumped into his throat.

He immediately remembered the trouble something like this had caused them before, Kira had almost cost them their friendship, their partnership. He couldn’t believe that his best friend would do something like this again. They had promised each other that no woman would ever come between them again, ever. How could he do this? He knows she’s not stable right now? Why would he do this? What the hell was he thinking?

Starsky felt a profound loss, he felt like his best friend had just died, right there in front of him, he was gone. There he was, alone. Lisa was telling him the truth and he walked out on her. How could he do that to her? How could Hutch do this to him? He couldn’t stop his mind from racing, he felt anger like he’d never really felt before. He felt a sadness that would never heal. A part of him was gone, there was no getting that back.

The squad room door swung wide open, the tall blond detective came strolling in the room, the rest of the occupants clearing out quickly. Hutch walked right up to Starsky with a smile and a bright positive outlook.

“Well, you ready to face the music, Buddy?” He asked slapping his hand on the back of Starsky’s shoulder.

“You son of a bitch!” Starsky answered, following with a right hook to the tall blonds’ jaw, throwing him into the file cabinets behind him.

Starsky lunged forward, grabbing Hutch with both hands by the jacket, pulling him face to face, spitting as he yelled at him.

“All those times, you were so concerned about her…You were just waiting for me to be out of the picture, weren’t you?”

“What the hell are you talking about Starsky?” Hutch said quickly.

“You know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about, Buddy!” He said as his left fist connected with Hutch’s ribs, then his right fist hitting his jaw again, knocking him back into the metal file cabinets.

Starsky didn’t even see his large Captain come up from behind him grabbing him in a bear hug. “Starsky! Knock it off! What the hell is the matter with you?”

“That’s what I’d like to know?” Simonetti chimed in.

Starsky reached over to his desk, grabbed the photos and threw them at his partner. “Why don’t you ask him!”

Hutch picked up one of the pictures, turning it over in his hand as he held his jaw. “Jeez Starsk, this isn’t what it looks like…I swear it wasn’t me…she…”

Starsky held up his index finger pointing it at Hutch in warning. “Shut up! I don’t want to hear it, she already tried to tell me, and you know what? I didn’t believe her. I told her you of all people, would never do this to me! What was I thinking?” He shook his head, running one hand through his hair as Dobey let go of him. “You just stay the hell away from her, and me! You hear me?”

“Well I knew you to liked to share, but I had no idea!” Simonetti snapped smugly.

Without hesitation, Starsky turned on his heels, catching the Internal Affairs Detective squarely across the cheekbone with his left fist. Even Dobey winced knowing that the tall man was going to sport one hell of a shiner by tomorrow, but one that the slime probably deserved.

“Starsky!” Dobey bellowed. “That’s enough!”

“I’ll have your badge for that one, Detective.” Simonetti spewed.

Starsky looked at the lanky man that was still trying to regain his balance. “You want my badge?” He said reaching into his back pocket and pulling it out, slamming it on the desk. “There it is, you can have it! Here’s my gun, too! You know what you can do with it. ” He yelled, grabbing his Berretta, stripping the magazine and clearing the chamber, he handed it butt first to his Captain.

“Hey Starsk, don’t do this. Let me explain.” Hutch pled.

The dark haired, hot headed detective just cut his partner off in mid sentence, he looked over at Dobey, “You’ll have my god damned resignation in the morning! With a partner like that, I want no part of this force.” He looked over at Hutch. “I hear LAPD is hiring.” He said as he stormed out.

“Starsky!’ Hutch called after him.

“Let him go Hutch, we need to talk.” Dobey took Hutch by the arm and led him into his office. Hutch definitely didn’t like the sound of his Captains’ voice. “I’m afraid it’s about Starsky, son.”


Starsky came to a skidding stop in front of Hutch’s apartment, startling the two cars of patrolmen out front. He walked up to their car door.

“You guys have just been relieved of duty, you’re free to go.” He said as he bent in the window.

“But…” Officer Mc Dowell started to say, but was quickly cut off.

“Look, I said you can leave, now get the hell out of here.” He said with his lips pursed and his finger pointed down the street.

“We have orders from Captain Dobey…” Mc Dowell’s partner spat out quickly, for the other side of the car.

“I don’t give a fuck who you take orders from. I said get the hell out of here.” Starsky said with pure venom in his eyes.

Both officers looked at each other, than back at the brunet at the window. “You sure you don’t need us here anymore Detective?”

“I’m sure, we’re packing up and leaving anyways and I’m sure that Dobey didn’t tell you to follow us, now did he?”

Both officers looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders, they radioed the other car and both were soon on their way back to the station.

Starsky climbed the stairs three at a time; he flew in the door, slamming it behind him. Lisa came running out of the bedroom.

“Dave, what’s the matter? You scared the hell out of me!” She said as she approached him.

“I am so sorry I didn’t believe you honey, but I do now, I believe what you said about Hutch.” He hugged her.

“What happened, you’re shaking?” She asked him stroking his cheek with the palm of her hand.

“Just pack your shit, we’re getting the hell out of here.” He started to lead he into the bedroom, but she pulled against him, stopping him.

“Just calm down Dave and tell me what happened.” She pled as she led him to a chair in the living room. He sat down, his knees feeling weak, she went into the kitchen, fixing him a drink, and bringing it back to the table. “Now slow down and tell me what happened to you.”

He took a long swig of the whiskey in front of him. “I never thought Hutch would do something like this to me again.” He started.

Again? Lisa thought to herself, this just gets better and better she said to herself, smiling inside.

“Dave, it’s okay, stop beating yourself up over this. This isn’t your fault.” She tried to soothe him, refilling his glass.

“I saw the…the pictures…” His voice trailed off momentarily as he blinked quickly, the whiskey causing him to feel slightly lightheaded for a minute.

He looked back up at Lisa who was sitting across from him, playing with her black roped necklace that hung around her throat. She held the turquoise cross between her fingers sliding it across the thin cord. He took another long drink from his glass, and closed his eyes tightly as this wave of dizziness passed.

“What about the pictures Dave? What were you saying?” She asked.

“They were on my desk…when I got down to the station…they were just laying there on my desk…” He rubbed his temple with his hand, his head swimming.

“What were the pictures of?”

“They were of you, you and Hutch…but then…who took…them…?” He looked around the room, his voice cutting off in mid sentence as his mind flooded with a wave of unanswered questions.

“Who what?” Lisa prodded the confused man sitting in front of her.

He looked back at her, her face blurred. His vision was drawn to the necklace she held in her hands, the necklace that he had given to Vivian 15 years ago. His eyes grew large as the realization of what he was seeing sunk in. His first thought was of Hutch, what he had done to Hutch, he had to get to Hutch.

“You like my necklace Dave?” She questioned him.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” He answered trying to hide his anger and fear.

“Wanna know where I got it?” She asked him, his vision making it hard for him to focus.

“What have you done to me?” He asked her, looking at his glass of whiskey. “I need to call Hutch.” He grabbed for the phone as she laughed and pulled it out of his reach. He fell forward on the table.

“I asked you if you wanna know where I got my necklace.” She repeated herself.

Starsky felt his head being jerked up by a handful of hair. He looked up to see a very large man, and from what he could focus on, his face seemed vaguely familiar, someone he knew along time ago.

“Ricco.” He whispered.


“What are you telling me Captain?” Hutch asked his superior officer.

“What he’s telling you is that your partner’s on drugs.” Simonetti answered.

Hutch looked at him with cold eyes. “I was talking to him, do you mind?”

“I’m afraid he’s right Hutchinson, Starsky’s blood tests he had done at the doctor’s office came back with several different drugs present in his system. Some illegal narcotics, some prescription. Point is, they say that the amount of drugs in his system was sufficient enough for them to be concerned and contact me. Same as if you boys were tested here, the department must be notified.” Dobey spoke in a clear calm voice.

“What kind of drugs did they say they found?” Hutch inquired.

“Well, along with traces of marijuana, and cocaine, they also found some evidence of a drug called amitriptyline and one called protriptyline. They’re anti-depressants, and when used together and in the right amounts, they’ve been known to cause paranoia, confusion, memory loss, aggression among other things.”

“Well, I don’t believe it, Cap’ you know Starsky, he’d never do drugs. At least not knowingly.” Hutch argued.

“Face it Hutchinson, your partners a druggie. Personally I knew it along, with that temper of his.” Simonetti commented.

He was quickly blind sided by Hutch’s right fist slamming into his cheekbone.

Hutchinson!” Dobey bellowed, hiding behind a very satisfied smile.

“Just thought you might want a matching set.” Hutch said to the IA detective as he shook the sting from his hand and turning his attention aback to his captain.

“That’s it Cap’, he’s being set up, someone is feeding him these drugs, why else do you think he was so worried about what was happening to him.” Hutch explained.

Both Dobey and Hutch’s heads snapped up as they spoke in unison. “Lisa!” Hutch reached for the phone.

“By the way Cap’ did you ever get a chance to look up those names I gave you? The ones that Starsky said were friends of his in New York?” He asked while he was dialing.

“Yeah, an’ I’m afraid it’s not good news…They’re dead, all of them.”

“Jesus that means Starsky’s next.” Hutch felt the same hand grab tightly, squeezing his heart.

Chapter Twenty

Starsky found himself struggling to focus, to stay sitting in the chair, his body felt limp. He looked up at Ricco who was standing next to the kitchen counter. Lisa stood and moved next to Starsky bending down, her hands moving inside his jacket, finding his empty holster.

“Where’s your gun Davey?” She spoke; her mouth a mere inch from his, he could feel her warm breath on his face. Her hands traveled down to his jeans, reaching his waist band, and tucking inside. She moved her hands from around the back to the front.

“I gave it to Dobey.” He slurred, closing one eye thinking that would help him focus.

She then moved both hands to his ankles, patting around his legs slowly moving her hands up towards his crotch. She paused as she smiled at him and then moved to the other ankle treating that leg with the same care and expertise.

She was kneeling between his legs enjoying the looks that were constantly changing on his face. His expression changed from confusion, to fear, to anger, and even a little aroused, thanks to the drugs that she had slipped into his whisky.

As she knelt before him, resting her elbows on his legs, she laughed. “What’s the matter Davey? You didn’t really think I enjoyed sleeping with you did you?” She said as she slapped him hard across the face snapping his head to the side.

He wanted to fight back, he was telling his body to move, he couldn’t. The only thing he could do was sit there and let them crush what was left of his heart. He thought about Hutch, what he had done to Hutch. After that there really wasn’t much left to crush.

Lisa was jerked to her feet by Ricco, who took her in his arms planting a deep rough kiss to her mouth.

Ricco looked over at the helpless detective, “How’d you like sleeping with my girl? Oh and that bit about the rape...Never happened, I was here in your bed with Lisa. We were laughing at you the whole time…Sure I roughed her up a bit, but she likes it like that…” He kissed her again before turning back to the helpless detective, placing his foot on the seat of the chair between his legs, pushing the chair back slightly. “Now I believe she asked you a question, where’s your fucking gun asshole?”

He kicked the chair backwards sending Starsky falling to the floor, hitting his head against the table on his way back. He felt the skin across his temple split, he tried to stop his fall, but his body wouldn’t cooperate, he could move.

He found himself lying on the ground staring at the ceiling thinking…Help me Hutch.


Hutch was on one phone, Dobey on another. “What the hell do you mean, he told you to leave? I don’t give a damn what he said, you get your asses back there and sit tight! Do you hear me?” Dobey shouted into the receiver, obviously talking to the patrolmen that had left their posts.

Hutch was listening to his phone ring, one, two, three…”Come on, pick up the phone, Starsk.” His eyes looked to the ceiling for hope. Four, five…


Hutch’s eyes locked with Dobey’s who was now standing next to him. “Lisa? I need to talk to Starsky, it’s important.” He spoke into the phone trying to stop his voice from shaking.

“Well gee Ken, Dave can’t come to the phone right now.” She said smugly. “I’m afraid he’ll have to call you back.”

“Look Lisa, I know what’s going on there, and so help me god, if you so much as hurt one hair on his head I will personally hunt you down, you got that?” Hutch threatened as Lisa laughed on the other end.

Lisa put the phone next to Starsky’s mouth. “Honey, it’s for you.” She said as she kicked him in the side.

“…utchhh.” He managed to groan, before she took the phone back.

“By the way Ken, I meant to ask you what you thought of the pictures. I think they served their purpose, don’t you?”

“Listen Lisa…” His words were cut off.

“Look Hutch, face it, your too late, by the time you and your friends get here, we’ll be long gone.” Click…

Hutch’s heart sank. He looked wild-eyed at his Captain. “They’re gonna kill him.” He let the phone fall from his hand.

“What the hell are we doing standing around here.” Dobey said as they both raced for the door. “I want all available units headed for Detective Hutchinson’s place.” He shouted his command to the dispatch desk right outside the squad room.


Starsky laid on the ground on his back, looking up at Lisa and Ricco standing over him. He rolled to his side, trying desperately to get his knees underneath him, while his two captors roared with laughter.

He managed to pull his body closer to the wall, working feverishly with his hands, to pull himself up. His body truly would not cooperate with the commands he was giving it, but that didn’t stop him, he had to try.

He was able to bring himself to a kneeling position against the wall, leaning his shoulder and side of his head against the rough surface. His arms dangled heavily at his side, he was out of breath from struggling for just that much movement. He twisted his body to find Ricco beside him.

“Where the hell you think you’re going Davey?” He sneered as he pulled back his arm and delivered a devastating blow to the brunets’ left side of his face. His body fell hard against the ground as everything flash brightly then turned black for the injured detective.


Hutch pulled up in front of his apartment, coming to a screeching halt, his right front tire slamming into the curb. His door flew open before the car was in park, and he jumped out at a full run, leaving the engine running. Dobey slowly climbed out of the passenger side of the broken down LTD. Two black and whites pulled up right behind him.

He ascended the stairs quickly, his mind racing, praying that he’d go in and find Starsky with his usual cocky smile, having both Lisa and Ricco restrained and in custody. He flanked the left side of his doorway; he said his silent prayer before reaching over and turning the door knob, pushing the door open slowly.

He spun around bringing his drawn weapon down in front of him as he stood in the doorway, ready for action. There was an eerie silence and a cold chill rushed over the tall blond, as he moved inside his apartment.

His heart sank to the lowest depths of his soul as he moved farther inside. He looked to his left, on of his dining room chairs on its side, broken in pieces. Along the wall he saw what appeared to be blood smeared across a good length of it. He could suddenly feel the beating of his own heart as it migrated north.

“Aw jeez partner, what the hell happened to you? Where are you?” He said to himself, looking around the room as the other officers walked through his apartment, checking all the rooms.

He holstered his weapon, kneeling by the broken chair. Leaning over, he wiped his fingers in a sufficient amount of blood to recognize the fact that Starsky was injured. “Hang in there, Buddy.” He said to himself.


Starsky slowly opened his eyes, at least he thought they were open, they felt open, but he couldn’t see anything, it was dark, his head was pounding. He could sense the bitter taste of blood in his mouth, and he could feel his swollen lip with his tongue. His left eye was tender and bruised. It hurt to blink; at least he thought he was blinking. His hands were bound tightly behind his back, his ankles tied together. He twisted his body around trying to free himself, trying to loosen the restraints. It did no good. He found himself on his back, his hands uncomfortably under his tailbone. The ground was cold and hard, concrete.

His mind briefly wandered to Hutch, where was he, was he looking for him. How could he have said those things to him? He felt the intense need to talk to his friend, to apologize. He became terrified that he may not make it out of this; after all they had gotten to all the others. He wasn’t afraid to die, he was afraid of dying, without telling Hutch he was sorry.

The door opened and he heard footsteps in the eerie darkness, his body tensed. As his eyes adjusted, he could make out the silhouette that approached him to his right.

“Who’s there?” He demanded to know.

“It’s me honey.” He heard Lisa’s voice.

He could feel her as she knelt next to him, her soft hand gently stroking the side of his bruised cheek. He pulled his head back as he winced in pain.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked her.

“I want to make you feel better, can I get you anything?” She said softly.

“Yeah, you can get Hutch for me.” He retorted, his head still throbbing violently. He swallowed hard, his breathing increasing. She knelt over him, placing tiny kisses along his neck and chest. He tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what, Dave? Trying to make you feel good? I thought you liked this, you always liked it when I was in charge. Why should now be any different?” She whispered in his ear.

“I can’t believe I loved you…” The pain and hurt making his voice shake unsteadily.

“Awe, that’s so sweet.” She answered as the door opened again, and Starsky could hear heavy footsteps as the room was illuminated in florescent lighting.

The brightness hurt Starsky’s eyes at first, as he shut them to avoid the pain. His head swam, and he slowly blinked, giving his eyes a moment to adjust. Lisa rose to stand next to the new visitors.

Lisa took her place, standing in between the two men. Ricco was a big man by anyone’s standards. He was about 6 inches taller that Starsky, and thick. He had the build of one of the professional football players he and Hutch would watch on Sunday afternoons together, enjoying a cold beer and each others company. His mind again wandered to his friend, would they ever be able to place a friendly bet on the game of the week, would they ever get past this. He closed his eyes, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind for now.

Julio was the complete opposite, small framed and skinny, but just as evil nonetheless. He was the type that probably hid behind his mothers skirt, or Ricco’s muscle, suffering from little man syndrome. He liked to bully defenseless people to make himself feel bigger, the type of man that Starsky despised, the kind that probably abused women and animals ruthlessly.

“He’s finally awake.” Lisa informed Ricco, as he neared the helpless form on the ground.

“Where am I?” Starsky tried to ask but was met with a hard kick in his side, knocking the wind out of him.

“Shut up!” Ricco threatened. “From here on out, you don’t talk unless I give you permission, got that?” He knelt next to the brunet.

Starsky nodded, trying to regain his breath knowing that he was in no position to fight at this point.

“You are going to pay for what you and your friends did to my sister. I have waited along time for this, and I plan on enjoying every minute of this…” Ricco started his commentary. “See, when you and your friends killed my sister, I knew what I had to do, no matter how long it took. After I went to prison for killing Joey, I started planning the rest of your fates. Then slowly, one by one, I took out everyone, except you. I saved you for last…Wanna know why?” He grabbed a fistful of Starsky’s hair. “Because the way I see it, you caused this to happen. She told me that you took her there, you took her so that your friends could…could do this to her. Oh, she told me that you made it seem like it was their idea, but Mark had told her the truth…She suffered for a week before she finally tried to kill herself…Do you have any idea how that felt to watch her slowly give up on life?” He threw Starsky’s head down causing it to bounce on the hard concrete.

His eyes closed involuntarily as the sharp pain seared through his temple. “You know what? It took Lisa almost a year to get to Mark. He played a lot harder to get than you did, you were easy and stupid.”

“It wasn’t me, I swear I didn’t do it, I didn’t even know what they…” Starsky tried to spit the words out, but they were quickly silenced by Ricco’s strong hand around his throat, tightening his grip, cutting off all sound and all air. He gasped trying desperately to draw a breath, his body wiggling and twisting against the concrete floor, trying to break free.

“I told you to be quiet! I didn’t give you permission to speak, now did I?” Ricco spat, his eyes dark with anger and hatred. “I guess we have to remind you of the rules, Davey.”

Starsky felt the room grow dark, he was losing consciousness fast. Ricco released his throat just as he was about to pass out. “Not so fast Davey, I need you to stick around for awhile yet.”

Starsky gasped heavily and started coughing. He turned to his side to make it easier to catch his breath. Ricco rose and moved towards Julio.

Once Starsky was able to breathe again he looked up at the trio, he felt so helpless, so at their mercy.

“Did you know that Vivian had three broken ribs and a broken arm when we found her, Davey? Now which one of you assholes did that to her, huh?” Ricco said.

Starsky remained silent. “That’s what I thought, see the other boys wouldn’t admit it either.” Ricco stated calmly as Julio pulled a baseball bat from out from behind him.

Starsky’s eyes grew big, Ricco smiled as he saw the fear in them, intensify. “You ever have a broken arm Davey?”

At that moment, Starsky knew that this was going to be bad; it was going to hurt like hell. Ricco walked up to the bound man, grinning widely. He pulled back his foot and kicked him in the chest; Starsky knew immediately that one of his ribs had cracked. He inhaled and exhaled quickly, biting his bottom lip to keep from yelling out. Still lying on his left side he looked up in time to see Ricco draw the wooden bat up over his head, swinging it forcefully downward, striking him across the right forearm, breaking both the bones in two.

“Fuck!” Starsky screamed out, unable to stop himself.

The room began swimming in circles. He could hear the laughter coming from his three captors, although it sounded like it was farther away. He could feel himself slipping out of reality. The sharp pain in his arm shooting through his whole body. He couldn’t breath, tears flowed from his eyes, but he wasn’t crying, he wouldn’t cry, couldn’t give them that satisfaction. Again his thoughts went to Hutch, he thought about how sorry he was for hitting him, how bad he felt for doubting him, and how hard it was going to be to die never being able to tell him that.

Chapter Twenty-One

The activity at the station was at a fevered pace. There was a flurry of activity in the squad room, by this time everybody was aware the Detective David Starsky was missing, and every available officer was working to find out what happened to him. Hutch was going through papers of evidence, found on the scene and the reports, trying to find some clue, something they had overlooked.

Detective Smith quickly approached the blond man as he sat at his desk. “There’s a call on line 2 for you, Hutch, they say it’s about Starsky.” Hutch looked up, his eyes catching Dobeys’. Both men heading for respective phones, nodding at each other as they both picked up the line in unison.


“Wanna know where your partner is?” The voice asked.

“Who is this?” Hutch questioned.

“Never mind that, I have some information for you.”

“Listen, you need to tell me your name, and what you know about Detective Starsky.” Hutch tried to stall the caller, the longer they kept him on the phone, the better the chances that a trace could be completed.

“Meet me at the docks, 12 noon, come alone or no info.” The caller hung up.

“Wait, hold on...” Hutch spoke into the receiver, but it was too late.

His eyes looked up, seeking his Captain’s assurance. He already knew the guy didn’t stay on long enough to make the trace, that much was obvious. Dobey approach the worried detective and spoke before giving him the chance to ask. “You’re not going out there alone, don’t even think about it.”

“But Cap’, he said if I don’t come alone…” Hutch started.

“You think I didn’t hear what he said?” Dobey retorted. “But I am not sending you out there to meet this guy alone. Something just ain’t right here. How do you know we can trust him?”

“I don’t know that, Cap’, but what other choice do we have? We have nothing, no other leads. Starsky’s alive, I can feel it, but if we don’t get to him soon, I don’t think he’s gonna stay that way for long.” Hutch pled for clearance to proceed.

Dobey sighed heavily, he felt bad for Hutch, but there was no way he could allow this. He had already lost one detective, he wasn’t about to allow Hutch to put himself in danger, at the mere chance that this guy was on the level. That was too risky to even be considered.

“We’ll send you in, but only with back up. I’ll tell the boys to hang back unless you need them.” Dobey stated, and Hutch knew there was no point of arguing. “Hutch?”

“Yeah, Cap’?” Hutch said his brow furrowed in deep thought.

“We’ll find him, okay son?” He reached out and grabbed Hutch’s forearm in reassurance.

“I hope so. I really hope so.”

Hutch’s thoughts wandered to a happier time, those weekend football games, the picnics and Fourth of July Barbeques. He could clearly see Starsky’s infectious smile in his mind, he could feel his friend’s almost childlike personality. They had to find him, he couldn’t fail at this task, and if he did, he’d never forgive himself.

I’m coming Starsk, I’m coming…


The pain he was feeling was almost unbearable, he prayed to return to the unconscious state he was coming out of. His breathing was labored as he felt his arm throbbing. It was hot, Hades hot. His mouth was dry, he could tell that daylight had arrived by the light shining from underneath the door. He was in a small room, hard floor, no windows, the heat of the day radiating in the closed space. He tried swallowing, but found it difficult; his mouth lacked any moisture necessary to accomplish that bodily function. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as a strong shot of pain flashed through his arm. His face showing exactly the intensity of what he was feeling.

The door opened, giving way to bright sunlight, and the shape of a man entering the small shed.

“Davey! So glad to see that you’re awake, Ricco was getting worried about you.” Julio spoke.

“Please help me, don’t do this.” His voice was hoarse and weak.

“I’m afraid, we’ve already done it.” Julio knelt next to the brunet, grabbing him by the collar and jerking him up into a sitting position.

He held a bottle filled with water to Starsky’s lips. Starsky’s lips moved forward, trying to reach the mouth of the bottle, his tongue lashing out. Julio pulled the bottle away and laughed at the poor injured man’s desperation.

“You want some of this?” Julio sneered.

Starsky nodded, licking his lips.

“Beg for it.” Julio requested.

Starsky was stubborn, but not stupid. He hated to give this slime the satisfaction of seeing him beg, but he was afraid that if he didn’t, there was no telling when he’d be given the next opportunity for a drink. And that drink meant his survival; it meant that begging for it was an acceptable sacrifice.

“Please?” Starsky said weakly. “Please give me a drink.”

Julio laughed, placing the mouth of the bottle to his lips and turning it upside down. The fluid flowed quickly into his mouth causing him to swallow quickly. His throat hurt, it was painful, the water cascading down in solid lumps rather than a smooth flow. He could not swallow the water fast enough, he couldn’t breathe and began choking. He pulled away, coughing violently, vomiting the clear liquid off to the side. He remained with his head off to the side as his stomach heaved a couple more times. He sat back up as best he could, looking at Julio with pleading eyes.

“More, please?” He begged, the sweat soaking through his shirt and dripping from his face. He winced in pain again as he tried to move reposition himself to a more comfortable spot against the wall.

Julio stood, laughing at the sad, pathetic excuse for a man in front of him. “Maybe next time I feel so generous as to give you a gift, you will reconsider wasting it all over the floor.” He taunted.

The Door opened again and Lisa entered the shed with Ricco in tow. The larger man looked at Julio, snapping his head to the side.

“Let’s go, it’s time.” He directed his flunky.

Julio hurried out the door with Ricco following close behind him.

Lisa approached Starsky’s harried body, bending down and crawling to him on her hands and knees. He looked at her with heavy, painful eyes.

“Now what’s wrong Davey? Miss me?” She said seductively as she neared him.

“Fuck you bitch.” He responded, thinking that this time yesterday, he never would have imagined him saying those words to her. Saying the words hurt him deeply, even though she deserved it, he felt the loss of the woman he once thought he loved. He didn’t understand how this all happened, his mind was jumbled, confused, and cloudy.

“You know you still want me,” she purred, smiling evilly.

“Go to hell.” He said with every ounce of strength that he had left in him, his head lolling forward.

“Wanna know something Dave? When Ricco supposedly ‘raped’ me, I loved every minute of it. I had a real man. A real man in your bed, and I liked that…What do you think about that, huh Davey?” She hissed at him as she nibbled on his ear and neck. Starsky tried to pull away, he couldn’t he didn’t have the strength.

Starsky’s head raised up falling back against the wall of the shed. His heart had broken, too many times these past several hours, there was nothing left to break, he was numb. He had given into the fact that the Lisa he knew and yes, even loved, never existed. But now his thoughts were of what he had lost with Hutch, what he had damaged there. That was the pain he truly couldn’t bear.

Ricco reappeared in the doorway. “Having fun honey?” He asked Lisa, as she got up off the floor.

Lisa reached down, grabbing Starsky’s broken arm squeezing hard, he shouted out. “Son of a bitch!” He growled through clenched teeth.

“Oh Davey, you poor thing, that looks real painful, tell me, does it hurt much?” She taunted him. “If you want I can try to set it for you? I’m sure I have some pill around here that’ll help you with the pain? You want a pill Davey?” She asked as she pulled several capsules from her pocket of all different shapes, colors and sizes.

She carefully selected a large red capsule, holding between her thumb and forefinger. “I think this one will do nicely.” She smirked.

She grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked his head back, shoving the pill in his mouth and quickly grabbing the water that Ricco was holding for her. Starsky thrashed his head to the side trying to push the pill out with his tongue. Ricco roughly grabbed his chin in his strong hand, forcing his mouth open. Lisa poured the water past the brunet’s lips, than covered his mouth with her hand tightly. He tried to spit the water out, choking on it, the capsule dissolving on his tongue, and Starsky not being able to stop from swallowing it. He felt defeated.

Ricco looked at the man that once was strong, defiant and even menacing. He was reduced to nothing more than a shaking, vulnerable mass of human tissue. But that wasn’t enough; no Ricco was far from finished with him. Matter of fact, he had barely begun.

“You took something that I loved most in this world, you took her away from me, and now, I have to take something of equal value from you.” He produced a radio in his left hand, it was the kind of receiver-transmitter that a lot of officer would use if the needed to be mobile. Ricco sat on the floor across from the brunet, crossing his legs, sitting Indian-style. “I am going to enjoy this.” He turned the radio on and Starsky immediately recognized the sporadic noises and voices of the police frequency. He heard Mildred’s familiar voice, directing the police traffic efficiently and methodically.

“What the hell is that for?” Starsky asked, his head bobbing from one side to the other, not being to hold it still.

“This is for you…It’s so you can hear the end.” Ricco said studying the brunet’s face as he explained the next game. “See we called your partner, I think his name is Hutch, isn’t that right honey?” He asked as Lisa sat down next to him.

Starsky’s eyes tried hard to focus on Ricco. “What the hell do you mean?” He asked, his stomach knotting up in fear.

“See right now, as we speak, Hutch is on his way to meet with a bogus informant, just praying to get info on your whereabouts. But what he doesn’t know is that he is going to die. Julio is on his way to meet him, and the second that blond friend of yours gets out of his car,” Ricco held up his finger and thumb, pointing it at him trying to resemble a gun. “BAM! Right between the eyes.” He placed the radio on the floor in front of him as he sat back to enjoy the events play out before him.

“Don’t do this, leave him alone.” Starsky’s anger started to rise, he did his best to yell out, but he came across just mildly agitated. “Do you hear me? You touch him an’ I’ll kill you. Leave him outta this!”

Ricco laughed, “See? Now you get the chance to feel what it is really like to feel pain, a pain so deep, you can’t pop a pill to get rid of it, and you’ll do anything to make it go away.”

“Please?” Starsky tried begging. “Please, do whatever the hell you want to me, just don’t hurt him.”

“It’s a little too late for that Davey. You should of thought about that before you took my sister away from me.” Ricco justified his actions. “An eye for an eye, it says so in the bible.”

Starsky’s head soared, his fear escalated to a new level, he had a new pain inside that was worse than the broken arm. “No, don’t do this.” He pled. He leaned forward, trying to get up, and was pushed back roughly against the wall, slamming the broken arm against it. He wanted to get up, he needed to do something, he couldn’t let them take Hutch without a fight. That was something he couldn’t live with.

Ricco leaned forward, catching Starsky across the jaw with his fist. Starsky literally had nothing left to fight with. God, I’m sorry Hutch. He thought.


Hutch pulled up to the docks in his broken down LTD. He opened the driver’s side door, getting out of the car, looking around. He knew that he had several officers watching his back, but even he wasn’t sure where they were. He stepped aside, closing the door with a solid, heavy Clunk.

The docks were busy with activity. There were several warehouses on or near the dock that provided a unique variety of services to the local consumers. The waters were heavily trafficked with ships coming in or heading out, being either loaded or relieved of their cargo.

The amount of potential innocent bystanders in the area made Hutch nervous. He raised his walkie talkie to his mouth and spoke discreetly in to it.

“Dispatch, this is Zebra 3, I am in position. Request 10-3 on this frequency.” Hutch spoke calmly, asking for all officers to stop transmitting on that particular channel, as he tucked the radio into his back pocket.


Starsky could hear Hutch’s voice. It made him feel good inside just to hear him speak, but the fear of what was about to happen started to take control of the brunet. He swallowed hard, once again trying to keep his insides from leaping out onto the concrete floor.

“Please stop this. You don’t have to do this.” He tried to persuade Lisa and Ricco to see things his way. He knew it was of no use, now he just prayed that Hutch was on his toes, and would be able to stop any attacks against him.

Ricco smiled at the terrified man in front of him. “Julio never misses, if that is what you were hoping for.”

“Yeah, well neither does Hutch.” Starsky said defiantly.


Hutch recognized one of the plain clothes officers walking towards him. He tried to avoid eye contact with the detective, but it wasn’t easy. He heard a loud blast behind him as he felt himself being thrown involuntarily to the ground.


There was suddenly a massive rush of activity over the channel that Hutch had specifically asked for silence on. Officers were breaking in; Starsky could hear the panic in their voices.

Shots fired, repeat we have shots fired.’

Ricco smiled, a warm feeling covering his body as he clung to Lisa in excitement.

We need and ambulance here Code-3. Send back up, Officer down…We have an Officer down!’ An unidentified police officer yelled over the air.

Starsky felt his heart seize, he felt his body tense, he couldn’t breathe…

Chapter Twenty-Two

He lowered his head gasping for air, his greatest fear flashing before his eyes. “Oh God, no!” He managed to utter.

“See I told you, he never misses.” Ricco taunted him.

Starsky began to feel the effects of the red pill that had been forced down his throat. Although he wasn’t sure exactly what it was, his head was spinning, the pain in his arm had dulled, and it was difficult to focus.

The noise over the radio continued.

I want this area sealed off. Zebra 9 take the south entrance. Zebra 4 take the north. No one gets in or out without proper clearance, now MOVE!’

Starsky immediately recognized the voice of Captain Dobey. His hopes for Hutch were quickly fading. He could see the scene being broadcasted over the radio, playing out in his mind. Hutch lying on the dock, blood seeping from his chest, or even his head. Gasping for air, reaching out for someone’s hand, anyone’s hand to hold. He should be there, he should be holding his partner’s hand, comforting him, talking him through this. Come to think of it, he should be the one lying in the quickly growing pool of blood that was seeping from his wound.

Starsky squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “No, please.” He whispered to himself.

Where in the hell is that ambulance?’ Dobey’s voice resonated over the radio. ‘I’ve got an officer down, and we NEED that ambulance!’

Starsky’s head remained lowered as he raised his eyes looking through his brow at Ricco. “You son of a bitch!” He spat.

Ricco laughed, “What’s the matter Davey? You act like you just lost your best friend.” He said, looking over at Lisa, smiling then returning his gaze to Starsky. “Hurt’s doesn’t it?”

The fierce hatred that blazed from the brunet’s eyes was something seldom seen. Held leaned forward and somehow managed to bring himself to his knees. Ricco watched the man struggle to move closer to him, his arms still tied behind his back

He tried to lunge at the large brut that held him captive. He fell miserably short of his target, slamming into the hard concrete with his left shoulder. A loud grunt escaped as he came in contact with the floor. He let out a long struggled groan, his heart breaking, thinking of the possibility that Hutch was gone.

Ricco stood and approached the detective, placing his foot forcefully against the back of his neck, pressing him harder against the ground. “Untie him.” He ordered Lisa as he removed a gun from his waistband, and retrieved a pocket knife from its sheath on his belt buckle. “I don’t think he’ll be going anywhere.”

She took the knife and flipped the blade out, extending it fully. A wide grin washed over her face as she bent next to former lover.

“Hold real still honey, I’d hate to hurt you.” She whispered into his ear.

He could feel the cold steel against his bare hand as she worked the blade back and forth, sawing against his ropes, until she had succeeded in freeing him. His broken arm fell helplessly to his side. The movement alone was sending a sharp flash of pain all the way up to the shoulder. His hand throbbed in unison with the shattered bones of his forearm.

Ricco bent next to the defenseless detective, his foot still pressing against his neck. He positioned the barrel of the gun, pressing hard against his temple. Starsky winced.

“Now I should just blow your brains out right here, splattering them all over this god damned floor! Wanna know what’s stopping me?...Watching you suffer, watching you slowly give up the will to live. See Davey, even though your best friend is gone, I still get the feeling you want to live. You want to kill me, which means you need to live to be able to accomplish that, right? I want to hear you beg me to put you out of your misery, to end your pain.”

“Fuck you!” Starsky said, not even caring about the repercussions those words held.

He again received the tip of Ricco’s large boot into his side, only this time Starsky merely grunted, holding back the spasms and coughing fits that accompanied it last time.

The police radio jumped into action once again.

This is Captain Dobey, we need a 914C on scene, officer is DOA. Cancel responding ambulance.’

Starsky immediately recognized the call for a 914C is a Coroners Team.

“Nooooo!” He shouted out as his left hand reached for the radio, hurling it against the wall of the shed, shattering it. He was able to bring himself up to his knees and supported his weight on his left arm.

Ricco let out a laugh as he drew back his leg than let it fly forward, catching Starsky across the chest, the force of the kick literally lifting him off the floor and throwing him onto his back. His left arm immediately wrapped around his chest, he could feel the pain and tenderness from what he was sure would turn out to be another cracked rib. He coughed, turning his head to the side, spitting up bright red fluid.

He rolled from side to side, riding out the intense pains that were consuming his body. Breathing was difficult, his right arm still dangled uselessly at his side.

Both Lisa and Ricco headed for the door. Lisa looked back at him, “We’ll give you sometime to get over your loss, Dave. You know, it really is too bad, I really liked Ken.” She said as she exited the tiny shed, Ricco following close behind her as Starsky watched. The door was shut tight and he could hear the lock engaged, and what sounded like a bar, being brought down across the exit.

He laid there on the ground, trying to think, trying to make sense of what just happened. “Oh, Hutch!” He moaned as he reached with is left hand and grabbed his right arm, pulling it across his stomach, holding his breath as the pain flowed through his whole body. He watched as the ceiling swam in and out of focus.


The scene was chaotic. Police personnel were running everywhere; there were dozens of people being interview, their statements being taken. Dobey approached Hutch slowly, not wanting to startle him. Hutch was standing over a body, draped with a clean white sheet. Dobey patted the tall blond on his shoulder.

“You alright son?” He asked.

“He saved my life Cap’.” Hutch said in reflection.

“I know that, I know.” He pulled Hutch by the shoulder and led him away from the grizzly scene. “Come on, we still have work to do.”

Detective Steve Mathers had been on the force for 6 years. He had recently transferred to the homicide division. Hutch remembered giving him such a hard time the first couple of months, as was routine for the new guys in the department, now he deeply regretted that.

This man had just thrown himself in front of Hutch; he pushed the tall man out of the way and ended up getting hit instead. A fatal hit, in the chest, Hutch wondered why this guy would have done that, was it instinct; did he know the price he was going to pay for that action? Hutch shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his mind. Dobey was right, there was still work that needed to be done, Starsky was still out there somewhere, and he needed to find him. He couldn’t let Officer Mathers death be for nothing. It had to have served a purpose. Hutch was now even more determined than before to find his partner and bring him back, safe and sound.

The blond man slowly turned and followed his Captain to the command center.

“We found the shooter. It was Martinez.” The large black man informed Hutch.

“That’s great, Cap’. He’s gotta know where Starsky is being held. Where is he? I wanna talk to him?” Hutch’s eyes lit up with a new found hope.

“Not so fast Hutch. I’m afraid he’s dead.”

“What?” Hutch found his comment so unbelievable that he wanted to hear it again.

“He’s dead. He pulled his gun, and they had no choice, they opened fire.”

Hutch felt the wind being knocked right out of him. His shoulders slumped forward, his head dropped, that new found hope quickly vanished.

“Cap’, he was our only chance. Killing him just put the nail in my partners’ coffin!” Hutch said sounding completely defeated by the impact of what his Captain just told him.

“I don’t want to hear you talk that way, do you hear me!” Dobey yelled. Hutch glared at him and then just walked away, needing time and space to clear his thoughts.

He walked through the melee of people running about, headed from one place to the next on a mission of great importance, the pace of the activity literally causing his head to spin. Why were all these people here? He thought to himself. Why weren’t they looking for Starsky? There were too many people here. He rubbed his hand through his blond hair. Too many people and not enough Starsky.


Starsky sat with his back against the wall. He tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling. He couldn’t remember how he had gotten there, but he was there nonetheless. His right arm lay across his lap, if he didn’t move, the throbbing was tolerable. He looked over at the broken radio strewn across the floor. He thought about the horrible event that had just played out before his ears. Hutch was gone; half of what he was, now missing. There was a void in him that would never go away. He didn’t want to feel this way anymore, he wanted the pain to stop, both inside and out. He let out a sigh.

He smiled; he could hear Hutch yelling at him for wanting to give up. He could see the blonds’ face, turning redder and redder as he cursed at the brunet, Hutch’s long index finger being waived dramatically in his face.

Don’t you dare give up, Gordo. Don’t you dare! You owe me that much, you have to go on, you can’t quit. If you do, I’ll kill you myself.

Starsky chuckled as he saw his friend practically bust a vein before his eyes. If there was one thing he did owe the Blond Blintz, that would be to get the person responsible for his death. He began to feel his desire to live return. If for nothing else, than to make the people responsible for taking the most important person in his life away, pay for what they had done.

They door opened, Lisa sauntered into the shed wearing tight white shorts and a rust colored halter top. Starsky couldn’t help but think about the last time he saw her wearing that particular outfit, the night they met.

She approached the curly haired brunet, kneeling beside him. He swallowed hard as she leaned into him, whispering in his ear.

“How you feeling honey?” She hissed as her hand reached between his legs, grabbing his crotch and squeezing. Her tongue probing his ear. “You know, if you thought with your brain instead of your dick, you probably wouldn’t be in this position right now.”

“Leave me alone.” He moaned, turning his head away from her.

“What’s the matter baby? Don’t you miss me?” She teased him expertly with her hand.

“You’re nothing to me anymore.” He said, turning to look her in the eyes.

“Don’t you remember the great times we had? I can make you feel that way again…I’ve been drugging you and fucking with your mind for the past four months, started shortly after we met…And you loved every minute of it…especially the sex…you never had it better, did you?” She said as her tongue danced around the side of his neck, she could feel his body start to respond. She started to moan as she pressed her body against his.

He squeezed his eyes tightly, and then opened them back up, leaning his head away from her, allowing her mouth better access to his neck. He moaned as she played with him.

“What’s the matter, Dave? Feeling a little light headed.” She squeezed him harder.

“There is something that you have, that I want?” He groaned, his breathing starting to increase.

“Yeah? What’s that Dave?” She asked as her hand started to undo his jeans.

“This!” He yelled as his left hand reached up ripping the turquoise cross necklace from her throat, scratching her chest and pushing her to the ground, away from him.

The door flew open wide, Ricco’s large frame filling it completely. Lisa was still on her back, as she looked up at her boyfriend, startled.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked, obviously irritated that she had come out to see her ex-lover.

“Noth…nothing, I just came to check on him.” She said with a shaky voice.

Starsky shoved the necklace into his pocket, as he watched the two. “She came out here to see if I still wanted her, didn’t you schweetheart? Apparently, you just can’t satisfy her like I did, and now that the charade is over, she still prefers me.” Starsky winked at her as he tried to add fuel to the fire. It worked.

Ricco lurched forward bending over and grabbing her roughly by the wrist, jerking her to her feet. She let out a squeal as she covered her head with her other hand, protectively.

“Is that right?” The huge man raised his hand high over his shoulder.

“No, he’s lying…” She started to defend herself, but Ricco would have none of it, he brought the back of his hand down hard across her cheek, the force throwing her into the wall. “Get your ass back to the house!” He commanded her as she regained her balance and ran out the door, cupping the side of her face.

Ricco looked back at the detective sitting on the ground in pure disgust. Starsky was ready for pain, he figured Ricco was probably mad enough to beat the crap out of him, and he was ready for it. Much to his surprise Ricco just turned on his heels, and stormed out, slamming and locking the door behind him.

Starsky let out a sigh of relief as he turned his attention back to the broken radio on the floor. Cradling his right arm with his left, he slowly crawled towards the damaged transmitter, looking it over, surveying the damage. He started to cough, he could feel the fluids rising in his throat, he leaned over and heaved as bright red foamy fluid fell from his mouth. He knew immediately that was not a good sign, his left arm palpated his very bruised and tender ribs.

He could hear Ricco and Lisa yelling at each other, with an occasional scream from Lisa and the sound of breaking glass, and crashes from unknown objects being thrown against the walls. He felt a sense of satisfaction as he began to piece together the broken puzzle before him.

He’ll make those two pay for killing Hutch, but he wouldn’t be able to do it on his own, not in his condition, he needed help.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Hutch was standing by his car, the sun was beginning to set, the scene before him winding down. Cars were leaving, spectators wandering off. Dobey approached the tall blond.

“I’m afraid we haven’t found out any more information on where they could be holding Starsky.” He hated giving Hutch the news, but it was better him than anyone else.

Hutch nodded feebly, exhaustion getting the better of him. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.” He acknowledged.

Both men walked towards the area that they considered to be ground zero. Detective Mathers’ blood staining the concrete ground. Hutch felt a profound sense of gratitude to the man that gave his life for him. He realized how lucky he was to be standing there, breathing, his heart still beating. At the same time he felt an even greater sadness for the fallen officer and his family.

Dobey watched Hutch as he silently reflected on the day’s events. He put a comforting hand on the tall mans’ shoulder.


Starsky was beginning to feel the coolness of night setting over him. There was still barely enough light left as he frantically worked on the radio. His fits of coughing and the bright red fluid finding its way up and out of his body continued and had become worrisome. The tenderness in his ribs was a steady pain while his arm continued to throb with every beat of his heart. He wiped the sweat from his brow; his skin was becoming cool and clammy.

He put the last piece of the broken radio together and turned it on…Nothing. He puffed the air from his lungs through his cheeks, blinking trying to clear the sweat from his eyes. His vision was becoming blurry. Starsky knew that he was slowly going into shock. He moved the radio, and carefully, holding it in his right hand on his lap, adjusted some wires and components. He even used his teeth when necessary, anything to avoid moving his right arm.

He turned it on again, there was static, but it was working. He brought the radio to his mouth as he pressed the button, speaking slowly…

“Dispatch, this…this is Zebra 3.” He said thinking to himself, that he was only half of what Zebra 3 once was. He wasn’t even Zebra 3 anymore; it felt weird to call himself that without Hutch. He stopped himself. “This is…Detective David Starsky. Do you read me?” Zebra 3 was gone, he thought to himself.

The radio crackled, with static and interrupted voices, cutting in and out. He adjusted the frequency and tried again…

“Dispatch…” He took a breath and paused as a quick wave of pain rode itself through his body, He bit his bottom lip. “This is Detective Starsky, come in…”

There was a click over the air…

“This is dispatch, can you repeat yourself?” Starsky had never been so happy to hear Mildred’s voice.

“Millie, this is Dave Starsky…Do you copy?” He stammered.

“Starsky, is that really you?” She responded, a sound of hope escalating the tone in her voice.

“Yeah, it’s me schweetheart…” He said as he broke into a fit of coughing, he had to hold his ribs with his left arm as the coughs subside, leaning to the side he spat the red fluids onto the ground beside him. The tangy taste of blood filled his mouth.

“Starsk, there’s been a shooting…” Mildred started.

“Yeah, I…I know I heard…” He cut her off. “Patch…patch…me through to Dobey.”

“But…” She tried to interject.

“Just do it!” He said, not wanting to hear anymore from her.

“Ok Zebra 3, stand by.” Her methodical tone and professionalism taking over.

Starsky tilted his head back against the wall behind him. His Adam’s apple bobbing dramatically as he swallowed hard. I’m not Zebra 3, Mildred. He thought.

It seemed to take forever, but eventually Dobey’s voice came over the radio. “Is this some sort of joke, identify yourself!” He commanded to the person on the other end.

‘Cap’n? It’s me.” Starsky said weakly.

“Starsky! Is that really you?” He asked, his voice changing from irritation to compassion.

“Cap, I heard, about Hutch…” Starsky dropped the radio and his hand down into his lap. The reception crackled a bit, cutting off his Captain’s voice. He picked it up again.

“Where the hell are you, son?” Dobey asked.

Starsky felt a hole in the pit of his stomach, he didn’t hear the question Dobey asked, his heart ached. “Hutch is gone…he’s gone.”

“Starsky!” Dobey tried to gain the brunet’s attention.

“Who…who did it, Cap?” Starsky was oblivious to anything but his own pain. “I want them…Cap’n, they’re…mine Cap’.” A single tear rolled down his cheek as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly; trying to close out the hurt he was feeling, trying to stop the sickening feeling. He wanted to throw up, he felt like he could, but at the same time, he wanted, he needed to feel the pain.

“Where are you?” Dobey yelled into the radio.

“Cap’…it hurts, Cap’.” He said solemnly.

“I know son, just tell…,” the radio cut out again and his voice was replaced by static and then returned. “…get you.”

“Were you there…were you with him Cap?” Starsky stuttered. He was getting tired and weak, the exhaustion evident in his voice. He wasn’t able to hold the radio up to his mouth for long without letting his arm drop to rest. His breathing increasing, the sweat was dripping from his face. It took every ounce of strength he had to continue the conversation, to make the minor movements necessary to operate the hand held device.

“Starsky listen to me…” The radio continued to fluctuate.


Hutch ran up to his Captain grabbing the mic out of his hand, Dobey letting him take it. He knew if anyone was going to get through to him, it would be his partner. He had been Captain for too many years to count, yet he had never really seen a partnership like these two shared, they shared more than most, they shared their hearts, their bodies, their souls. Closer than brothers, even the words best friends didn’t describe their relationship. He wasn’t sure there was a word that would describe it sufficiently.

“Starsky listen to me…” Hutch spoke loud and clear into the radio. “Where are you?”

There was a long pause, Hutch looked at Dobey, their eyes locking…Silence…He spoke again.

“Starsk? Are you still there?” Nothing. “Come on buddy, talk to me.”

The static continued, than a loud click. “Cap?”

“No dummy, it’s me.” Hutch snorted into the mouthpiece, just relieved to hear his friends’ voice.

“But they said you…I thought…weren’t you…” Starsky mind was racing; Hutch could hear the wheels turning.

“It’s me. Where are you?” The tone of Hutch’s voice holding an air of gravity to it.

“I dunno…” He sighed. “It’s dark Hutch, I don’t know where I am…Is it really you?”

“Yeah, it’s really me Starsk.”


“What is it buddy?” Hutch placed the radio against his forehead as he waited for Starsky to talk. His partner paused, Hutch wasn’t sure if he was still receiving the signal, than the radio clicked as he began to talk.

“Can you…I mean…How can you…” Starsky was grunting as he spoke, Hutch knew he was hurt, but he had no idea how bad it was, he could hear it in his voice. “Forgive me…I’m so sorry…I didn’t…”

“Hey knock it off will ya’? People are gonna start to talk.” Hutch tried to joke, but found nothing about this situation the least bit humorous.

“I thought I was gonna die, I thought you were gone…I wasn’t gonna be able…to tell you…”

“Stop it Gordo. I need to find out where you are…I need to come bring you home…I need you to think, you need to help me.” Hutch pled.

“I can’t think, too tired. I need to rest for awhile.” His voice trailed off, sounding weaker.

“No! Starsk, stay with me, you can’t fall asleep. I need you to stay with me, got that?” Hutch yelled.


“Dammit Starsky, so help me, if you…” He stopped himself just short of threatening to physically harm his friend.

“You’ll what?” Hutch heard the brunet start to cough and choke. He heard the definitive sound of Starsky heaving and vomiting, than the static returned to the radio. He had no signal.

“Starsky…? Do you copy…? Hey buddy…? Come on…” Hutch rambled, pausing in between each sentence to listen briefly for a response.

The crackle of the receiver magnified briefly than he heard the best sound ever, Starsky’s voice. “I’m still here.”

“Hey, how bad is it?” Hutch asked, not knowing if he wanted to hear the answer.

“It only hurts when I breathe…” He coughed and let out a pathetic groan that grabbed Hutch’s heart and squeezed it tightly.

“How many are there, buddy?” Hutch lowered his voice like he was trying to coax a dog out from underneath a house, calm and soothing.

 “Three, Lisa, Julio and Ricco.”

“Two, Julio’s dead.” Hutch informed his friend.

“Two? Oh, that’s better odds.” Starsky quipped knowing that in his condition it might as well be ten.

“Well that doesn’t sound so bad. You’ve been in tougher spots. I know you can kick Lisa’s ass, but what about this Ricco.”

“He’s big Hutch, and besides…” Starsky paused.

“Besides what?” Hutch prodded him on.

“My arms busted. It’s bad Hutch, can’t move it.”

Hutch felt his stomach make a surprise appearance in his throat, he swallowed hard and deliberately.

“Jesus buddy, I’m sorry…” Hutch laid his head against his forearm that was propped against the roof of the car. “Where are you?”

“I wish I knew. I wish I knew.” He started coughing again…


Starsky could hear Ricco calling out. “Lisa, you bitch! You had better not be with him again!” He could tell his voice was getting closer.

He lifted the radio to his mouth. “Hutch, he’s coming. He’s mad.”

Hutch could hear a fear in his friends’ voice that unsettled him to no end. “Starsk, can’t you hide, get the hell outta there, do something.” Hutch’s own voice shaking in fear.

“I can’t Blintz, nowhere to go…”Starsky sounded resigned to the fact that he was going to have to take whatever Ricco was going to offer. “Hutch?”

“Yeah buddy?”

“I’m scared, I don’t wanna die…”

Hutch thought his heart had just jumped out of his throat and onto the street in front of him. “You’re not gonna die.”

“Stay with me. Don’t leave me ‘kay? I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Jesus Starsk…”

“Shhh, he’s coming.” Starsky said in a hoarse whisper. The brunet than put the radio firmly against the wall, making sure that the speak button was securely locked in place.

The door to the shed flew open, slamming into the wall behind it. Starsky sat up straight, his body tensed.

“Where is she?” He spat.

“Who?” He asked.

Ricco leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of Starsky’s curly locks, jerking his head back.

“You know who, asshole!”

“Lisa? What she left you?” Starsky grimaced. He knew he should keep his mouth shut but it was beyond his control. “What’s the matter, you not man enough for her Ricco?”

Starsky closed his eyes and readied himself for the pain, it came swiftly. He was immediately punched in the right side of his face, his hair being released and his head snapping to the side.

“Maybe she’s on her way to my place.” Starsky’s brain was telling him to shut up, but he couldn’t stop himself.


Hutch heard the noise of a struggle, he listened as Starsky panted and gasped in pain, his body being jerked to its feet. Ricco yelling…

“I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch!”

He heard Starsky’s body being thrown against the wall and falling into a heap on the ground.

Shut up, buddy! Keep your mouth shut!” Hutch prayed silently.


Ricco walked up beside the beaten man. He kicked him in the upper thigh. Starsky grunted, his breathing becoming more and more labored. He gagged as he spit up more blood.

“What’s the matter, huh? Looks like you’re puking up a fucking lung? I bet that hurts doesn’t it?” Ricco taunted as Starsky struggled to get his knees under him.

“Help me.” Starsky’s words were barely audible. He was talking to Hutch, not the large man beside him.

“You want me to help you?” Ricco hissed as he landed another punch to the side of the brunets’ head. Blood began to trickle down the side of his face from his temple.

“Stop, please.” This time Starsky was talking to Ricco, his voice fading behind Ricco’s laughter.

He fell to the ground just a few feet away from the radio, he turned his head, the room spinning, darkness closing in on him, his vision turning gray, light, than gray again. He swallowed hard, trying to control his nausea and dizziness.

“…utch, ‘elp…me.” Starsksy’s voice was weak and broken, as was he.

Chapter Twenty-Four

“…utcsh, please…” Starsky pled weakly.

Hutch could hear the life of his partner fading.

Ricco walked over to Starsky, laying on the ground. “Hutch is dead asshole! He can’t help you anymore.” Ricco spat as he raised his leg and stomped down heavily on Starsky’s ankle.

“Jesus!” The brunet yelled out as his body writhed on the floor.

“By the time I throw your body in the lake, it’ll take your pig friends a year to find your sorry remains.” Ricco laughed. He leaned over and grabbed Starsky around the throat with his large hand, squeezing tightly. He thoroughly enjoyed watching the fear in the detectives’ eyes, as he watched the lack of air drain the life right out of him.


Hutch looked at Dobey, both of them reacting at the same moment, to what they had just heard.

“The lake?” Hutch exclaimed to Dobey as the large man scurried away.

There were only two lakes in the general area, Pine Lake and Lake Moreno. Now Dobey had a cabin up at Pine Lake and knew the area pretty well, he also knew most of the occupants and townsfolk up there. He doubted that Starsky was being held in that area of the woods. That left Lake Moreno, Dobey immediately got on the radio and quickly organized the search teams they would need.

Hutch and Dobey loaded into his car as they headed towards the Lake. It was still quite a drive, at least an hour away, but they had a direction to head.


Ricco once again released his grasp on the detectives’ throat. He stood and walked away, as if he was in conflict with his own feelings. Part of him wanted to waste the asshole right this second; the other was not quite ready to give up his toy, his plaything.

“You might…as well…give it up, Ricco…”Starsky struggled to speak. “Lisa’s gone, Julio’s dead…it’s only a matter of…time before they…find you…it’s over…” He started breathing slow and shallow; there was a slight wheeze when he inhaled.

“Whatya mean Julio’s dead?” Ricco asked.

“I told you...Hutch never misses.” Starsky was gasping and coughing, trying hard to get the words out.

Ricco walked over and spat on the injured man as he turned to walk out of the shed. “If you’re still alive when I get back, I promise to finish you off, but somehow I don’t think you will be.”

Starsky tended to believe the man as he left him alone, in the dark, in the shed, to die by himself. He thought of Hutch.


Hutch was driving a little too fast for Dobey’s comfort, the mars light flashing on the roof like a beacon. Dobey was holding on to the dashboard for dear life.

“Dammit Hutchinson, we’re not gonna do anyone any good, if we don’t make it there in one piece.” Dobey shouted.

“I’ll get us there, Cap, just hold on.” Hutch responded.

Hutch’s radio had remained on the frequency they had last heard Starsky broadcast from. The static and noise faded in and out. He had heard Ricco beating the life out of his partner. He heard the loud squeak over the air…

“…Hey…you…still…there…?” Starsky’s voice was slow, and his speech slurred.

Hutch quickly reached for the mouth piece and spoke to his friend. “I’m here, Starsk.”

“Oh God….utch…it hurts.”

“I know partner, I know, just hang in there. We’re on our way, can you do that for me?” Hutch had to reduce his speed in order to be able to control the vehicle safely and talk to the brunet.

“I can’t…it’s too…bad…I’m dying Blintz…” Starsky gasped.

“Don’t say that!” Hutch yelled with an air of anger in his tone.

“I’m sorry…so tired…need…to…sleep now.”

“No! Dammit Starsk, don’t do this…” Hutch pled, his voice cracking.

“Don’t be…mad…at me…’kay…? There’s…omething…my…pocket…I want…you to…’ave it…” His voice was getting weaker; Hutch’s fear was growing stronger.

“Please, don’t talk like this Buddy. You’re gonna make it…” Hutch swallowed the Rock of Gibraltar that had lodged itself in his throat.

“No…I’m not…thanks…you’ve…‘een a…‘ood… friend, Blondie…I’m sorry…” He heard him exhale deeply and a sound like the radio had dropped to the ground.

“If you give up, I’ll never forgive you, do you hear me?” Hutch threatened. “Can you hear the sirens yet? When you can hear the sirens, I’ll be there…don’t give up…wait for me. Wait for the sirens…”



Hutch’s LTD skidded to a halt in front of a typical country store right by the lake. It was a building made of logs, and all plaques that hung out front were carved or wood burnt. He quickly entered the store and approached the cashier; she was a young attractive female, with long blond hair, and incredible blue eyes. She made eye contact with him, and immediately began flirting with the stranger. The tall blond flashed his badge and proceeded with his questioning.

“Ma’am, I need to ask you a few questions.” He began as Dobey was finally entering the market.

“Why, have I done something wrong officer.?” She said as she batted her eyes at the tall detective. “Am I in some kinda trouble?”

“No, we’re looking for some people, we think might be staying up here somewhere near the lake. I was hoping you could help us out.” Hutch took note of her obvious attraction to him and figured he could use this to his advantage, flashing her a million dollar smile, as he leaned towards her. “If you helped me out, I’d be indebted to you, you realize that don’t you?”

“Well, ain’t I the lucky one?” She giggled.

Hutch produced two pictures, one of Julio and one of Lisa, showing them to her. “I am looking for these two, and I would sure be grateful if you could tell me where to find them…” Hutch posed, looking up through his brow at her.

“Well shoot, that’s an easy one. That’s the couple that rented the old Morrison place for a month. It’s just to the North of the lake, you take a right at the next dirt road an’ follow it about 2 miles or so. You’ll see it on the right side, can’t miss it.”

He looked up at Dobey, than back to the young lady. “Well thank you very much, Miss…?”

“Miss Valentine…as in, be mine…” She winked at the blond.


Hutch pulled his car up around to the side of the house. Three other units flanked his. There were a total of eight officers on scene, and Hutch was leading all of them. Dobey allowed the tall Viking to take control; after all, this was his partner, his friend, his heart that he was trying to rescue. It was only fitting that it was done his way.

They all got out of their vehicles and huddled around Hutch. After a quick meeting they split up into three groups. Hutch and two uniformed policemen were going to enter from the front. Dobey and three more men would take the rear of the house, while the last two would spread out and keep an eye on the sides of the house in case someone tried climbing out one of the windows.

Hutch ascended the five stairs that led to a small front porch. The house wasn’t as much of a house as it was a cabin, a small abode, but in perfect proportion to the surrounding wilderness and lake. It was secluded and desolate, not another house in sight.

Hutch stood at first with his back against the door jamb, his weapon raised, barrel pointed in the air. He took one deep breath and swung around and in one movement, kicked the door in, busting the frame, and was rushing into the house.

Ricco jumped up off the couch, diving for his weapon. Hutch flew through the air, slightly resembling a superhero, catching the large Puerto Rican around the neck, slamming him into the hard wood floor.

Hutch actually landed on the man, straddling his chest and shoving his gun in the mans’ mouth, choking him. “Where the fuck is my partner, asshole?” Hutch stretched his neck briefly, enjoying the terror in the large mans’ eyes. “I’m gonna give you about two seconds to answer me, before I splatter your worthless brains all over this nice floor.” He spewed as he slowly removed the gun from the creeps’ oral cavity, giving him back the ability to speak.

“You must be Hutch?” He smiled at the man sitting on his chest, the other officers all entering from different directions surrounding him. “So glad you can join us…better late than never, don’t you think?”

Hutch looked up at Dobey, than back to the man between his legs. “What do you mean by that, and where in the hell is Lisa?”

“You’re too late…he’s dead.” Ricco said with no emotion in his voice. “But if it makes

you feel any better, he called for you right up to the end.”

The rage Hutch was feeling started as a quiet rumbling in the pit of his stomach, and grew and rose to an intolerable level, finally erupting as Hutch drew his right hand back, still holding his Magnum, and brought it back down across Ricco’s skull, connecting with a wicked crack.

He threw his weapon to the side and grabbed the man with both hands by the collar, lifting him up off the ground, and bringing him face to face, so close that he could smell what he had eaten for lunch…yesterday.

“For your sake, you had better be wrong!” Hutch threatened the man whose eyes were still rolling from the strike he received. The blond detective stood, jerking the unbalanced criminal to his feet. He slammed his chest into the wall to his right. “I’m not going to ask you again. Where’s my partner, you chicken shit bastard!” He emphasized his request with a punch to Ricco’s kidneys.

The felon let out a grunt along with a long puff of air. “Fuck you!” He said defiantly.

Hutch reached up and grabbed the man’s hair, pulling his head back and slamming him face first into the wall, breaking his nose and starting a river of blood flowing down over the man’s mouth.

Hutchinson!” Dobey yelled out at his detective.

“He’s alive Cap’n, I know he is, I can feel it.” Hutch defended his actions.

With one snap of Dobeys’ head, three uniformed officers pulled the blond detective off of Ricco Romero, who let out a sigh of relief as he followed the wall all the way to the floor.

He slumped to the floor, his hand covering his nose. “You broke my fucking nose!” He groaned.

“Yeah? Well you were resisting arrest.” Hutch answered as he moved towards the prisoner. “Now tell me, where can I find Starsky?”

“Try dragging the lake. See what you pull up.” He said with an almost giddy tone.

“Captain Dobey?” One of the officers that was assigned to watch the side of the house, appeared in the door way.

“What is it?” Dobey questioned the rookie as he followed him outside.

Hutch turned his attention back to the man on the floor in front of him. He walked up to him and knelt before him, looking deeply in to his soul, with the most piercing icy blue eyes Ricco had ever seen. There was something in them that caused the hair on the back of the evil mans’ neck to stand on end.

“If you’ve done anything to my partner, so help me God, I’ll come after you myself. And believe me, you’ll wish I had pulled that trigger a minute ago.” Hutch stated with the utmost sincerity.

Hutch stood and looked over as Captain Dobey came back into the house, the blonds’ knees going weak and buckling on him. He reached back for the couch as he supported his weight and lowered himself, sitting on the arm of the sofa. In the large black mans’ hands, he carried a distinct blue tennis shoe with three white stripes on each side. It was covered in blood.

“That’s Starskys’ shoe Cap.” Hutch stammered.

“I know that, son.” He turned to the other officers in the room and singled out four of them with his pudgy index finger. “I want you four to go out there and help them, look under every tree, and every bush. He’s around here somewhere, we just need to find him. Now move!” He ordered as he looked back at the stunned detective, shaking his head, and talking to himself.

“We’re too late.” Hutch stated. “I let him down…he needed me, and I wasn’t there.”

“Now don’t you go startin’ to talk like that too. Isn’t it bad enough that Starsky gave up, but now you?” Dobey tried to sound authoritative, but the truth was that he felt pretty convinced that what little hope they had was beginning to fade.

“Cap? What if…?” Hutch’s voice trailed off as he stood and begun pacing the room.

He looked back to see Ricco sitting up against the wall, one of the other officers had already secured both of his hands behind him, with handcuffs.

“Did you really kill him? What about Lisa? Where is she?” Hutch asked, pleading for a straight answer, just wanting, no needing, to know where his other half was.

Ricco stared at him with unwavering eyes. Hutch couldn’t read them; he couldn’t see what the man was thinking.

Hutch heard a commotion coming from outside, he heard shouts, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. One of the uniformed officers ran into the living room…

“We found him, there’s a shed not far from here.” The policeman informed the duo.

Hutch jumped to his feet and was out the door in two steps. Dobey looked at the officers’ pale face.

“What is it son?” Dobey probed the young man.

“Captain? He’s in really bad shape, I don’t think he’s gonna make it. He’s alive, but barely.”

“What the hell are you doing standing here, call a goddamned ambulance!” He shouted as he ran out the door, knowing that he’d never catch up to Hutch, but wanting to be there for him anyways. He had a feeling that Hutch was going to need his help.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Two officers were standing in the doorway as Hutch made his way to the shed. He pushed them out of the way, making no apologies. There were two more officers kneeling on either side of his partner. One was holding his left hand, squeezing it tight, he heard Starsky cough slightly, and could see his legs, his jeans were smeared in blood, and he was missing one shoe. Hutch froze as he took in the scene before him.

The officer on the left of the injured man looked up and locked eyes with Hutch. The blond detective could see the hopelessness in his face. The other officer that had his back to Hutch, turned to give him the same look, as he rose and moved away from Starskys’ broken body.

Hutch stepped slowly towards the figure lying on the floor, stopping immediately as he got his first look at the horrific image.

The person before him, in no way even resembled his friend, except for the color of his hair and the one blue shoe…He was so badly beaten that Hutch didn’t even recognize him. His face was covered in dark brown, dried blood. His left eye black and swollen completely shut, both lips were fat and looked painful. The color of his face was a multitude of greens, purples, crimson and yellows, the swelling causing the disfigurement of all his facial features.

Hutch knelt by his side, afraid to touch him, afraid to speak. He saw the grip that Starskys’ hand had on the other officer increase as his back arched and he rode a wave of pain the flowed through his body. He suppressed a muffled cough and exhaled heavily as his body relaxed.

“Hey Starsk?” Hutch whispered. “It’s me, I’m here.”

Hutch watched as the brunets right eye blinked and rolled, trying to focus, finally meeting with Hutch’s. Starsky and Hutch both swallowed hard in unison.

“What took…you so long…” Starsky asked as he did something that resembled a smile. That is when Hutch saw his partner, that smile that only he had. Even with the serious swelling occurring in the brunet’s face, there was one thing that no one could take away, his smile. Hutch returned the expression.

“Well, if you had given me better directions, I woulda gotten here sooner.” He snorted.

“Sorry…’bout dat…” His body arched again only for a longer period of time. Hutch could tell he was holding his breath as the pain shot through him like a knife. “Oh, God…” He groaned.

Hutch took his left hand from the other officers grasp. “I gotcha, ‘sokay…Come on, breath, buddy.” Hutch held Starsky’s hand tightly to his own chest, trying to inhale for him. Hutch looked at the other man beside Starsky, “why don’t you go check on that ambulance, would ya? Tell ‘em we need a helicopter to get him outta here…Now move!”

The red headed officer quickly scurried away as Captain Dobey approached them. He took one look at Starsky and put a supportive hand on Hutch’s shoulder, squeezing tightly than releasing, no words were necessary. Hutch returned his gaze to the man on the ground in front of him.

“How do…I look?” Starsky moaned.

“Like shit!” Hutch answered honestly, a smile crossing his lips, as he blinked hard to keep back the tears. He looked up to the ceiling in silent prayer, begging for help, from any source he had.

“Good…I was afraid…you…wouldn’t be…able to…tell…how I felt…” He coughed and turned his head to the side; red liquid flowed from his mouth, as he tried to spit it out, but didn’t have the strength.

Dobey quickly handed Hutch a handkerchief that he removed from his coat pocket. Hutch took it and leaned over his friend.

“Hold still.” He instructed as he gently took the cloth and cleared the fluid from inside his mouth. “That better?”


“Yeah Buddy?” Hutch looked at his partner, or at least what was left of him.

“I’m sorry…” Starsky took his left hand and wiggled free from Hutch’s grip.

“Sorry for what.” Hutch asked afraid to hear the answer.

“I didn’t…listen…to you, ‘bout…Lisa…”

“Stop it, don’t talk like that, it wasn’t your fault.” Hutch pled Starsky to let it go.

“Here…” Starsky moaned. Fumbling in his pocket with his hand and retrieving the black rope necklace. He reached for Hutch’s hand, “I want…you to have…this, it was Pop’s…”

“Starsk, I can’t.” Hutch started to talk.

Please…utch…” Starsky’s body arched again, tensing in pain, then quickly released as his head lolled to the side, his right eye closing as he lost consciousness.

Hutch looked at the blue turquoise cross he held in his hand, closing his fingers tightly around it, and holding it near his heart. He nodded as he let the tears flow, returning the necklace to Starskys’ pocket.

“You can give it to me later…” He whispered.

“The medics are here.” The redheaded officer returned with the rescuers following close behind, carrying their gear.

They laid their stuff next to the badly injured officer, as they opened their bags and clicked the latches on the top of the tackle boxes, flipping the lids back. Dobey pulled Hutch’s shoulder back, trying to move him out of the paramedics’ way. He reluctantly rose to his feet and backed away.

Hutch watched the two medics as they feverishly worked on his partner. He reveled in the fact that one of them was blond, one brunet, and they barely spoke. Each knew what their job was and what the other one was doing…silent communication…It reminded him of the way he and Starsky worked so well together. He couldn’t help but feel a tug on his heart.

“BP 90/45, pulse 120 weak and thready, respirations 10 and shallow.” The blond medic rattled off to the dark haired one as he was starting an IV in Starsky’s left arm. “He has a fracture right ulna…multiple contusions and lacerations, apparent head trauma…”

Hutch shut out the rest of what the man was saying, the important thing was that Starsky was getting help, he’d be okay now…

“What’s the ETA on the chopper?” The dark paramedic asked.

“About 10 minutes,” the red haired officer answered.

Both men tending to Starsky looked up at each other, locking eyes for a brief moment then continued their work. “I hope he has 10 minutes.”

Hutch snapped his head in the brunets’ direction. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked with both concern and irritation in his voice.

“We’re medics, not doctors. We’ll do the best we can, but I’m not sure he’s gonna make it to the hospital…You’re his partner, right?”

“Yeah,” Hutch spoke in a haze of a voice, not believing what the man had just said. He continued to look at his friend on the ground, his skin taking on a grayish-blue color. The blond detective felt like he was in a dream, a nightmare…none of this was really happening…

He felt Dobey grab his arm. “Hutch? Are you going?”

Hutch blinked quickly, returning to the reality that was before him. “Huh? Going where, Cap?”

“Son, they think you should ride in the chopper with Starsky, just in case.” Dobey related what the medics had just told the blond.

“Yeah, yeah, of course I’m goin’.” Hutch said.

Don’t do this to me Buddy. Don’t you dare do this to me…Fight, dammit!

Hutch continued to watch as they took expert care of his partner, stabilizing him and loading him onto a back board, strapping his fore head down tightly. “Let’s get him to the helicopter.” The blond medic suggested. “He’s hanging on, barely, but he is. Let’s get him moved.” He informed Hutch as he grabbed the head of the board and his partner took the bottom.

Hutch walked along Starsky’s side as they carried his motionless body to the chopper that was waiting for them right by the lake, in a clearing suitable for the rescue. They loaded the detective inside a little rougher than Hutch would have liked, but time was of the essence.

Hutch looked back and saw Ricco being led outside to a patrol car in handcuffs. Ricco smiled at the blond with pure malevolence. “Want me to finish him off? I’m sure it won’t take much!” Ricco seethed as he began laughing.

Without missing a step, Hutch ran towards the man slamming him into the police car. His head hitting the passenger door window, shattering it, broken glass embedded instantly in his forehead.

“You motherfucker!” Hutch spat, grabbing him by the collar and backhanding him across the face, throwing him to the ground.

He pulled back his leg and launched a kick into his side, causing Ricco to immediately heave, vomiting all over himself. Hutch stood over him panting heavily as he regained control.

Hutchinson!” Dobey yelled, but did not order the other officers to interfere. He remembered what it felt like when he had lost his partner, shortly before he took a desk job. He never took another partner after that.

Hutch looked at the other officers and back at his Captain. “You all saw it, he was resisting arrest again.” He stated as he approached the chopper.

“And that’s exactly how the report is gonna read.” Dobey informed the group.

The large black man walked over to Ricco as the dark haired medic tended his injuries. “Never mess with a man’s partner.” He said and turned to begin writing up the report.

The light haired medic hopped in and waived Hutch on. The tall blond detective lifted his leg and grabbed the side of the whirlybird, pulling himself inside, as the red haired officer moved to the front and signaled the pilot he was clear to take off, joining Dobey as they stood and watched the machine lift off quickly, tilt to the left, and soar over the lake.

Dobey shook his head as he sighed heavily and hoped he hadn’t seen the last of that curly haired detective. One thing was for sure, he was a stubborn, tough as nails, Dobey thought to himself…If anyone would pull out of this, it would be him…and he was damn sure that Hutch was not going to let him go without a fight!


The sound of the helicopter was overwhelming. Hutch looked up over his partner at the blond man tending him. He looked younger than Hutch, but seemed to know his job well enough.

“What’s your name?” Hutch asked him.

“Jerry.” He answered, not taking his attention away from his patient.

“Well thanks Jerry, for everything you’re doing for my partner.” Hutch announced.

“Just doing my job.” He answered. “By the way, my friends call me Jer.”

Starsky began to moan, trying to move his head slightly from side to side, the tape on his forehead restricting his movement, he opened his right eye, it rolled up, then to the side. “…utch, it’s Lisa…she did this…Lisssaa…” His left arm began to reach out for something that only he could see.

Hutch held his arm still, trying to keep him from pulling out the IV in his arm.

“Let go of me…” Starsky pled, becoming more agitated. “Please don’t hurt me…Hutch help me!”

“I’m here, Buddy.” Hutch tried to reassure him, but Starsky remained wide-eyed, fearful.

The brunet’s body became tense, he was flailing about, even trying to move his broken arm that needed to remained stabilized.

“Let me go! Noooo…” He fought harder.

“Starsky calm down! Stop fighting, you’re ok. I’m here.” Hutch yelled at his friend.

“We’re gonna have to strap him down.” Jer told Hutch, as he grabbed the thick nylon belts.

“No you can’t do that, he’ll freak.” Hutch pled.

“We have no choice, now grab that side…” Hutch paused. “You have to help me!” Jer yelled at him to snap him out of his daze.

It was too late, Starsky’s body became stiff, his back arched, he began to seize.

“Shit!” Jer exclaimed. He tried to turn him on his side as he began vomit. He reached beside Hutch and grabbed the portable suction, flipping the switch, turning the generator on.

He shoved the high volume suction tip in the detectives’ throat. You could hear the fluids being drained from his mouth. “Hold this right here!” Jer ordered Hutch putting the suction in his hand. Hutch watched in horror as Starsky’s body continued to writhe and arch off the board.

“Dammit, shit, shit, shit…” Jer cursed as he frantically worked on the detective. Drawing new meds into syringes and injecting them into his IV. His body was not responding to the new drugs.

Hutch continued to do his best suctioning out Starsky’s mouth. It seemed pretty cleared. He looked at Jer working desperately in the confined space. “Don’t do this, buddy.” Hutch whispered.

“Come on you son of a bitch!” Jer screamed at the patient. “I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let you go!” He said defiantly, as he pushed more drugs into the man, praying for the right combination to take affect.

Hutch looked at the broken body laying before him, he noticed the sheet covering his body was becoming damp from underneath. Starsky was urinating himself.

“Fuck, we’re losing him!” Jer shouted. “Get us to the fucking hospital!” He yelled at the pilot.

Chapter Twenty-Six

The blond medic was definitely good at what he did. By the time the chopper had landed on the roof of Bay City Memorial, Starsky had stopped seizing and was breathing on his own. The trauma team made up of three doctors and three nurses met the incoming patient. Starsky was quickly taken from the helicopter, placed on to a stretcher and rushed away.

Hutch climbed out of the transport and stood there as the wind whipped him and the chopper took off. He was numb, dazed, and scared. He wrapped his arms around himself as he suddenly felt the cold nipping at him. He stood there briefly before snapping back and rushing inside to check on his partner.

As he entered from the roof, he was quickly ushered to the trauma center waiting room. Paula, the head nurse assured him that she would be out to give him any news as soon as she had assessed the situation.

He sat in a comfortably padded chair. There was a television on the table across the room. It was on, but he had no interest what was playing.

He allowed his head to drop in his hands, suddenly becoming too heavy to hold it up any longer.

Hutch wasn’t sure how longer he had been sitting there before the door had opened and Jer, the paramedic had entered.

“Mind some company?” He asked Hutch.

“Not at all, but don’t you need to get back to work?” Hutch questioned.

“Gotta wait for my partner to come pick me up, have a feelin’ your Captain will be with him.”

“Yeah, probably.” Hutch was too tired to even carry on a conversation.

“He’s gonna make it you know?” Jer said, fully convinced of his prognosis.

“Yeah? What makes you so sure?”

“The way he fought in the chopper…He shoulda been dead by now, he’s fighting, for some reason, something, somebody. He’s not letting go, and I don’t think he will.” The kind medic reached out and put a reassuring hand on the detectives back, patting him in confidence. “You’ll see.”

The doors opened again and Paula entered the room carrying a white plastic bag and being accompanied by a tall older gentleman in a long white coat. “Detective this is Doctor Carlson.” She introduced the two as the exchanged a handshake.

“I’m chief of staff here at the hospital.” The man began to give his impressive resume, but was quickly dismissed by the blond detective.

“Yeah, whatever, how’s my partner?”

“He’s in grave condition.” The doctor stated as a matter of fact with little emotion. God, Hutch hated doctors like this. “Near as we can tell, he has three broken ribs, a punctured lung, ruptured spleen, fractured ulna in his right arm, fractured orbital cavity, and a severely bruised ankle. There is also a possibility of a skull fracture, but we aren’t sure about that.”

“So what does all that mean?” Hutch’s head was spinning with all the doctor was explaining, he only wanted one simple question answered, just one, “is he gonna make it?” Hutch pled with his eyes for the answer he was seeking but unfortunately he didn’t receive it.

“My staff has taken him to the OR, they need to try and stop the bleeding. If they do that and he survives the surgery, than there’s a chance. He’s got a lot of serious injuries, a few of them could have been fatal on their own, but combining them on top of each other like this, reduces his chance of survival greatly. I’m sorry, you should really notify his family.”

Hutch felt Jers’ arm reach around and grab a hold of him as the room spun. “Oh my God,” he said as his hand covered his mouth.

“We’re already here.” The voice of Nick Starsky came up from behind Hutch as he turned to greet them. Nick was accompanied by Starsky’s Aunt Rosie and Uncle Al, both of which immediately greeted the tall blond with heartfelt hugs. They both considered him a part of their extended family.

“Have you called Mrs. Starsky?” Hutch asked Nick.

“Yeah, she flies in tomorrow.” He stated in a short condescending tone that Hutch chose to ignore.

“I understand that you are noted as having power of attorney when it comes to your friends’ medical decisions.” The doctor continued, returning his attention to Hutch.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Hutch said, noticing the sideways glance Nick was giving him.

“I need to ask what your wishes are, or better yet what were his wishes?”

Hutch was stunned by the doctor referring to Starsky in the past tense. “He’s not dead yet, Doc!” He said angrily.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. We just need to know if you want us to use heroic measures to sustain his life.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Nick asked.

“His chances of survival are slim…if he codes on the table…do you want us to revive him?”

What?” Hutch could not believe what he was hearing.

“Would you be willing to sign a DNR paper?” The doctor asked point blank.

“You’ve already given up on him, haven’t you?” Hutch asked his irritation increasing.

“Not at all, it is a standard question with all patients in this condition…”

“That is no standard patient you have in there!” Hutch yelled and pointed towards the door. “That’s my best friend, and you can take that paper and shove it up your ass! Do you know how many lives he’s saved in his career?” He was shouting and stepping closer to the doctor, causing him to back away. “He is a hero, and I think he deserves heroic measures when it comes to someone saving his life! Now I suggest that instead of standing out here talking to me, you get your butt back in there and use your precious time and energy to save him. He’ll do his part if you do yours.” Hutch was breathing heavily and his whole body was shaking. “Do I make myself clear?”

Crystal.” The doctor replied. This was one discussion none of his diplomas or certificates was going to help him win. He quickly turned on his heels and headed out of the room.

Nick moved closer to Hutch, literally getting in his face. “So tell me Ken, why the hell are you making all the decisions when it comes to his care? He’s my brother, I am his next of kin.”

“Look Nicky, now is not the time to fight about it. This is the way your brother wanted it, and I think we need to respect that.”

Paula approached him with a bag in her hands, she handed it to Hutch. “These are his personnel belongings, you need to hold on to them. There’s a wallet, a watch, one ring, some money…and this.” Hutch held out his hand as she placed the blue cross necklace in his hand, letting it fall from her fingers.

Nick immediately recognized the turquoise necklace. “That was Pops’, where the hell did he get that?”

“I dunno.” Hutch answered somberly.

“Well I think that belongs to me by default, I am the other son, and I sure in the hell get it before you do!” Nicky began with his childish temper tantrum.

Hutch was in no mood, and he was at least six inches taller. He leaned over Nicky threatening him, shaking his finger in the younger Starsky’s face. “Now look here, and you had better listen good, I am in no mood for your bullshit Nicky! Your brother is still alive, and as long as his heart is still beating all of this stuff in my hands continues to belong to him, unless you think you’re man enough to take it from me!”

He turned back to Paula who stood there wide-eyed. Nick wisely backed down quickly and moved to the other side of the room.

“Um, thanks for the stuff, I’ll take care of it…Can you tell me where the men’s room is?” He asked.

“Sure it’s down the hall, third door on the left. You alright?”

“Sure, I’m fine.” He said as he calmly walked out the door in the direction she had pointed.

He could actually hear his footsteps; he felt them in his mind. He felt like everyone was watching him. He smiled as he passed people, the color draining quickly from his face. He found the door to the men’s room and burst through it, dropping the plastic bag just inside the door, he hurried to the first available toilet, and leaned over it, dropping to his knees. He felt the bile rising as he heaved and released the emesis into the porcelain bowl. His body wasn’t finished…He heaved several more times until there was nothing left inside, nothing more to give.

He fell back on his rear, exhausted. He looked to the ceiling, swallowing hard. He briefly closed his eyes, than looked down at his hands. He was still clutching Starsky’s necklace tightly in his fist, his knuckles were white. He slowly opened his hand and at the same time, slowly opened his soul allowing the tears to begin to fall freely.


Ricco came in the same ambulance that carried Dobey. The Captain immediately rushed to the tenth floor trauma unit waiting room. There he was met by an eagerly waiting Hutch, who stood as the door opened not even knowing who was coming in the room. Dobey noted how private and secluded this room was, he thought to himself that it was set up that way for a reason. You couldn’t have hysterical people roaming the halls, having just been given devastating news. He instantly took a dislike to this room, the sooner the got moved to a more public waiting room the better, as far as he was concerned.

Not long after, they were joined by Huggy, still moving slowly, but there nevertheless. Then two detectives from their department who had gotten word, showed up to give their support, followed by three more not long after. Millie arrived within the hour, as did six uniformed officers. Dobeys’ wife and kids also came to the hospital.

Nurse Paula entered the now crowded room, searching for Hutch. She updated him on Starskys’ condition. “They had to remove his spleen, and they were able to insert a chest tube and re inflated the lung. Right now they are setting his arm and placing three pins in it to hold it in place. The skull fracture is causing his brain to bleed slightly, but isn’t a major concern at this point. We had to remove two of his back teeth that were knocked loose. But so far he’s hanging in there. He’s not out of the woods yet, his vitals are still extremely weak, but he’s holding his own.”

Hutch smiled at her, he couldn’t speak, he simply moved towards her and grabbed her pulling her into the biggest bear hug his tired body could muster. She held onto her nurses’ cap to keep it from falling off her head as he twirled her around, putting her back in the same spot he took her from.

“Thank you.” He finally spoke.

“You’re more than welcome. I’ll keep you posted.” She said, as she turned and left the room.

Bill from R & I showed up with his wife; Bernie from narcotics division and his oldest daughter, Tracey; Diane, Huggys’ bartender sauntered in seductively; Keiko came with his mom. The steady flow of people continued over the next few hours. The waiting room was packed beyond capacity and the overflow of visitors and well-wishers spilled out into the tenth floor hallways.

Hutch looked around and smiled at all the people he saw, all the men, women and children that gave a damn. I wish you could see this Starsk. Hutch thought to himself…


Doctor Carlson entered the waiting room with Nurse Paula at his side, he wore sweat soaked scrubs. The loud noises of talking and even some laughter subsided immediately as they approached Hutch.

The blond detective rose to greet them “Well, how is he, doc?” He asked as impatient as ever.

“Can we go and talk somewhere a little more private.” Dr. Carlson encouraged him, causing Dobey to immediately rush to Hutch’s side.

They left the waiting room and headed for Doctor Carlson’s private office. Dobey and Hutch were offered seats facing his large oak desk, as the doctor took his seat in the high back leather chair, behind the desk.

“Are you gonna tell me how Starsky is, or you plannin’ on ordering out for lunch first?” Hutch’s irritation getting the best of him.

“Just calm down detective…the surgery went better than expected…however there are a few concerns.”

“Such as?” Dobey interjected.

“We repaired what we could, but his body sustained a lot of damage. From here on out, it’ll be up to his body to assist in the healing process. His vitals are weak, but that is to be expected. I’m concerned that his temperature keeps rising, which could be a sign that he is fighting an infection. He is on a high dose of a broad spectrum antibiotic, but even those can only do so much.”

“So what now?” Hutch asked.

“We sit and wait, see how he responds. There is not a lot more that we can do.” The doctor pushed his glasses back up into place on the bridge of his nose as he let out a sigh, crossing his arms behind his headed and leaning back in the chair.

“When can I see him?” The tall blond inquired.

“They are casting his arm, and getting him ready to move to recovery. I’ll let them know to come get you the minute he’s there.” Carlson assured Hutch.

Both officers rose and exchanged handshakes with Dr. Carlson. “Thank you doctor, I appreciate all you’ve done.” Dobey got the pleasantries out of the way as he and Hutch left the office and headed down the corridor to update the other visitors in the waiting room.

Nick approached Hutch as he came into the room, before even giving the update on Starskys’ condition.

“Hey Ken, can I talk to you a sec?” Nick asked sincerely.

“Sure Nick.” Hutch honestly thought he was going to apologize for his behavior earlier, and Hutch was going to forgive him, this was Starsky’s brother after all.

“Listen, I’m gonna be taking off pretty soon, I hooked up with a hot nurse and we got a date…”

“You’re kidding right?” Hutch asked as his face flushed.

“Nah, can you believe it, she’s actually going out with me…” Nick sounded giddy with excitement.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Well, the way I see it,” he looked around to make sure no one else was listening, “Dave is not going to be using his car anytime soon, nor his pad, so I thought you could just slip me the keys, and I’ll be in like Flynn.”

Hutch’s eyes widened. “What?” He took a step towards the slimy weasel.

“Well yeah, you understand. It’s really hard to lay down your best moves when your Aunt and Uncle are just in the other room.” Nick justified his request. “Besides, Dave ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Hutch spun quickly catching the younger Starsky square on the jaw with his fist, throwing him into the wall with the force. Hutch bent down to stare him in the eyes. “Get the hell outta here, and don’t come back until I call for you, you got me?”

Nick grabbed his jaw with his hand and left the room, for his sake, Hutch had hoped he had left the hospital.

He turned back to the spectators in the waiting room who were looking on in shock. The blond shrugged his shoulders, “He was resisting arrest.” He then walked to the other side of the room, planting himself in the only vacant seat.

About thirty minutes later Paula came to the waiting room to get Hutch and take him to see his partner. It was a long quiet walk to the room; Hutch paused before opening the door. Paula saw his hesitancy and reached out with her hand squeezing his forearm. She smiled.

“Go on, he’s waiting for you. Talk to him, I firmly believe he can hear you.” He nodded at her, but was still unable to move. “You want me to go in with you?”

“No, I’ll be fine, I just need a minute.” He inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly, trying to muster up the strength to hold it together, just a little longer.

He turned and slowly opened the door as he entered the dimly lit room. The only light illuminating the room was directly over the head of his bed. The monotone beeping of machines, and the rasp of the respirator beside his partners’ bed immediately flooded the blonds’ senses. There was a patch over his left eye; his unconscious form was completely covered to his upper chest with the exception of his right arm, in a fresh cast and under strategically placed heat lamps to quick dry the plaster of Paris.

Hutch moved around to the left side of the bed, partially to be by the window, and partially because there were less machines to come between him and his partner. He pulled up the mustard yellow vinyl chair, placing it as close to his bedside as possible and sitting on its edge.

He reached over and gently pulled back the sheet, exposing the tube that was inserted under his left arm, into his lung. His chest was heavily bruised and looked painful. He exhaled a puff of air through his cheeks as he looked away momentarily, placing the sheet back across Starsky’s chest. He reached under the cover and gently grabbed his hand, squeezing softly.

“Jesus, I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner.” He whispered, finding himself at a loss for words. He looked out the window watching a soft gentle rain fall against the glass. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he closed his eyes briefly, and then returned his attention to the man lying beside him.

“So what is it gonna take, huh? What do I have to do to get you to fight like you’ve never fought before…?” He smiled as he looked at his friend. “I know, I’ll let you have my car.” He chuckled to himself knowing how much Starsky hated that thing. “Look Buddy, I know it’s gonna be hard, hell, it may even feel impossible at times, but if anyone can do it you can…” He paused as he looked around the room; he stood and started to pace back and forth stopping at the foot of his bed. “You remember what you told me earlier, Buddy…? Well, I don’t want to be alone either. You have to fight, dammit! Do you hear me, Starsk? Don’t leave me here!” Hutch pled as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Hutch wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep, but he was glad that he had. He needed the rest, even if his body was screaming at him for curling up in the small bedside chair. Someone had been in the room because now he found himself covered in a hospital blanket and a pillow tucked under his head.

He slowly stood up, every muscle cursing him for the position he had put them in. He raised his arms high above his head arching his back stretching with everything he had left, trying to work out the cramps. He walked to the window, staring out at the parking lot. The rain had stopped and the sun was just rising, gray clouds still filling the sky.

The sound of the machines in the room kept an even pace. He turned to look once again at Starsky, making sure he was still there, still breathing, still fighting. His heart ached, he wanted so bad to fight this battle for him, but he couldn’t. This was something that the stubborn brunet was going to have to do on his own, with Hutch by his side.

The door to the room opened and Hutch was a more than a little surprised to see Simonetti slithering in the room. Hutch met the man halfway across the room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Hutch growled, ready to put the man on the ground.

“Look Hutchinson, I’m just here to offer a little support, just like everyone else.” Simonetti nervously stammered, as he reached in his coat pocket, pulling out a brown leather billfold and handing it over to the angry blond. The rate of the beeping on Starsky’s pulse oximeter increased. The machine measured his heart rate which up until now had stayed at an even steady beat.

It was Starsky’s badge. “What is this for?” Hutch asked.

“All pending charges have been dropped. The investigation is closed. Starsky has been fully reinstated.” The Internal Affairs investigator stated to Hutch like he was doing him a favor.

“Why you givin’ it to me?” Hutch questioned the despicable man in front of him.

“Well I thought you would wanna give it to him, if he pulls through.”

There was something in the sound of Simonetti’s voice that just grated on Hutch’s nerves.

“What do you mean if? Don’t you mean when?” He started walking towards the man. The machine beeping even faster, finally caught Hutch’s attention and he turned towards his partner.

Starsky’s body had tensed, his fist clenched at his side. Hutch realizes that he was getting stressed. He looked back at Simonetti, furrowing his brow. “I think you better leave.”

“Okay, okay I was just leaving.” He stated as he reached for the door, pulling it open. He turned back to the tall blond. “He is one of our own Hutchinson, we’re all pulling for him.” He said then left the room letting the door slowly close behind him.

Gradually the beeping returned to the even steady pace. Hutch sat at his side, “Hey, you are here, aren’t you buddy?” He whispered, with a smile on his face.

At that very moment, Hutch knew that Starsky was fighting, he was fighting to come back, and Hutch was going to be there waiting for him, whenever he was ready. Hutch reached out and took the brunets’ hand in his squeezing it tightly. His eyes opened wide as he felt his partners hand grip his tighter, squeezing back.

Hutch rested his forehead against the metal railing of the bed, sighing heavily. He looked up to find Starsky looking at him, his right eye open and glassy. He blinked a couple of times trying to clear the cobwebs and focus.

“Hey…am I glad to see you.” Hutch said.

Starsky tried to speak, he moved his lips but nothing came out. He moved his head to the side, his eye rolled and then quickly readjusted. He closed it tightly for a brief moment than looked at Hutch.

“…utch, it ‘urts…” He managed to utter between breaths.

“Don’t try to talk, ‘kay?” Hutch said as he hit the button to call the nurse. “You’re gonna be alright, I’ll get you something for the pain.”

Starsky watched his friend as Hutch sat on the bed beside him, being careful not to disturb any of the tubes or wires attached to the patient. He could see how drained and pale the blond man looked. “You ‘kay?” He asked.

“Who me?” Hutch responded, “yeah I’m fine, don’t worry about me, you just concentrate on yourself.”

Hutch could see how difficult every breath was for him to take. It was no longer an involuntary action, it required effort. His heart broke to see Starsky trying so hard to hide his discomfort.

“S’okay Buddy, we’ll get you something to help.” He rose and went to the door, opening it wide and yelling into the hall. “What’s it take to get a damn nurse around here.” He shouted out in irritation and frustration.

Nancy was Starsky’s nurse for this shift, and she quickly responded to Hutch’s request, running into the room.

“I’m sorry, I was with another patient. Did you need something?” She asked, her voice shaking slightly in intimidation.

Hutch immediately felt guilty for shouting, he was tired and cranky, and that was by no means her fault.

“My friend here needs something for the pain.” He informed her.

She picked up his chart on the foot of the bed, reading it over carefully. “Well, he just had his meds an hour ago, I’m afraid he’s not due for another dose yet.” She knew he was not going to like that answer and she was right.

“What do you mean not due yet? He probably wasn’t due to have pain yet, but he does. Your job is to see to it that he feels better, and I suggest you do just that.” Hutch warned the poor nurse.

“I’ll have to page the doctor and see what he wants me to do.” She left the room in a hurry.

Hutch returned to his friends’ side, as Starsky winced in pain. “Take it easy partner, she’ll be right back…you’ll be feeling better in no time.”

Starsky’s right eye searched his partners face for answers, he whispered, “How bad?” Then he swallowed hard.

Hutch stood and got a wash rag from the bathroom, wetting it down and placing it to the injured mans lips. Starsky sucked on it trying to draw out more moisture that it had to offer. Hutch would have given him more, but he wasn’t sure if he was cleared for fluids yet. Either way, he wasn’t going to sit there and watch him struggle to swallow, breathing was hard enough.

“What, you wanna know how bad off you are?” Hutch tried to stall; Starsky just tipped his head forward once. “Well, let’s see…where do I start?” Hutch chuckled. “Truth is you’re a mess.” He wasn’t about to lie to him, he needed to know that he had a lot he had to overcome, a lot to get through, a lot of healing ahead.

“Well, first of all, they had to remove your spleen, your right arm is busted, but I guess you kind of figured that with the cast and all. You got a fractured skull, but with your hard head, that’s no big deal. Your ankle is pretty banged up, and your eye was in pretty bad shape. But they said that’ll heal, shouldn’t affect your keen eyesight, so no worries there.” He paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “Your lung collapsed, there’s a tube that is going into your side, under your arm, into your lung. It’s helping you breath. The doc says that they should be able to remove that in a day or two, if your body cooperates with them.” Hutch finished the laundry list of injuries, not sure if he forgot anything.

Ouch.” Was Starsky’s one word response to what Hutch had just told him, causing the blond to snort in laughter.

“Ouch is right.” He responded, and smiled.

The door to the room opened and Doctor Carlson entered accompanied by Nurse Nancy.

“We need to do a post operative exam, so if you don’t mind I need you to step outside for about 20 minutes.” Doctor Carlson requested.

“Sure,” he stated as he looked back at Starsky, “I’ll be back.”

Starsky closed his right eye and opened it slowly in recognition. Hutch left the room, planning on taking this opportunity to grab a quick bite in the cafeteria.

Dr. Carlson approached the patient. “Glad to see you’re awake.” He greeted him as he lifted the sheet, pulling it back to check the chest tube. “How are you feeling?”

Shit.” Was the only word Starsky said.

“Well that is to be expected. The nurse tells me that you are having some pain, do you want something stronger?” He asked.

The brunet blinked once slowly and slightly tipped his head forward.

Doctor Carlson to 10th floor nurses station…Doctor Carlson to the 10th floor nurses station…’

The PA system resonated.

Dr. Carlson looked at the nurse, “We’ll have to do this later, give him 10 mg morphine, IV push. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He instructed the nurse and quickly left the room.

The attentive nurse left momentarily and returned with a syringe already filled with the ordered medications. She inserted fluids into his IV and watched as his right eye start to glass over. It took all of about 15 seconds for the medication to start taking its wondrous effect.

Thaankssh.” Starsky slurred as his head rolled to the side.

“You’re welcome, honey.” She smiled and patted him on the hand before leaving the room.

The curly haired detective wasn’t exactly sure how much time had passed, in his condition, it was impossible to tell. Time had no relevance. The door to his room squeaked open and he heard Hutch’s footsteps approaching.

He tried to turn his head to greet his partner…

“Miss me baby?” He heard the distinct sound of a female voice. When he finally turned his head and saw his visitor a chill coursed through him, his eye grew wide in fear, he gasped….

Lisa?” He whispered weakly, the narcotics taking a toll on the detective; it was difficult to focus, to grasp any semblance of reality. At first he thought he was dreaming, but when she reached over and began rubbing his chest, he knew the sensation he was feeling was real. She was wearing a white nurse’s uniform complete with the triangle shaped cap. The outfit itself was quite revealing, very low cut and with a short skirt, and on one of their role playing evenings Starsky would have loved her in this get-up.

She leaned over, her mouth a mere half an inch from his ear. “‘Cause I sure missed you,” she hissed, her warm breath flowing over his neck. “How you feeling sweetheart? What can I do to help?”

Her hand massaged his chest as her tongue darted in and out of his ear; she nibbled on his ear lobe.

Stop.” He pled.

“Stop what? Making you feel good?” She brought her face around to meet his gaze. “Dave, I love you. I’ve always loved you, ever since we were kids.”

His eye grew even wider, the heart monitor increasing rapidly. “What?”

“Yeah you don’t remember me, do you? We went to the same school…I had the biggest crush on you…” She smiled as she crossed her arms across his chest, resting her chin on them. “But you picked Vivian, every one always picked Vivian, even Ricco…I hated her for that…but what could I do?”

“…utch.” He tried to yell out but he could muster nothing more than a whisper. He didn’t have the strength. He closed his eye, taking a slow breath.

“I did the next best thing, I went after the bitch’s big brother…and you know what? He was even easier to get…He loved me, and I loved him…or at least I thought I did, until I met up with you again…” She let her finger tip tease the hairs on his chest. “You were so good to me, you would never hurt me.” She started to use her tongue to tantalize his stomach muscles as she continued her speech. “You know, Vivian told me she was your first, she told me how nervous you were…I must say she taught you well…”

Her hand slipped under the cover, making its way down to his waist. “Wanna know something else…?”

Help.” He muttered.

“She also told me that you had nothing to do with the rape…that you tried to help her…but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell Ricco…see Davey, I was angry, I was mad at Vivian, mad at you…and this way I was able to make both of you pay.”

His body jerked involuntarily as she grazed the sensitive skin on his inner thigh.

“Whatsa matter Dave, ticklish?” She taunted him.


“Listen baby, don’t you worry about a thing, I’m gonna take care of you…First we have to get rid of Ricco so we can be together, but I’ll take care of that…You wanna know something Dave?...You are so much better in bed than Ricco. I can’t wait until we can be together like that again…” Her hand came dangerously close to his groin. “Remember how good I make you feel? Soon honey, real soon.” She stood and buried her mouth in his neck, then drew back. “First things first, I need to take care of asshole…” She started to walk away, then looked back, “and when I get back I’m gonna let you in on a big surprise…Just you wait, love.”

With that she turned on her heels and headed out the door and down the hall…

Chapter Twenty-Eight

As Hutch walked down the hallway he noticed the increase of activity in the area. As he looked up he saw Nurse Nancy entering Starsky’s room with leather straps in her hand. He rushed in behind her to find two orderlies holding his friend down. Starsky was groaning and trying to get them to let go. In his condition, he really didn’t put up much of a fight, but he did have his left hand on one of the men trying to pull the orderly’s hand off of his chest.

“What is going on here?” He shouted as he approached the bed pulling one of the men away from his partner.

“We need to restrain him.” Nancy informed him.

“What the hell for?” Hutch asked angrily.

“He became agitated after we gave him the pain meds.”

“You’re not tying him down!” Hutch informed the room.

“Detective, we don’t have a choice.”

Hutch looked at Starsky, leaning over him staring him in his panic-stricken eye. “Starsk, calm down. You need to relax, if you don’t they’re gonna tie you down.” He did his best to get his friends’ attention.

Hutch, ‘elp.” He said.

“I’m here, buddy. Just relax.” Hutch pled with his friend.

Lisa…” Starsky said.

“What about Lisa?” Hutch asked.

Ricco…” He gasped.

“Starsk, you’re not making any sense. What about Ricco…? He’s downstairs, but he’s in custody…He’s not gonna hurt you anymore. ‘Sokay…”

Lisa, kill.” His eye darted back and forth, his breathing increasing and the tones of the machines reaching a fevered pace.

Dr. Carlson entered the room carrying a syringe in his right hand.

The nurse looked up at the tall blond by his friends’ side. “We need to sedate him, he’s gonna hurt himself if we don’t. We can’t have him ripping out his stitches.”

Hutch agreed until Starsky grabbed his arm with his left hand. “No, ‘utch…help…”

Before Hutch could stop him, Dr. Carlson had injected the medication into Starskys’ IV.

“It’s okay Starsk, I’m right here.” Hutch watched his friends’ eye as it slowly relaxed, blinking wearily.

Kill Ricco…” Starsky said as his head rolled to the side and he was out.


Dr. Carlson was explaining to Hutch about the reasons for Starskys’ odd behavior.

“It could have been a reaction to the morphine. It could be associated with his traumatic experience. I really don’t know, either way, we need to keep him calm and relaxed. We can’t have him ripping out any stitches or pulling on the tube in his chest.”

“I understand that Doc.” Hutch conferred with the man. “I just wish you had let me calm him down, my way. He doesn’t like not being in control, and I’m telling you, if you had just given me another minute or two, he would have been fine.”

“Well I’m afraid I couldn’t take that chance.” Dr. Carlson rebutted the blonds’ objections.

Hutch wiped his hand down the length of his face in frustration. They didn’t know Starsky like Hutch did, but they continued to seem to think they knew what was best for him.


Lisa was able to move freely through out the hospital, looking just like any other member of the staff. She made her way into the drug closet as well behind the nurse’s station. She grabbed a dinner tray from a cart in the hallway.

Lisa took the tray she was carrying down the deserted hallway. Stationed outside of Ricco’s room was a guard, as was customary for all prisoners. He was to be cleared the following day for transport to the State Penn to await trial. She tipped her head at the guard who opened the door for her as she entered. He quickly checked the tray to make sure it was free of any sharp objects that could be used as weapons, then gave her the clearance to proceed.

She entered quietly seeing her boyfriend sleeping soundly, she placed the tray on the table and reaching in her lab coat she took out a roll of heavy duty surgical tape and a wad of gauze.

Bunching up the gauze and placing a long strip of tape over it, she pressed it tightly over Riccos’ mouth and wrapped the tape around his head. He woke up quickly, but not fast enough to stop her. When she was finished she backed away from him before he was fully alert.

Both of his wrists were cuffed to the bed for safety purposes. She held up a syringe filled with liquid. Her left forearm housed a bruise from her previous encounter with this particular man. She brushed her bangs off of her forehead, also exposing a cleverly hidden knot above her eye. The remainder of her injuries were strategically inflicted by Ricco with enough expertise in the matter, to be covered by her clothes.

“Hey baby.” She smiled. “I have a confession to make…” She said as she approached his IV.

His eyes became wide with fear, he pled for mercy as she neared him, taking the plastic tubing in her hands and attaching the syringe into the to the stop cock valve of the IV. Holding his life in her hands excited Lisa. She smiled as she watched his fear.

“I wonder if this is how Vivian felt when I killed her...? That’s right honey, those boys didn’t cause your sister to die…I did…” She said, looking at his reaction.

He let out several muffled noises as his body thrashed about in the bed.

“See, she was just too important to you to keep her around…I got really tired of everybody paying so much attention to her, so much time and energy wasted, on her.” She flipped the valve on the IV to close off the fluids from the bag hanging on the hook, opening the flow from the syringe in her hand leading directly into his arm. She slowly expressed the liquids as she watched his face, contort in pure hysteria.

“I just don’t love you anymore honey…I love Dave…I guess I always have…And we plan on spending the rest of our lives together…but there was just one thing standing in our way…You…” She watched as his body stopped fighting, the fluids entering his system. She opened the stop cock valve back up letting the solution from the bag was through the tube.

“Wanna know something else? Dave never did hurt you sister…he hurt me…and that’s why he had to pay…But he’s sorry for that now…He loves me, I know he does…”

Riccos’ breathing began to slow. It felt like someone was squeezing his chest. His eyes were still wide in fear, he was dying, but he couldn’t fight.

“30mg of morphine…” She started to explain, wanting him to know what was happening to his body, wanting to watch him fear the death that was hovering over him, wanting to watch him experience every second of his body turning against him. “It only takes about 5 minutes,” She looked at her watch, “so I’d say you have about 3 ½ left love…It’s getting harder to breath, isn’t it? Best part about this shit is it fucks you up so bad, you can’t even fight it…”

She walked over to his side and watched as the life was slowly escaping him…When he was too weak to scream out she reached up and violently tore the tape from his mouth. His lips were already turning blue; the lack of oxygen the man was receiving was suffocating him. His eyes no longer frightened, instead there was a look of acceptance, of peace.

Lisa leaned over her former lover, looking deeply into his eyes as she saw them take on a vacant stare. She gave her man a final kiss, covering his mouth with hers, she remained joined to him as he struggled to take his final breath, only then did she pull away from him smiling and licking her lips.

“Goodbye.” She hissed.


Hutch sat quietly by Starsky’s side, watching as he slept peacefully. Even though the brunet was against sedation, Hutch was now beginning to feel that it was the best option as he watched his partner rest. He left his head fall back against the vinyl chair sighing heavily.

Code Blue room 126, Code Blue room 126…

Hutch heard the call over the PA system. He sat up furrowing his brow, something caught his attention, it didn’t hit him at first.

Code Blue room 126, Code Blue room 126…

Ricco’s room! He realized why that sounded so familiar, so close to him. It was Ricco’s room number. Hutch jumped up from the chair as he bolted for the door, throwing it open and running down the hall. Code Blue? How could that be? His injuries weren’t that serious. He was fine. Hutch’s mind was racing, as he ran to the elevator, pushing the button frantically like that would bring the car to his floor any sooner.

He paced back and force for at least ten seconds before feeling like it was taking way too long and heading for the stairs. Just as the door leading to the stairs closed, the elevator car arrived and the doors opened, Lisa stepping out onto the floor and headed for Starsky’s room.

The room was dark, the blinds closed, trying to give the patient as much serenity as possible. Lisa slowly sauntered over to Starsky’s bedside, tilting her head sideways, drinking in the sleeping vision of him. She raised her right hand to his face and gently brushed his curls away from his forehead. His right eye fluttered, responding to her touch.

She loved him; there was no denying that, now if only she could show him how much she cared. Her body ached for him, she was hungry, most of all she wanted, no needed, to make him happy. She took his left hand in hers, leaning over, she gently kissed the back of his hand. She extended his fingers out and placed the palm of his hand against her belly, covering it with hers, holding it in place.

“You feel that honey? Can you feel it growing inside me?” She whispered gently. “You need to come back to us. We both need you.”

He moaned.


Hutch stood in the back of the room as he watched the doctors and nurses worked on Ricco. There was one doctor performing CPR, while another was providing the rescue breathing. The cart with the defibrillator was wheeled to his bedside. The flurry of activity made Hutch’s head spin.

“Clear!” He heard someone yell out as the paddles were placed on his chest and his body jumped up off the bed.

They repeated the action several of times, new meds being pushed into his IV as the staff provided the ‘heroic’ measures Hutch was asked about earlier. He now understood why they called them ‘heroic’.

“Call it.” One of the men said, as the doctor in charge, looked at the wall clock and back to the patient.

“Time of death…18:46.” He said with a sound of defeat in his voice.

They group backed away from the patient as one of the nurses proceeded to turn off the machines and unplug the tubes and wires attached to Ricco’s lifeless body.

Hutch stood there in shock, watching the event play out in front of him. The doctor approaching the blond,

“I don’t understand how this could have happened…he was fine…” Hutch said, his voice shaking slightly.

“Frankly, I’m not sure what happened either. We will have to do an autopsy to find out the cause of death. None of his injuries were life threatening, it’s as if something more happened, something we didn’t catch, we didn’t see.” The doctor explained.

Hutch’s eyes opened wide as he recalled Starsky calling out Lisa’s name just an hour earlier.

Ricco…Lisa kill…” He heard Starsky’s voice screaming out to him in his mind.

“Jesus!” Hutch shouted out as he bolted out of the room, pushing the orderlies and nurses out of his path. He looked at the guard that was posted outside Ricco’s room and pointed at him. “You, come with me.” He shouted.


Lisa’s face looked tenderly at Starsky’s as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

“I’m sorry…” She sobbed as she looked over his broken body. “I didn’t want him to hurt you, not like this.”

His head moved slowly side to side as he groaned. “Lisa…” He said in a fog, thinking he was still talking to Hutch.

“I’m here baby. I’m here.” She cupped his face in her hand.


She grew angry that he was thinking about Hutch, calling out his name…She should be the only one he was thinking about, that was something she would have to fix…

“…’utch…Get Lisa…” He gasped, still fighting consciousness.

She reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair in her hand.

“Fuck Hutch!” She cursed as he opened his right eye.

His eye rolled backwards, and then to the front, fighting to focus through his drug induced haze.

Lisa?” He said not sure that she was really there.

“That’s right Dave, it’s me…” She released the hold she had of his hair.

Where’s Hutch?” He asked, swallowing hard, the beeping of his heart monitor increasing with his fear.

“Who cares about Hutch?” She said, lowering her mouth closer to his face. “Remember I told you I had a surprise for you?” She took his hand once again in hers, placing it against her stomach.

His head lolled to the side, trying to look at her, to plead with her. “Please?”

“Guess what honey?” She smiled as a tear glimmered in the corner of her eye, “I’m pregnant…I’m gonna have your baby…” She said as she smiled in delight. “Isn’t that wonderful news? Aren’t you happy…? We’re gonna have a child…” She raised her shoulders in excitement, biting her bottom lip waiting for his response.

Wha…t…? How…” His head was swimming…This couldn’t be real…It had to be a dream. Hutch would straighten it out. “Hutch, help…”

She threw his hand away from her stomach, “Hutch?” She yelled out, “You want Hutch, at a time like this? I just told you that you’re going to be a fucking father… and you want Hutch? What the hell is the matter with you; you’re upsetting the mother of your child? Is that really what you want to do?”

She reached in her lab coat and pulled out a small gun, holding it in her hand running her fingers across the cold steel.

“Looks like I have to get rid of Hutch too…Then you’ll be all mine…”

Noooooo…” Starsky begged.


Hutch was out of breath as he climbed the stairs three at a time; the guard from Ricco’s room was right on his heels.

His right arm grabbed the metal railing of the staircase helping to pull him up the flight even quicker. As they got to Starsky’s floor, they paused at the door. Hutch drew his Magnum and placed his finger to his mouth indicating to the guard to remain silent.

“I want you to stay outside his room, don’t let anyone in, you got that?” He whispered his instructions to the young officer that seemed both frightened and excited at the same time. He nodded in understanding to the tall blond as they opened the stairwell door and made their way to Starsky’s room.

They paused at his door as the guard flanked the left side of the door as Hutch slowly turned the handle pushing the door open one inch at a time.

He entered cautiously; the room was dark and poorly lit. He heard the beeping of the monitors racing and knew that his friend was in trouble. He proceeded into the room and allowed the door to close completely behind him.

“Nice of you to join us.” He heard Starsky’s female visitor speak.

“…utch…” Starsky moaned.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Hutch looked nervously over towards Starskys’ bed, giving his eyes a moment to adjust to the shadows hovering over the room.

“Step away from him.” Hutch ordered her, holding his gun out in front of him, ready to pull the trigger if necessary.

“I think you had better put your gun down, Ken.” She suggested.

Hutch felt his heart skip a beat as he made out her silhouette next to his partner. She was on the far side of his bed, her left hand holding his arm down against the bed. Hutch’s eyes traveled higher as he saw the outline of a gun in her right hand, the barrel pressed firmly against the brunets’ temple.

Sorry, ‘utch.” Starsky tried to look over at his partner; his head throbbed as he turned to see his friend.

“S’okay, buddy.” He smiled at the helpless brunet, then looked back at Lisa, “let him go, Lisa. It’s not too late.” He pled, keeping his weapon trained on her.

“Oh, but it is Ken, it is too late…Too late for Ricco, too late for you…And it’ll be too late for Dave if you don’t put down your gun…See I have no problem blowing his fucking brains all over this goddamned room.” She looked up at the blond with the coldest brown eyes.

“Lisa just take it easy, don’t do anything stupid okay? You don’t want to hurt him.” He raised his gun in the air showing her that he was no longer a threat. “I’m putting the gun down Lisa, just calm down…” He said as he slowly bent down, placing his gun on the linoleum floor.

“Kick it to me.” She said as Hutch placed his foot on it and kicked in her direction, it stopping by her feet, under his bed. She moved the gun in her hand and stepped away from Starsky, training her weapon on the tall blond.

Don’t ‘urt ‘im…” Starsky pled weakly. “Please Lisa…”

Lisa looked down at the man she loved, a lump growing in her throat. “You love him don’t you Dave?”

He blinked once with a slight tip of his head.

She wasted no time raising her gun and firing one round at Hutch’s feet. The noise causing Hutch to jump and making Starsky’s head pound, he closed his eyes tightly, then turned to make sure Hutch was still in one piece. The door to the room opened quickly, the guard attempting to enter.

“Get the hell out of here!” Hutch ordered as she fired another round towards the door, it closing quickly.

“You love him more than you love me and the baby?” She asked, looking down at the brunet.

“What?” Hutch asked, furrowing his brow, not sure of what he had just heard.

“Oh that’s right Ken, you didn’t know…Dave and I are gonna have a baby, I’m pregnant. Isn’t that great news?” She seriously expected him to congratulate them.

“You’re lying.” The blond accused her.

“No it’s true Ken, I found out for sure today, aren’t you happy?” She tried to illicit a kind word from the man that really held Starsky’s heart.

“How do you know it’s not Ricco’s?” He asked quickly, his eyes darting between her and his broken friend lying helplessly beside her.

Her eyes widened in anger. “You fucking bastard…” Her hand holding the gun began to shake, as she pulled the trigger, “it can’t be his, he’s dead. This is Dave’s baby, it has to be!”

Hutch hit the ground as he felt a blinding pain in his calf, both hand wrapping around his leg, as he backed himself up against the wall.

“Son of a bitch!” He cursed pursing his lips together.

She looked down at the blond as he writhed in pain, tears filling her eyes as well as his. “Dave, I can’t let him accuse me of something like that?” She whispered.

Lisa…” Starsky called out to her trying to get her to calm down. “S’okay…Let ‘im…go…” He swallowed hard, trying to formulate some moisture in his mouth so he could talk. “Please…don’t ‘urt…him…”

“Lisa, you might as well give it up…there’s no way…I’m gonna let you outta here. Put down the gun.” Hutch groaned as he tried to convince her as he closed his eyes squeezing them together tightly trying to shut out the pain in his leg. But she didn’t see it the same way.

“No! You can’t hurt me, I’m pregnant…” She argued.


“Okay Dave, it’s time for you to make a choice…me and your baby, or Hutch? What’s it gonna be?”

Lisa made her way around Starskys’ bed and approached the blond on the ground.

Hutch looked at Starsky and then back to Lisa. “You can’t make him choose.”

“Looks like I just did.” She pulled the hammer back on her gun and raised it higher, aiming for the blond man’s head. She looked back at Starsky and shouted. “Now choose, dammit!”

No…” Starsky gasped.

“Choose!” She commanded, her temper flaring to a dangerous level.

Starsky looked at Lisa then down at Hutch who was still holding his leg. Their eyes locked, he saw the hurt in his friend’s eyes, they spoke volumes to each other in that one brief stare. Hutch felt an undeniable guilt for letting his partner down, for not protecting him from Lisa. And Starsky in some way, felt responsible for the predicament they both found themselves in.

They both felt resolve and forgiveness in the others glance. Starsky nodded and looked back up at Lisa.

Don’t ‘urt…him…I’ll…be…with you…” He took a deeper breath, wincing in pain. “I’ll pick you…just let…’im…go…please?” He looked pleadingly into her eyes, into her soul. She could feel him inside her.

“I’m not leaving.” Hutch attempted to put in his two cents, but was quickly shut out. He could see the blood soaking through his jeans as he attempted to keep pressure on his leg, it was seeping between his fingers, feeling sticky and warm. He was trying to fight the wave of nausea flowing over him, causing him to swallow hard.

“No one asked you asshole!” She shouted at him as she back handed him with the butt of the gun, knocking him onto his side on the floor.

Hutch!” Starsky cried out.

Hutch felt the immediate trickle of blood begin to run from his temple across his brow. “I know what you’re doing Starsk, and it won’t work. I’m not leaving you, not again.” He grunted as he tried to push himself up off the floor.

Lisa walked back over to the bedside and bent down to retrieve Hutch’s gun out from under the bed. She held it in her other hand as she spoke slowly to the injured blond.

“You heard him, he wants me.” She said and then turned her gaze to the brunet in the bed. “I’ve never had someone chose me before.”

Let him go…” Starsky pled as she leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the lips, cupping his face in her hand. “Please…”

“Don’t do this Starsk…” Hutch begged his partner. “Lisa, don’t hurt him. Give yourself up.”

Neither one of them were listening to the blond on the floor. Lisa placed Hutch’s gun on the foot of the bed as she sat next to Starsky. “I love you.” She told him as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Shhh, s’okay…” Starsky whispered as she looked at him. He had almost calmed her down when she became agitated.

“Dave? Do you love me?” She asked pathetically.

Yeah Lisa, I do…Just you…and me okay?” He answered her trying to get her to trust him.

“I want you to do something for me.” She posed.

What is it, honey.” His eyes locked with hers, he saw the deep pain she held inside, a part of him pitied her, while another part loathed her very existence.

“I want you to kill Hutch.” She reached down and picked up Hutchs’ gun, emptying the chamber of all but one bullet. “I want you to prove to me, you love me and the baby.”

“Lisa…” Hutch started to say but was quickly silenced by a sharp paint that shot through his leg as he gasped and grabbed his leg. “Stop this…”

“I need you to do this Dave, do this for me.” She leaned forward and kissed his lips. She put Hutchs’ gun in his left hand and she raised hers and pressed it firmly against his temple. “Do it for us, honey.”

Starsky’s hand trembled, Hutch’s gun was heavy. He lifted it off the bed and pointed it in Hutch’s general direction, his mind racing, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn’t shoot him, yet, he couldn’t move fast enough to move and turn the weapon on her. He thought about shooting the one round into the wall beside the blond detective, but what if he needed that bullet later, there was only one in the gun, and he definitely didn’t want to waste it. And besides, his aim wasn’t what it should be right now, what if he accidentally shot Hutch, he couldn’t live with that.

“Do it, Dave…Shoot him.” Lisa urged.

Starsky slowly let his hand fall back down on the bed beside him. “I can’t.” He said weakly, “I can’t shoot ‘im.”

It seemed that she briefly considered spreading the brunets’ brain matter across the entire room, as her whole body tensed and her hand holding the gun to his temple began to shake. “Shoot him dammit!” She ordered.

No…” He defied her, knowing that this would anger her immensely, and praying that he would be at the receiving end of her torrent, and Hutch would be spared anymore pain.

He felt responsible for what was happening, responsible for Ricco, Julio and Lisa. He wished he had told Hutch the whole truth in the beginning, but it was too late for that now. Now, he was just hoping to keep his partner from getting killed.

“You fucking liar!” She shouted. “You don’t love me, you never loved me!” She pressed the gun even harder against his temple, contemplating his punishment. She quickly grabbed Hutch’s gun and threw it down to the foot of the bed. “How could you do this to me? You’re just like Ricco, you only cared if there was something I could do for you. Well fuck that!”

Starsky screamed out in pain as she reached down and grabbed a hold of his chest tube and shoved it in even farther.

“Lisa!” Hutch called out to her. “You can’t do this.”

“Shut the hell up asshole, this is all your fault. If he didn’t care about you so god damned much, he would have wasted your ass. But no, he’s got to give a shit!” She explained as she moved around to the other side of the bed.

She reached over and grabbed Starsky’s casted arm, lifting it up slightly, then slamming it down against the railing of the bed.

Jesus…” He called out as he bit his lower lip and closed his eyes tightly, riding the wave of pain making it’s way through his body. For a moment he thought he was going to throw up, and turned his head to the side until the sensation passed.

“Stop, please.” Hutch pled. “You’re gonna kill him…Don’t…” He felt so helpless lying on the ground against the wall.

Lisa pretended not to hear him as she reached in her pocket and pulled another loaded syringe from her pocket. Her eyes twinkled as the corners of her mouth curled up in a strained smile.

“You’re just like Ricco, you deserve to die like Ricco.” She moaned as Starsky’s eyes grew wide.

Starsky watched her as she attached the syringe to his IV. “Lisa…honey, don’t…”

He tried to stop her, but he couldn’t reach the IV, his right arm was pretty much immobile and the needle was in the crook of his left arm. He frantically tried to rub in against the railing to pull it out, but that did little good.

“It’s okay Dave, it doesn’t hurt. Matter of fact, Ricco looked like he kind of enjoyed it.” She smirked, as she slowly began to express the liquid into his IV.

Starsky began to feel his head swim, she stopped quickly after just a portion of the syringe had been injected.

“Now you sure you don’t want to shoot the Blond Blintz, over there? You kill him, an’ I may let you live.” She bartered with the brunet.

He blinked his right eye and tried to focus, swallowing hard and licking his lips. “I won’t do it…I can’t…”

“This is your last chance,” she said.

“Starsk…” Hutch pled, but for what he wasn’t sure. He knew Starsky would never shoot him; he would just as soon die before allowing that. But the blond detective couldn’t sit and watch her kill him. He rose to his knees as she swung around pointing the gun at him.

“Move and I blow your fucking head off.” She hissed.

“…utch…don’t…” Starsky tried to speak, but found annunciation difficult.

The gun shot echoed in his brain as he heard Hutch cry out.

Chapter Thirty

He turned his head to the side and saw Hutch lying on the ground holding his shoulder, the blood seeping through his shirt, his body twisting and turning on the linoleum floor as he fought to stay conscious.

Hutch…” Starsky’s heart ached as he watched his other half fight to stay alive.

Lisa moved back towards the brunet as she smiled. “You gonna miss him baby?” She taunted him, as she grabbed the syringe in his IV and slowly injected more of the morphine, but not using the full dose.

“…elp…utch…please…” Starsky begged, his eyes welling up with tears, he wasn’t asking Hutch for help, but asking for someone to help Hutch.

“Oh my God, that is so sweet. You really cared about him, didn’t you?” She said with an air of anger in her voice. “Why couldn’t you care about me that much, was that too much to ask of you?” Her voice began to crack, “Why couldn’t anyone love me?”

Lisa…” Starsky felt himself slipping into the dark world hovering over him. He heard Hutch moan in pain.

“I want you to watch him die, watch something you love, be taken away.” Lisa explained to the brunet.

Starsky felt his eye cross; it was getting much more difficult to focus, to concentrate, even to breathe. But he wasn’t scared, he was relaxed, calm.

Lisa turned her attention away from the man in the hospital bed and walked over to the blond groaning on the ground. She stood over him, enjoying his pain. She took her right foot and kicked him in the injured shoulder, causing him to yell out. Lisa looked back at Starsky to make sure he wasn’t missing the show.

The curly haired brunet was looking at them, his eyes filled with a pain she had never seen in any one before. His eyes locked with Hutch’s. They both exchanged apologies, thanks and goodbyes in a matter of seconds. Lisa saw their bond and became increasingly emotional.

Hutch looked back at Lisa, “It’s not…too late to stop…this, Lisa.” He tried to talk some sense into her.

“Shut the fuck up!” She commanded him as she used her foot and stepped on his shoulder, pressing hard against the open wound.

“Jeez, no…stop it!” The blond begged her, trying to lift her foot off of him with his hand.

“What’s the matter Ken? Can’t do anything about it? Can’t fix this mess?” She bent over as she spoke to him, raising the gun, aiming it at his head. “You’re not afraid to die are you, Ken?”

Lisa…” Starsky called weakly to her. “Stop…”

She continued toying with Hutch, not even looking over at the brunet. “It’s okay honey, it’ll all be over soon.” She said as she began to cry. “Why couldn’t you have just left us alone? Why couldn’t everyone, just leave us the hell alone?”

She was breaking, her world was crashing down around her and both Starsky and Hutch could see that. This was the most dangerous type of person, she was desperate.

Her hand that held the gun began to shake, she tried to blink away the tears in her eyes, “I’m sorry.” She wept as she raised the weapon higher, slowly pulling back the trigger.

The sound of the gun shot resonated through the room; Hutch closed his eyes tightly, waiting for death to welcome him, instead he felt something fall on top of him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He opened his eyes and found Lisa laying across the top of him, her eyes wide in fear. He grabbed her hand, making sure he took the weapon from her, then he looked back at Starsky who was lying in the bed on his back with the smoking Magnum in his left hand. His eyes were half closed, his head bobbed from side to side.

He pushed Lisa off of him and onto the floor; he saw the blood quickly flowing from the wound to her back.

“Help me…” Lisa begged as she reached her hand out to Hutch.

“Get me a doctor in here!” Hutch craned his neck, shouting as loud as his voice would allow him to. “Hurry up, I need a doctor!” He yelled out again.

Lisa gasped as her breathing became more difficult, “Dave, why?” She moaned weakly.

Hutch looked back up at his partner who let his head fall back onto the pillow, as a pathetic noise escaped his throat.

The door to the room opened abruptly and two armed officers entered with their weapons drawn. One went high, the other low, weapons out in front, being waived from side to side. Once they surveyed the room, they opened the door and called out to the others in the hallway. “All clear!” one of them informed the waiting forces outside as he kicked down the door stop, propping it open.

Several personnel entered the room, some from the police force and some of the hospital staff. Hutch was pushed back down to the ground as one of the staff assessed his injuries. Another rushed to Lisa’s side, as a melee of activity swooped in on them.

“My partner, how’s my partner? “ Hutch asked as the doctor tending him shouted out orders.

“I don’t know, they’re working on him.” He informed the blond detective.

“She gave him a lot of medication, she was trying to kill him…Is he gonna make it?” Hutch asked as he felt himself being lifted onto a stretcher.

“I told you, I don’t know.”

Hutch watched as an unconscious Lisa was lifted onto a gurney and hurried out of the room, her team of medics also shouting out orders at a fevered pace.

“She might be pregnant.” He informed her medics as they established an IV line in his left arm.

“Well, that would be the least of our worries right now.” One of them responded.

Hutch heard the methodical beeping of Starsky’s machines begin to slow as he overheard the nurse informing the doctor. “His blood pressure is dropping, 85/40, pulse 50, respirations 8.”

“What’s going on?” Hutch asked frantically. “Is he dying?”

Hutch’s doctor looked over at the team working on his partner and then looked back at the blond. “Get him out of here.” He ordered the nurses.

“No, I’m not leaving him. Answer my question, is he dying.” Hutch pursed his lips together, furrowing his brow, demanding an answer as the alarm sounded on Starsky’s pulse oximeter, warning the staff that his oxygen level was dropping to a dangerous level.

“What the hell is that?” He asked.

“I said get him out of here!” The doctor knew that the last thing Hutch needed was to sit here and watch his friend slipping away.

“Move me and it’ll be the last thing you do.” Hutch threatened as the nervous nurse looked at the doctor for advice.

“Give him 20 mg valium.” Hutch’s doctor ordered.

“I don’t need to be sedated.” Hutch argued, “I need to be with him.”

They moved Hutch towards the door as he argued with them. “Look,” The nurse started, “if we have to restrain you, then we will.” She informed him.

“Yeah? Well, I’d like to see you try.” Hutch said defiantly. He felt his head begin to swim slightly, and wasn’t sure how, or who, but was pretty sure they had given him the valium.

The next sound caused him to stop fighting and begin to panic…Starsky’s monitor’s stopped beeping and was one continuing high pitched squeal.

Code Blue, we have Code Blue…Get the crash cart…dammit…” Hutch heard someone from the room call out as he was taken through the door way and down the hall.

“Oh, Starsk, no…” He said as he laid his head back on his pillow reluctantly. “Please take me back to him…” He pled as they ignored his requests. “I need to be with him…” Hutch watched the lights on the ceiling pass as he was wheeled to surgery.


Hutch slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurred, and his mouth dry. He blinked quickly trying to push away the fog encompassing him. A face slowly came into focus, a woman. For a split second he gasped, remembering being in Lisa’s clutches.

“It’s ok, just relax. You’re fine now.” A calm soothing voice spoke to him as he felt a hand on his arm, squeezing gently. “My name’s Sally.” She smiled at him.

He was finally able to make out her nurses uniform, his body relaxing back, allowing him to instantly feel the pain shooting through his leg and shoulder. He winced as Sally bent over the bed, adjusting his IV.

“I’ll get you something for the pain, be right back.” She said as she turned to leave the room.

Wait…” He whispered.

“Yes?” She answered.

My partner…Dave Starsky…he was…he was…” Hutch stuttered.

“Oh I know, he was in room 403. I heard them say he coded.” She started to narrate.

Did…he…” Hutch couldn’t bring himself to say it, couldn’t do it. By somehow not saying it would mean it didn’t happen.

He looked at Sally with pained eyes, searching for hope in her face. She looked back at him, “No honey, he’s not dead. He’s alive.” She backed away from him allowing the blond to clearly see the bed next to his, in that bed was his dark haired friend, sleeping peacefully, and very much alive.

He didn’t even realize the smile that had appeared on his face or the tear that rolled down the side of his temple into his blond hair.

He’s okay?” He wanted more information, needed to know that his friend was going to make it.

“From what I hear, they think he’s gonna be fine. Don’t you worry about him none, he’s a stubborn one.” The nurse informed Hutch of her observations.

You got that right!” Hutch snorted in a brief laugh, then winced again in pain.

“So is that Captain of yours, he came down here and raised all kindsa hell with admitting, making sure you two were in the same room together. Said he’d have the department take the hospital apart piece by piece if we didn’t do as he said.” Hutch gasped slightly as a sharp burn seared through his leg, smiling inside as he thought about Dobey raising hell at the front desk of the hospital, yelling at some poor candy striper. “Let me get you something for that.” She said as she left the room in search for a doctor to sign off on some pain meds for the tall detective.

Hutch laid there staring at his partner, his friend, his other half…He couldn’t help but feel a hollow pit in his stomach when he thought how close he had come to losing him. It took several hours for the smile to leave his face.


Starsky slowly woke up, his head rolled to the side as he swallowed hard, trying to generate some moisture.

“Hey Buddy, it’s good to see you.” Starsky heard the familiar voice coming from his right.

The brunets’ eyes raised until he locked on something he had been searching for, something he yearned to see. “…utch…” He spoke weakly.

“Shhh, try not to talk. S’okay, I’m here.” Hutch tried to comfort him from the other bed as best he could.

You ‘kay?” He briefly closed his eyes fighting the urge to vomit.

“Yeah,” Hutch smiled at the big lug next to him. “Thanks to you, I’m fine.”

Good…cause I feel…like shit…” Starsky groaned.

“Want me to call the nurse? They got some great shit here. You won’t feel a thing, trust me.” He smiled.

No thanks…I’m just…glad to feel anything…right now.” He held his eyes tightly shut as the next wave flowed through him.

“S’okay Buddy, just breathe, it’ll pass.” Hutch tried to help Starsky through this bout of pain.

The door to their room opened and Dr. Carlson entered with an expressionless face. “Well I’m glad to see both of you awake.” He said in a monotone voice.

“Yo’ doc, he’s in pain, can you give him some of the stuff you guys gave me? That’s good shit.” Hutch sounded drunk, but happy.

No, don’t listen to him…I’m fine…” Starsky’s voice barely audible.

“Hey doc?” Hutch got serious for a brief moment. “What about Lisa?”

Dr. Carlson pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. “Well, I’m afraid she didn’t make it.”

Starsky’s eyes closed as his heart ached for a loss he wasn’t sure he had endured.

“About the pregnancy…” Carlson continued, but was cut off abruptly by the brunet.

No…” He snapped at the man. “I don’t wanna…know…”

“Hey, you sure Starsky? Don’t you think you might want…?” Hutch tried to convince his friend.

No…” Starsky turned his head to look at his partner. “It wouldn’t…change any…thing…” He sighed, their eyes locking.

Hutch knew his friend was right, whether Lisa was pregnant or not, the outcome was the same. She was gone, Starsky shot and killed her because he had no choice. She was going to kill both of them; it was killed or be killed. Perhaps not knowing for sure, was the best way for him to deal with the guilt of the ‘what if’s’, that he was constantly contemplating. Like ‘what if his last name began with an ‘A’’…


Six Months Later…

They were both sitting at a booth in Huggy’s bar enjoying a cold beer and each having one of the manager’s specials. A beautiful red head entered the place and headed directly up to the bar. Hutch couldn’t help but notice his partner watching her as she placed her order with Diana.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?” Hutch asked the brunet.

“Huh, what? Nah, not me.” He said looking back at Hutch.

“Why not?” The blond continued to pry.

“I dun’t wanna.” Starsky just shrugged his shoulders at his friend.

“Starsk, it’s been 6 months, I think it’s time you move on. You need to jump back in the pool. Trust me, the waters fine.” Hutch smiled. “Besides, for the past half a year, it’s been just you and me buddy, aren’t you sick of me yet…What are you afraid of?”

“Maybe I just don’t wanna let anyone too close right now. I just need some space.”

“Not everyone is gonna hurt you…you know that don’t you?” Starsky looked at his blond friend, considering the proposal. “Go on, you can do this.” Hutch pushed him.

Shrugging at his friend, smiling and throwing his napkin on his plate, he rose from the table. Tugging on the legs of his jeans as he stood, he looked down at Hutch and winked, “Time to get right back on the horse.” He clicked his tongue in his cheek and headed over to the poor unsuspecting target.

He walked up next to her with all his boyish charm, leaning up against the bar on his elbows as Diana served the red head her drink. He held up one finger, ordering himself a beer, pulling his money out of his pocket and offering to pay for her drink.

“I’ll get that Diana.” He said as he tipped his head to the beautiful woman next to him.

“That really isn’t necessary.” She responded to his generosity.

“Nonsense, I insist, a gorgeous lady like you shouldn’t be buying her own drinks.” He stated nervously trying to impress her. He cleared his throat. “By the way, my name is Starsky, Dave Starsky…” He looked over at Hutch, signaling him with a wink as he reached out for her hand…

The End