Disclaimer: I do not own the guys; I just tend to play with them a bit…
Dedication: Thank you to all my many friends that I have found through writing
fan fiction, you all know who you are…
Warnings: This one may be a bit dark at times and some scenes of torture lie
ahead…
Chapter One
Hutch
sat at his desk, looking at the clock. His partner was late again. Only difference
was this time, Dobey was waiting for him. He had already poked his head out of his private office twice, looking to see if
the dark haired detective had arrived yet, leaving Hutch to have to try and make excuses for his friend. He could feel Dobey’s
frustration increase with every passing minute. Hutch knew that he had a new case to discuss with them, but he also knew that
his Captain would prefer to speak with both of them at the same time. Hutch could
feel his own irritation at his partner start to peek as time passed by.
Finally,
Starsky came bouncing through the swinging doors as Hutch’s head snapped up to meet his whistling partner. The tall
blond stood to meet the brunet as he entered the room completely.
“Where
in the hell have you been? You’re almost an hour late and Dobey’s been hollerin’ for 30 minutes…asking
me where the heck you were…” Hutch spat as Starsky smiled, raising
a hand and passing him by.
“Look,
if you had a night like I had, you’d understand…” Starsky responded as he took off his jacket and draped
it across the back of his chair.
“Whatsa
matter, what happened last night?” Hutch asked with genuine concern.
“Remember
Sheila, the waitress from Harry’s bar and grill, the one with the big…” Starsky raised his hands to his
chest but was cut off by his partner.
“Yeah,
yeah, yeah…I know her, what about her?” Hutch asked impatiently.
“Well,
her an’ I went out last night…” he paused looking down at his desk modestly, “…then we went
back to my place for a night cap.” He looked up at his partner, his eyes sheepishly searching Hutch’s icy blue
ones for understanding.
“And?”
Hutch prodded.
“And
what? Do I really have to spell it out…she came back to my place…an’…an’, well, let’s
just say she kept me up all night, I barely got any sleep at all…I’m beat, you’re lucky I was only an hour
late, this morning she was trying to get a command performance, if you know what I mean.” Starsky explained as Hutch
felt his face flush in anger.
The
blond pursed his lips together as he spoke, “You mean to tell me, that you’re late…”he looked around
noticing that other detectives were taking note of their conversation he lowered his voice “…cause you got lucky?
Is that what you’re trying to tell me buddy?”
“You’re
just jealous…” Starsky snipped back as he thumbed through some folders on his desk, “If ya’ want I
can ask Sheila if she can hook you up with one of her friends, or maybe even her sister…she’s also got big…”
“Starsky,”
both detectives snapped their heads around to find themselves face to face with a very angry Captain, “just what in
the Sam hell took you so long to get your sorry behind into work?” The rotund black man asked, his eyes bulging.
“Well
you see Cap’ I was just telling Hutch here that last night…” Starsky caught his partner’s eye, catching
the warning, “…um last night I think I may have eaten something I shouldn’t have…” The brunet
shrugged at the tall blond, swearing he saw him blush. “And it made it hard to get outta bed this morning, sorry Cap,
it won’t happen again, I assure you.”
“See
to it that it doesn’t! No both of you in my office, now!” Dobey bellowed as he turned and went back into his room,
leaving the door open.
Hutch
waved his arm gallantly, offering Starsky the lead as he took up the rear. Starsky knew that he had let his partner down,
and he would have to make it up to him, he knew that lunch would be on him, probably for the rest of the week.
Starsky
entered first and took his seat on the left of Dobey’s desk, leaving Hutch to close the door and take the chair on the
right. Their Captain sat behind his modest desk, it looking almost too small for a man his size, he rifled through a tan folder
on his desk, separating photos and papers as his two finest detectives got settled in, exchanging curious glances with one
another in anticipation.
“I
got a lead on a new case I want the two of you to work on…I know you don’t normally do missing persons, but I
think there is more to this one.” He handed the folder with the separated papers to Hutch, who leaned forward to take
it willingly. “The family of this man,” he directed them to the photo on top, “believes that something has
happened to him.”
“Why’s
that Cap?” Hutch could tell form the condition that the photo was many years old, it was even discolored slightly.
“His
name is Gordon Silverstein, he’s a 29 years old transient.” Dobey explained.
“Well
if he’s transient, what makes him a missing person, where’s he’s missing from?” Starsky asked as he
leaned over to look at the photo.
“It
seems that even Mr. Silverstein had a routine, a routine that he had committed to firmly for the past 5 years. Every Friday
night he would call his sister to check in. Now, they all knew that he was a drunk and was homeless, but the weekly phone
calls were always placed, no exceptions…”
“And
he stopped calling?” Starsky questioned.
“That’s
right, he stopped calling about four weeks ago, but from what his sister said, the last call from him is what has her so worried.”
Dobey explained.
“How’s
that Cap?” Hutch raised one eyebrow in query.
“He
said that he had a run in, a run in with an anti-Semitic group that had threatened him and that he was scared…the following
week, the calls just stopped.”
Starsky
sighed with a heavy heart, being Jewish himself made it hard for him to comprehend or have any type of compassion for people
that felt that way, Hutch looked over seeing the strained look on his partner’s face, knowing that this case was going
to be a difficult one for him to have to face. The realization that people out there still felt that there was a ‘superior’
race, and that they needed to secure their place in this world.
“Where
do we start?” Hutch asked his superior officer.
“Well,
we checked the sisters phone records and the calls from her brother always came from the same place, a bar just on the outskirts
of town.”
“Looks
like that’s our starting point.” Starsky said as he started to rise.
“Correction
Starsky, it’s his starting point.” Dobey said pointedly as both Starsky and Hutch exchanged worried glances.
“Whattya
mean by ‘dat?” Starsky asked, his heart skipping a beat.
“Exactly
what I said…I want Hutch to go in, alone…no offense Starsky, but you’ll stick out like a sore thumb in that
place. I want him to go into the bar, maybe poke around a bit…see what you can learn without letting on that you’re
a cop, at least not at first…I think that to be able to find out what really happened, you may have to go all the way
in.” Dobey explained.
“An’
just what in the hell am I supposed to do in the meantime?” Starsky inquired, the feeling of fear and anticipation beginning
to rise in the brunet’s soul. They never liked when one had to go in without the other, it made them nervous, and for
good cause, it always too a potentially volatile situation and actually increased the danger 10-fold.
“You’re
gonna sit back and do the leg work, check into leads, run the checks on the suspects, and basically keep your eye on him from
a distance. I can’t send Hutch in, claiming to be an anti-Semite and then show up with his obviously Jewish friend,
now can I?”
“I
don’t like it.” Starsky blurted out in protest.
“I
knew you wouldn’t, but we have no choice, this is they way we have to play it…now what I was thinking was you
go in first Hutch, maybe appear there a few times, mingle with the regulars, then when the time is right, I’ll send
Starsky in, you and he will get into some kind of an altercation, where you will make a show of your disdain for a man of
his…shall we say his values and beliefs.” Dobey concluded.
“I
think this assignment stinks Cap.” Hutch retorted sharply.
“I
know you do son, so do I…I myself have been subjected to racism all my life and believe me, there have been many of
times that I have had to swallow my pride and go along with something for the greater good.” Dobey looked up at the
brunet who was now pacing the room, “You gonna be able to handle this assignment Starsky, or do I need to make some
changes in the roster?”
“Nah,
you don’t need to make any changes, if you’re about to send my partner into a hate group, I’ll be damned
if anyone besides me is gonna be watching his back…even if it is from a distance.”
Both
Starsky and Hutch locked eyes, the one action speaking volumes with out voicing a single word out loud. This was going to
be hard on both of them, equally appalling and uncomfortable, but at least they could do this together and try to make it
as easy as possible for the other, knowing that their best friend was with them the whole way.
“Now
I think that when you two get together in the bar, Starsky you and he need to start a confrontation, I think you really need
to take it over the top…make it a physical fight, we need people to see and believe that Hutch as much prejudice as
possible. I know it is gonna be tough, but we have to make sure it’s believable.” Dobey stated.
“You
want us to actually fight?” Hutch inquired, not completely comfortable with the idea.
“I
think that is going to be the only way, don’t you?”
“Look
Hutch, it won’t be the first time that we’ve had to pretend to fight, remember when we took on IA, and fought
Knight and Williams…I had to deck you then, but you got over it. Look at this as your way to get even.” Starsky
joked.
“I
don’t want to have to hit you Starsk.” Hutch added.
Starsky
crossed the room and knelt next to his partner’s chair, placing a supportive hand on the blonde’s forearm.
“What,
you afraid I’m too much of a sissy to take a punch from you? Give me a break, you can’t hit that hard.”
Starsky tried desperately to make this easier on his friend. “Look Hutch, I know this is going to be tough, but you
can do this, we can do this Buddy, you an’ me.”
Starsky
stood and looked at his Captain. Dobey flipped his head slightly towards the door, giving the curly haired brunet a subtle
hint to leave the two alone.
“You
two keep talkin’, I’ll be right back, gotta use the John.” Starsky excused himself and rushed out of the
room and headed down the hall. In normal circumstances, he would have never left the room, anything that Dobey had to say
regarding the case could have been said in front of both of them, but Starsky sensed the difficult time his partner was having
with this one, and he really felt that Dobey needed to talk to him alone, and get to the root of Hutch’s uneasiness.
As
soon as the two were alone, Dobey opened the conversation, “You don’t have to do this Hutchinson.”
“Whattya
mean?” Hutch asked, his mind elsewhere.
“I
can see how you’re struggling with this and I need to make sure you’re okay with it.” Dobey stated.
“M’
fine, I just hate to think about a group of anti-Semitic people getting too close to me…you know…Starsk used to
tell me about people he knew, back in New York, some of them were really prejudice, but then when he moved out here, it was
even harder on him, a nice Jewish boy from New York, he stuck out like a sore thumb…I just hate the thought of trying
to get close to a group like that, they make my skin crawl.” Hutch spoke with a deep resolve and intent in his voice.
“You
think I don’t know about racism Hutchinson?” Dobey
asked, looking up through hs brow at his officer.
“I’m
sure you know all about it Cap’n, but I still think it stinks…”
“Would
it make it any easier if I bring in someone else instead of Starsky to take your heat? I mean I don’t have a lot of
options, but I’m sure I can find someone. If that is what you decide, it stays between these four walls and you an’
me…nothing gets past those doors. Hey, there’s always Rosenfeld in traffic…”
Hutch
furrowed his brow at his superior, “Cap, Rosenfeld is in his fifties, I’m not gonna pick a fight with a man that
is about to be a grandfather!”
“Well,
what about Steinmetz?” Dobey offered.
“Just
forget it Cap, leave it at Starsky, I’ll be fine…I just need to talk to my partner.” Hutch said as he rose
and moved to the door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open, “We’ll check in with you tomorrow.”
Dobey
watched as Hutch disappeared behind the door, he knew this was going to be a tough assignment for the tall Nordic, but he
also knew he would face it like he did everything else, bravely and unwaveringly.
As
Hutch walked down the busy hallway towards the bathroom, his mind flashed back to a time when he and Starsky had set up another
fight, a public feud when the were trying to catch some vigilante cops that were taking the law into their own hands and murdering
suspects before they ever got to trial. They were at a bar called Nellie’s and they staged what started out as a verbal
confrontation, in front of several uniformed officers, and it escalated into a physical fight. Hutch would never forget the
look on his partners face after the brunet’s fist had connected with the blonde’s jaw. He saw the instant pain
and concern that nearly overcame the rambunctious detective, and how Starsky had to fight with the urge to run to Hutch’s
side to make sure he was okay, and to apologize for decking him. Hutch would never
forget the haunted look that washed over his partners face, he himself didn’t want to have to feel that kind of
pain, and he didn’t want to hurt him, physically or emotionally.
Hutch
paused briefly at the door to the men’s room, he slowly used his right hand to push the door open, taking his time as
he passed through the doorway. He found his boisterous partner standing at the sink, washing his hands, looking up and catching
his eyes in the reflection of the mirror in front of him.
“You
an’ Dobey done already? I figured I’d come back an’ you two would still be at it.” Starsky quipped.
“Yeah,
were done…I’m taking the assignment Starsk.” Hutch announced.
“I
see, well if you’ve decided to take this, then may I suggest you get your mind on
this case, and off of the fight with me. You need to just let it go, I know it’s
hard…you an’ me have been trained to watch each others backs and protect the other one, not hurt them…but
you gotta let go of that, even just for a little bit…it’ll be okay, I promise…it won’t be easy, but
it’ll be okay…” Starsky said his cobalt blue eyes trying desperately to pierce his partners. Hutch avoided
his friends all knowing glare as he turned to walk out of the men’s bathroom.
“Since
when did you get all philosophical?” Hutch snorted as Starsky moved towards the door too.
“Me?
Philosophical? Is that what that was called?” Starsky enjoyed making fun of himself as well as making fun of his buddy.
“And you try to make it look hard to do…” The brunet shook his head as he made his way through the door
that hutch held open for him, causing the tall blond to smile, shaking his head as well and following his spunky partner out
of the station and to his Torino.
Chapter Two
Both
detectives sat inside the Torino, parked just down the street and around the corner from
the bar that Hutch would need to enter, alone, just the thought of that in itself,
made Starsky nervous. They went over last minute protocol and emergency procedure if Hutch found himself in trouble, before
the two locked eyes giving a silent ‘see ya later’ in their gaze at each other. Both of them knew the increased
dangers anytime either of them went in without the other, and it made the stress meter rise to an almost unbearable level.
As
Hutch moved to get out of the car, Starsky leaned across the seat, looking up at the tall blond, who suddenly looked even
taller as he rose out of the candy apple red car.
“Look,
you watch your back in there, ‘cause I won’t be there to do it for ya’.” Starsky implored his friend.
“Ah,
isn’t that sweet, you’re worried.” Hutch said smugly.
“This
ain’t no joke Hutch, I don’t like sending you in alone an’ you know that!”
“Well
it’s not like I can just walk in with my Jewish friend, yelling anti-Semitic slurs, with you by my side.” Hutch
explained to his worried partner.
“Yeah?
Well if you ain’t out in 2 hours, I’m comin’ in loookin’ for ya!” Starsky vowed as he started
his car, allowing the monstrous engine roar at his command.
Starsky
pulled away from the curb, his tires squealing as he sped down the street, Hutch watching him until he disappeared completely.
The
tall blond shook his head as he watched the man that meant more to him than any other person, disappear down the road. He
realized that what he was about to do, was to protect people like him, people that had certain beliefs or certain morals that
not everyone agreed with, but everyone had the right to have. It suddenly struck him that this case was more than just one
of finding missing person, or persons, but more about stopping people from spreading hatred that spawned like an infection
in a dirty wound.
Slowly,
Hutch made his way inside the smoke filled bar. He took immediate note to the cliental. The place was filled with middle class,
fair skinned men gathered in small groups. Many heads looked up at the Nordic as he walked in. They exchanged glances and
whispers, obviously discussing the stranger.
He
made his way up to the bar, finding even the bartender himself saunter up to him speculatively.
“What
can I get for you stranger?” He asked Hutch.
“Just
a beer.” Hutch answered short and sweet.
The
man turned and drew a draft from the tap and placed it in front of the new man in his establishment.
“That’ll
be fifty cents.” He requested payment in full, hoping that this new visitor wouldn’t be sticking around for more
than that one glass.
Hutch
looked around and noticed that almost militant appearance by nearly everyone in the room. He dug deeply into his pocket and
fished out several bills, laying them on the counter. “Just keep ‘em coming.” He requested.
Hutch
downed his first beer, feeling the eyes of everyone on him. He had an uneasy feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. He watched
two men playing pool, pushing himself away from the counter and walking towards them.
“Mind
if I take next game?” Hutch asked, being ignored by both players, as the two exchanged glances amongst themselves.
Hutch
spent the rest of the evening, being pretty much ignored, but noticed just the same. He made sure that he was out within the
two hour time limit that Starsky had stipulated. He knew his friend and he knew that he meant it, if Hutch wasn’t out
in that time frame, the hot headed brunet would come flying through the front door for sure.
~~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~~~
Jason
Kiles was an average sized man, with a large ego and a large following to boot. He had many faithful men that hung on every
word and belief that he laid down. He sat in his darkly paneled office, sitting in a high back leather chair as he looked
at the check in his hands for $50,000.00. He was a business man, and he was good at what he did. The one thing he had never
anticipated was the 13 year old boy that came in with is next acquisition. Jim Rigsby had screwed this one up, but it wasn’t
a complete loss, he would still get the monthly check for the father, and he would have to tend to and train his bastard child
until he was fit for sale himself.
He
looked at the photos on his desk, the pictures of broken, beaten men in the hands of their new ‘owners’ and the
thought aroused him. He was making a good living by brokering out the newest wave of slaves. Jewish men and boys sold to the
highest bidder for a life of hard labor and servitude that even the black man rarely saw. This was a new breed of horrific
abuse that actually brought excitement to the man behind it all, the one that made the decisions and the money at the expense
of others.
Jason
Kiles managed his business with an iron fist. They would prey on those that were loners, drifters. Ones that had no family
to speak of, no one to miss them, no one to wonder where they had disappeared to, no one that cared if they were alive or
dead…He was brought out of his daydream by a loud knock on his door, three successive raps, jarring him back into reality.
“C’me
in!” He shouted as he heard a slight struggle on the other side of the door. The wooden panel was thrown open quickly
and roughly, the handle bouncing of the wall as it flew to the side.
Two
very large men were grappling with a third, smaller and weaker man that was positioned in between them, his hands tied behind
his back, his chin dropped to his chest. He was sobbing hysterically, barely
making any sense at all, “Please, please, please…he’s all I got…” The dirty dark haired man
pled with his captors.
Jason’s
face lit up in pleasure as the man was brought closer to his desk and knelt before him.
“Well
if it isn’t Mr. Stern…” Jason begun tauntingly, “I see you are willing to accept your fate…”
The
dirty man, lifted his head slowly, his eyes red and puffy from crying, his face stained heavily with the dirt from the work
yard, “Please Sir…he’s my boy…he’s all I got…Ill do what ever you say…just don’t
hurt my boy…he’s just a kid…” the sorrowful man pled with Jason.
“An’
I just bet you’d do anything to protect your kid, now wouldn’tcha?” Jason asked, his eyes growing dark and
intense with the power that filled him.
“Yes
Sir…please…I’ll do anything…” He gasped as his eyes locked with the man’s behind the desk.
“You
have no clue how right you are…you will
do anything!” Jason hissed as he leaned forward slightly. “Believe me, I’d just as soon kill that bastard
Jew boy of yours, to save me from looking at his sorry, pathetic ass. But I’ve decided to show you some mercy an’
spare him to ensure your loyalty to the cause…”
“Thank
you….” He said as he tried to control his breathing.
“If
you behave yourself and do as you’re told, now and after your sale…I will keep your son alive…” He
stood up from his chair. “But if you so much as crap without being told to…I kill him!” He snapped his fingers,
“just like that! You hear me?”
The
man nodded obediently, inhaling quicky, “Y…y…yes Sir, whatever you say…p…please…just don’t
hurt ‘im…”
“I
think you may be ready for your new home Frank…”
“Can
I see m…my boy one last time…please?” He implored his captor as Jason snorted in laughter at his question.
Jason
looked at the two men holding Frank Stern by the arms. He smiled satisfactorily as he tipped his head at them and the one
to the right sprang from the room. “Sure you can Frank, one last time, but that’s it…” He said as
he rounded the desk and approached the defeated man, “But let me make myself perfectly clear…your boy will stay
here, in my care, until he himself is ready for sale. I will feed him, house him, and train him…he will be safe until
the time comes for him to move on to his new owner like you’re doing now. Keep in mind, if I hear anything about you
misbehaving or not fulfilling your duties for your new master…I won’t think twice about killing your boy.”
He leaned forward, whispering ominously in the man’s ear, his breath hot on Frank’s cheek, “An’ I
am going to make sure that your boy suffers a painful and long agonizing death…he will pay for your sins…”
he hissed. “I’ll make you wish you had killed him yourself…”
~~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~~~
Hutch
returned to the bar for the forth consecutive night, over the past several days he had been able to strike up conversations
and even played a couple of rounds of pool with some of the patrons. He had heard several underlying comments that could be
construed as a racial slur, but only if you were looking for it, so he decided
to let them go rather then call too much attention to himself. He needed to be careful how he went about infiltrating this
group, they needed to trust him, he needed them to believe his hatred which was going to be a difficult feat for Hutch to
achieve. Every fiber of his being fought against racism and the evils that spawned from such hatred. How could he expect them
to believe something he was so against.
He
mingled with the crowd and exchanged greetings from many of the regulars as he wandered up to the tall bar counter. He lifted
his finger to the bartender as the man had already begun pouring the blond a frosty beer. Grabbing his refreshment, he made
his way to the opposite side of the smoke filled bar. He watched the two players presently occupying the pool table, recognizing
them immediately as a couple of young men that he had spoken with over the past few days.
The
shorter, darker man Hutch knew as Jim Rigsby walked toward, flipping his head in acknowledgment. Over the period of a few
short days, Hutch had been come to be known to them as Kent Cummings, a salesman that had originated from Duluth, Minnesota and was transferred out here with a large
pharmaceutical company, trying to climb the corporate ladder. He had also woven a complicated tale of his brother-in-law that
had joined the company after he did, and was moving up the ranks faster…he contributed that to the fact that he was
of a different ethnicity and that the company wanted to show its Equal Opportunity Employment for the world to see.
“So
Kent how’s things with your brother-in-law?”
Rigsby asked as he walked up to the tall blond man offering his hand to shake, which Hutch took, still hold his pool cue in
his left hand.
Hutch
took a deep breath, he knew what he wanted to say, but he was also aware that it was going to hurt to say it, whether he believed
his words or not, it was going to hurt, “Same as usual, kissing ass and making his Jewish way up the ladder!”
Hutch snapped as he closed his eyes briefly trying to get rid of the nasty taste in his mouth.
Hutch’s
stomach knotted as they continued the conversation. “Yeah, well what’d you expect?” Jim responded as he
moved back towards the pool table to take his shot.
“Well
I sure didn’t expect my own sister to marry on of him.” Hutch retorted as he looked over his shoulder at the bar
behind him, and then returned his gaze to the men before him.
“Maybe
you should have taught her better…” Rigsby said out of the corner of his mouth as he bent in half at the table,
concentrating on the white cue ball, closing one eye, taking aim, then coiling back his arm, and taking his shot. Hutch heard
the clicking of the balls hitting each other, but noticed that he didn’t hear that distinct sound of one of them being
pocketed, as he rose and headed back for Hutch.
“Yeah,
I know what you mean…if I had to do it all over again, that Jew would have never made it to the wedding.” Hutch
quipped, whispering slightly.
“I
hear you buddy, I hear you…” Rigsby concurred as Hutch watched on. He really hated what this whole conversation
consisted of, he never wanted this case, he hated everything it stood for, but more importantly he was worried about saying
something that would hurt his friend.
“Do
you, do you really hear what I’m saying…it just drives me nuts that the Jews, just like the blacks, think that
they were served such an injustice that now humanity has to spend eternity making it up to them. It wasn’t them that it hurt; it was their ancestors…why should they reap any benefits for being an inferior race?”
Hutch spewed quickly having a difficult time getting that last sentence out.
“Yeah,
you think so?” A voice boomed from the bar as the three men by the pool table turned to face the intruder, “You
honestly think that being either black or Jewish makes someone inferior?” The dark, curly haired man spoke as he looked
straight ahead, bringing his frosty glass to his lips and sipping on his beer.
Hutch’s
heart began to race, this was a critical moment in the case, a staged fight between he and his partner. He had to make sure
the others in the bar didn’t attack him first, and also make sure that he, himself would be able to take a swing at
the man that was his closest friend, closer than his family…How was he going to be able to intentionally hurt the man
he had been trained to protect?
Chapter Three
Hutch
took the first step towards the rude intruder as the other man, Jim Rigsby and his friend Kyle Montag watched on, moving slowly
closer, watching the tall blond approvingly.
“I’m
sorry, did you say something?” Hutch asked Starsky as the brunet turned slightly on the barstool to face his partner.
“Yeah
I did, but perhaps all that blond hair is plugging your ears…” Starsky snapped, turning completely around so that
his back was against the bar. “An’ you have the balls to call us the inferior race.” His face grew intense,
he knew he would have to push his friend’s buttons in order to get him to play his part.
“Well
I don’t recall anyone invitin’ you into our conversation, or asking your opinion!” Hutch spewed with as
much venom as he could fake.
“Don’t
mind me sayin’ so, but I didn’t exactly think you or your Nazi friends over there were gonna give a rat’s
ass about my opinions, but I felt compelled to share them with you anyway…” Starsky stood up off the stool, taking
one step towards Hutch.
Their
eyes locked, Starsky saw the desperation in his partner’s gaze, the doubt, the fear. Hutch’s ice blue orbs pled
with his for a way out of this, he didn’t want to do this, and for a moment, Starsky thought he may not.
“Look
Buddy,” Hutch said, raising one finger, shaking it in Starsky’s face, “I’m warning you, all your people
want is a free ride, you want something for nothing…”
“My
people?” Starsky yelled, the vein in his neck bulging slightly as he played his part, “You make it sound like
they’re all like me…you don’t know me, or my people!”
Hutch
looked over his shoulder at the two spectators then back at Starsky, his intended target. His heart hurt as he thought of
hurting him, he wondered if he could pull this off without laying a hand on Starsky, without having to hit him. Starsky caught
the hint of hesitation in his partner’s mannerisms, hesitation that could get him hurt or even killed.
The
tall blond waved his hand in the air as he turned to walk away, “Oh you’re not even worth my time, you and your
Jew relatives need to go back to your ‘holy’ land and get the hell outta America!” Hutch fumed as he attempted to take a step away from the brunet just to find himself being jerked back by the elbow and whipped around.
Out
of nowhere a fist connected with his jaw, snapping his head to the side, not really hurting him, but surprising him.
His
eyes widened as he looked into Starsky’s cobalt blues, saddened that his partner did that, knowing that there was no
other way out now, he was forced to play his hand, pulling his fist back and snapping it forward connecting with his best
friends cheek.
Starsky
flew back against the bar counter as his arms flailed for something to help him keep his balance. He stumbled against the
wood edge before regaining his balance, pausing and then pushing his body up to a standing position, He looked over at Hutch
and a piece of his heart broke as he saw the pain in his partner’s face. He remembered that feeling, a couple of years
ago, when the roles were reversed and it was he that had hit the tall lummox, he remembered clearly how terrible that felt
and how much it hurt. He knew that Hutch was suffering and he knew that he had to push him just a little further.
He
straightened up and pulled on his shirt, moving it back into position, placing his right hand on his cheek, he looked up at
Hutch, looking deep into his pleading eyes.
“Is
that all you got?” Starsky asked as he took one more step toward his friend, glancing over to see the two observers,
smiling and whispering approvingly.
Hutch
begged him with his eyes, not to come towards him. He wanted so desperately for Starsky to just stay put. Hutch figured that
enough was enough and this was plenty to get him on to the next level, but Starsky just had to make sure.
Starsky
shoved Hutch hard enough to make him take to small steps backwards, sighing heavily, knowing what was to come. Biting his
bottom lip, he bent forward and delivered a punch to Starsky’s midsection, bending the curly haired man in half, and
Hutch leaned over him, whispering in his ear.
“No
more…please?” He whispered as he heard Starsky gasping for air. He didn’t hit him hard, but must have hit
him in just the right spot to knock the wind out of his best friend, finding it difficult himself to breathe.
His
left hand was grasping Starsky’s leather jacket, right at his shoulder, subtly squeezing it tightly in support, while
looking like he was man handling the insubordinate man. He jerked Starsky to his feet just as Jim Rigsby approached the duo,
delivering his own message to Starsky’s jaw, once again sending the brunet wheeling back into the bar stool, tripping
and landing flat on his backside on the hard wood floor. The bar erupted in cheers as Hutch saw that this situation was quickly
getting out of control. What had started out as a bar brawl was about to turn into a brutal beating. Both detectives locked
eyes yet again and Starsky saw the emotion in Hutch’s face, knowing that he was about to put a stop to it, he sternly
looked at his partner expressing his own wishes to let things play out for now.
“I
think he’s had enough, don’t you?” Hutch stepped in between Rigsby and Starsky.
“Whatsa
matter Kent, you going soft on us now? After all, you started this, we just thought we’d help you finish it!” He spat as he took another step towards the injured detective.
“Yeah,
well first of all, I don’t need anyone’s help finishing off a worthless Jew! And second, I don’t think he’s
worth any of us going to jail for assault.” Hutch explained, sensing that Rigsby relaxed a little. “There’ll
just be more of them around the next corner, there’s no way to get rid of them, their like an infestation.” Hutch
seethed in Rigsby’s ear as the man took one step back, away from Starsky, much to Hutch’s relief.
Rigsby
looked up at his partner, Kyle Montag, flipping his head to the side, “Take the piece of trash out to the garbage!”
He directed his partner as he and two other men that were at the bar jumped in, taking Starsky under his shoulder and dragging
him out the back door.
Jim
Rigsby looked back at Hutch, looking him up and down, admiring what he had just witnessed. He placed a long white cigarette
in his mouth, letting it dangle precariously. He circled the tall blond, eyeing him. Hutch couldn’t help but allow his
vision to follow his partner as he was drug through the kitchen and out the back door. He was relieved that it was over for
his friend, and he hoped that they would not need to repeat this performance. There was a knot in the pit of his stomach,
he felt nauseous, dirty about what he had just done. Looking back at Rigsby, he saw him take a shiny silver Zippo lighter
from his pocket, flipping back the lid and striking the round wheel, igniting the flame and bringing it towards his cigarette.
He took a long and purposeful drag off the stick as he flipped the lid of his lighter closed.
He shut one eye to keep the smoke from filling it as he returned the lighter to his pocket, and took the cigarette
out of his mouth with the other hand.
“What
are you lookin’ at?” Hutch asked him, showing that he held no fear of the man.
“I’m
looking at someone that interests me a great deal…I like how you handled that man, and I’d like to discuss a proposition
with you.” Rigsby lowered his voice for only Hutch to hear.
“I’m
listening…” Hutch retorted sharply as he moved towards the back part of the room with his new friend.
“See,
I have these acquaintances…they think just like you do, only differences that they act on their emotions and feelings.
They take their philosophy on life and the proper order of things, and actually do things to make it right again.” Rigsby
explained.
“Just
exactly what is it they do to act on it and make things right?” Hutch asked, his interest peeking.
“Well,
lets just say that they will show you in time…if they decide you’re worthy of becoming part of our organization…but
that isn’t up to me to decide, however I am pretty damn sure, they’d love to get the chance to meet you…”
he stated as he took another long drag off of his cigarette, inhaling slowly, taking it in as deep as his damaged lungs would
allow.
He
held out his pack of Winston cigarettes, offering them to the tall blond in front of him as Hutch waved him off.
“So
when do I meet them?” Hutch asked, looking straight ahead at the other patrons in the bar, noting how there was only
fair skinned white customers here. No blacks, no Hispanics, no brunets…Hutch’s stomach turned as he thought about
his partner and how hateful these people were towards them, for no apparent reason. He hated playing along, acting like one
of them, but he kept his eye on the prize, the possibility of bringing these people down and ridding the world of this so
called ‘organization’.
“No
time like the present.” Rigsby answered as he flipped his head towards the front door, “I have a car waiting outside.”
Hutch’s
heart skipped a beat and his gut twisted as he realized that these men were moving fast, almost too fast. By going with them
tonight, he would have no way to inform Dobey of his whereabouts, no way to have Starsky follow him and watch his back, but
if he didn’t go with them right now, that would raise red flags to the suspects, they would figure that Hutch was not
who he was pretending to be and that in itself, would jeopardize this whole case. He looked back towards the back door of
the place, where the other two men had taken Starsky out, he knew that his partner was going to be furious with him, but he
would make it up to him…later…after tonight’s meeting. He also knew Starsky, and knew that he would be mad,
but he would get over it, he always did. Hutch nodded in agreement and followed Rigsby out front to a waiting limousine.
~~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~~~
Starsky
was thrown roughly to the ground, the uneven asphalt skinning the palms of his hands as he tried to break his fall. He barely
had a second to catch himself before feeling a boot to his side, knocking him over. He let out a long, loud groan as he landed
on his side, gasping for air.
He
looked up at Kyle Montag as he walked over to him, cracking his knuckles in his fists, grinning broadly, thoroughly enjoying
the pain he was inflicting on the man on the ground. Starsky blinked hard, trying to help clear his vision and fight through
the pain that was searing in his side. He focused well enough to see a second and then a third man approaching him, all of
them standing around him in a circle, looking down at him, snorting in laughter and then exchanging glances amongst themselves.
“What
say we finish him off?” Montag spoke malevolently.
“Let’s
do this shit!” The man standing above Starsky’s head snorted as he stepped a little closer.
“Don’t
do this…” Starsky pled as his plea was cut of and he felt a crush pain on his right ankle, Montag lifting his
own leg and bringing the full force of his boot right down on Starsky’s bent foot.
An
almost animalistic growl came from the detective’s throat, his body contorting, trying to curl up to protect his badly
injured ankle as he vaguely heard the roar of laughter come from the three men around him.
Starsky
heard muffled comments, but wasn’t sure which one was talking, “Piece of shit Jew…you’re all alike…”
He
lifted his head to look around; there was no one in site, no one he could see in the dimly lit alley, the smell of rotting
garbage making him almost nauseous. He felt another hard blow hit him between his shoulder blades, knocking his whole body
back to the ground. He thought briefly about calling for help, shouting out,
but if Hutch came to his rescue, his cover would be blown, putting both of the detectives in grave danger. He realized, he
was alone, and we would have to get out of this one by himself. He tried to lift himself up.
“Just
like your kind, stupid as a bag of rocks!” Another comment was shouted at him. Just keep getting up, asking for more
you ignorant fuck!”
Out
of nowhere, another wicked slam connected with his temple, snapping his head to the side. His mind swam, he felt himself losing
consciousness, he knew he was out of fight, it was all he could do to stay awake at this point and a part of him wished he
wasn’t.
His
head fell, lying against the damp rocky asphalt; he blinked hard, fighting against the darkness that was threatening to consume
him. He was vaguely aware of a few more strikes that his body was taking, but at this point, he hardly felt them. He closed
his eyes, and prayed that he would just make It through this one, that one of these guys wouldn’t take it any farther,
he imagined a knife, being shoved deeply into his chest, he kept his eyes closed, if he was about to be mortally wounded,
he didn’t want to see it coming. He thought again about screaming out for help, but now it was too late, he didn’t
have the energy or the ability to exert such force. He was at their mercy, at the mercy of men that would just as much skin
him alive then look at him. He new he was in dire trouble.
Starsky’s
body curled up in the fetal position, a last ditch effort to try and protect himself from more injuries. The brunet detective
heard some more conversing, some loud yelling, his mind couldn’t decipher the words, but there were more people around,
he knew that. Then suddenly the pain stopped, the attack ceased. He found himself being turned over on his back, young men
kneeling at his side, slapping his cheek telling him to hang on, help was on the way. Finally Starsky allowed the comforting
blackness that had been stalking him, consume him once and for all as he drifted on into the shelter it provided.
~~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~~~
Hutch
climbed in first, his tall frame making it difficult to maneuver his way around the inside of the limo. He positioned himself
on the seat that had its back to the driver, looking around the car, and behind him at the tinted window separating the front
of the car from the back. Montag and his partners, Winters and Hudson climbed in next, each of them flanking either side of
Hutch, while Montag sat facing the trio. They were followed closely by Rigsby who sat directly opposite Hutch.
The
tall blond detective noticed Montag, Winters and Hudson’s
jovial attitude, almost celebratory. Montag grabbed a bottle of champagne as the other two grabbed glasses and offered them
to the others in the car.
“Did
you see when I stomped on his leg?” Montag asked his two cohorts, “I swear, I think I broke the fucker’s
ankle!” He laughed as he popped the cork on the champagne. Hutch looked on horrified at what he was hearing. A lump
rose in his throat as he had to struggle to swallow it.
“I
know, and then my right hook across his temple! Blam!” Winters recreated his swing as Hutch saw the drying blood that
stained his knuckles. “Should have been lights out right then! He was one strong ass Jew, I’ll give him that!”
They roared in laughter, high fiving each other victoriously.
“You
guys continued to beat on him?” Hutch asked astounded and scared to death at losing the ability to control his reaction.
“You
bet we did, felt good too…until those damn good Samaritans ran us off…”
Hudson chimed in as the filled their glasses and passed
them around the car for a toast. Hutch couldn’t believe that he was actually about to toast Starsky’s misfortune.
Rigsby
sat back and quietly observed the interaction and recount of his men, approvingly.
Chapter Four
The
light drizzle that blanketed the air drifted over Starsky’s limp form. His skin glistened from the moisture as his clothes
began to hold in the wetness, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.
Two
men rushed to his side, taking position next to the injured and barley conscious detective. The one to his right, gently patted
his cheek, “Come on Starsky, wake up…can you hear me? Wake up…” He pled as Starsky’s head lobbed
from side to side. He was moaning and mumbling with a low throaty tone.
“….u..tch…”
he groaned, his head again swaying back and forth “…utch…”
The
man to the left of Starsky looked up at his partner, speaking rapidly, an obvious panic evident in his shaking voice. “Dobey’s
gonna kill us when he finds out we let this happen to him…” He shucked off his coat and laid it over the injured
detective, trying to warm him up.
“Just
shut up and go call for an ambulance, tell them officer down and get some back up over here.” The more senior officer
directed his partner as the younger man ran off.
“Dave,
it’s me…Roger…hang in there, you’re gonna be just fine, helps on its way, just hang in there.”
Officer Hancock tried to comfort his colleague.
Within
10 minutes both officers could hear the sirens from emergency vehicles cutting through the night air, from a distance at first,
but slowly moving nearer. They kept Starsky as comfortable as possible until the EMT’s arrived to take over his care.
~~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~~~
The
limo had been driving around town for about 15 minutes, they were still within the city limits when the car pulled into a
parking lot and stopped. Hutch looked around inquisitively, and he furrowed his brow and returned his attention to Rigsby.
“What’s
going on, why’d we stop?” Hutch asked.
Montag
reached into his pocket and pulled out a long black cloth strap, “Put it on.” He ordered.
Hutch
snorted in laughter, “What are you kidding me? You want to blindfold me? Whatsa matter, don’t you trust me?”
Hutch tried to joke, but he knew this was no laughing matter. Once his eyesight was taken away, he would have little to no
idea where he would be traveling. He would have no way to find his way back, no way to go for help if he had no clue where
he was. He also knew, he couldn’t refuse their request.
Shrugging
his shoulder he half smiled, “Suit yourself.” As he leaned forward, allowing the man sitting next to him to apply
the blind fold securely, and he made sure he did.
“No
just sit back Kent, and try to relax.
I promise you’re going to enjoy what I have to show you.” Rigsby vowed as Hutch did his best to keep his nerves
calm. He kept thinking about his partner and praying that he was okay. He knew Starsky was the strongest man he had ever known
in his life and he knew that he was okay, he had to be.
He
needed to know that his friend was okay, he needed to ask, but he was afraid to. He leaned forward; his ran his hand through
his blond hair as he thought of a way.
“That
Jew back there, at the bar…” Hutch started, a lump getting caught in his throat. “You killed him, right?”
Hutch spat out, the rancid taste of those very words burned his mouth.
“We
were about to until a couple of good Samaritans ran us off. But don’t worry, he’ll feel us with him for a long
time to come.” Montag seethed as he and his posse gring and laughed in unison.
“Well,
I guess you did the best you could.” Hutch sat back, sighing slightly, relieved that his partner had help.
“Maybe
next time…” Rigsby stated coldly, “but I seriously doubt we’ll see his ass again!”
“Of
course, that would be if he were smart, but no one ever accused a Jew of being smart, now have they?” Montag chimed
in.
Hutch
said a silent prayer for his partner, he was worried about him and sickened by his present company, he found himself with
a newfound resolve to but these men behind bars and get their hatred off the streets of Bay
City.
~~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~~~
Dobey
stood in the stark white hallway with the two detectives from the bar that were supposed
to keep an eye on Starsky and Hutch. His anger was evident in his body language as he berated the two officers.
“Just
how in the Sam hell did you let this happen? I got one of my finest officers in the emergency room, and the other is missing!”
Dobey bellowed, his voice echoing in the empty space surrounding him. “Weren’t you supposed to be watching Hutchinson in the bar?” He directed the comment towards Officer
Hancock and then turned to Smithers, “an’ you, you were supposed to be watching Starsky! You two did a great job!”
He shouted as he walked away in a huff, having to pace the hallway to get some of his anger and worry out of his system before
he blew a fuse.
Both
Hancock and Smithers looked at each other, they felt terrible about what had happened, they already felt like they had let
their own down, and now, Dobey was just reinforcing their guilt.
“Captain,
I swear, we tried,” Smithers, called out to his superior, as his more senior partner tried to stop him. He knew that
Dobey needed to rant, and the last thing he wanted was excuses. “One minute they were there, the next, they were gone…we’re
lucky we stopped the guys in the alley before…” his words were cut off abruptly.
Lucky? Lucky?” Dobey yelled as he turned back around to face the rookie. “Detective
Starsky is in there right now, being x-rayed, poked and prodded, his partner Detective Hutchinson is gone, and I have no idea
where he is, and you think I should consider myself lucky?” Dobey’s eyes bulged. “You obviously don’t
know these two officers very well, but I tell you what I am going to do for you, how about I let you tell that man in there,
that you lost his partner, and then let him know how lucky he is!” Dobey
growled before turning quickly on his heels and storming away.
Hancock
looked at his partner, their eyes meeting briefly as the more seasoned officer just shook his head in disgust at his young
and very green partner, before he too walked away.
“Who’s
with Detective Starsky?” A voice broke there train of thought and current focus as Dobey headed right back to greet
that doctor, extending his hand.
“I
am, I’m Captain Dobey, Detective Sergeant Starsky’s superior. How is he? Is he okay doctor?” Dobey asked,
his face lighting up in anticipation.
“I’m
Dr. Weaver; Detective Starsky is going to be just fine. He took a good beating, but nothing appears to be broken. He has a
badly right sprained ankle, some bruised ribs and several contusions, but other then that, he seems to be fine.” The
doctor explained his findings. “We’d like to keep him overnight, but the patient is refusing that, so we’ll
be sending him home with some ice packs and pain medication.”
“Can
I see him?” Dobey asked anxiously.
“Of
course you can,” Dr. Weaver agreed as he showed the way with the wave of his hand.
Dobey
took two steps towards Starsky’s room, and then turned back to look as his two other officers, “Would you care
to join me Smithers?” Dobey asked, raising one brow curiously.
“N…n…no
thank you Captain, I…I think I’ll just wait out here if that’s okay.” He responded nervously. Starsky’s
reputation for being hot headed and very protective of his partner was well known around the station, causing a lump to form
in Smithers’ throat as he swallowed hard, trying to calm his fears.
“Yeah,
that’s what I thought!” Dobey snapped as he turned and continued into Starsky’s room, preparing himself
to tell the brunet that Hutch was gone.
Dobey
pushed the door open slowly as he heard the hinges creak. His gaze was immediately drawn to the brunet lying on the gurney
in the well lit room. Starsky was propped up, several pillows behind him. He was wearing on of the bland off-white hospital
gowns and his right ankle was elevated and propped up with the help of rolled blankets. A large ice pack draped the bruised
joint as the detective immediately perked up, seeing his captain walk in.
“Cap,
m’glad you’re here, listen can you tell them I need to get outta here?” Starsky pled.
“Take
it easy Starsky; the doctor is drawing up the discharge papers as we speak.” Dobey informed him and then tried to lighten
the mood. “Look, when I told you and Hutchinson to get into a scrap, I surely didn’t expect you to take it this
far.” He smiled as his finger waved in front of him, making his way down the entire length of Starsky’s prone
body. “I guess I shoulda told that partner to take it easy on ya.” He joked.
“Look
Cap, speakin’ of Hutch…” Starsky started to ask, but was cut off ny Dobey.
“Well,
I’m expecting you’ll get even with him, but right now, you’re in no condition to do much of anything, so
I’m outing you on medical leave. Doc wants you out at least a week.” Dobey
tried to avoid eye contact with the curly haired man.
“Cap,
where’s Hutch?” Starsky asked, suddenly getting a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, knowing that there was
something the large black man was trying to avoid telling him.
“Don’t
you worry about Hutchinson, we’ve got it all under control.”
Dobey lied.
“Yeah,
well then where is he?” Starsky asked as he sat up, knowing that he needed to get to him.
“Well,
we don’t exactly know right now, but we hope to hear something any minute.” Dobey answered as he felt Starsky’s
anger start to rise.
“You
what?” Starsky shouted, the veins in his neck bulging, hi brow furrowing. “You lost him. You lost Hutch! Is that
what you are saying?!?” Starsky growled menacingly as his dark indigo eyes focused on his Captain.
“Well
yes, I’m afraid so son, Smithers and Hancock were looking after you, you were injured and they needed to get you help…”
Dobey tried to explain.
“By
getting me help, they lost Hutch!” He spat as he swung both legs over the side of the bed, throwing back the blanket
they had draped him with. “Son of a bitch! God dammit! How could you have let this happen?” He slid off the side
of the bed, landing on his good foot, “You were supposed to keep him safe!” He gingerly put pressure on his sprained
ankle, wincing in pain as he did it.
“Look
Starsky, I’ve got every man out there looking for your partner…” His words were cut off again.
“Every
man but me!” Starsky snapped angrily as he carefully hobbled over to his clothes that were placed on a chair next to
the door.
Stopping
just short of the chair, he inhaled sharply as his body screamed in agony with every move. His muscles cramped, his bruises
throbbed, his head pounded with every beat of his heart, but none of that was going to stop him, he was going to go find his
partner. He paused briefly while he waited for the room to stop spinning. Reaching for his clothes, he hopped back to the
bed, leaning against it for support as he pursed his lips together, fighting through his pain. His breathing increased as
he struggled with his shirt.
“Look
here Starsky, I can’t have you out on the street in your condition, you need to leave it up to us to find your partner…”
Dobey pled as he attempted to help Starsky with his shirt.
“Yeah?
Is that right Cap’n” You’re gonna find Hutch…just like you were gonna keep an eye on him in the first
place?” Starsky seethed as he sat on the bed, trying to pull on his jeans.
The
words cut through Dobey’s heart like a knife. He had come to love these two detectives like sons, and when one of them
was in trouble, both of them were. Dobey placed his large pudgy hand on his forehead, his fingers massaging his temples. Starsky
took a deep breath, immediately regretting his words.
“Look,
Cap, m’sorry, I didn’t mean it, it’s just that I gotta find him.” Starsky said, his heart and words
heavy and bursting with emotions.
~~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~~~
Hutch
lost himself in the rhythmic lull of the limousine as it rolled through the city. He could hear the light drizzle and the
noise the tires made as they rolled across the damp pavement.
“You
remember the week’s books and receipts didn’tchya?” Hutch recognized Rigsby’s voice.
There
was an eerie silence that blanket the car and then Hutch heard what he knew was a slap, skin against skin.
“M’sorry…I
totally forgot…I got so into kickin’ that Jew’s ass that I forgot ‘bout the books.” Montag tried
to explain.
“Sorry
ain’t gonna cut it!” Rigsby stated. “Driver, pull over!” He shouted as Hutch felt the limo slow to
a stop and a door being opened.
“Well
can’t Andrews pick ‘em up?” Montag asked.
“You
damn idiot, Andrews at work, a very important case, he won’t be back till the end of the week!” Rigsby seethed,
“Now you get your ass back to the bar and get the receipts!”
“But
how am I supposed to get back to camp?” Montag questioned.
“You
figure it out! That’s what you get for fucking up in the first place!” Rigsby retorted as Hutch heard the car
door slam shut and the tires squealing as they peeled away.
Chapter Five
Dobey
watched as Starsky struggled to pull on his jeans, wincing as the heavy Levi fabric hit against his swollen bandaged ankle.
The brunet stood up, balancing on one foot as he buttoned his too tight jeans, that he would have give his right arm for some
breathing room. Sitting back up on the edge of his bed, he put on his left shoe, and then attempted to slip the right one
over his foot, inhaling sharply through his teeth in pain as it passed over his heal. He left the blue Adidas untied as he
looked up at his fretting Captain.
“Look
Cap, you know as well as I do, Hutch needs me to be watching his back, not anyone else.” Starsky explained.
“I
know that son, but you’re in no condition…” Dobey tried to explain but was interrupted.
“No
condition for what?” Starsky barked.
“No
condition to be out there looking for your partner, that’s what!” Dobey barked right back.
The
door opened and a young, beautiful nurse entered with a clipboard, and a pair of crutches.
“I
have your discharge papers detective,” she began to talk as she walked up next to the brunet, setting aside the crutches
and leaning in just slightly so he could smell her perfume, “if you wouldn’t mind signing here, and here,”
she pointed to the clipboard, but Starsky wasn’t looking at her hand.
“I’d
be happy to, Miss?” He asked, both eyebrows wagging in curiosity.
“You
can call me Maureen.” She hissed as she handed him a pen. “I’m going to give you your prescription for pain
medication, you are to take it as needed, and follow up with your regular doctor in seven days.” She instructed him
as their eyes locked.
“Maureen,
I like that name, a bit old fashion, but pretty.” Starsky tried one of his oldest lines in his book to strike up a conversation.
She
blushed and smiled as she turned on her heels, looked at Dobey and flashed a pearly white smile. “You have a mighty
fine man here Captain.” She teased as she pulled the door opened to be met by the two officers that were instructed
to watch over both Starsky and Hutch.
Starsky’s
face turned from pleasant to anger in about a half a second, “Just which one of you geniuses was supposed to be watchin’
Hutch?” He growled as Dobey stepped forward.
There’s
no reason to place blame, for all we know your partner’s on his way to your place looking for you.” Dobey tried
to calm Starsky’s fears.
The
brunet grabbed the crutches, placing them under each arm, and glared at the two officers, “For both of your sakes, you
better hope he’s right!” He snapped as he hobbled towards the door, Hancock opening it for his colleague.
“I
want you to go home and get some rest, an’ that’s an order!” Dobey commanded as Starsky looked back over
his shoulder. “I’ll have one of my men drive you home.”
“Well
if I can make a suggestion,” Starsky spoke intently, “it’d better not be one of these yo-yo’s.”
He exclaimed, flipping his head towards the two, “Or I’ll probably never make it there!”
~~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~~~
Hutch felt the car take a sharp turn as his body fell
to the side, not prepared for the sudden change in motion. He felt Winters push him back upright
position as he heard someone chuckle. He could tell by the sound the tires made, that they had left the pavement and he thought
they might be in muddle or loose gravel. He heard the sound of the car hitting potholes, splashing
the puddles against the underside of the car.
Winters spoke, “You can take off the blindfold now Kent , we’re here.” Hutch reached up, and lifted the cloth from his
eyes as the car took another sharp turn. The tall blond dipped his head slightly to look out the window just as the car passed
through a chain link gate.
He witnessed two guards, hurrying to close the large
gates as the heavy rain beat down on them. The long black limo pulled to a stop along side an old gray building. The door
to the car was opened as Rigsby slid out. Hutch looked at the men beside him, waiting for the okay
to make his way out of the car as well. Winters tipped his head, flipping it towards the opened door as Hutch pulled himself
forward, ducking just enough to clear the roof, his long legs leading the way out of the vehicle as he awkwardly climbed out.
He stood up, his hands wiping the wrinkles from his
pant leg. He lifted his head to find himself staring into the barrel of a gun, pointed directly at his head. He was quickly
joined by Winters and Hudson .
“What’s this all about?” Hutch stammered.
“Simply a precaution, I’m sure you understand.”
Rigsby spoke as Winters circled the tall blond, Hutch following with him
with his pale blue eyes.
Winters began patting down the detective as Hutch instinctively
lifted both arms above his shoulders.
“Nothing wrong with being
careful.” Hutch agreed as he was silently relieved that he had decided to leave his revolver behind, just incase
these guys decided to search him.
“Well we wouldn’t wanna
let some one in here with a gun, or even worse…a wire…” Rigsby stated as Winters finished searching the detective. Both Winters and Hudson
flanked either side of the Nordic.
Hutch looked around the facility. He saw tall chain
link fences, topped with loops of horrific looking barbed wires. There were a few tall concrete towers, with glass rooms,
occupied by men with what appeared to be automatic weapons. The poorly lit grounds were illuminated by some spot lights and
other older looking lamps. He lifted his head as he watched the rain that misted gently through the ray of yellowed light.
The men that walked the grounds wore heavy coats, and weapons that were slung around one shoulder and under one arm. A sudden
gust of wind chilled the seasoned officer to the bone as he wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing both sides of his upper
body trying to fight off the cold. Most people passed him by without giving the visitor a second glance, but a few managed
to look him up and down speculatively. He saw many buildings, all with heavy bars over every window and every door.
Hutch’s detective instinct kicked into high gear
as he felt a sick feeling swelling deep inside him. He knew, there was no turning back.
~~~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~~~~
Starsky
pulled up to the front of the bar. He knew that Dobey would kill him if he knew the brunet was here. Reaching his left hand
over to the seat beside him, he retrieved his Beretta, , pulling the slide back and checking it,
before leaning forward and placing it in the back of his waistband. He pulled open the heavy Torino
door as he swung both legs out of the car, and used the door to pull him into a standing position. He was thankful that he
had decided to take the prescribe pain medication before he left his apartment, his ankle throbbing, even without any weight
on it. He gingerly place weight on his right ankle, still stabilizing himself by his left, until he got a little bit more
comfortable with the minimal pressure he allotted the injury. Starsky’s face still bore the evidence of the battle he
was in earlier that evening. His eye was discoloring rapidly, sporting a purple and burgundy hue, his swollen lip just minutely
noticeable over his enlarged cheek. Starsky flipped up the collar of his brown leather jacket as a light mist fell, blanketing
his curly hair.
He
limped towards the entrance of the bar, suddenly feeling so alone without his partner beside him. Every step took effort;
every move caused his body to scream in protest as he tried his best to fight through the pain. Starsky instantly felt every
eye in the place, turn and focus on him as he entered the bar. He didn’t care, this was the last place Hutch had been
seen, and so it was the first place he started his search. He straightened his posture as he walked through the establishment
and right up to the bar. The man behind the counter smirked approvingly, when he saw Starsky’s battered face.
“You
gotta lot of nerve coming back here.” The man spoke in a low grave whisper.
Starsky
looked around, searching for a face he recognized, one that was with his partner, or one of the ones that escorted him into
the alley. He saw none of them. The brunet leaned in towards the bartender.
“I’m
looking for that tall sadistic blond. You know, the one that took the cheap shot at me earlier. You seen him?” Starsky
asked, doubting that the man would be forthcoming.
“Don’t
you think you better get the hell outta here, before someone takes you out?” The man seethed.
“Too
late!” A voice came from behind Starsky as the brunet whipped around, finding himself face to face with Montag.
Apparently
someone had gone back to the office where the man was collecting the books and the week’s receipts, and let him know
they had a visitor. He was more then eager to come and greet the intruder, several other large men circling the brunet.
“Shows
what a stupid Jew you are…can’t believe you brought your sorry ass back here!” Montag hissed as he flipped
his head at his colleague that was nearest to Starsky.
With
the quickest movement Starsky had seen in a long time, the man to his left had a weapon drawn and pressed painfully into Starskys
temple. The brunet winced in pain as every inch of his body protest the fast jerky movement. He felt the room spin slightly
as he was turned and thrown against the bar, bending him at the chest. His actions and reactions were slowed by his previous
attack as well as the pain pill he took just to get to the bar, suddenly he regretted that decision.
Starsky
found himself, painfully pinned up against the counter, his arm twisted and bent unnaturally up his back, the brunet grimiced
as he suck in air through his teeth trying to keep from screaming out.
“Let
me go! I’m warning you!” Starsky spat defiantly.
He
heard most of the patrons in the bar roar in laughter at his expense as he realized that this might not have been such a good
idea.
“Don’t
you worry, I heard you was looking for Kent,
and I’m thinkin’ I might just be able to help you out. He said he was just saying to finish you off!” Montag
fumed as his men searched Starsky, reaching around the front of his waist, and then moving to the back, quickly pulling out
his Beretta.
The
man smiled satisfactorily at Montag. “Looks like this Jew boy was fixing to plug our Kent.” He said as he handed the weapon to Montag.
“Well
maybe Kent can use this gun here to splatter
your brains all over the camp.” He stated as he placed Starskys weapon in his own waistband.
“Camp?”
Starsky gasped, “What camp?”
He
received a shove, forcing him deeper into the bar, forcing his already bruised ribs against the hard surface, knocking a lot
of the wind from his lungs.
“You’ll
see…you’ll see.” Montag stated eerily as he waved to his partners, and Starsky was lifted off the counter
and pulled into a standing position.
Starsky
glared into Montag’s eyes. “You’re makin’ a big mistake, I wouldn’t do this if I were you.”
He said, calmly as the other two men began to tie his wrists together.
Starsky
had mixed feelings, he was worried about being taken prisoner, but thankful that it appeared they were taking him to Hutch.
He
went along willingly, but into what, he had no idea.
“Bag
him!” Montag ordered as Starsky’s head snapped up, his brow furrowing in concern as a burlap sac was quickly pulled
over his head. The brunet began to struggle as he felt a cinch slowly being tightened around his neck. He couldn’t see
anything but a very few shadows, the rope around his neck becoming more and more uncomfortable as he thrashed about trying
to free himself, but realizing that he would have to calm down and succumb to their methods, or risk being killed before ever
getting to see Hutch again.
Chapter Six
Hutch
stood under the thin aluminum awning as he heard the pinging of the rain drops hitting the cover above him. He looked around
and saw very few people milling about. Across the yard, he saw a door open to a warn building, an armed man stepping through
the doorway, followed by another haggard figure. The second man was thin and wearing torn clothes. Hutch immediately noticed
his bare feet and the way his shoulders slumped forward, apparently riddled in defeat. A third man brought up the rear, he
too was armed with an automatic weapon. It took a few minutes for Hutch’s eyes to make out the shackles that adorned
the prisoner’s wrists and ankles. The tall blond watched in horror as the man was led to the center of the yard, to
a small cage, one of three lined up side by side. They approached the middle cage, four barred walls and a barred ceiling.
The men accompanying him used a key to open the box as the prisoner obediently entered the 5 x 5 foot cell.
“What’re
they doing to him?” Hutch asked his tour guides.
“Allowing
him to serve out his punishment.” Winters explained as they all watched
on.
Hutch
was almost unaware of a young boy that ran up to his side, eyeing the new stranger, looking him up and down, excitement filling
his face. Hutch broke gaze from the man in the cage only briefly to look at he young man, he smiled, tipped his head and the
returned his gaze to the appalling ritual that was playing out before him. He vaguely heard Winters addressing the young man
as Billy, and asking why he was out of his room. Hutch didn’t even hear the child’s response. The tall blonde’s
face paled as he watched the guards unlock his shackles, and close and secure the door, locking it with the key from the outside.
The man immediately began to unbutton his shirt, looking straight ahead, out into space, not making eye contact with anyone
or anything. He striped off his shirt and his body began shivering in the cold, damp night air. The fog that escaped the prisoner’s
mouth with each exhale was evident, even from Hutch’s vantage point. The man then pulled his worn, stained cotton pants
down, off his waist, dropping them to the ground and stepping out of them. He bent over, picking them up, and handing them
to the guard through the bars of his cage. He turned and stepped to the back of the small box, sitting in the corner, his
body trembling even harder now, as he sat against the hard cold concrete, his eyes again fixing on something only he could
see, straight ahead of him, barely blinking, focusing on something no one else could see.
Hutch’s
gut wrenched as he watched this man suffer the ultimate humiliation, he was naked, sitting in a cage in the middle of the
courtyard. Three guards passed him by, two of them taking the time and effort to turn their heads and spit on him, hitting
him in the face, and on the chest. The man never flinched.
“How
long do you keep him out there?” Hutch asked.
“Most
infractions earn anywhere from 24 to 48 hours in the box.” Rigsby answered.
Hutch
turned his head to look at the young boy who had stepped even closer to Hutch, his eyes locked on the prisoner in the cage.
The blond sensed his fear and anger at what he was seeing, but he never made a face, never showed an outward disgust. He just
watched.
“The
more defiant Jews could be left out there for days, even weeks if their behavior continues.” Winters added.
Hutch
looked around the courtyard, his mind racing. How could this be happening? This was
1976 in Bay City, wherever the hell they were, human slavery,
right here in front of him. How could no one know about this place? This was bigger than he thought it was, he had to
get to a phone, he needed to get to Starsky, he never felt so far away…
“Let’s
go inside, we’ve got someone we want you to meet.” Rigsby broke Hutch’s trance as he snapped his head around,
looking at the fair haired man who turned and headed into the building, Winters holding the door open for him. Hutch looked
down at the young boy, Billy. The dark brown eyes of the preteen pierced the Nordic’s heart as the child smiled and
then scurried away. Hutch followed the two through the threshold, into what, he wasn’t sure.
The
tall blond couldn’t help but think about the brunet boy that he had just encountered. What in the world is that boy
doing in a place like this? Where his parents? Were they prisoners, or even maybe some of the guards? His heart broke, either
way, this was not going to be a good outcome for that young man.
He
followed Rigsby into the building. It was an older complex, the walls in the poorly lit room showing their age. Chipped plaster,
and spider webbed cracks gave character to the whole aura of this Nazi type camp. Hutch noted the old hanging lamps with metal
framed casing hanging low from the ceiling. They continued down the long corridor as Hutch looked around, he tried to find
something, anything that would give him some type of clue where he was at. If he found a way to get word to Starsky, he needed
to be able to tell him where to start looking. He looked around, into every room with an opened door, looking for a telephone,
a radio, something he could use to make contact with the outside world. There was nothing…he suddenly felt like he had
gone back in time, like he had entered the Twilight Zone…
He
was finally led to the last door on the right, at the very end of the hallway. Rigsby knocked twice, paused, and then knocked
three more times.
“C’me
in.” An ominous voice from the other side bellowed as Rigsby looked back at Winters, and then to the door, turning the
handle slowly and pushing the door open. They heard the man in the room, his voice raised, apparently in a heated discussion.
“You
what?” he shouted into the phone as Rigsby passed through the threshold, being waved in by the man behind the desk,
his neck cocked, the phone pressed against his ear. “Who the fuck gave you the word to do that?” He fumed as he
looked up and made eye contact with Hutch, his brow furrowing at the sight of a stranger. “Get him ready, I’ll
be there to process him myself…and Montag…don’t go anywhere, I’m not finished with you!”
Jason
Kiles slammed the phone receiver back down onto it’s cradle as his face flushed in anger. He looked up at Rigsby, “Did
you give Montag permission to go out solo and bring in his own Jew shit bag?” Kiles raged as he rose from behind the
desk, grabbing his jacket and throwing it over his shoulders.
“Now
why the hell would I do that?” Rigsby asked as Hutch felt his stomach turning, just listening to the way they were referring
to other human beings.
“Well,
he got the idea from somewhere…” the red-haired man with extremely fair skin and crystal blue eyes ranted to his
comrade.
“Jason,
this is Kent Cummings, that guy I was telling you about” Rigsby attempted to introduce the two as Hutch extended his
hand in greeting just to have it ignored.
“Do
I look like I have time for socializing?” he snapped, “Why don’t you show him around, but keep him in your
sight, you can explain to me later what he’s doing here!” Kiles quipped as he pulled open the door, and rushed
through it, slamming it behind him.
Both
Hutch and Rigsby exchanged looks before leaving the small office.
~~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~~~
The
cab they rode in smelt of stale smoke, urine and vomit, making the hooded brunet nauseous as the car drove through the streets
of Bay City and then passed the city limits. Starsky lost tack of all the turns and stops the car had made. One thing he was pretty sure of was this
wasn’t just any cab…the driver was obviously in on the illegal activities as he over heard the conversations between
Montag and the anonymous driver.
“So
how much you think this one will bring in?” The unidentified voice asked from the front seat.
“I’d
say at least 75…he’s in pretty good shape. As long as he cooperates, he should fetch a pretty penny. It would
be a shame to have him wind up sick, emaciated or injured. He’s a good product so far, guess we’ll just have to
see how much he cooperates.” Montag explained as the driver snorted in agreement.
“Take
this blindfold off,” Starsky demanded, “whata ya’ afraid of?” He taunted.
Montag
ignored him as he continued to converse with the driver about everyday subjects, like the previous night’s football
game.
“Didya
eear me? Take this God damn thing offa me!” Starsky demanded a little more aggressively.
Without
word or warning the brunet felt a fist connect with the right side of his jaw, his head snapping to the side, his temple hitting
the glass window.
He
paused a moment and then straightened back up, deciding it would probably be best if he kept quiet and waited for the right
time to make his move. In this situation, timing was going to be everything.
They
pulled into the gated complex as Starsky fell to the side with the sudden sharp turn. The brunet felt the car come to an abrupt
halt and the door open.
“Get
out!” Montag growled as he reached in and roughly grabbed Starsky around the upper arm, jerking him out of the aromatic
vehicle. Starsky felt the rain and cool air hit him painfully in the face. Unable to see where he was going, what he was doing,
or what to prepare for, he fell on to his knees, the mud and water soaking through his jeans in an instant as he felt a handful
of his hair being gripped and pulled upward, instinctively pulling him to his feet.
“Whata
good Jew, kneeling before me already.” Montag laughed.
“Fuck
you asshole!” Starsky spat as he felt himself being jerked forward. The brunet heard several voices, shouting orders
as he was pulled into different directions.
“Give
him over to me, Kiles is pissed,” another voice resonated in the detective’s ears, “…you better figure
out how you’re gonna explain this one. Two fuck ups in two months, he’s gonna kill you!” An unidentified
voice spoke.
“Yeah,
well he can go fuck himself for all I care, I make him more money then any of the recruiters in here, he should be thanking
me for this one!” Montag argued as Starsky felt himself being jerked back his direction.
Starsky
could barely walk, his ankle throbbed, his body screaming in agony, still trying to heal from its previous beating. The loss
of his sight made the brunet more then uncomfortable, his stomach turned as he fought back the fear that threatened to creep
its way up to the surface. He felt himself be shoved forward, all hands holding him. Releasing their grip as the detective
fell forward, first onto his knees and then flat on his chest onto the muddied, wet ground. He stayed put, hoping that they
would leave him there, give him a chance to rest, and orient himself with his surroundings. He hoped they would remove the
blindfold, giving him back the advantage of his sight. Neither of his wishes was granted.
Four
strong hands jerked the brunet upright, dragging his lower body through the dirt and puddles as he found himself at their
mercy. There were several voices, all talking at once, some had to do with him, and others did not. Starsky kept his hearing
trained on Hutch’s voice, he wanted so badly to hear his partner’s voice, he needed to hear it, to know he was
in the right place. So far, nothing, no familiar sounds. Starsky sighed heavily, praying that he hadn’t made one of
the biggest mistakes in his life, separating him and his partner forever. He allowed his body to relax, to stop struggling,
making the journey easier on his aching bones.
He
heard the sound of keys jangling, a door creaking, and then he was moved again. A certain amount of panic started rising in
the normally calm officer.
“Where
am I? What’re you guys gonna do to me?...” He asked quickly, “Take of this blindfold…look me in the
eyes and tell me what’s goin’ on!” He continued as his fear rose to almost an uncontrollable level.
He
was pulled into a standing position, being careful not to put too much weight on his ankle, hobbling slightly.
“Don’t
you worry none you fucking Jude, you’ll see all of us soon enough…” Starsky felt a hand grasp his throat
squeezing firmly, just barely cutting off his air and then releasing.
“Let
‘im go!” Starsky heard a very authoritative voice coming from behind him. He was pushed up against cold metal
bars, pressing hard against his back.
Starsky
had no idea what to expect, or where to expect it from. he stood tall, his chest expanding as he breathed heavily.
“So
you’re my new merchandise,” the voice spoke ominously.
“I
ain’t no merchandise.” Starsky protested, feeling the slap of an open hand connecting with his burlap covered
face.
“Don’t
you fucking talk to me, you piece of shit Jew, I’m gonna teach you some manners and show you exactly where your place
is in this world. My fucking dog ranks higher than you!” A punch connected with his gut, bending him over as he nearly
threw up right then. “You will learn respect and manners, but most of all, you’ll learn your place in this world,”
A handful of hair again grabbed as his head was snapped back, “you understand me?” Even through the burlap, he
could feel the heat of his breath on his face, knowing that the anonymous voice was very close to his head.
Starsky
was once again pulled up into the standing position, he felt hands on his shirt as the fabric was roughly pulled taught on
both sides, ripping it from his chest and abdomen.
“Maybe
Montag was right; this bastard may bring in some good money.” Kiles stated as he used his fingers to poke and prod Starsky’s
bared muscles.
Kiles
turned and moved away from the detective, what Starsky heard next, he wasn’t prepared for…
“Strip
him!” He heard the man order as several hands started grabbing and groping at him while the brunet struggled to free
himself, not knowing what they had planned for him.
Chapter Seven
Rigsby
was showing Hutch around the maze of buildings as Hutch’s fears heightened. He witnessed several cells, filled with
prisoners, or more accurately, victims. All men, that had one thing in common,
their religion. Hutch was nauseated; he wanted to find the nearest bathroom. The conditions those men lived in was deplorable.
He knew that he was here for one reason now, and that was to save these men from their doomed fate. They were just making
there way back to the office where Kiles had been, as Hutch’s mind raced, he thought about everyone in the camp, and
even those outside, ones that were currently being preyed on. He worried about the new man that had been brought in and what
they may be doing to this poor soul. Out of the inmates that he had just observed, several of them bore evidence of extreme
abuse. They were thin, week and many had scared that Hutch had deduced they had probably acquired at there new residence.
The tall blond could only imagine the horrors they were forced to endure. He shook his head, trying to clear the mental pictures
and trying to detach himself, emotionally from this situation. He knew that he
could not become emotionally involved in his cases, doing so often cost officers their lives.
They
entered the office as Rigsby closed the door behind Hutch, offering him a chair across from the desk.
“Pretty
impressive operation you run here.” Hutch stated as he tried to look at ease with what he had just witnessed.
“We
try.” Rigsby answered as he took the chair behind the desk.
Hutch
eyed the phone on the desk, wishing that he could nonchalantly pick it up and call Metro, request back-up and get his fellow
officers there to break up this concentration type camp. He knew he would have to bide his time to avoid certain casualties.
“So
tell me, how long do you usually keep them and train them…what happens to them after you’re done with your so
called conditioning?” Hutch inquired.
“We
keep them as long as necessary, on the average of 2-6 months, but we’ve had some men that never conform, they never
leave.” Rigsby explained.
“Where
do you find all these guys?” Hutch continued to prod.
“Mostly
at the bar, or in that general vicinity. They’re mostly transient, loners, no familes. Occasionally, things go wrong…and
we get the wrong type with the wrong background.”
“Whatya
do with them?” The blond was afraid of the answer to come.
“Well,
we do what ever we can…try to wipe their memory clean, or if that don’t work, they become permanent missing persons…But
then in Billy’s case…that was Montag’s screw up…took a boy and
his dad…turned out okay, as a matter of fact, if it weren’t for the boy, the dad may have never of come around
and obeyed us, but we vowed to raise his kid, feed him and train him until he is ready for sale, in return for his cooperation.
His dad ended up bringing us in our highest dollar amount yet, he was still in good physical condition and we had full cooperation.”
“Lucky
you!” Hutch felt the bile burn his throat as it rose from his stomach.
The
phone on the desk rang startling Hutch as he jumped in surprise. Rigsby reached for the phone, placing the receiver to his
ear.
“Rigsby
here.”
He
listened intently as his eyes widened in excitement.
“We’ll
be right there.” He responded and then hung the phone up, heading immediately to the door.
“You’re
in luck Kent, looks like we have a new recruit that is being a bit uncooperative, Kiles wants to invite you to watch how we
deal with insubordinates like this, its important he finds out if you got the stomach for this kinda work or not. Let’s
go!” He ordered as he pulled open the door, Hutch jumping up, running to the door and following Rigsby out the door
and into the courtyard.
~~~~~~~~~~ooooo~~~~~~~~~~
Starsky
fought with everything he could, but it wasn’t much, between his already battered body and his sprained ankle, they
quickly had the brunet stripped of all his clothing.
They
had managed to shackle his wrists, threading the chain through the cages roof, and pulling him up so that his feet barely
touched the concrete floor. He still wore the sack over his head as he tried futilely to remove the tightly cinched burlap.
He could feel the rough material rubbing his neck raw as he attempted to get at it with his shoulders and by twisting his
neck.
He
struggled with his confines as he grunted and cursed. “Who the fuck are you? What do you want with me?” Starsky
spewed nervously, his fear starting to take over. The bag that covered his head was roughly ripped off, bending his neck awkwardly,
the ropes rubbing harshly across his neck and face.
He
was answered with a forceful blow to his backside, right across the small of his back. He knew they were using some type of
a think stick to deliver his punishment. Kiles and his men already noted the bruised body evident of a previous beating, but
having no problem adding to the décor.
“Tell
me, what’s your name Jew boy?” Kiles asked as he circled his merchandise, eyeing it with admiration.
“Screw
you!” Starsky replied as he received another brutal blow across his abdomen.
“Name!”
Kiles yelled.
Starsky
gasped and unintentionally coughed up what small amount of fluid he had in his stomach, spitting it out in front of him, some
of it dribbling onto his chest.
Starsky
didn’t answer, he couldn’t.
~~~~~~~~~~oooooo~~~~~~~~~~
Hutch
and Rigsby walked across the poorly lit courtyard, the sparse lamps barely illuminating the three cages lined up in the center.
He remembered seeing one man being led into the center cage, but now could almost make out some commotion occurring in and
around the cage on the left. He heard some yelling, something about names, he heard someone mumble, responding and then coughing
in agony. As he moved closer to the action that was playing of in front of him, his heart skipped a beat as he recognized
something vaguely familiar in the voice of the prisoner.
Several
people had surrounded the cage; it was difficult to get a good view of what was happening inside the box. He stopped dead
in his tracks as he saw his partners, battered, naked body hanging in the small cell.
“Starsk,”
he gasped quietly as he swallowed hard, the panic in his face, the concern in his eyes, blanketing his face. Fortunately,
Rigsby was far enough ahead of him, that he didn’t hear Hutch’s slip.
His
mind raced furiously, trying to figure out how he was going to get them both out of here. This threw a huge wrench in his
plan, now he didn’t just have to think about his own life, but his partner’s as well. And from the looks of things,
Starsky was in quite a bit more trouble than Hutch was.
He
was suddenly aware a smaller hand, grasping his, as he looked to his side, seeing the young boy, Billy, watching the proceedings,
terribly frightened, not blinking. His hand shook subtly as Hutch gently squeezed it, wondering what this boy had been through
and for how long.
Hutch
paused briefly, wanting to keep the boy back. Montag approached the under cover detective, handing him a billy club, the ones
like they used in the academy.
“I
brought you a present,” he slapped Hutch on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, there’s no need to thank me,
it was my pleasure.” He stated as he continued past Hutch, walking towards the building. It was all Hutch could do to
keep from tearing after the man, tackling him in the court yard and ripping his heart out with his bare hands. What had he done to his partner? What kind of sick son of a bitch would do this without giving it a second thought?
The blond thought as he looked back at Starsky, hanging in his cell, his body shivering. The rain began to pick up again,
like the skies were opening up, grieving with Hutch.
He
was going to have to play this right, in order to get both of them out of there, he couldn’t blow his cover or they
would both be dead with in a matter of minutes. He looked down at the boy that stood beside him and whispered.
“Wait
here, ‘kay?” He encouraged the boy, who still didn’t take his eyes off the unfolding events, but he did
nod slightly in acknowledgement.
Hutch
found himself breathing harder as he crossed the courtyard. All he wanted was contact, actual physical contact with his partner.
He wanted to tell Starsky to hang in there; he would get them both out of this. He wanted to tell him it was okay…he
wanted to tell him, he was sorry, for hitting him back at the bar; he wanted to tell him, he was mad that they brought him
here. He wanted to tell him, he loved him. Hutch’s mind raced as he got closer and closer to his partner, trying to
figure out how he was going to pull this off. He knew he had two choices, either blow his cover and probably get them both
killed, or play along for a little longer, waiting for just the right moment to make a break for it, a break for it, with
Starsky at his side.
His
palm grasped the club in his right hand, his fingers squeezing it, and then releasing it slightly, just to wrap tightly around
it again. He thought about trying to take everyone that stood near his partner out with that one club, he wondered how many
skulls he would be able to crack before they killed him and Starsky too. The rain had slowed to a gently mist that gracefully
drifted downwards. Hutch felt every footstep resonate in his ears as he closed in. The other men around the cage back up,
making room for the visitor.
Kyle
stood next to Starsky’s naked battered body. Hutch noted the bruised face, and the several marks and bruises covering
his friend’s mid section as his body twisted slightly, his face contorted in agony. The blonde’s gaze traveled
downwards, noting the still wrapped, but very swollen ankle. He felt his other half’s pain as he stepped inside the
box.
“One
more chance,” Kiles fumed, “What’s…your…name?” he emphasized every word.
“J…Johnnn
S…Smith…” Starsky stuttered sarcastically as his teeth chattered together, the cold burrowing deep inside
his body, making its way to his bones. He suddenly felt like he may never be able to get warm again, it was that deep inside
him.
Kiles
made a move towards the prisoner, but Hutch jumped in front of him, angrily shoving the club in his hand against Starsky’s
throat, pulling the back of his neck forward with his hand. Hutch’s ice blue eyes locked with Starsky’s. They
grew moist, tearing up in sadness for him, swallowing hard; he spoke as his voice cracked.
“I
believe the man asked you a question, boy!” Hutch seethed through his teeth, chocking on every word, his face contorted
in sadness that others read as anger. Starsky read his partner perfectly, knowing that the blond was being ripped apart on
the inside, “An’ I suggest you answer him, before I make you sorry you were ever born.” Hutch’s eyes
pled with Starsky’s to play along.
“Meyers….D…Dave
Meyers…” Starsky finally spat out, exhausted and relieved at the same time that he had found Hutch but knowing
full well that he may have put him in more danger than he was already in. If Hutch broke and blew his cover to save Starsky,
then the brunet knew he was a dead man, he felt instant regret for adding to his friend’s dilemma, but it was too late
to do anything about that now, except play along, just like Hutch’s eyes were instructing him to do.
Hutch’s
hands could feel how cold Starsky was, his flesh like ice, he could feel him trembling as he tried to continue the contact
as long as possible, if nothing else but to just warm him up a little bit, allowing his body heat to transfer to his partner.
The
slightest hint of a twinkle in Starsky’s eyes filled Hutch’s heart with hope. He knew his friend read his thoughts
and knew that Starsky would fight to stay alive, putting all his trust in his partner, to get them both out of this. He also
knew that if the moment presented itself, Starsky would do the same, he would do
anything he could to get them both to safety, even if it meant going along as a prisoner for the time being. Starsky inhaled
deeply as Hutch released his grip on him. They vowed to each other as they finally broke their gaze, Hutch turning around
to find himself face to face with Kiles.
“I
appreciate your enthusiasm, but I think you just need to back off until you learn how things run around here. See, this is
my show, my camp, my prisoners. He belongs to me, and I don’t ever want to
see you interrupt my sessions unless specifically asked to, by me! Is that clear?”
Kiles stood toe to toe with the tall blond, Hutch’s stare never wavering.
“Crystal.” Was the only answer Hutch was able to give; he took
a chance and accomplished what he intended to, contact with his partner.
“Now
step out!” Kiles ordered as Hutch passed him and exited the cage.
Kiles
looked at one of his men. Cut him down.” He instructed the man to release Starsky from his current position; he then
turned around him, making eye contact with Rigsby. “Take Kent
back to the office, I’ll meet up with both of you there.” He said as he returned his attention to his prisoner
that was being released.
Hutch
looked back over his shoulder at his partner as they cut his ropes and allowed him to drop harshly to the cold concrete floor,
bare naked and shivering uncontrollably now. The tall blond kept one eye on him until he was led inside the building, unable
to see him any longer. Hutch felt the anxiety begin to take him over once again as he began to ask questions of Rigsby.
“So
what happens next?” He asked as they walk down the corridor.
“Well
we wait, in the office, just like Jason said.” He answered, confused.
“No,
not me, I mean to the prisoner,” he hooked his thumb behind him, “that Jew in the cage, now what?”
“Well,
now he begins his conditioning treatment, Jason always oversees the first phase,” Rigsby explained as he opened the
door to the small office.
oooo
Jason
held out his hand, palm up as one of his men handed over a bracelet, complete with a thick chain and small padlock. Starsky
had struggled to pull himself up to his knees, gasping.
“From
here on out, it don’t matter what your name is, now you’ll be known as 12687.” He said as he knelt to place
the bracelet, engraved with his ID number around his wrist.
The
thought of what was happening sickened Starsky, without thought, his anger erupted as his fist launched forward, connecting
with Jason’s jaw. He didn’t intend to strike the man that held his life in his hand, but the hot headed brunet
was unable to control the action although he regretted it, the second he did it. In the matter of about 2 seconds Starsky
felt himself being tackled, punched in his kidney and forced to the ground, the pain that he had been feeling previously had
now subsided and the brunet was beginning to become numb, part because of his injuries and partly due to the cold.
He
saw Jason wipe the blood from his lip as he walked towards him. He barely remembered the feeling of the cold bracelet being
locked in place, tightly around his wrists as many hands held him down.
oooo
Hutch
was looking around; he noticed everything in the room, from the small tiny window up above the door, to the file cabinet in
the corner of the room. He also noted the old style phone on the desk and realized that was the only phone he had seen thus
far. The two men sat in the office, the lights dimmed and brightened again, just to dim again, Hutch’s eyes raised to
the ceiling, looking around, his brow furrowing in question.
“What’s
that?” Hutch asked, his posture straightening.
“Our
electrical grid is pretty outdated, that happens every time Jason conducts first phases, I am afraid the surge from the shock
therapy plays havoc on our system.” Rigsby explained as Hutch’s heart sank, skipping a beat, the contents of his
stomach rising in his throat.
Chapter Eight
“Name!”
Kiles commanded.
Starsky’s
head lobbed forward, from side to side as he tried to comprehend what was being asked of him, “D…Dave…”
Another
round of the most intense pain coursed through his body as it convulsed and seized uncontrollably.
Jason
Kiles stood up on the platform right in front of the metal mesh that Starsky was strapped to. He grabbed his wrist, tapping
the metal bracelet. “1-2-6-8-7, SIR!” He shouted, the heat of his breath hot on Starskys still cold cheeks. He
was still naked, his neck, chest, arms and ankles attached to the metal wall that would send electrical current through the
brunet’s body. He grabbed a handful of Starsky’s hair and jerked back his head, forcing him to look at him. The
detective’s eyes tried hard to focus as the rolled around in his sockets. “1-2-6-8-7, SIR!” He spat as he
stepped off the platform and nodded to the man at the controls. “Now, name!”
Starsky
sucked in air through his teeth as he struggled to find the words, “1…26…87,” Starsky mumbled as loud
as he could exude.
“You
forgot to say Sir!” Kiles laughed as Starsky panicked, his eyes growing wide, wanting to protest, but finding it was
too late.
The
pain shot through him again as his body shuddered, his mind swam and every nerve tingled and vibrated from the current. He
threw his head back as he rode the wave of shock that flowed through him, feeling warm liquid as it flowed down both of his
legs, but not having the ability to feel shame, knowing that he had just lost temporary control of his bladder. As soon as
the cresting pain subsided, Starsky sucked in as much air as his lungs could handle. “Sir!” he growled through
clenched teeth as his head bobbed forward and he lost control of his emotion, breathing heavily, sobbing freely, feeling broken,
shattered and only half the man he used to be.
“I
bet that hurts like a son of a bitch, don’t it?” Jason taunted Starsky as the brunet fought to regain control
of his breathing and emotions.
“Now
why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself…” Kiles asked, his arms crossing over his chest triumphantly.
Starsky
didn’t speak, his mind was struggling to think, to sort thing out before he slipped and said something he shouldn’t,
but with all the pain he was experiencing, his thoughts were all jumbled. He tried hard to straighten them out fast enough
for Jason.
“Whatsa
matter 12687, don’t feel like socializing with me?” Jason said quietly, as he allowed a certain amount of gratification
to creep into the tone of his voice.
Another
electrical shock coursed through his body, only this one wasn’t as strong as the last two, but still quite painful and
effective. Starsky threw his head back as his body jerked, causing him to clench his teeth, his veins popping in his neck
as he rode the cresting arch of pain as it completely passed through his body and out his extremities.
Starsky
inhaled deeply, and exhaled just as quickly as he regained his composure. He looked directly into Jason’s face, locking
eyes with the terrorist, his cobalt blue eyes boring into his captor’s eyes, unnerving the lead man.
“12687,
requests…” he inhaled, “permission to speak,” every word leaving a sour taste in his mouth, “please,
stop…I’ll do…I’ll do what you say…please stop…” Starsky let his head fall forward
in exhaustion. There was a brief pause and then Starsky finished, “…Sir.”
Jason
smiled victoriously as he and his cohorts whooped and hollered congratulations at each other before Jason responded, “Cut
him down, he’s had enough for tonight, put him back in the cage!” He ordered as he watched two of his men unhook
the prisoner, walking up to him, without saying a word and recoiling his arm, letting it fly forward, connecting squarely
with Starsky’s jaw, knocking him out instantly.
ooooo
Hutch
sat nervously with Rigsby in Kiles’ office, his mind constantly wandering back to his partner and how he was, what they
were doing to him. He tried to push the worst thoughts out of his mind, keeping a hold of the look in his eye when they made
contact, the look of trust, the slight twinkle of hope that they both shared in one instant.
“So
how many people you think you got in here?” Hutch tried to get some kind of information on what he was up against.
“Enough
to keep Jason and the rest of us, living the good life for some time to come,” he made sure that his answer was oblique
and vague.
The
tall blond had noted several buildings within the camp, he knew that some of them must house more prisoners, more ‘merchandise’,
as they called them. He just wish he knew how many.
“You
know something though…” Rigsby continued, “That last Jew that just came in tonight, I bet he brings in over
50 g’s…”
Hutch
swallowed hard, a slight panic starting to rise, tightening its grip around his heart; he knew he was talking about Starsky.
“Fifty grand, you think so?” Hutch tried his hardest to pretend he was not appalled. “H…how soon do you think he can be sold?” Hutch’s face paled.
“Depends
on his training, how fast he learns his place. Sooner we can break him and get him conditioned; the sooner we can sell him.”
Hutch’s
stomach lurched as his heart sank simultaneously as he realized that he was now in the middle of a black market, human slavery
ring, and Starsky was the product. He knew he had to do something for both of their sakes, he also knew that he wouldn’t
be able to keep up this charade for long, not with his partner’s well being and comfort on the line.
The
door to the office opened as Kiles passed through it, entering his office as Rigsby jumped up out of his boss’s chair.
Hutch noted that he was rubbing the knuckles on his right hand as he circled the desk, taking a seat.
“That’s
one tough Jew,” Kiles stated, flipping his head at Rigsby, “real grade-A beef…” They both left out
a laugh and looked over at Hutch who quickly joined in their guffaw.
“Yeah,
thought you’d like him, my only worry is we didn’t get a lot of time to check him out, he could have family that’ll
be missing him. Montag shoulda never brought him until we checked him out.” Rigsby noted as Kiles nodded in agreement.
“If
all goes well, I am hoping to get this one turned over as fast as possibly, that means intense training sessions, we need
to break him fast.” Kiles stated.
“Break
him without killing him.” Rigsby responded quickly as Hutch’s stomach turned in anticipation and fear.
“Well,
it’ll be 48 hours before the family can report him missing, officially, that is…” Hutch blurted out as both
men’s head snapped up curiously at the tall blond, furrowing the brow. Hutch caught his mistake quickly and thought
fast, “I looked into it when I was thinking of offing my brother in law, wanted to see how long I had to dispose of
the body.” Hutch informed them as the other men smiled approvingly.
“You’re
our kind of guy Kent.” Kiles remarked as he rose from his desk. “Why don’t you show Mr. Cummings here to
his room, make sure he’s comfortable and then come back and we will finish discussing our game plan for this one.”
Hutch
stood as Rigsby opened the door to the office, waving him past. Hutch looked back at Kile, sitting behind the desk, the man
didn’t even bother to look up at the detective as he was led out of the room, he had truly hoped he didn’t raise
suspicion by making the comment about the missing report statute, Great Hutchinson, could you have sounded more like a cop? He thought to
himself.
As
Rigsby led Hutch across the grounds, the blond searched as best he could to search the camp for a sign, any sign of his partner.
He craned his neck to the side, looking at the cage he was at earlier, nothing.
He
was tired, his mind exhausted, but he knew he couldn’t allow himself the luxury of rest, he needed to take note of everything
he saw, and everything he didn’t see…
Rigsby
led him inside a building on the far side of the courtyard and up three flights of stairs. They remained quiet the whole walk
as Rigsby opened the door to a small, sparsely furnished room. They both entered the room as Hutch turned full circle, seeing
everything it had to offer, which was very little. A small cot sized bed, a small desk with just one drawer, and an old wooden
chair with a lamp on the upper right corner of its small top.
“You’ll
find all the necessities…” Rigsby stated matter of factly, “but little else, we find it necessary to do
away with life luxuries, to keep us focused on the prize and the cause.” He said and then tipped his head exiting the
room and closing the door behind him.
Hutch
paced the room nervously, looking around, looking for anything that could help. He looked up, high on the wall over his bed,
a small vent like window, barred for security. He hopped up on the small cot, tip toeing, trying to climb the wall to look
outside, hoping to see Starsky somewhere, just to know what kind of shape he was in after what he was forced to endure.
He
knew that they really had no intention of killing Starsky and that was one thing on his side, but he worried about his partner’s
stubborn will, and he hoped that Starsky would just go along with them. There was one thing that Hutch could almost bet on,
and that was Starsky shooting his mouth off, hopefully he would know better this time around.
He
heard the door creek behind him as it opened, turning quickly he saw the small head of the boy he had seen just twice before,
once when he had first arrived, and the other time when Starsky was in the cage. Hutch’s eyes softened as the boy silently
asked permission to enter.
“It
s’okay, Hutch hopped down from the cot, “you can come in, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He spoke softly,
trying to encourage the young man to trust him.
The
preteen entered the room, looking back nervously over his shoulder and into the hallway, making sure no one was behind him.
He closed the door quietly before stepping back against it, placing his back flat on the wall, not wanting to get too close
to this tall blond stranger.
“You
okay?” Hutch asked, but the boy didn’t answer. “Listen, I promise, I won’t hurt you, m’names
Ken, I mean, Kent, Kent Cummings. Are you okay?”
“M’Billy,
an’ m’fine.” The boy said with a hint of reservation in his voice. “I saw that guy, the one they brought
inhere t’night.”
Hutch’s
eyes lit up as he grabbed the chair by the desk and swung it around in front of him, offering it to Billy.
“You
did? When? Was he okay? What’d you see, tell me everything?” Hutch spat out quickly.
“Why?”
Billy asked as he scooted the chair back, still keeping his distance, and then taking a seat.
“Why
what?” Hutch asked, realizing that he had no idea who this kid was or why he was here.
“Why
do you care about him? No one else here does.” Billy answered, “Just like my Pop, no one cared about him, and
he got taken away, he left me here with them.” Billy blurted out, shocking Hutch.
“Your
old man was a prisoner here?” he asked.
“Yep,
they did awful things to him, really bad things, like their doing to your friend.” Billy spoke, his voice wavering.
“What
you mean my friend?” Hutch panicked slightly, thinking that if this boy could see through his disguise then the others
probably could too.
“I
see the way you looked at him, when you saw him for the first time, an the way you watched as they took him away…I know
you care about him, I just wanna know why?”
Hutch
was impressed by this mere child’s forwardness and honestly. He had obviously been through a lot, but yet he still had
spirit.
“I’m
not like the others Billy, you can trust me…I am here to help you, but you have to swear you won’t say anything
to anyone. My friend is here to help too, but right now, he’s the one that needs help.” Hutch explained gently.
“I
can help him.” Billy offered as Hutch’s face lit up.
“What
you mean?” Hutch felt a slight flicker of hope.
“I
do it all the time…I can get him some food, I’ll sneak it to him later, after the guard’s final rounds.”
Billy leaned forward, decreasing the distance between him and the tall blond.
“Can
you get a message to him for me?” Hutch asked.
“That’s
easy, I always sneak out and keep old man Steinburg company all the time, they pretty much let me run free throughout the
camp, as long as I don’t let on that I am helping the prisoners.
“I
need you to tell him that I’m here, an I’m gonna get him outta here, but he needs to do as they say, tell him
not to fight them. Can you do that for me?” Hutch asked, his gaze on the boy as intense as the pain he was feeling for
his partner.
“Consider
it done, but you have to promise me something…” Billy decided to barter with the detective.
“If
you get outta here, I want you to find my Pa and help him.” Suddenly that twelve year old looked older then his years,
more mature then a boy his age should be, and a piece of the blonde’s heart broke off, crumbling to the ground.
“Deal,
I’ll do everything I can, I promise.” Hutch vowed. “Hey, do you know if there were any phones around here,
anyway I can contact anyone outside.”
The
young boy laughed as he stood and moved the chair, heading for the door, “You got a better chance of finding a needle
in a haystack then getting contact to the outside, were alone, its just us, I wouldn’t be counting on anyone coming
to our rescue. I stopped praying for that about 6 months ago, once I finally grew up and stopped dreaming.” With that
the boy opened the door, looked both ways and then disappeared out of sight.
Chapter Nine
Billy
stayed low, crouching and moving in the shadows as he crawled towards the center of the yard, nearing the cages. He carried
something tucked under his right arm as he half walked, half crawled closer to the cells. He could make out the shivering,
naked form of the brunet lying in the cold, hard concrete, curled up in the fetal position, his knees tucked as close to his
chest as possible, his arms wrapped around himself.
“Pssst.”
Billy hissed through his teeth quietly, trying to get the man’s attention.
The
man in the cage next to Starsky’s woke up, he also being naked and huddled in the corner. He recognized the boy that
had visited him previously in nights past. The older, frail man scooted closer to the bars, his shaking hand held out in front
of him. Billy removed the loaf of bread that he had tucked under his arm, tearing off a large piece for the hungry man in
the cage beside the newest stranger.
“Help
me wake him up.” Billy whispered to the older man who was able to stick his hand between the bars and poke Starsky’s
shivering form.
The
brunet stirred, slowly making his way back to the realm of reality as he blinked hard, waiting for things to come back into
focus. “Huh? What?” Starsky mumbled as he lifted his head slightly, trying to look around as the pain his body
felt throbbed and screamed with every beat of his heart, which was beating faster then normal.
He
struggled to turn on his stomach, putting both arms underneath him and trying to push himself up. His body still tingled,
feeling the after effects of the electroshock he had endured earlier. His ankle throbbed and his head ached, so bad his dark
eyelashes hurt. Every movement, every breath, every nerve screamed in pain as he tried to focus on the small boy huddled in
the corner, trying to be inconspicuous. The brunet noticed his youth; it took him a moment to remember where he was and what
was happening as he was clouded in confusion. Starsky’s brow furrowed as his vision waved in and out of focus, but he
finally made out the bread that was being offered to him by the small brunet boy, his eyes filled with sadness and fear.
Carefully,
Starsky pulled himself closer and closer to the boy, his one trembling hand reaching out and taking the child’s offering.
Starsky looked around, seeing no one else around, and noticing that the child was clever and quite smart, always staying in
the shadows of an occasional passing search light as it swept through the yard.
“W…what’s
your n…name k…kid?” Starsky stuttered, his teeth chattering together from the chill that had set deep inside
his bones.
“Billy,
names Billy.” He answered, never taking his eyes of the shivering man.
He
watched as Starsky tore off a piece of bread, taking time and effort to get it shakily into his mouth.
“We
call him Billy Goat…” The man in the next cage roared with laughter, as both Starsky and the boy begged him to
keep it down.
“I
can’t stay mister; I just promised that other guy that I’d check on you.” Billy explained nervously as he
looked around, knowing that he was taking a chance staying so long.
“What
guy?” Starsky asked as he winced, trying to sit up straighter, while also trying to protect his privacy, completely
aware that he was fully exposed.
“Some
guy, s’name is Kent something…” Billy explained as he tossed
in the last of the bread into both cages, splitting in half.
“What’s
he look like?” Starsky asked, his teeth still chattering.
“He’s
really tall, and blond…” Billy related as he turned around, preparing to leave. “Look I really gotta go,
they’ll beat me good if they catch me out here. I’ll come back again, when I get the chance, your friend said
to hang in there, he’s gonna get you outta here.” Billy said as he sprang up quickly, sprinting across the courtyard
weaving in and out of the shadows, definitely in stealth mode.
Starsky
struggled hard to get his body to cooperate and stop shaking, but between the abuse he had recently endured and the chill
in the night air, it was impossible. He picked up the last of the bread that Billy had left him, as his eyes were drawn to
the man in the next stall. He was so thin, so frail…Starsky pulled himself over closer to the bars separating him, threading
his arm through his cage and tossing the bread to the old man beside him.
“Here
old man, you need this more than I do.” Starsky whispered as he pulled his body back, bracing himself against the uncomfortable
cage, pulling his knees up and wrapping both arms around his knees, trying to keep the body heat in.
He
tried to figure out what time it was, and as near as he could tell it had to be close to 4 am, just 2 more hours till sunrise,
2 more hours until the warmth of daybreak would give him a reprieve of the solidarity of darkness and coldness that filled
the brunet’s sole, both inside and out. He grimaced as a spasm of pain flashed through him sharply and he allowed it
to pass before sighing heavily, allowing his body to rest against the back of his cell.
~~~~~~~~~~ooooo~~~~~~~~~~~
Hutch
opened his eyes; he blinked hard, the realization hitting him hard as he panicked slightly. He didn’t mean to fall asleep,
he remembered waiting for Billy to get back, he just closed his eyes for a second, he was so tired. He sat up quickly, noting
the dim light that was filtering through the window above the door casting shadows across the room.
He
stood up, lifting his aching and nearly exhausted body off the cot as he made his way towards the door, tripping over something
that was left in a heap in the middle of the floor.
He
heard a groan as his eyes started to adjust to the darkness as he saw the form starting to move, curling up and then rising
to a sitting position.
“M’sorry.”
A young quiet voice moaned as Hutch realized that it was the young boy. “I came back and you were ‘sleep, I just
wanted to rest for an hour, so I crashed here, m’sorry, please don’t be mad at me.” Billy spat out as Hutch
saw the boy avoiding looking at him in the face.
“Hey,
hey…s’okay, I’m not mad, you okay? I didn’t mean to step on you, next time you might want to let me
know you’re gonna sleep where I walk.” Hutch broke a slight smile, trying to ease Billy’s fears. The tall
blond sensed the boy’s fear and apprehension, it appeared that he was used to being in trouble and used to getting yelled
at. Hutch wanted the boy to trust him.
Hutch
knelt next to the nervous child as the boy rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Did I hurt you?” Hutch asked as he
put a supportive hand on Billy’s shoulder.
“Nah.
I’m fine…really…” Billy looked into Hutch’s sky blue eyes,
“You’re really not mad at me?”
Hutch
scrubbed his hand through the boys curly hair, smiling letting out a slight snort, “Don’t be ridiculous, why would
I be mad.” Something startled the tall blond, his heart jumping slightly, “You’re not going to be in trouble
are you? I mean wont they be looking for you?”
“No,
I am able to roam pretty freely, but usually I need permission to sleep in one of their rooms, or they get real mad at me…” his voice trailed off, as Hutch knew that he had memories that he probably did not
want to revisit.
“Did
you see him? The new guy, did you get to talk to him?” Hutch asked, his face lighting up with hope.
“Yeah…I
saw him.” Billy answered the question but gave not other info.
“Well?”
Hutch exclaimed, “What’s he say? How was he? Is he hurt?”
Billy
shook his head at Hutch’s innocence as to what was going on around him. “He’s being conditioned, trained,
what kind of condition do you think he’s in?” He looked at the tall blond in disbelief. “More men die during
conditioning then by execution here. If they’re strong enough to survive conditioning, then they are eligible for sale,
if they die, then it’s really no loss to them, so they don’t care how much he hurts, how little he eats, or what
kind of condition he is in. All they care about right now is breaking him as fast as possible, the less damage the do, the
higher the price he’ll fetch. But make no mistake, they wont think twice about killing him if they have to.”
The
words coming from such a young boy shocked Hutch as he fell back, his butt hitting the floor, his head falling to rest in
his hand. “What can we do to help him?”
“Do
you believe in praying? It’s not gonna be easy for him, but he’ll do it, I know he will, I can tell. He’s
a lot like my Pop, stubborn and hot-headed…if it weren’t for me, my Pop woulda never given up.” Billy’s
voice cracked, as his voice started to waiver. “They took my Dad away and sold him; to some master…he’s
a servant, reduced to nothing, all because of me…” The boy’s large brown eyes bore into Hutch’s soul,
“and if they find out that you care about him, or vise versa, they’ll do the same thing to him, they’ll
use you to break him, so you can’t trust anyone, you shouldn’t even be trusting me.” Billy warned.
“I
need your help Billy, I need to get a message to the outside.” Hutch stated.
“I
already told, that ain’t going to happen.”
“Look,
do you know where they took your father?” Hutch asked the boy who just shook his head sadly.
“Tell
you what, you help me, and I will help you, I will help you find your Dad and get you two back together,” Hutch tipped
his head down, looking through his eyebrows at the boy, “deal?” He asked as the young lad that looked to the man,
the deep fear and hurt that was evident in his gaze nearly broke the tall blondes’ heart.
“I’ll
do the best I can.” He agreed as he picked himself up and made his way to the door of the room, opening it slowly. “I’m
gonna go see how your friend is doing, I’ll get back to you as soon as it is safe.” He said as he looked out in
the hall and then vanished quickly before Hutch could reply, or warn him to be careful. The thought of using and possibly
endangering this young boy sickened the tall blond, but he had no choice, his options were limited.
~~~~~~~~~ooooo~~~~~~~~~~
Billy
once again found himself trying to walk as nonchalantly through the camp as he headed down the middle of the court yard, headed
for the cages. He saw the old man in the center of the cage, out in front, his body bared as he begged a guard for some crumbs
of food.
He
made his way around the row of cells as he casually passed several men, stopping to accept their greeting or the occasion
scrub of his head by them. Once he got close enough, his heart sank and his eyes widened as he noticed something missing in
Starsky’s cage…Starsky. The cage was empty, the door wide open. Billy looked around the yard trying to spot the
brunet, wondering where they would have taken him to so soon, usually it didn’t happen this fast, he started to panic
for the blonde’s friend as he realized that they were speeding up the process, and that Starsky had not gotten the chance
to recover, or even rest. He knew that this was not going to be good, for any of them.
He
ran back to relay his finding to his new blond friend, he was worried about how he would take this; he hoped he wouldn’t
be mad at him.
~~~~~~~~ooooo~~~~~~~~~~
Hutch
was standing, his back to the door, stretching out his tall frame, attempting to work out the kinks in his back. He was tired,
his body was feeling the pure exhaustion that made every muscle and all of his bones ache. He jumped as Billy rushed through
the door to his room, his cop instinct kicking in as he whipped around, posing a defensive stance against the poor frightened
boy who jump back. Hutch relaxed quickly when he saw the fear in young Billy’s eyes.
“M’
sorry.” Hutch apologized quickly, seeing the terror in the boys face.
Billy
sensed Hutch’s intentions immediately as he relax and calmed his own fears, sucking in a deep breath.
“He’s
gone…he’s gone…” Billy blurted out as Hutch nervously took him by the arm, pulling him completely
inside his room, looking in the hall, both directions to make sure that no one was around, before he closed the door and turned
his attention back to the young man.
“W…whatya
mean gone? Where?” Hutch asked, the worry and determination painted across his face.
“I…I
don’t know…I mean, they probably took him to hurt him some more, but I don’t know. He was just gone…”
Billy stammered.
Hutch
grabbed the boy by both arms, shaking him slightly and bringing him closer the detective. “Listen to me, Billy…I
need your help…I need to get to a phone, you gotta think, is there any other phones around here?”
Billy
paused, his mind racing.
“Think!”
Hutch shouted at him.
“I…I…I
don’t know, the only one I’ve seen is the one in Mr. Kiles’ office, I don’t know…” he
almost lost his control as Hutch released him, realizing that he was taking his fear and worry out on a mere child.
Hutch
straightened his posture, his finger and thumb stroking his chin, he knew that he would have to find a way to get to Jason’s
phone; Starsky’s life depended on it.
“Kiles
wants to see you Kent…” A voice boomed as the door opened again and Montag and Rigsby entered the room, they looked
at Billy, and then over at Hutch. “What the hell is he doing here?” Rigsby asked as he stepped towards the young
boy.
Chapter Ten
Hutch
took a step towards Rigsby, placing himself between him and Billy protectively.
“I
asked him to wake me up this morning, I didn’t want to oversleep.” Hutch lied, thinking quickly on his feet.
“Kiles
wants to see you Cummings.” Montag noted as he eyed the two suspiciously.
Hutch
almost didn’t recognize the fact that Montag was talking to him, the name sounding so foreign.
Rigsby
looked at Billy, “Go fetch us some coffee and sweet rolls, bring them to the office!” Billy just stared up at
him, seemingly afraid to move, “Now!” he shouted as the child jumped to and ran out the door slamming it behind
him.
Both
Montag and Rigsby laughed at his reaction as Hutch joined in, sickened by the way they got their thrills. Rigsby looked back
at the tall blond, “Let’s get you back to Jason, he misses you.” He taunted as the three of them left Hutch’s
modest room.
~~~~~~~~~ooooo~~~~~~~~~~
Jason
sat behind his desk, leaning back in his high back leather chair. Everything else inside the camp was modest and humble, except
for his office that boasted the finer things in life, including the chair and solid oak desk, both of his finely chiseled,
muscular legs up in the corner of his hard wood desk. He lay back in the chair, one arm behind his head, as his other hand
twirled and rolled a Cuban cigar between his lips and over his tongue.
A
knock on the door, three successive raps, followed by two short ones, made Jason drop his jean clad legs to the floor and
sit up, leaning with both arms on the desk in front of him, “C’me in.” he commanded.
Hutch,
Montag and Rigsby entered the room, in that order. Hutch stood to the right side of the desk as the other two filed in behind
him.
“So
tell me Kent, how do you like what you’ve seen so far?” Kiles asked as he took a long drag from his cigar.
“Nice
little operation you got goin’ here, but I’d like to see more of it.” Hutch pushed as he took a seat across
from the arrogant man.
Kiles
let out a roar of laughter, followed by his other two lackeys as they all apparently shared some inside joke.
“Now
just slow down there Superman, you got a lot of due paying to do before you get in on the whole operation…” Kiles
explained, “…after all, how do we know we can trust you? We really don’t know anything ‘bout you ‘cept
you like to kick the shit out of Jews.”
“Look,”
Hutch exclaimed, in his most serious of tones, “I am sick and tired of watching everyone around me get ahead, while
I work twice as hard to stay in the same place.” He growled, his brow furrowing, deepening the crease between his eyes.
“I want nothing more then to watch the likes of my brother-in-law fail miserably. But I’ll be damned if I am going
to sit back, here among the likes of you, and allow you to make me feel inferior, you seem to mistake the fact that I am one of you, and I won’t be treated like one of them!” Hutch’s heart began to race, his nerves
starting to grow edgy as he worried about pushing the envelope too far.
The
three men exchanged appreciative glances as Kiles spoke, “Looks like my boys were right on the mark about you…you’re
gonna fit in just fine here Kent.”
Kiles gave his mark of approval before a knock on the door interrupted them again.
“Come
in!” Kiles shouted irritated by the interruption.
The
door opened and a man entered, his face covered in sweat and he was slightly out of breath. “12687 is ready for conditioning.”
The man announced as he left, closing the door.
Kiles
rose from his seat, “I’ve got work to do,” he explained as he looked at Montag, “Make sure Mr. Cummings
here is comfortable, see to it he gets anything he needs.” He instructed as he moved towards the door.
“What
I’d really like is to come with you and see the rest of the show.” He requested, causing Kiles to consider granting
his permission.
“Sorry
Kent, maybe next time, right now, I have
a lot of work to do, besides, I’m still not so sure your ready for this.” He stated as he pulled the door opened
and left the room, Rigsby following him obediently.
Montag
and Hutch were left in the room alone as the tall blond looked around, searching the room, “Listen, you gotta phone
I could use…if I don’t call in to work, my boss is gonna put out a missing persons on me.” Hutch joked as
he anxiously awaited an answer.
“Sure,
over there…on Kiles desk, but be careful what you say, remember I’m gonna be right here listening to you.”
Montag warned the blond, making sure that he know he was still not completely trusted.
Hutch
stood and rounded the desk, picking up the receiver and dialing the station, hoping Dobey was in his office, only getting
one shot at dialing his direct line.
~~~~~~~~~ooooo~~~~~~~~~
Kiles
entered the room; Starsky had been secured to a wooden chair and placed right in the middle, his hands bound tightly behind
him. His face was drawn and weary, the shades of purple and burgundy bruising that began to cover his entire body pleased
the sadistic man enough to bring a smile to his face.
“Good
work.” He commented on his men’s handling of the prisoner.
Starsky
lifted his heavy head, his muscles screaming at even the slightest of movements, his body crying to rest. He was aware of
Jason’s presence in the room, but as of yet, could not see him.
“Name!”
Jason shouted, his voice dark and ominous.
Starsky
struggled for his brain to comprehend and process what was being asked of him, he apparently didn’t do it fast enough
as he felt a hit to his side, gasping in agony as his already battered body protested the attack.
“I
said NAME!!!” Jason yelled again as Starsky’s breathing increased,
panic starting to set in.
He
new the answer, he knew what Jason was asking; he couldn’t process it and get it from his brain and out of his mouth.
Another
hit from the other side, struck him right beneath his ribs as he felt the contents of his stomach rise and burst out from
his mouth, vomiting all over the floor in front of him, coughing as gasping trying to get it all out.
A
handful of his hair was grasped as his head was snapped back, Jason’s hot breath against his cheek as Starsky swallowed
hard, trying to compose himself. “Name.” Jason hissed into his ear quietly.
“1…1…26….8…7,”
Starsky stuttered as his voice grew weak and strained, “Sir…” he gasped as his head was thrown forward,
his chin hitting his chest.
“Atta
boy…” Jason said approvingly, “You’re gonna learn your place here real fast.” He stated as he
circled Starsky’s chair, listening to the brunet groan and struggle to breathe, he knew he was tired, knew he needed
food and rest, he also knew that he had intended neither for the curly haired Jew.
“Now
listen up, from here on out…I am either Master or Sir, you will not look me in the eyes no matter what, you will keep
your head down, looking at your own repulsive body, under no circumstances are you to look at anyone else, you have no rights,
no respect, no worth here. You will be stripped of everything you ever were, inside and out…only here, will you learn
your true place in this world, your true lot in life. Some people were meant to lead, others to serve…do you know which
one you are, 12687?” Jason approached Starsky from the front, bending in half, his face level to Starsky’s as
the detective avoid any eye contact, focusing on his own bare, bruised knee as it shook uncontrollably.
“Sssserve.”
Starsky answered, his lip quivering, his mind wandering to his partner. Where was Hutch?
Didn’t he know how much he needed him? Didn’t he know what they were making him do? Was he okay, maybe he was
hurt too…? Starsky felt a back hand to the side of his head.
“You
stupid fuck! You forgot to say Sir!” Jason screamed, the sting of his knuckles throbbing against Starsky’s cheek.
“Sir….!”
Starsky shouted quickly and obediently, “I…I’m sorry, Sir!” His voice was shaking as he choked on
every word.
The
room swam as Starsky fought to remain conscious, he struggled to listen and follow the directions he was being given.
“Now,
I want you to repeat after me…” Jason sat on the edge of a table, that was just out of Starsky’s reach.
Starsky’s
head remained bent, his chin on his chest, his eyes focused as much as possible on the ground beneath his feet, he listened
intently, knowing that whatever Jason instructed him to do or say, he was going to have to go along with it if he was going
to survive this, he had to make it through this and get out of his current predicament, he had to find Hutch and make sure
he was okay.
“I
am here to serve…” Jason orated.
“I…I’m
here t…to serve…” Starsky repeated thinking to himself that it wasn’t so bad, it sure was easier then
getting beaten.
“I
am paying for the sins of my fathers, of my brothers…”
“I
am paying…for the sins…of my fathers…and brothers…”
Jason
rose and walked towards the brunet as Starsky began to shake in fear and anticipation of what was to come.
“I
am nothing…” Jason said in a low hiss.
“I…am
nothing.” Starsky’s voice quaked.
“I
am a Jew…”
Starsky
swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to fight and scream…a part of him feeling so alone and broken, he was afraid.
Afraid he would never see his blond partner again…
“I
am a Jew…”
The
commotion in the room stirred Starsky’s senses as he saw many feet scurrying about, and things happening in the room,
just when he felt like he would make it through this session, he felt his body being touched and felt, before he knew it,
he felt the sharp sting of something slicing into his back, several times, across his shoulders…he screamed out, unable
to stop the reaction from the surges of pain that shot across his back, and shoulders, he felt his neck and jaw being grabbed
by several strong hands as he spat and fought against them…Suddenly the room began to fade, and the blanket of darkness
consumed him once again.
~~~~~~~~~ooooo~~~~~~~~~
Hutch
clutched the phone, cupping the mouthpiece in his right palm, away from Montag as he waited for Dobey, or someone to pick
up.
He
was relieved and frightened at the same time when he heard the rotund man’s voice bellow from the other end, “Dobey, what is it?” The voice growled.
“Ca…er,
Harold, is me, Kent…Kent Cummings.” Hutch prayed that his Captain recognized his voice.
“Who?
Hutch’s
heart sank, “Listen, I just wanted to tell you, I’m not coming in.” He continued with high anticipations.
“Hutchinson,
is that you?”
The
tall blond sighed in relief. “That’s right, you heard me and I don’t think I’ll be back either!”
he fumed.
“What the Sam hell are you talking about? And where in the hell are you?”
“Let’s
just say that I was getting tired of they way I’ve been treated in that department, and I want out!” Hutch spat.
“Listen Hutchinson,
I don’t know who you think you are, but if you and your partner don’t get your sorry behind…”
“I
don’t think you heard me right, there is no way I’m coming back to that place, you got me?”
Dobey’s
voice became soft and concerned, “Listen son, are you in some kind of trouble?”
“That’s
exactly what I said!” Hutch answered, thrilled that Dobey caught on.
“Is Starsky with you?”
“Yes,
yes it’s true. I want outta there.” Hutch finished as he noted Montag pacing and eyeing him nervously.
“Where are you?”
“I
have no idea what you’re talking about Harold!” Hutch looked over at Montag, “Look, I got to be going now,
I just wanted you know not to be expecting me anytime soon.”
“Hutch, we’ll find you…I promise!” Dobey blurted out.
“See
to it that you do!” The blond said angrily as he slammed the phone down into its cradle, looking back up at Montag as
the door flew open and a terrified Billy ran into the room.
Chapter Eleven
Jason
finished his task and looked at the unconscious detective with disgust and disdain. He looked at his artwork and then over
to one of his men, “Get him outta here, he makes me sick!” He ordered as the men jumped into action, untying the
brunet, and holding him to keep him from falling out of the chair as Jason continued to instruct his men. “Hose him
down, he’s starting to stink.” He finished as he left the room, and headed back towards his office.
The
men continued preparing the prisoner, as they drug him, carrying him out if the office, his bent knees and legs dragging behind
his limp form. They carried him out to the courtyard, and onto a large concrete slab in the middle of a wide opened space,
his hands were shackled to tall iron poles, hanging him from his wrists as his knees rested against the hard surface.
~~~~~~~~~oooo~~~~~~~~~~
“What
the hell do you want?” Montag spewed at the pre teen that had just burst into the room.
Billy
looked around the room, his face paling as the perspiration continued to bead up on his skin.
Hutch
quickly saw the gravity of the situation, and the shear terror on child’s face as he took control of the situation.
“I thought I told you to wait in my room!” He shouted in mock anger at the frightened boy. “You sure don’t
listen very good, now do you?”
N-n-no
Sir…” he stuttered, quickly regretting his rash decision to find the tall blond after witnessing the horrific
torture that the brunet had just endured.
The
tall blond approached the young man, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and jerking him closer. “Now I want you to listen,
and this time I want you to hear me…go to my room and wait there. I’ve got shit to do here, and this is no place
for you to be!” He commanded as yet another man entered the room, looking at Montag.
“Kiles
wants you, in the courtyard, now!” He relayed the message before quickly disappearing out of the room.
Montag
looked at Hutch and the boy, seemingly satisfied with Hutch’s handling of the situation, “I think you both better
get back to your room. Why don’t you escort Billy Goat here back to the dorm, I gotta go see what Jason wants.”
He stated as he headed for the door, holding it open for the two guests.
Hutch
and Billy passed through the doorway, the tall blond still holding the boy by the scruff of the neck. As they continued down
the hallway, Hutch looked around. Montag followed them a short way and then branched off, heading down another corridor.
Hutch
bent slightly, whispering in the young man’s ear, “What the hell were you thinking, coming in there like that,
he coulda hurt you?” Hutch explained as he felt Billy starting to tremble under his hand. “What’s wrong?”
Hutch became quickly aware of Billy’s desperation.
“It’s
that guy, the one you told me to keep an eye on…” His voice low and barely audible as he kept his eyes forward,
“they hurt ‘im…they hurt him really bad…” his voice trailed off.
Hutch
felt his heart sink into the depths of his chest, “What you mean hurt him? What’d they do?”
“They
had him tied to a chair…they hit him a couple times…” Billy tried to convey they events as they replayed
in his mind.
“Go
on…what else did they do to him, come one Billy tell me, is he okay?” The tone of Hutch’s voice made evident
the slight hint of panic as his voice pitched.
“T-t-then
they took a knife…” Hutch stopped him in his tracks as his face paled with what he had just heard.
“They did what?” The tall blond asked in disbelief as his brow furrowed, his eyes darting around as his heart started
to race anticipatorily. “Oh Jesus, no…” Hutch gasped as he started to push past the boy and out the door
of the building.
Billy
stopped Hutch by grabbing his wrist and tugging on it firmly, causing him to turn around sharply. “You can’t go
rushing out there…you’ll get you both killed…he’s okay, he’s just hurt…don’t screw
this up.” Billy warned as Hutch saw the wisdom in the young innocent boy’s face as the curly haired boy’s
dark features penetrated his heart. This boy reminded him of someone very close to him, he was wise beyond his years.
Hutch
paused and took a deep breath; nothing in his police training prepared him for this, to stand by and watch his best friend
being tortured, and not do anything to stop it. He knew Billy was right, he knew
that he had to be careful if he stood any chance of getting them both out of their alive. He looked around the hallway where
they stood, and then back down at the young boy in front of him, “Okay, okay…lets get back to my room, we have
to figure out a way outta here, and I’m gonna need your help to do it.” Hutch noted as Billy opened the door and
then looked back at him, over his shoulder.
“Listen,
no matter what you see out here, just keep walking…don’t react…we’ll get him out of here, but you
have to listen to me.” He said quickly and then started to walk away, Hutch following close behind.
~~~~~~~~~~ooooo~~~~~~~~~~~
Hutch
and Billy walked across the compound, the smaller boy in front. Hutch tried to be inconspicuous as he scanned the camp, looking
for weaknesses and possible escape routes. He noted that Billy’s pace increased as Hutch needed to step up to keep up.
He heard laughing coming from around the corner of a concrete wall, watching water as it trickled off a slab and into the
dirt. The cool damp air brought a chill to the tall blonde’s frame. He heard roars of laughter and whoops and hollers
of joyous celebration as both males made it around the building.
Billy
whispered a warning that Hutch that made the tall blond shudder, “Just keep walking, ‘member?” he stated
quickly as he was almost jogging at this point.
Hutch
hopped to keep up, and then stopped immediately as he rounded the building, catching sight of his partner, suspended from
to poles, chains harboring his red and swollen wrists. Several men surrounded Starsky as they used a high power hose to spray
down his friend. Starsky shivered, his skin was a light shade of blue, his naked body hung, his knees barely touching the
concrete slab below him. Hutch took a step toward him as he felt a tug on his shirt, looking down to see Billy’s large
brown eyes staring up at him, pleading with him to follow.
He
looked nervously at his injured partner, down at the boy, and then back to his partner. He closed his eyes briefly as he whispered
a silent prayer for Starsky and then followed Billy back towards his room. He fought with everything he had to fight off the
urge to rush back to the concrete slab they had Starsky restrained on, wanting nothing more then to rip everyone of the miserable
people that were hosing him down, limb from limb. He had to fight against his own will and his own heart as he tried desperately
to keep his wits about him.
He
tried to make eye contact with his partner, but Starsky’s head was bowed, his eyes barely open. Hutch was just going
to have to try for a better time to make contact with him, he knew Starsky needed him, needed his contact, his words, his
support, and he needed it soon.
Reluctantly,
he followed Billy back to the building that housed his room. Once inside, Hutch paced relentlessly, his mind racing at a fevered
pace. Billy busied himself around the room, looking under the bed and in the small closet until he found what he was looking
for, a change of clothes. He pulled them out, holding them neatly folded in both hands offering up to Hutch with a look seeking
his approval.
“What’s
that?” Hutch asked the young man.
“It’s
a change of clothes, what does it look like?” Billy asked innocently enough. “There’s more in the closet.”
“What’d
you want me to do with those?”
“Nothing
stupid…I am…” Billy answered, reminding Hutch of the way he and Starsky always indulged in playful banter.
“I’m gonna sneak them to your friend, at least he can where them for a while, help him warm up a bit…they’ll
take them away when they find him in ‘em, but at least he it’ll help for a while.”
Hutch
felt himself drawn into the child’s innocence and good nature, wanting to help, to make someone’s life, someone
he didn’t even know, easier…then the reality set in…what if he was caught, it was too dangerous, and even
Starsky himself wouldn’t want that.
“I
can’t let you do that Billy, it’s too dangerous.” Hutch protested as Billy headed for the door.
“Nah,
it aint nuthin’, I’ve done this before, don’t worry…I know what I’m doing.” He explained
before disappearing quickly, before Hutch had a chance to object any further.
Hutch
fought the urge to follow the young boy, worried about his partner, but also worried about endangering the one person in this
camp that was trying to help him. This child was risking his life to help Starsky, he was doing more then even the tall blond
was doing, and that realization struck Hutch hard, nearly bringing him to his knees in desperation.
~~~~~~~~~~ooooo~~~~~~~~~~
Billy
carefully made his way downstairs and to the brunet. Starsky lay in a heap in the corner of the cell, his body jerking violently,
shivering from the cold and twitching from his injuries. Billy heard his labored breathing and his heart seized in sorrow
for the man. The young boys mind wandered back to his father, his memories flooding back as his eyes filled with water, as
he recalled the way the men beat and tortured his father, trying to break the once strong and proud man that was Billy’s
idol. He remembered the look in his father’s eyes as he succumbed to their demands, complying with their wishes as they
held Billy in front of him, threatening to slice his throat if his father didn’t obey. He remembered them continuing
to condition and abuse his father until the man had nothing left, no strength, no free will, no dignity. He reached his small
hand through the bars of the cage, trembling as he tapped the brunet on the shoulder, earning him a subtle grunt from the
injured man.
“Pssst…hey
Mister…wake up…I brought you some clothes.” Billy whispered, trying to sooth Starsky into consciousness.
Starsky’s
head moved slightly from side to side, his skin glistened with moisture as he lay on his back, face up. Billy poked his shoulder
a little harder.
“Come
on Mister, wake up. You need to put this on…” Billy threaded a shirt and a pair of pants through the cell bars,
laying them next to the waking man.
“…utch…”
Starsky groaned, swallowing hard, trying to push the pain and cold from every nerve of his body. “Hutch…”
he repeated.
“Wake
up…” Billy encouraged the brunet to continue his journey back to him, “Come on, you can do it…I got
somethin’ for ya.” A slight excitement caused the tone of his voice to rise as he anticipated his awakening.
Starsky’s
eyes opened briefly, then closed just as fast, his dark lashes pressing hard against his cheek, trying desperately to will
himself back into the painless world of darkness he was being unwillingly pulled from.
“I
brought some food for ya’ too.” Billy added as he pulled a roll out of his jacket.
Starsky
heard the word food and struggled harder to bring himself back, he was famished. He knew that food wood be vital in maintaining
his strength. He groaned as he slowly rolled to his side, blinking rapidly as
he tried to focus on the young man, staring at him sympathetically. The pain that he construed from the look on the youngsters
face, tore at the detective.
He
saw the clothes lying beside him, his trembling hand reaching for them, feeling elated by the feel of the flannel pants, and
zippered, hooded sweat jacket that he pulled closer to his frigid body. His breaths came in short, quick gasps as he fought
to control of it, along with his shaking body.
He
slowly pulled on the flannelled, draw string pants, rolling on his side, and struggling to get them on. Billy watched him
as Starsky grew more and more frustrated. He was finally successful barely pulling them up to his hips. He looked at Billy,
his drawn and weary face showing his exhaustion and pain. His eyes locked with the boys as he looked at the shirt he still
needed to maneuver.
Billy
reached through the bars, motioning at the detective, “C’mere,” he instructed him as Starsky grunted and
struggled to scoot closer to the child. “Turn ‘round.” Billy continued to direct his new found friend. “The
guards wont be back for several hours, I’ll come back before their rounds and take these back, don’t worry.”
Billy reassured him.
Starsky
smiled in appreciation, only have of his mouth curled upward. “Thanks kid.” He whispered as he complied.
The
brunet groaned unintentionally as he turned his back on the boy, for him to help with his jacket. Billy gasped in horror as
he saw Starsky’s back, he threw the jacket over the curly haired man’s shoulders, and held the arms for Starsky
to slowly slip his arms through. His young face paled as he felt his stomach turning, unable to take his eyes off of the cruel
wounds that they had inflicted on this man, simply because he wasn’t one of them. As soon as the jacket was on, Billy
set some bread and cheese down beside the detective and whispered. “I’ll be back in a few hours, get some rest
and eat.” He patted him on the shoulder, carefully avoiding the area that appalled him so.
He
rose quickly to his feet and ran off, back to report to the tall blond that was waiting for word. How was he going to take
it when he told them what they had done to his friend’s back?
Chapter Twelve
Billy
slowly entered Hutch’s room, pushing the door open slightly as he peeked around the doorway, finding the room empty.
He stepped in cautiously and closed the door, his eyes tracing around the small space as he looked for nothing in particular.
He sat on Hutch’s bed, the mattress feeling more then inviting to the weary child. He had had very little sleep over
the past couple of days and the fatigue was setting in. Pushing himself up on the bed completely, he used his arms to lift
his body towards the pillow. Laying back he allowed the comfort surrounding his body to consume him quickly, into a deep,
peaceful slumber.
ooooOOOOoooo
Hutch
allowed the hot pulsating shower to beat against his aching back, stretching his neck, backwards and forwards, trying to loosen
up the stiffness that was building. It felt good, he needed this to wash away the filth that covered his body and to try and
relax his body from the tension that racked it since his arrival at this concentration type camp. He knew there were other
prisoners, but had yet to see them. How many were here, he had no idea, but he knew he had to help them, but first he had
to take care of his partner. He finished soaking up the heat and pulsing of the shower, and turned and shut it off. Flinging
back the curtain, he grabbed the dingy yellow towel that he had slung over the sink, wrapping it around his waist. His tall
frame and taught back muscles flexed with every move as the water dripped from his wet blond locks.
Stepping
out of the stall, he headed back down the hallway to his room. All the tenants on the east side of the building shared one
bathroom, the ones on the west shared another.
He
walked into his room, instantly spotting the sleeping Billy on his bed. He knew the boy was tired and needed his rest, he
also knew that he needed to know how his partner was. Hutch allowed the boy to continue to sleep as he searched the room for
clean clothes to wear. Finding a change of clothes, he looked over his shoulder, making sure that Billy was still sleeping.
He carefully pulled the pants on, under his towel, hiking them over his hips and buttoning them. He finished dressing by pulling
a sweater over his head, thrusting both arms into the sleeves.
The
tall detective looked down at the peacefully sleeping child, sitting on the bed next to him, his own fatigue taking control
of his body. He lay back, staring at the ceiling, his forearm on his forehead, eyes blinking, feeling heavy and gritty with
every movement. He closed his eyes one final time, it felt so good, he knew that just letting them rest for a few minutes
wouldn’t hurt anything.
ooooOOOOoooo
Kiles
walked through the yard, occasionally when sleep eluded him; he would walk the grounds, taking in his accomplishment and the
new world that he was creating, one Jew at a time. He enjoyed the cool crisp night air, seeing his breath play out in front
of him in the form of fog as it lifted into the dark sky, the deeper he breathed the more the fog. He made his rounds, first
to the men inside the barrack type buildings, the ones that had earned their rights to be able to sleep inside, on hard cots
barely wide enough for their thin frames. Many of them were emaciated, frail from months of near starvation and abuse. Some
were still in fairly good shape, sure to fetch Jason Kiles top dollar on the black market. The thought excited him and he
felt himself actually becoming aroused at his achievements as he eyed each and every one of them. He decided quickly that
it would be best for him to take his reacting body outside, into the night air, to clear his thoughts, and focus on the prizes
that awaited him.
He
left the building, the cold air hitting his cheeks harshly. He walked into the middle of the yard, passing the three cages
that held any prisoners that were being ‘difficult’. The old man was now in the cage on the left as Kiles rounded
the corner. He had earned minimal clothing back, a pair of shorts, but nothing else. He wasn’t even shaking anymore,
his body seemingly adapting to the cool temperatures. He passed the elderly male and stopped in his tracks as he looked in
on the center cage and found a fully clothed Jew.
“Son
of a bitch!” Kiles shouted as he looked down at the sleeping brunet. “Guard!!!!” He screamed out, his anger
boiling over as Starsky jerked awake sitting up slowly, his body once again screaming out with the sudden movements.
“Where’d
you get the clothes?” Kiles asked a confused and only partially awake Starsky.
The
brunet stayed silent, it took him a minute to remember where he had gotten them, and once he did, he wasn’t about to
tell the insanely angry man that stood before him.
“I
asked you a question!” Kiles shouted as the guard positioned himself in front of his boss, nervously trying several
keys, attempting to unlock the cage. By this time, several other guards had joined the trio.
“I
had t…them hidden…” Starsky stuttered, knowing that what was about to happen was going to be painful and
there was even a chance that this time, he may not survive. But he also knew that he couldn’t give up the child that
tried to help him.
Kiles
burst into the cell followed by the largest of the guards. He grabbed a handful of Starsky’s hair, snapping his head
backwards, exposing his neck. Drawing a large knife from the back of his waistband of his jeans, his placed the cold steel
blade against the trembling man’s throat, applying just enough pressure to make him flinch, feeling the sharp edge barely
pierce his flesh.
“Now
tell me where you gottem!” Kiles demanded, growling, his lips pursing together.
“The
boy…it was the goat boy…” A voice from behind Kiles spoke.
Jason
turned to see the old man, weakly trying to push himself up off the cold concrete ground. “Billy brought them.”
Starsky
felt his heart seize in panic as Kiles released his hair, giving it a final shove forward, just for good merit.
Kiles
looked at one of his guards that still stood outside the box, “Get me the boy.” He ordered as the guard ran off
obediently.
“No…no…no…don’t…I
mean…he didn’t do shit…leave him alone…if…if you wanna punish someone, punish me…just…just
leave the boy…alone.” Starsky pled as Kiles laughed, walking past him and leaving the cage, the other guard following
close behind.
“You
don’t know how it works ‘round here…see…if someone crosses me, that it is my job to teach them a lesson…”
He said quietly as he turned his back on the detective, walking away slowly. “Now we wait.” He stated as they
all paused in the center of the courtyard and waited patiently for Kiles next victim to be brought to him, the evil man becoming
aroused once again.
“No…please
God…no…” Starsky gasped as he allowed his forehead to rest against the cold black steel of the bars of his
confines, his desperation blossoming to a whole new level. “Hutchhhh.”
He whispered, silently praying for the White Knight to ride in and save the day.
ooooOOOOoooo
Hutch’s mind wandered peacefully in his dream state, he and Starsky running
through the streets of Bay City, tearing after a wanted criminal.
Just the way it should be, Starsky out in front, and Hutch watching his back. Even though they were headed into danger, at
least they were able to watch out for each other…suddenly the scene faded to a beautifully sunny day on a crystal clear
beach. Both of them in shorts and shirtless, lounging in the warm sun, enjoying the mild Southern California weather…Two
beautiful women jogging, catching both of their attention as the rose up, propping themselves up on their elbows, watching
the scenery as it the women’s assets bounced on by.
He
was suddenly jolted out of his mirage by the door to his room being flung open loudly, the handle bouncing off the wall. Rigsby
shouted out as he eyed the boy who sat up startled and scared by the rude awakening. Hutch tried to clear the fog from his
head as quickly as possible. Billy curled up on the bed, slowly scooting himself farther back against the wall until he had
no where else to retreat.
Hutch
tried to place his body between the intruders and the fearful child as Rigsby approached him, reaching out and grabbing Billy
by the wrist, roughly jerking him from the bed and onto the ground next to him.
“You
little son of a bitch…Kiles knows that it was you that took that Jew his clothes an’ know he wants to see you!”
Rigsby growled as Billy’s eyes locked with a frightened Hutch. He showed no terror in his gaze, just a simple acceptance
of what was to come.
“I’m…m’sorry…he
was cold…” Billy answered as Rigsby pulled him closer to him, yanking him up on his feet.
“Hey
listen, take it easy on the kid…he really didn’t hurt anything, did he?” Hutch tried to convince Rigsby,
earning him a roar of laughter.
“Well
of course he didn’t hurt anything, but he tried to help the Jew…he
might as well of slapped Kiles across the face…No one, no one, interferes with Kiles conditioning treatment.” Rigsby looked down at the child, “And now
you’re gonna pay for it.”
One
of Jason’s henchmen took the child and drug him from the room, followed by another one of Kiles men. Hutch stood, preparing
to follow the group only to be stopped by a third man. “We’ll send for you when its time, don’t worry, we
wont let you miss the show!” he said with a sickening smile washing across his face.
Hutch
took a step forward, about to step in and stop this from happening. He thought about the child and about his partner the expression
on his face changing to anticipation.
“Look,
I don’t want anything to happen to that kid…he didn’t do anything wrong…at least not as far as he
can tell, he’s just a child.” Hutch expressed his feelings.
“Don’t
worry, Kiles wont kill him, he’s all we got to keep his old man in line…his
father calls here every week just to talk to him, make sure he’s alive…in return, he does whatever he is told,
without protest. Makes Kiles a fortune in this line of work, if you know what I mean?” The tall red haired winked at
Hutch and then left the room, closing the door behind him.
ooooOOOOoooo
Starsky
sat in his cell; he was a little surprised that they had not taken his clothes from him. The older man that had been held
in the cell next to him was rewarded handsomely for turning the kid in. He was now treated to new warm clothes and a hot meal
in the cafeteria in return for his loyalty. Starsky felt his dread and doom building from deep inside, at the very core of
his being. Either Starsky or the child would be made to suffer for their indiscretion, and the brunet detective only hoped
it would be him.
He
watched as Rigsby walked with the boy, dragging him half the time if he tripped, until he was able to get his feet underneath
him, and attempted to keep up with the larger man’s frantic pace. Starsky’s heart seized and cramped up, his stomach
knotting.
Billy’s
eyes locked with Starsky’s as they came nearer, there was an expression that the brunet read as a calmness, and a resolve
about his fate and what was to come. Starsky didn’t feel the same, he wasn’t about to go into this calmly, he
couldn’t. If they attempted to harm the boy then Starsky would sacrifice himself to ensure the child’s safety.
“Ready
to watch him pay for your sins?” Kiles asked Starsky as he delivered a brutal kick to Starsky’s side, knocking
him to the ground, leaving him gasping for breath.
Chapter Thirteen
“You
son of a bitch, let ‘im go!” Starsky shouted as he struggled to pull himself to the front of his cage, trying
to divert the attention from the boy to himself, but having little luck. “Let go of him, he didn’t do nuthin’!”
The brunet pled, his anger having no place to be released, he allowed his forehead to hit against the bar in frustration.
Rigsby
pulled the small boy up by the collar as Kiles approached him, backhanding him across the side of his cheek, snapping his
head to the side.
Billy
didn’t make a noise, not a peep, not a gasp. Starsky screamed out, “You motherfucker, leave him alone!”
He spat as he reached both arms through the bars in a futile effort to reach the men that held this boys fate in their hands.
Kiles
large hand grabbed Billy’s throat, squeezing tightly, choking the life from the young male. Billy’s eye showed
fear, but not panic.
“You’re
killing him, let him go! I swear, I’ll do anything you say!” Starsky shouted as he started to rip his shirt off
of his body, his hands shaking as they reached for the waist of the pants, nervously wanting to remove them and make their
punishment stop. “You can have the clothes back, just leave him ‘lone” Starsky begged, his voice cracking.
Kiles
released Billy’s throat, leaving the boy coughing, his head hung forward as he struggled to catch his breath. With a
tip of his head, Kiles instructed his man. Rigsby grabbed a fistful of Billy’s hair, pulling it back, stretching his
neck. Kiles once again, connected firmly with Billy’s face, instantly splitting the child’s lip, the blood beginning
to trickle down his chin.
Starsky’s
anger began to boil uncontrollably as he seethed, gasping heavily, trying to breath through his rage, the veins in neck and
temple bulging. “Must make you feel real good…beatin’ the shit outta a kid! Why don’t you come over
here and take a fucking shot at me asshole!?!”
For
the most part he was completely ignored by everyone around. All eyes were on the events unfolding in the center of the courtyard,
the silence of the others gave Starsky little hope that he would be able to stop what was happening.
“Come
on!!! Come on!” He cried out as he allowed himself to collapse and slowly fall down to the cold concrete, sliding against
the metal bars. “Please, leave ‘im ‘lone…” Starsky sighed heavily. “Please…”
He sobbed as he let his head fall forward, afraid to watch anymore.
ooooOOOOoooo
Hutch
made his way downstairs and out of the building that housed his room. He opened the door carefully, peeking his head out,
his eyes darting from side to side. He heard some screaming off in the distance, it was muffled and he wasn’t able to
make out the exact words, but he knew it sounded like his partner’s voice.
Once
he was confident that the coast was clear, he made his way outside and across the courtyard of the camp. The shouting he had
heard earlier had subsided as he neared the cages that held his partner. Before he was able to make his way around the wall,
a wall that separated him from the most important person in the world to him, he was stopped. A strong arm grabbing his bicep,
grasping it firmly and whipping him around, he found himself staring into Montag’s face, the man’s crystal blue
eyes glaring deep into Hutch’s soul.
“Just
where in the hell do you think you are goin?” Montag spewed, his brow furrowing in suspicion and anger. “You were
told to stay put until someone came for you.”
Hutch
let out a nervous snort of laughter, “That was like 15 minutes ago, thought you forgot about me….I didn’t
want to miss the show you know…I have, shall we say, a vested interest in this one, and I want to see him pay for everything
he’s done, including breathing.”
“Yeah?
Well I think you’re just a little too eager for your own good…” Montag stated calmly as he pulled the blond
back. “You need to get your ass back to your room and wait for instructions…you read me?”
“Loud
and clear.” Hutch answered as he jerked his arm out of Montag’s grasp.
Hutch
turned on his heels and headed back to his room, Montag, having no reason to doubt the blond, went on his way, confident that
Kent Cummings would follow the directions just given him.
Just
as Hutch was approaching his building, he ducked around the back side, determined to get to his friend and make sure that
he was okay. He knew that if Starsky was being harmed he was going to have to grab him and run. He also knew that doing that
would probably cost both of them their lives…he needed to stay calm and not react without weighing all the consequences,
but he just couldn’t sit by any longer and watch the horrific treatment that his best friend was receiving. He had to
plan an escape, time was of the essence and they needed to make their move fast, for all of their sakes.
Hutch
waited in the shadows as the grounds cleared out. He slowly made his way towards the cages that housed his partner, being
careful not to get caught, knowing that if he did, this time they wouldn’t be so understanding.
He
stayed in the shadows; somewhat mimicking what he had seen Billy do as he maneuvered his way around.
He
approached the wide open space that housed the three iron cages, one that he knew would be occupied by his partner. Peeking
his head around the corner, his eyes grew wide as he witnessed one man throwing Billy’s motionless, naked form into
the cell next to Starsky.
The
hot headed brunet continued to shout and scream at Kiles and the others that surrounded his cell.
“You
sons of bitches…you didn’t need to do that to him, he didn’t do nuthin’! I swear to God, mark my words,
one of these days you’re all going to pay for that…I’ll see to it!” Starsky continued to spit out
the words faster then Hutch could comprehend them. He closed his eyes briefly, wishing that his friend would close his mouth
and just let him handle it. At the rate Starsky was going, it was going to be a long night for him…not if Hutch could
help it.
The
blond heard the clanking of metal against metal as he looked back around the wall, his stomach jumping into this throat as
he witnessed three men enter his cage and roughly grab him, dragging him across the ground and out of the cell. They continued
to tow him up a set of stairs, his legs hitting the concrete steps roughly before disappearing into a room at the top of the
two-story building.
ooooOOOOoooo
Starsky
was brutally thrown into the room, two men flanking him immediately as Kiles took his time swaggering inside, a smile spreading
across his face. The curly haired detective immediately recognized the room; it was the same room that he had been given electric
shock therapy earlier. Trying to push himself up on all fours, he looked to his right and saw the metal meshed wall where
they had strapped him to before. His heart began to beat a little faster as he realized what they had in store.
Rigsby
and Hudson, another one of Kiles henchmen that had been absent for quite some time, quickly grabbed Starsky, jerking him up
by the arms, they struggled to move him closer to the wall as the brunet began to fight back. Starsky had been some what compliant
up until now, but knowing what they were going to do and how much it was going to hurt, he couldn’t help but fight.
He
snorted, grunted and moaned as he attempted to yank himself free. Rigsby and Hudson tightened their grip as they fought back.
Just before they were successful in strapping him to the wall of torture, Starsky twisted his body, turning inward as he rose
he free leg, his knee connecting with Hudson’s groin.
Letting
out a purely animalistic growl, Hudson released his hold on
Starsky and reflexively grabbed his crotch with both hands, dropping to his knees. Rigsby quickly retaliated with a vicious
blow to the side of the prisoner’s head causing Starsky to see stars, his knees buckling briefly.
Rigsby
collected his own strength and power as he strapped one of the brunet’s arms to the wired wall. Starsky gasped, he was
exhausted and weak, his ankle still throbbed, he had little food and barely any water other then the rain that had fallen.
He had no strength left to give, and no fight left to wage against his captors.
Hudson had managed to pick himself up off the ground. Kiles was yelling at his man, berating him for being
incompetent.
“You
fucking idiot! How’d you let him get in a shot like that?” Kiles shouted at his employee. “You’re
such a loser, I don’t even know why you’re here…get the fuck outta here, I don’t even want to look
at you!” Kiles ranted as Hudson walked over towards
the partially restrained detective, pulling back his right arm and letting it fly forward, connecting with Starsky’s
abdomen, bending him in half.
Starsky
heaved and coughed heavily while Rigsby finished restraining his other arm into the device that was made to send vicious amount
of electricity surging through its victim’s bodies.
Hudson made his way, out of the room as Kiles continued to yell at him and encourage him to leave, actually
demanding that he left. Starsky gasped over and over again, breathing heavily, trying his best to catch his breath.
“What’s
a matter Jew?” Kiles asked, returning his attention to his prey. “Havin’ trouble?”
“Fuck
you!” Starsky spat, figuring he really had little to loose at this point. Either Hutch would bust in and save him, or
he was pretty much a dead man, and at this point it made no difference to him.
His
head was quickly snapped back, stretching his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing predominantly as he swallowed his fear.
“You’re
a real smart ass, aren’t ya?” Kiles asked as Rigsby held a handful of the defiant man’s hair.
Starsky
swallowed hard, fighting to get the words out, wanting to sound as tough as possible.
“Why
not untie me and get rid of your goon here…” He paused briefly, sucking in a lung full of air, “then we’ll
see how fucking tough you are…” He finished spitting out the words, expecting to be hit, or slapped, or even electrocuted,
but the only response he got was a deep hearty roar of laughter.
Kiles
slapped Rigsby and his back, “Do as the man says Rigsby…” Kiles instructed the man, “Get the hell
outta here.”
Both
men exchanged an understanding gaze as Rigsby smiled and let go of Starsky’s hair, pushing his head forward just for
effect. Starsky’s heart began to race, what did these men have in store for him? What was their plan? The panic slowly
started to seep back into the brunet’s tough appearance as is eyes darted back and forth between the two.
Rigsby
left the room, glancing back over his shoulder at his boss one final time before disappearing completely.
Kiles
shut the door firmly as he crossed the room in front of the restrained and helpless Starsky.
“You
got your wish Jew, he’s gone, now what?” Kiles taunted the exhausted man mercilessly.
“Untie
me, and I’ll show you what…” Starsky hissed. “You didn’t need to hurt the kid…”
“He
disobeyed me…he’s lucky he’s still alive.” Kiles retorted.
“You’re
a sick son of a bitch…gets his jollies beating on kids and taking advantage of people that are just plain different…”
Starsky spoke, his voice even and steady. “What’sa matter, do we scare you? You afraid that you might be the inferior race…is that why you have to hurt us and beat us…to make you feel above
the rest of us?”
“You
think you know me? You don’t know shit about me…” Kiles spat.
“I
know that you’re fucked up in the head…an’ that without your fucking goons, you ain’t shit!”
Starsky answered, only to be met with a severe surge of pain that coursed through his entire body as he screamed out in agony.
He never even saw it coming…
ooooOOOOoooo
Hutch
stood outside, waiting for his opportunity to make a move. His gaze was drawn upward as he noticed the lights flickering on
and off, knowing that someone, probably his partner, was being ‘conditioned’.
His stomach seized up in knots, his fear and anxiety rising in to his throat as he swallowed hard, trying to return
the bile to his stomach. He looked around the camp nervously, he looked above him, to each side of him, and then behind him,
looking for anything, something that he could use to help.
He
spotted something off in the distance; it glistened in the damp night air as the flickering lights illuminated the box. Looking
around quickly, making sure the coast was clear, he made a mad dash for the object of his hope.
ooooOOOOoooo
Starsky
heaved, in and out, excess saliva dripping from his mouth, a string running from his bottom lip, nearly all the way to the
floor. The brunet continued to gasp, tying to regain the composure he had just moments ago, trying to get his breathing under
control once again.
“Care
to repeat your thoughts?” Kiles teased and taunted his victim as he paced in front of him. Even if Starsky wanted to
repeat his words, he couldn’t find his voice.
“I’m
gonna ask you again…care to repeat your words?” Kiles said with more emphasis, making sure that Starsky realized
that he was none to happy with his behavior.
“N…no.”
Starsky stuttered, regretting the fact that he had even tried to confront him in the first place.
“No
what?” Kiles seethed, his face reddening in anger.
“No…No
Sir…” Starsky conceded defeat, at least for the moment. He had no choice, he was in no position to argue or fight
with the evil man. He knew that nothing he said was going to change his mind about racism or fair treatment.
Every
hair on his body tingled, he felt his skin crawling as the electricity continued to flow through his system.
This
time Starsky was very aware of Kiles making his way back towards the switch, the device that would send another surge of pain
throughout his body. Kiles placed his hand on the switch, a look of pure evil washing over his face. Starsky held his breath,
prepared to ride this wave of excruciating pain that was about to hit him like a brick wall. His mind was already telling
him NOT to scream out, not to give the man the satisfaction of knowing that what he was doing was killing him.
The
lights flickered again, just momentarily, for a split second, before going out completely, all electricity was gone as the
duo were plunged into complete and utter darkness.
“What
the hell?” Kiles uttered in disappointment, knowing that his session would now be interrupted.
Hutch… Starsky thought to himself, a blanket of relief wafting over him.
Chapter Fourteen
“What
the hell?” Kiles said to himself as he looked around, waiting for the lights to come back on.
Starsky
kept his head down, looking at the ground before him, his eyes closing as he thanked his partner for his quick thinking. He
already knew that Hutch had to have had something to do with this stroke of luck.
Kiles
waited a few more seconds, then flipped the light switch on the wall on and off a couple times just to see if it was working.
“Looks like you lucked out Jew boy!” he seethed as he opened the door of the room, and shouted down the hall.
No one answered his call; he looked back at the exhausted and restrained prisoner before making his way out of the room.
Kiles
walked down the hall, noting the empty space, looking around, for someone. He opened the exterior door of the building, nearly
hitting the newest member of his clan in the chest. He stood and looked at a startled tall blond. “Cummings, do me a
favor,” he spoke to Hutch, looking around for his absent right hand man, “go inside and get the prisoner,”
he explained reaching in his pocket and pulled out a key ring with merely to iron keys on it, “take him back to the
cell an’ lock his ass up. I need to see what the hell happened to the power.” He finished as he continued to look
around.
“Sure
thing.” Hutch agreed, his heart rate increasing, knowing that he would soon be close to his partner.
“You
seen Rigsby around anywhere?” Kiles asked, looking deeply into Hutch’s ice blue eyes.
“No,
not me, haven’t seen him…” he explained, looking around in a mock search of the man.
“Okay,
listen up here Kent…I want you to
go inside, third door on the left, you’ll find the dirt bag there. Untie him and take him back to his cell in the middle
of the courtyard. Lock him up and then I want you to find Rigsby and tell him I’m lookin’ for him, have him meet
me in my office, you got that?” he asked, the look of intent evident on his face as he looked up at the blond.
“Got
it.” Hutch answered, reaching out and taking the keys from the evil man’s hand, fighting the overwhelming urge
to kill the man right then and there.
Montag
ran up to the both of them, his breathing rapid as he stood there obviously winded. “It’s Andrews, he’s
on the phone.” Montag informed Kiles.
“It’s
about fucking time.” He spat as he looked back at Hutch who stood there staring at him. “Get moving!” He
ordered as Hutch hopped to and headed in the building. Kiles followed Montag back to the building that housed his office.
ooooOOOOoooo
Hutch
slowly made his way down the long hallway, every step on the concrete floor echoing in his head. He looked around, the cop
training kicking into high gear as his heightened senses started to take over. His eyes darted around constantly, looking
at the doorways, then in front of him and then behind, making sure that no one was near. After what seemed to be a lifetime,
he finally made his way to the third door on the left, pausing briefly to take one more look around before turning the handle
slowly, his stomach jumping in anticipation of finally seeing his partner, his best friend, his other half. He was worried
and relieved at the same time. He pushed the door open hesitantly as he took one step inside. He heard Starsky’s ragged
breathing coming from the far side of the room. He waited slightly, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark room, making out
the shadow of a form against the wall.
Inhaling
deeply he continued into the room, turning and closing the door behind him, feeling the knob and turning the center of it
to lock it. He heard a groan escape from the brunet.
“Shhhhhhhh
Starsk, it s’okay it’s me.” He whispered.
He
let out another barely audible moan as every noise tugged at the blonde’s heartstrings. Hutch made his way carefully
across the room, seeing his partner’s form, and noticed that the brunet’s head was lobbed forward, causing Hutch
to be concerned.
“Starsk,
you hear me?” Hutch asked as he moved closer, not wanting to startle him. “It’s okay now, m’here.”
He reassured his friend as he reached out with his right hand to touch Starsky’s forearm that was stretched out to his
side.
“N…noooo…p…please, no.” Starsky gasped, his head still
hung forward, his chin on his chest. “S…sir…nooo…”
Hutch
quickly realized that his partner was begging for mercy, pleading for the unbearable pain that he had been subjected to, to
end, the blond inhaled deeply, fighting against his own anger and pain. “Auh Starsk, it’s me, Hutch.” He
said gently as his hand made contact with his partner’s arm.
He
immediately felt Starsky’s body start to shake as it tensed up, the brunet pulling against his restraints, trying to
stop whatever contact was being made with him.
“Dear
God buddy, what’d they do to you?” Hutch asked as he released Starsky’s arm, not wanting to make him uneasy
or afraid.
Hutch
felt the lump in his throat growing in size as his stomach contents threatened to make an appearance. He swallowed hard as
his mind raced, trying to figure out what he was going to do next. He had to get his partner out of this situation, and he
had to do it now. He knew that much, but how?
“Starsky,
listen to me …I’m gonna get you out of this, it’s me Hutch…please, I’m not going to hurt you,
you gotta trust me.” Hutch tipped his head, trying to get Starsky to look at him with out forcing him to.
He
saw the brunet’s eyes focused on the ground, transfixed on something that only he could see, not willing, or not able
to look him in the face.
“Didya
hear me Buddy? I’m gonna help you.” Hutch tried to encourage a response of understanding from his partner.
There
was a momentary pause before Starsky’s words sliced through the blond like a knife…”Y…yes Sir…”
he stuttered as Hutch closed his eyes and allowed a piece of his own heart to be shattered, watching his partner react like
this, knowing that this was part of the ‘conditioning’ that he was forced to endure. “No more…please…no
more Sir.”
Hutch
noticed how his friend was strapped to the metal wall so barbarically, he had no idea what all they had done to him, but he
knew there was more then just what he had witnessed himself. Nervously, he looked back at the door, knowing that he was limited
on time, he needed to get through to Starsky and he needed to do it fast.
“Starsky,
listen to me pal…I gotta get you out here, but I am gonna need your help…do you understand me?” Hutch asked
his heart racing.
The
dark haired detective shut his eyes tightly, squeezing them hard briefly before reopening them. “You with me Gordo?”
Hutch continued to try and coax him back to reality.
Starsky
still wouldn’t look at the tall blond; his eyes still focus down in front of him as he nodded subtly. “You sure
about that?” Hutch asked as Starsky nodded again, fighting against his own demons, trying to fight through his own fears.
“M’
here Hutch…it hurts…God it hurts…” Starsky gasped, talking quietly and still with a certain air of
insecurity.
“Listen
Buddy, I’m gonna untie you now…okay?” Hutch wanted to explain everything he was doing, trying to regain
his best friends trust, a part of him dying over the fact that he had lost it in the first place. “We’re getting
the hell out of here.” Hutch vowed.
“N…no…can’t.”
Starsky stammered and Hutch was unsure about whether or not the brunet understood his words.
“We
gotta Buddy…you’re going with me.” Hutch reinforced as he started to untie Starsky’s right wrist from
the metal meshing.
“Billy…can’t
leave Billy here.” Starsky tried to lift his head, briefly looking at Hutch and then dropping his gaze quickly. “He
tried to help me….I gotta get him out Hutch…p…please…help him…” Starsky pled, his exhaustion,
pain and fears very evident in his words and the sporadic breathing that he was exuding. “Get ‘im out first Hutch,
comeback for me.”
Hutch
knew at that very instant that there was no way he was leaving Starsky behind, so that meant that he would need to take two
prisoners with him on his escape. That definitely put a wrench in his grab and go plan. He decided that he would need to return
Starsky to his outside cell and see what kind of condition the boy was in, then he would decide how and when to make his move.
He didn’t care if he had to take on the whole camp, they were getting out of there, and they were getting them out soon.
His mind wandered to Dobey, wondering how things were going on his end, were they even making any head way in finding them,
or were they on their own completely. Either way, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer to be rescued, as far as he was
concerned they were on their own and he was going to take care of it himself.
Hutch
finished untying his partner’s wrists as the brunet fell forward, unable to hold himself up on his own accord. He had
had very little sleep, barely any food, and had been torture, beaten and electrocuted, draining every ounce of strength that
the man once held. Hutch always felt that Starsky was one of the strongest men he ever knew, and to see him now, reduced to
a feeble, terrified man, clearly broke Hutch’s heart. The blond reached out to catch Starsky as he fell forward only
to have his best friend flinch in fear, trying to avoid any contact whatsoever. He didn’t know what to do, to force
physical contact with his partner, or to give him space to get rid of all the demons that had been forced on him by this group
of Nazi type terrorists. Reluctantly, Hutch allowed the brunet to fall forward, to his knees.
The
tall blond let out a loud gasp as he looked at Starsky’s bare back. Scrawled across his shoulders, dried blood and swollen
skin still showing the fresh evidence of a word being carved into his skin. J-E-W
“Son
of a bitch!” Hutch raised his voice, his anger rising, his blood starting to boil. He knew that someone was going to
pay for what they had done to the man that meant the most to him in this world.
“What?”
Starsky asked, gasping trying to muster up strength to get to his feet on his own, “What…is it?” he asked.
Hutch’s
eyes softened in sadness of what he was witnessing, he needed Starsky to stay strong, and he needed him to believe that they
were not defeated and that they were on their way, getting out of this situation. He knew that he couldn’t tell him,
not yet. He needed to find the right time to tell him how these barbarians had desecrated his body in one of the vilest ways
that the seasoned detective had ever witnessed in his life.
“Nothing,
it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Hutch reassured his friend. “You okay? Need some help?”
He offered his hand out in front of him, thrilled to see Starsky reach up with a trembling hand and grasp it firmly, pulling
himself to his feet and next to Hutch. They both enjoyed the feeling, the sensation of being close, supporting each other,
one physically, one mentally. Hutch grabbed Starsky around the waist, trying his best to give him the support he needed without
looking like he was helping the prisoner too much as they made their way out into the courtyard and back to his cell.
ooooOOOOoooo
Kiles
was back in his office, the phone pressed firmly against his ear as he listened intently.
“Well
we were expecting you yesterday.” He fumed into the mouthpiece. “Did you run the background check on the new prisoner?”
he asked and then waited for a response.
“What
the hell do you mean no? I told you I wanted it done yesterday! He’s nearly ready for sale, and I need to make sure
the title on him is free and clear!” He shouted. “I don’t give a shit how busy you’ve been Andrews!
What good is having a cop on your payroll if he’s too busy to do his fucking job? Now I want you here in 3 hours, and
I want the info I asked for! While you’re at it, I want a check run on one Kent Cummings, he’s new to my organization
and I wanna make sure he is on the up and up.” Kiles yelled at the caller and then slammed the receiver back onto its
cradle.
Chapter Fifteen
Hutch
walked Starsky back to his cell, making it look like he was manhandling the prisoner as much as possible. Once they were at
the row of cells, Hutch shoved Starsky against the cold bars, unlocking the door, pulling it open and shoving him inside.
Much to Hutch’s chagrin, his friend fell forward, landing on his knees, once again exposing the vile words that were
carved across his back. The blond felt anger and nausea as he swallowed hard.
Starsky
fought through the pain as his body and muscles screamed in protest at him, breathing through the agony. He looked into the
cell next to him, seeing the tiny naked frame of little Billy, the boy’s back to him, as he curled up into the fetal
position trying to keep in some heat.
“Hutch.”
Starsky whispered as the blond leaned in closer.
“Yeah
Buddy?” Hutch responded, looking around and being very thankful that the grounds at the camp were bare, no one out and
about. He figured that everyone was trying to figure out what had happened to the electricity.
“Help
me.” Starsky gasped as he pushed the sweat jacket that had been left in his cell towards his partner. “Cover the
kid up.”
Hutch
took one final look around, determining that the coast was clear, he pulled the jacket between the bars of Starsky’s
cell and threaded it through Billy’s cage, spreading it out and covering the boy’s small body completely.
“We…we
gotta get him outta here Hutch, he t…tried to help me, I ain’t leavin’ him behind.” Starsky stammered,
the chill sinking it’s sharp teeth back into the brunet’s bones.
“I
know he did buddy. He’s been helping me too…I’ll figure something out.” Hutch spoke as he sat back,
his rear hitting the concrete below him as he leaned slightly against the cold bars of their cruel confines. He drug his large
hand down the entire length of his face, his mind racing as he started to think out loud.
“There’s
nothing around for miles, we’re gonna need some supplies…” Hutch spoke, looking back at Starsky who was
huddled up, tucking himself together tightly trying to increase his own body heat. “…and transportation,: Hutch
continued, tipping his head at Starsky’s leg, “…with your ankle like that, you wont get very far.”
He noted.
“Then
leave me here, get the kid out and go get help.” Starsky whispered, his voice quivering as his body followed suit, the
cold digging in deeper.
“Forget
it!” Hutch snapped sharpley, “There is no way, no way that I am leaving you behind…either the three of us
make a break or we all sit tight.” Hutch quelled any thoughts that Starsky might have about him leaving his partner
behind.
“In…in
the shed…” Billy’s weak voice barely audible, interrupted the duo as both Starsky and Hutch focused on the
quivering boy, lying in the fetal position, his head still covered by the jacket. “…t…t…there’s
a backpack…its…its under the supply pile…in…in the back…on…on the right…”
Hutch craned his head, trying to hear the boy’s quite words that were being spoken. “There…there’s…a…cart…a
motorized one in the garage…Andrews….uses it when he’s…here.”
Both
detectives looked at each other, locking eyes in disbelief.
“What
are you talking about Billy?” Hutch whispered, his eyes still looking around him, canvassing the area, making sure that
no one was watching him or sneaking up on them.
“In
the big metal garage in the back…there’s…its like…a…golf cart thing…they keep the battery
fully charged…it’s ready to go…” the boy stirred slightly, trying to get more comfortable, “I
hid a pack…in the shed…there’s water…and matches…some snacks…a flashlight…first
aid kit…”
“Billy,
why’d you pack all of that?” Starsky asked as his eyes too, started to scan the area.
“I…I
was gonna get my Pop outta here…but I was too late…they sold him too soon…and now he’s gone…you
guys are welcome to it.” The wise teen spoke as he curled up even tighter.
Starsky
moved closer to the walled bars of the cell, Hutch looked at the brunet. “I’m gonna go check it out.” He
explained as Starsky nodded in understanding, threading his arm through the bars and rubbing the boys’ back comfortingly.
Hutch
stood and rushed off, leaving Starsky there with Billy. “It’s okay kid, we’re gonna get you outta here,
and then when we do…we’re gonna find your Dad, I promise.” Starsky vowed, the boys’ body tensing up
slightly under his touch.
“Sure…”
Billy answered, his voice heavy with doubt and cynicism.
“I
mean it Billy, Hutch and I are gonna get him back, I swear.” Starsky swallowed hard, hoping that this was going to be
one promise he would be able to keep. He couldn’t stand the idea of letting this young man down. He knew what it was
like to lose a father at that age, and to not have him around during the most formidable years. It had happened to him by
circumstances beyond his control, and he wasn’t about to let it happen to this young man that had tried to help him
and ended up paying the ultimate price. “I promise.” Starsky whispered as he let his head relax against the cold
iron bars that separated them.
ooooOOOOoooo
Kiles
stood in his office, two candles illuminating the small room. Montag was positioned right behind his boss, both arms crossed
across his broad chest. Hudson, one of his other guards stood across the room, leaning against the back of a leather chair,
his legs out in front of him, crossed showing a very relaxed demeanor.
“Just
where in the fuck did Rigsby disappear too?” Kiles voiced his rhetoric question, “And why did he disappear right
about the time the electricity went out?”
“You
think he had something to do with it?” Montag asked.
“No
stupid, but I think that one has something to do with the other.” Kiles finished just a he heard a light knock on his
door, bringing both Hudson and Montag to full attention. “Come in!”
The
door opened slowly and a young blond man entered the room, in full police uniform, his badge displayed proudly on his chest.
The man looked more like a boy then a mature male, old enough to be a police officer with the BCPD.
“Andrews,
where in the fuck have you been? We’ve been expecting you for two days!” Kiles spewed as the nervous officer stammered
in reply.
“I…I
couldn’t help it, my Captain had me putting in overtime on some fucking case about some niggers that where robbed at
gunpoint, like I really give a shit about that!” Raymond T. Andrews fumed, as he stepped closer to Kiles. “I wanted
to just shoot the motherfucker and be done with it, like I did the last time.”
The
room burst into a fit of laughter as they all seemed to share the same despicable hatred for other races, all of the remembering
the time that Andrews shot an unarmed black man, claiming it was self defense. He was suspended while they investigated the
shooting, eventually finding that Andrews was justified in fearing for his life after completing a high speed chase of a suspected
armed robber. Starsky and Hutch both testified on behalf of the victim and both were devastated when IA had ruled in the young
racists’ favor, nearly taking out their own anger on the IA officer himself. From that time on Raymond T Andrews had
been transferred to a different station, different precinct. Everyone in the Bay City Police Department knew that Starsky
and the uniformed officer would never be able to work together again, not in this lifetime.
“Well
I’ve got a crisis going on here, powers out, Rigsby’s missing and I was right in the middle of a conditioning
exercise. I can’t keep having you straggle in and out, no consistency. I feel like I cant count on you anymore and I
think it’s time for you to make a choice, once and for all…us or them!” Kiles spewed as Andrews gaze darted
between the men in the room nervously.
“You
know I can’t do that Jason, I need to stay on the force, besides, if I quit now, who would you get to run all your background
checks and get you guys cleared for apprehending your victims?” Andrews protested.
“You
think you’re the only one on the force that is helping me out? There are more members of mine inside that force of yours
then you realize.” Kiles informed his charge. “Did you every get me the checks on the two new residents we have
here?”
“No,
I didn’t, by the time I got your message, I was logged out, didn’t want to arouse suspicion and risk compromising
your operation here.
“Tell
you what,” Kiles stated as he made his way towards the door, “why don’t you come with me, and I will introduce
you to 1687, the new Jew on the block, you can have a little fun, and then I’ll introduce you to my new an…he’s really a straight arrow, I think you’ll like him a lot. You two seem to be cut
out of the same mold.” Kiles finished as he headed out the door and down the hall.
“Sounds
good, can’t wait.” Andrews concurred as he followed Kiles down the hall and out of the building.
Officer
Andrews followed Kiles out into the courtyard; he had been down this road many times before. Kiles always liked Andrews to
get to meet the new detainees so he could question them, get a physical description of them and then take it back to the precinct
to run his checks on the new prisoners, as well as the new hires.
ooooOOOOoooo
Starsky
was actually enjoying the quiet time that he and Billy had gotten. The brunet detective was able to provide and be some source
of comfort to a boy that was severely lacking attention and positive affirmation. They made small talk, Starsky promising
to help him out of the terrible lot that his life had become, Billy talking about his father and how much he missed him. Starsky
realized that he had it easier…his father was dead, there was no chance or hope to see him again in this life time…Billy’s
father had been cruelly ripped from him, alive and breathing, but still unable to make or receive any contact at all. It was
tearing that child up, but that remarkable boy continued to forge forward, hoping and dreaming for the day they would be reunited
again. Starsky was amazed that the wise child, never gave in, never gave up. He was determined.
“12687…rise
and shine, it game time!” Starsky heard Kiles voice bellowing from afar as he struggled to sit up.
He
saw the fear in Billy’s face as well as his body, tensing up, the color draining from his face completely. He didn’t
outwardly show fear, and if it weren’t for Starsky’s police training, he probably never would have been able to
read the body language that the young man was exuding.
ooooOOOOoooo
Hutch
found himself in a small shed as he frantically looked around until he saw the pile of food, water and other supplies. The
tall blond headed straight for them, his head bobbing and weaving, examining the pile for signs of disturbance, signs of things
being out of order, signs of what Billy had sent him there for in the first place.
Around
the very back of the pile Hutch saw a lifted spot, just barely noticeable, but worth checking out. He stooped down low, one
hand lifting the stack of supplies every so lightly, the other digging underneath, fishing and feeling for anything that felt
foreign or out of place. His hand feeling a strap, latching onto it and pulling out from under the heap, sitting back down
on his rear, he opened the zippers and started rifling through its contents.
3-bottles
of water
4-packages
of beef jerky
2-packs
or trail mix
Small
loaf of bread
1-small
first aid kit
Matches
A
small plastic tarp
Flare
gun
2-Flares
Compass
Blanket
Hutch
was impressed by the young mans planning, he had the essentials, and for now, that would have to do. The blond shoved the
items back in the pack and slung it over his shoulder as he made his way out of the shed. He knew that Billy had originally
planned on these items for just himself, but now it would have to supply the three of them, they would have to ration the
contents, but Hutch believed they would suffice and if worse came to worse, he would give Starsky and Billy his share, he
needed them the least. He quickly made his way out of the shed and over to the garage, wanting to check on the cart and make
sure it had an ample supply of gasoline to take them as far away as possible.
ooooOOOOoooo
Billy
pulled himself backwards into the very corner of his cell, bringing his knees up to his chest, trying to protect his space.
Starsky watched him empathetically as he pulled himself to the front of the cage prominently; ready to protect Billy at any
costs. The curly haired brunet first noticed Kiles, and then noticed the man following him, flanked by two more men on either
side of him. His eyes widened in shock as he the man’s face let way to the eerie shadows that had plagued him.
“What
the fuck are you trying to pull here Kiles?” Andrews gasped in horror as the gravity of the situation struck him, “He’s
a fucking cop!”
Starsky
instantly recognized the young officer as one that he had a run in with before, no stranger to his already racial biased opinions
after the man had gunned down a good friend of his.
“You
can be damn sure his partners around here someplace!” Andrews spewed as Kiles face turned red in anger.
Chapter Sixteen
“Cop?
What the hell are you talking about cop?” Kiles asked, his voice rising in fear and concern, his eyes darting around
the camp, things quickly swimming out of control for him.
“Just
what I said, he’s a fucking cop you idiot!” Andrews fumed as he ripped the keys to the cage out of Kiles’
hand and began unlocking the cell, “His name’s Starsky, Detective Sergeant David Starsky, homicide division.”
Andrews explained as he pulled open the heavy metal door.
“Nice
to see you again Raymond T.” Starsky hissed wearily, knowing that this case was coming to a close, one way or another,
it was nearing an end, he only hoped that Hutch would get himself out safely, and not endanger himself any further. He prayed
that the tall blond already knew that their cover was blown and he was going for help.
“He’s
got a real soft spot for niggers too!” Andrews spewed as he walked up to the brunet, pulling back his leg and delivering
a vicious blow to the dark haired man’s side, “ ‘specially dead ones!” He laughed as he knelt next
to Starsky, listening to him cough and gasp for breath. “How’s ‘bout it Starsky? Gonna tell me where Hutch
is?” he asked, resting his forearms on his bent knees.
“Go
fuck yourself!” Starsky heaved as Andrews fist connected with the side of the brunet’s face.
“Andrews…this
ain’t good…I wasn’t plannin’ on taking down no cops…Jews or not!” Kiles stammered as he
nervously.
“I’ve
waited 2 years to pay you back for ruining my reputation in the department.” Andrews continued to concentrate his rage
on the man before him, “You know they won’t even consider me for promotion because of your accusations…?”
He whispered ominously. “Sure, sure, I was cleared of any wrong doings, but I still have that mark on my record. Shit,
my new department won’t even let me go out on patrol on my own! Their afraid I may beat the crap out of some nigger
thanks to you!” The young blond officer spoke, his voice lowering, seething with anger. “So tell me Starsky, how
they treatin’ you in here? Same as all the other fucking Jews I take it?” Andrews spoke as he took his right hand,
grabbing a fistful of the curly man’s hair, slamming his head onto the concrete ground with a satisfying bounce.
“This
is all your fault Andrews!” Kiles shouted at the man who was oblivious to his ranting, “you shoulda been here
to check him out…I knew this would happen!” The panic in Kiles voice became more and more evident, “This
was all your idea, I knew I shouldn’t of believed you! I’m out of here…you’re on your own! I want
no part of burning a fucking cop, Jew or not man, that’ll get you the death penalty in this state!” Kiles shouted
as he turned and ran across the courtyard, on his way to God knows where.
Andrews
looked up at Rigsby and Hudson, who were both frozen, staring at Kiles as he ran off. “Don’t just stand there!
Help me get him to the conditioning room!” He demanded as both men squirmed their way into the small cell, awkwardly
maneuvering themselves into position, each of them grabbing the detective on both side of him, lifting him up and half dragging,
half carrying him towards the building in the back while Andrews followed from behind.
They
roughly drug him up the side stairs, his knees and shins hitting the planks hard as Starsky tried in vane to move his legs
protectively.
Once
they disappeared through the doorway, Hutch knew he was safe to make his move, the first of many.
Slithering
his way through the shadows, Hutch made his way to the row of cells, hunkering down near Billy’s cage.
“Psst!”
He attempted to gain the boy’s attention that up till now was fixed on the happenings surrounding him. “Billy…it’s
okay, it’s me Ken…um, I mean Kent.”
He whispered intensively.
Billy
looked around, his face void of any color, his eyes wide in terror and fear. “T…they t…t…took him…they’re
really gonna hurt him this time…” Billy stammered. “You gotta help him…go…now….he needs
you!” The young boy pled, his eyes begging with Hutch.
“Look,
it’s okay, were gonna be okay…I need your help okay?” Hutch asked, dipping his head in emphasis, his brow
furrowing. “Think you can help me Billy?”
“I’ll…I’ll
try…” he vowed as his big brown eyes looked at Hutch, tearing into a piece of the tall blonde’s heart. “What
ya’ need?”
Hutch
threaded his hand through the bars of the cell, handing Billy a set of keys. “When the coast is clear, I want you to
get yourself out of here and run as fast as you can, don’t look back, just keep running. I want you to meet me behind
the supply shed.” Hutch explained as his eyes darted around him, keeping an eye on his own surroundings. “I’m
getting my friend out of here, and I promised him, I’d take you with us…” Hutch smiled. “Think you
can do that Billy?”
“Y…yes
Sir…” Billy stuttered, feeling Hutch’s ice blue orbs boring into his soul.
“Billy,
you don’t have to call me Sir.” Hutch said softly, “You can call me Hutch.”
“Yes
Sir.” The boy said out of habit more then anything causing the tall blond to snort in laughter.
“We’ll
work on that.” Hutch stated as he looked back at the building, pulling a gun from his waistband, checking it, and then
replacing back into position.
“Where’d
you get that?” Billy asked in amazement, part of him feeling safer already.
“When
was the last time you saw Montag around here?” Hutch pointed out, Billy nodding in understanding.
“Cool.”
Billy whispered in complete admiration for his tall blond idol.
Hutch
took one last look around, canvassing the area before looking over his shoulder at the caged boy. “Okay Billy, don’t
forget, I want you behind the supply shed, wait there, I promise I’ll be there as soon as I can, you got me?”
Hutch made the directions very clear.
“Yes
Sir.” He spoke without thinking, dipping his head and looking up at a smiling
Hutch, “Sorry…” he said sheepishly.
With
that Hutch ran off, headed towards the building that housed his partner, his best friend, his other half. He knew that he
needed to get Starsky and run, he had no idea what kind of condition his friend would be in, but he knew that it would be
largely up to him to get both of them to safety.
ooooOOOOoooo
Starsky
was tossed into the room, falling to the floor, instinctively throwing down his hands in front of him, to protect himself.
Rigsby and Hudson looked at one another and then over at Andrews, who with a flip of his head, ordered the two out of the
room, an order that they obeyed immediately. They left, closing the door securely behind them. Andrews walked around Starsky’s
form, kicking his calves, enjoying the groans that escaped the brunet’s mouth.
“Well
ain’t you a sight for sore eyes!” Andrews noted, “I’ve been dreaming of this day for 2 long years.”
Starsky
gazed remained fixed on the floor, “Well I wouldn’t go gettin’ too excited if I was you. It ain’t
over yet.” Starsky gasped, still fighting to catch his breath, scrunching his eyes together tightly, fighting through
the pain, and trying to get the room to stop spinning.
“You
look like shit!” The blond uniformed officer stated as he felt a certain surge of excitement run through his veins.
“Tell me boy, were they a little rough on you?” He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Starsky’s hair,
pulling his head back, stretching his neck.
Starsky
swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he tried to blink through the nausea that was swimming through
his body.
“Yeah,
well you ain’t so hot yourself,” Starsky spat, closing his eyes tightly just in time to feel a hard slap across
his face, his head snapping to the side.
“Where’s
your fucking partner smart ass?” Andrews demanded answers; his voice rising in anger as he slowly began to loose control.
Starsky
remained on his knees, his elbows now resting against the floor, his breathing increasing even more. He slowly lifted his
head to meet Andrews gaze. His face was pale, the sweat glistening off his skin, being highlighted by the light from the slowly
rising sun shining through the window. His right eye was bruised and swollen, his lip split and fat. His body screamed in
agony with even the slightest movement that the brunet tried to make.
“Fuck
you!” Starsky spewed defiantly as Andrews walked over to him, the officer’s face flushing in anger, balling up
both of his fists, prepared to make the insubordinate man pay for his disobedience.
Starsky
gasped deeply, struggling to slow his breathing, trying to prepare himself for the pain that was about to be inflicted on
him. He closed his eyes, mentally readying himself as he heard a third voice bellowing from inside the room, a voice he recognized,
a voice that he often turned to for comfort.
“Step
the fuck away from my partner Andrews!” Hutch’s voice resonated throughout the room, the tone of his voice sending
a chill even through Starsky’s body.
Andrews
turned slowly, his heart sinking as he came face to face with the barrel of the gun. Just on the other side of the gun was
a very angry detective, with nothing but pure hatred in his gaze. Hutch glanced over at Starsky, his heart aching as he saw
his partner’s battered and weak form. “You okay Starsk?” He asked, quickly returning his attention to the
shaking, vile man that stood before him.
“M’fine.”
Starsky gasped, spitting the excess blood from his mouth onto the floor, looking up at his partner, “What the hell took
you so long?” He tried to joke, attempting to crack a half smile, but finding that it caused him too much pain, cringing,
he rolled back into himself attempting to roll away from the pain.
“Thought
this was a private party,” Hutch quipped back lightly, “Think you can walk?” The tall blond continued to
question his friend.
“Yeah,
sure…if you think you can get this room to stop spinning.” Starsky informed Hutch of his own condition and feeble
state.
Hutch
took two large steps towards Andrews, the look in his face causing the man to tremble where he stood. “L…look
Hutch, its not what you think…I wasn’t gonna hurt him…” Andrews rambled nervously, “I…I…I
was gonna help him, gonna get him out of here…”
“You
son of a bitch!” Hutch spat, now close enough to make contact with his nemesis, throwing him up against the wall behind
him, hearing the satisfying grunt of the air being knocked from him. “What kind of piece of shit cop are you, pulling
this crap on a fellow officer? You’re a disgrace to the badge!” He continued to fume as he felt an uncontrollable
rage that began at his toes and quickly rose, exploding through his hands as he found himself punching the living daylights
out of the man before him.
After
several hits and brutal punches and once Andrews was on the ground, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, Hutch towering
over him, raising a finger in warning. “Never mess with a man’s partner.” He concluded as he rushed to Starsky’s
side to assess his condition.
Hutch
kneeled next to him, pulling his friend into his embrace, Starsky resting his chest against Hutch’s chest, just enjoying
feeling the contact again, “You’re beautiful, you know that?” He sighed as he allowed himself to finally
relax against the person he trusted most in this world.
“You’re
delirious.” Hutch chuckled as he cupped his partner’s face in support. “Let’s get the hell out of
here.”
“What
about the boy?” Starsky asked.
“Don’t
worry, he’s waiting for us…I made a promise to you didn’t I?” Hutch mentioned as Starsky smile, and
then struggled to get to his feet with the help of the partner, using his jacket to grasp onto, pulling himself to a standing
position. As soon as Starsky was on is feet, Hutch could feel the brunet sway back and forth, knowing that getting him out
of here and to safety wouldn’t be easy, but he’d manage.
They
carefully made their way out of the room, Starsky leaning on his partner for strength and support as they slowly made their
way down the stairs and across the yard, Hutch just hoping that Billy would be where he had instructed him to be…
Chapter Seventeen
Flinging
on arm over his partner’s shoulder, Hutch did his best to hike Starsky up, on handed, providing a stable pair of legs
for the brunet to rely on. Starsky too did his best to support himself as much as possible, trying to take as much weight
as he could; off of his partner…they hastily made their way down the stairs and across the courtyard. Hutch knew that
most of the employees of the camp were tending the other prisoners and trying to fix the power outage that Hutch was single
handedly responsible for. It is what he referred to as creating a ‘diversion’.
As
they passed through the courtyard, he noticed more and more prisoners wandering around freely, with no guards to speak of.
There was an occasional shout for some one to stop and an occasional bang from sporadic gunfire. They kept as low as they
could, ducking their heads as far down as possible as the dashing, or rather limped across the grounds. Hutch’s mind
wandered, wondering what could possible be going on here that he was unaware of, the flurry of activity that encompassed them
bewildered the blond detective.
It
took the some time but the eventually made their way to the supply shed, Hutch looking around, making sure that no one was
on their heels, the rounded the corner and Hutch’s heart stopped when Billy wasn’t there to greet them. He came
to an abrupt stop, causing Starsky to look into his face in surprise.
“Whatsa
matter?” Starsky asked as Hutch’s face paled.
“It’s
Billy, he’s not here!” Hutch whispered. “I told him to wait for me here.”
Both
Starsky and Hutch looked around, the panic starting to rise.
“Hutch,
I’m not leaving were with out him.” Starsky informed his partner.
“I
know buddy, I know.” Hutch answered.
“I’m
right here.” Billy’s still high pitched voice came from around the corner of the shed as he peeked his head around
the corner, making sure that the men there, were the ones he was expecting.
Starsky’s
battered face lit up when he saw a fully clothed Billy walking towards him. He could have done without witnessing the boys
bruised face or swollen cheek, but he was glad to see him nonetheless. The boy walked up to the two detectives, the back-pack
already slung over his shoulder as he received an affection scrub of the head from Hutch.
“Atta
boy, I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” He commended the child as he pointed off to their left. “That way,
I got the cart waiting for us on the other side of the fence.”
As
Billy led the way, Hutch continued being Starsky’s human crutch, allowing his friend to place all of his weight on him,
acting like his other leg. His ankle was still so swollen and sore that it was difficult for Starsky to put too much pressure
on it at all.
“By
the way Billy, how’d the rest of the prisoners get out?” Starsky asked the child, already expecting that he knew
the answer.
Billy
reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the keys that Hutch had previously bestowed on the young man.
“Ever
heard of a universal or master key?” he winked as he walked away, leading the trio towards the fence towards the back
of the camp.
Hutch
continued to help Starsky walk, giving him as much support as possible, the brunet feeling like he was being a burden to the
tall blond, but also knowing that he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“L…look
Hutch,” Starsky panted as he leaned briefly against the wall of a building they were passing, “I’m just
slowin’ you two down…why don’t you leave me here, I’ll be okay…get the kid outta here and send
back help.” Starsky pled, hopping that his friend would see the wisdom of his words.
“Nothin’
doin’. We either go together, or we stay together. It’s that simple.” Hutch stated matter of factly.
With
a heavy sigh and trying to muster all of his stamina and strength, Starsky pushed himself up off the wall, into the waiting
arms of his partner as they continued making their way towards the waiting cart. Once there, they would load the three of
them up and head towards the hills, as far away from this God forsaken camp as possible.
Billy
continued onward as he made his way to a specific area of the chain link fence that bordered the camp. The cart was just on
the other side of the fence as the young man looked over his shoulder at the tall blond, giving him an inquisitive look. Hutch
just tipped his head forward.
“Push
against the fence,” he instructed the young lad as Billy complied, nearly falling forward as a large piece of the fence
fell outwards, on the to dirt ground in front of him.
Billy
looked back at the two detectives with a smile, it was the first time either detective had seen the boy show any type of elated
type emotion whatsoever. Starsky snorted in laughter at the boy’s reaction.
“See,
I told ya…every once in awhile, this tall blond lummox surprises me too.” Starsky joked as Hutch smiled affectionately.
“Well
Billy, now you know which one of us is the brains of this operation.” Hutch taunted back.
“…and
which one of us has all the looks.” Starsky retorted as the young boy stooped down and made his way through the metal
fence.
Hutch
took Starsky’s arm from around his shoulder, both of them bending as the tall blond guided hi weak partner through the
hole, following close behind. He immediately returned Starsky’s arm, around his neck as he pointed to the right. “Over
there.” He directed the boy who led the way.
Shortly
the three of them made their way to the white, battered golf cart, Hutch placing Starsky as gently as possible in the passenger
side, Billy instinctively climbing in the back as Hutch rounded the vehicle and took his place behind the wheel.
Hutch
turned slightly, speaking to the young boy who fit perfectly in the small space on the back of the cart, “You in?”
Billy nodded, “ ‘kay, hold on, and what ever you do, don’t let go.” Hutch explained as he started
the cart and hit the accelerator as the mildly powered cart lurched forward.
They
had only been on the run for about 15 minutes before Hutch looked over and noticed his partner, slumping forward, further
and further.
“Billy,
I’m gonna need you help.” Hutch explained as Billy rose to his knees and leaned forward. “Hold his shoulders;
make sure he doesn’t fall out.” Hutch instructed as Billy willingly obliged.
Hutch
kept one eye on his partner, the other on the road as he concentrated on getting them as far away as possible. Starsky was
completely drained, his body settling momentarily in a narrow comfort zone, allowing his body to relax and turn off, even
briefly. Rest and sleep had finally taken over; the strong and iron-willed man was now overpowered by his physical body that
insisted on rest.
They
had traveled for just under an hour, Hutch felt the small cart lurching forward and sputtering in response to any command
he would give it. His eyes widened in worry as he looked over at Billy who was having a little more difficulty hold Starsky
in place, partly do to weakness and fatigue, and partly because Hutch had chose to leave the beaten path some time ago and
the new route they traveled was rough and treacherous. The golf type cart bounced roughly when deep holes in the ground were
hit by unsuspecting tires, Hutch struggling to keep control of the wheel. He felt the cart begin to revolt and refuse even
the easiest commands, like pressing the accelerator or turning the wheels. The cart lurched and sputtered one final time as
it slowly rolled to a stop, the life drained from its engine like a dying old mule that had just crossed the Sahara.
Once
it had completed ceasing to move, Hutch jumped out and ran around the backside of the vehicle. He pressed one hand against
Starsky’s shoulder as he looked over at the young man in the back.
“Come
on Billy, we’re gonna have to walk from here. Think you can make it just a little further?” Hutch asked as he
bent down to bring himself level to his partner’s face.
“I
can make it.” Billy answered as he hopped out of the back and hurried to the tall blonde’s side, just in case
he needed any help.
Hutch
looked up, through his brow as he pled with the brunet. “Hey buddy, come on, time to wake up.” he said soothingly,
trying to gently coax his friend back to reality.
Starsky
moaned throatily as his head lobbed to the side away from Hutch. The blue eyed man cupped his partner’s cheek softly
as he pulled his face back towards him.
“Starsky,
c’mon. It s’me. I need you to wake up for me.” Hutch encouraged him.
The
curly haired man moaned and groaned slightly as his body shook violently, abruptly lurching back into the world of consciousness.
He let out a startled shout as he pulled himself out of Hutch’s grasp, trying to break free from any contact whatsoever
as Hutch tightened his grip.
“Hey,
hey, hey…it’s okay, its me buddy.” Hutch assured his friend “It’s alright, it’s me Hutch.”
Starsky’s
eyes opened wide, the fear that the blond saw, deep inside them, disturbed him deeply, gnawing at the very core of the Nordic.
It took the brunet a moment to orientate himself with his surroundings, his eyes darting widely back and forth, around him,
making sure that nothing was going to jump out at him, seemingly frightened of his own shadow.
“Ah,
jeez buddy, what the hell did they do to you?” Hutch asked as Starsky calmed down enough, relaxing in Hutch’s
grasp, the blond leaning his head forward in obvious distress over the situation.
“I…I…m…m
okay Hutch, I’m here, s’okay.” His voice trembled as Starsky struggled to control it. “L…lets
get outta here, ‘kay?” Starsky stuttered as he leaned towards Hutch allowing his partner to help support his as
he struggled to stand, his body still screaming in agony as he fought through the pain, holding his breath and then exhaling
hard.
Together
they stood up as Hutch looked around quickly, canvassing the area, he looked down at Billy and then pointed off to his right,
“That way,” he directed the young man as Billy scurried ahead of the duo.
Hutch
struggled slightly as he lifted Starsky’s right arm and draped it over his shoulder, his other hand wrapped around his
partner’s waist, supporting him with everything he had left. Billy took charge of the heavy backpack, filled with supplies
that they would need to survive if they were left out in the woods for any length of time at all.
As
they walked along the uneven ground, Starsky occasionally tripping, and Hutch nearly losing his grip, allowing him to fall,
they traveled deep into the woods, into the denser part of the forest, allowing them more protecting and a better view if
someone tries to sneak up on them. They had only been on foot for about 20 minutes before Hutch determined that Starsky needed
to rest, he was weak and injured, the extent of his injuries were still not completely clear.
He
struggled to pull Starsky up to the base of a tree, trying to be as gentle as possible, he help to lower him to the ground,
propping his back against the might oaks trunk. Billy was already opening the backpack and pulling out the canteen of water
handing it to Hutch.
Hutch
unscrewed the top on the canister, cupping Starsky’s chin with one hand and placing the cold metal mouth of the container
to his lips. He gently lifted the water and allowed a small amount to flow into Starsky’s mouth, satisfied to see him
swallow at least some of it, as the rest dribbled from his mouth and over his shirt.
The
brunet’s deep blue eyes, darkened by his recent experience, looked pleadingly and almost embarrassedly at Hutch’s
icy blue orbs, “its okay, its just water, you’ll dry off.” Hutch joked as he also took a small drink and
handed it to Billy, making sure that he did the same.
“Hutch,” Starsky voice was rough and raspy, speaking in a barely audible whisper. Hutch leaned his ear closer to the dark
haired man.
“Yeah
Buddy? What is it?” he asked, wanting to be there for him in anyway possible.
“My back, what’d they do to my back?” Starsky questioned him, their eyes locking once again as Hutch struggled to
swallow the large knot forming in his throat, nearly choking him.
Chapter Eighteen
“Starsk,
I don’t wanna talk about that right now, I just want to concentrate on getting you out of here.” Hutch spoke softly,
knowing that there was little chance that his partner was going to let it go that easily. The blond busied himself, trying
to make Starsky more comfortable as Billy rifled through the supplies of the backpack.
“Hutch,
I gotta right to know.” Starsky spoke and then inhaled sharply as a sharp hot spear of pain shot through his body, slicing
deeply.
The
concerned light blue eyes of Hutch’s locked instantaneously on his friend as he quietly rode the wave of pain with the
brunet, holding his breathing and peaking like a cresting wave, before crashing down and slowly dispersing back into the vast
ocean.
“I
know you gotta right to know, just not right now, okay?” Hutch pled him to drop the matter.
“Jew.”
Billy’s one word answer shocked the tall blond as his head whipped around, glaring at the boy. Billy looked up, connecting
with Hutch’s eyes, shrugging his shoulders, “What? He’s gonna find out sooner or later.” Billy started
to unbutton his shirt, quickly pulling it off his shoulders and exposing a faint scar across his upper back, revealing the
word that Hutch was starting to hate. “We all get that, it ain’t a big deal, its sort a like branding.”
Billy looked back at Starsky, seeing the hurt in the man’s eyes. “We are what we are, there ain’t no changing
that.”
Hutch
finished taking a quick look at his partner, trying his best to assess his injuries and determining whether or not they would
be able to continue any further with damaging his partner. It bothered the blond when he felt Starsky’s body trembling
slightly under his touch, a far off gaze in the brunet’s eyes, warned the Nordic that Starsky was far from being okay,
physically or emotionally. Hutch looked over at the youth beside them.
“Listen
Billy, I need you to do me a big favor, it would help us all out a bunch. I need you to look around the area here, not going
too far, and collect firewood, anything you come across that you think might help us, can you do that for me?” he dipped
his head down, and looked up through his brow at the pre-teen.
“If
you wanna get rid of me, just so you two could talk, all you gotta do is just say so.” Billy answered.
Hutch
broke a slanted smile as he realized just how smart this young man was. Billy set the back pack and its belongings aside as
he stood and trotted off, in search of nothing in particular, just giving the two men a moment alone.
“They
really did that Hutch. I have that carved into my back?” Starsky asked, his gaze fixated on the leave that covered the
ground beside his left thigh.
“Yeah
buddy, they did. But it doesn’t look too deep, an’ I’m sure with the right plastic surgeon, it won’t
be noticeable at all.” Hutch assured Starsky as he placed a supportive hand on the brunets shoulder, squeezing slightly,
just reminding him that he is not alone in any of this.
Starsky
inhaled sharply causing the blonde’s head to snap up. “You okay, you in much pain?”
“Nah,
nah…m’okay. Just tired I guess.” Starsky said as he wrapped both of his arms around his chest, trying to
get rid of the bone chilling cold that had invaded his body.
“Wanna
talk about what happened?” Hutch tried to encourage his partner to let things out, knowing full well that he would only
divulge what he was comfortable with relating.
“I
think you’re right, maybe we should just talk about this later.” Starsky answered.
“Might
help if you let it out.” Hutch replied.
“I
said later Hutch!” the curly haired detective snapped at his friend, something he was not accustomed to doing.
“Okay,
okay…later it is. Now let me take a look at that ankle.” Hutch requested as he reached down to examine the injury.
His
heart leapt as Starsky twitched and shouted out in pain as Hutch laid his hand on the severely swollen area. “M’sorry
pal, I didn’t mean to hurt cha? You okay?” The tall blond looked back at the reactions on his partner’s
face, being able to read his facial expressions and he knew he would have to rely on that seeing how he wasn’t exactly
telling him the truth.
Hutch
finished his examination of Starsky’s ankle, gently placing it back on the ground in front of him.
“You
know Andrews is gonna come after us.” Hutch conferred with his partner.
“I
know, we need to be ready for him.” Starsky agreed as he looked around, scanning their surroundings. “You didn’t
by chance grab a couple more weapons did ya?” He asked optimistically.
“Sorry,
m’lucky I got out with this one.” Hutch said sheepishly as he too looked around, scanning the area.
“D’ats
okay, just give me a couple rocks, I got a great arm.” The brunet joked, winking at his partner, managing a crooked
smile as he inhaled sharply, riding a wave of pain that shot through him like a hot knife.
“I
couldn’t believe that Andrews was mixed up in this shit,” Hutch started to orate, “m’sorry buddy,
if I had known, this never would have gone this far.” The blond was beginning to feel the pangs of guilt for the pain
his partner had to endure at the hands of these masochists. “It never should have gone this far anyways, but I couldn’t
get you out, I tried, I really tried.”
Hutch’s
pale blue eyes locked with Starsky’s, the pain that the blond had been feeling shot through the brunet like an arrow.
“Don’t do this to yourself buddy.” Starsky responded, breaking his gaze as he looked away.
Hutch
smiled as he looked over his shoulder, seeing Billy running back towards them carrying just two sticks, one in each hand.
“Was I gone long enough?” The boy asked, his honesty and candor bringing a smile to both detectives’ face.
“Is
that the best you could do?” Hutch asked sarcastically, noting the two pathetic twigs the boy held.
“Come
on now, you really think that I believed you were gonna start a fire, just to tell them where we are? It’d be like lighting
a signal fire, and I don’t think you want to do that just yet.” Billy retorted.
“Kids’
got you there Blondie!” Starsky snorted in laughter as he watched his fair skinned friend blush in embarrassment right
before a fit of coughing seized the brunet, making him bend forward grabbing his ribs with one hand, the other hand rising
to cover his mouth.
Hutch
reached forward, placing a comforting hand firmly on his partner’s shoulder, squeezing it gently.
“Easy
there buddy,” Hutch tried to assure his partner. “You okay?” He tipped his head and asked his friend.
“Yes
Sir.” Starsky answered without realizing the Freudian slip that he had been conditioned to answer. He looked up at saw
the intense pain in Hutch’s sky blue eyes, pain mixed with a certain amount of pity that Starsky had wish he hadn’t
seen. He hated pity, always thought that it was a useless emotion.
“Starsk…”
Hutch whispered as he tipped his head, toughing his forehead to the side of Starskys temple, causing the brunet to crack a
slight smile, realizing his mistake.
“Sorry,
didn’t mean it.” He replied. “I’ll try and work on that.”
oooooOOOOOooooo
Andrews,
Hudson and Montag were huddled together, trying to come up with a plan for attack. Rigsby was escorted into the room by two
men; his eye blackened his face flushed in embarrassment.
“What
happened to you?” Montag asked as he moved closer to his friend.
Kent, fucking Kent Cummings happened to me. He got my pistol and took my keys.” Rigsby answered
as he rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, “He tied me up and threw me in a storage closet behind building
3.”
“First
of all, his name isn’t Kent Cummings, it’s Detective Sergeant Ken Hutchinson, and that Jew you brought in for
conditioning was his cop partner. I can’t believe you idiots allowed this to happen. You’ve truly ruined everything!” Andrews shouted, his nerves becoming evident in his voice as it quivered slightly.
“Now, we need to get out there and find them, before they make it back to the cops. I want to split up in to pairs.
Rigsby and Hudson, and then Montag and me, lets move out!” Andrews enjoyed the feeling of being in control for the moment,
being in charge, it excited him.
The
four men broke off into pairs, all but giving up on trying to catch the other prisoners that were running in several different
directions, some of them out the gate, or finding the hole that Starsky and Hutch had made in the back of the grounds.
Andrews
and Montag loaded into a 1976 Ford LTD, closing both doors tightly, Montag behind the wheel, the headed out into their forested
surroundings, hunting down the three fugitives and their golf carts.
oooooOOOOOooooo
Hutch
offered Starsky more water, trying his best to make his partner as comfortable as he could given the present circumstances.
As Starsky took a longer drink off the canteen, enjoying the cool fluid as it flowed down his throat, his head tilted backwards.
Starsky’s head was cleared of the shadows as Hutch’s eyes witnessed a swollen lump on the front of Starsky’s
just above the hairline. He had been so busy with the escape, the boy and getting them to safety, that he hadn’t thoroughly
examined his friend. Instinctively, he raised his hand, trying to gently move his hair aside so he could examine the area.
Starsky jerked back as even the lightest touch caused him discomfort, wincing in pain and sucking air in through his teeth.
“Sorry
buddy. Let me take a look, I’ll try not to hurt you.” Hutch explained.
“Yeah?
Well you’re a little too late for that aren’t ya?” Starsky quipped.
Hutch
pulled himself back, not sure if Starsky meant the pain he just inflicted or the pain that Hutch had allowed to be inflicted
on his friend over the past few days.
Starsky
looked at the hurt expression that washed over the blonde’s face. “M’sorry Hutch, I didn’t mean it
like that.” Starsky reassured his partner as Hutch shook it off and continued to examine his partner’s head.
“How’s
you vision buddy, any blurriness? Headache? Nausea?” Hutch rattled off his questions.
“How’s
about all of the above, and now your questions are making me dizzy.” Starsky retorted, snorting slightly as he laughed.
“Hutch, I wanna lay down…m’hurting.” The brunet finally admitted as his body started to fall to the
side, Hutch catching him and easing his body to the ground, shucking off his jacket quickly and placing it under the brunet’s
head.
“Billy,
grab me the blanket it out of the back pack, help me cover him up.” Hutch instructed as Billy snapped to, and jumped
into action.
“Okay
Starsk, I’ll let you lay down, but no sleeping, not just yet. Not with that knot on your head.” The blond explained.
“Yes
Mom.” Starsky snapped back as he struggled to keep his eyes open, squeezing them tightly, trying to stop the earth from
spinning so quickly.
“Look,
I need to check out the area, looks heavily wooded, I just need to see if there is anyway out of here. Think you’ll
be okay for a few?” Hutch asked his partner as he and Billy covered the detective, tucking in the ends around the brunet.
Hutch looked up at Billy, “I want you to keep an eye on him, don’t let him go to sleep, keep him warm. If something
happens, I want you to yell at the top of your lungs for me, you got that?” Hutch instructed the frightened teen.
Billy
nodded nervously as Hutch smiled and scrubbed the top of his head. “Atta boy!”
Hutch
looked around and then stood, heading off into the thicket of trees and brush, maneuvering it professionally, as he covered
the ground quickly, leaping and sidestepping anything that got in his way. Billy watched at the tall blond made his way through
the area.
The
boy looked back down at Starsky, noting that the brunet was shivering subtly; he attempted to rub his hands over the detective’s
body, trying to warm him up.
Only
moments had passed, even though it seemed like hours. Billy sat there keeping Starsky company, exchanging semi light banter,
both of them reminiscing about their fathers affectionately.
The
dark woods made the oncoming headlights hard to miss. The saw the beams that illuminated the trees in bouncing sequences,
as the approaching car apparently hit the same rough patches that their small cart had earlier.
“Billy,
run!” Starsky ordered the boy, whose eyes were wide with fear, “hide, and what ever you do, don’t come out!
No matter what, you got me?” Starsky asked as he pulled the boy down, to meet his face, jerking on the child’s
shirt, gripping it in his fist.
Both
of their hearts accelerated, their breathing increased as panic started to set in. “GO!” Starsky commanded as
the boy looked at the brunet, his eyes welling with tears. He nodded in understanding and rushed off, staying low to the ground,
moving among the shadows.
A
large sedan type car pulled up, the passenger door opened, Starsky winced, squinting his eyes, blinded by the glare of the
headlights. He heard the one thing that caused him to jump out of his skin. “Well, well, well, look what we found here!”
Andrews voice whistled through the leaves of the shrubs and the branches of the trees.
Chapter Nineteen
Starsky
lifted his left hand to shield his eyes from the glare of the oncoming lights. His gaze darted to the side as he made sure
that Billy was covered and well out of sight. He struggled to push himself up, back into a sitting position, once again using
the tree behind him for support against his back. He inhaled sharply, holding his breath, sucking the air through his teeth
as he fought through the pains that were shooting through his head and across his badly beaten body.
“Miss
me?” Andrews hissed as he knelt beside the brunet as Montag had climbed out from behind the wheel, scanning the area
for any sight of the tall blond. “Where’s Hutch?” Andrews asked, dipping his head looking though his brow
at the soon to be prisoner of his.
“He
had a date…” Starsky gasped, struggling to speak, and still trying to sound tough, “with your wife, sends
his regards though!” The dark haired man squeezed his eyes shut tightly as a hot stab of agony shot through him.
The
knuckles of Andrews right hand, connected with Starsky’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. The brunet was surprised
by the lack of feeling that he experienced by the punch, wondering if it was from a bad hit, or a lack of feeling he was experiencing
thanks to all that his body had endured over the past 48-72 hours. His brow wrinkled, he couldn’t remember how long
it had been, the hours seemed to blur together in a haze of confusion. His head swam, as his vision blurred, he felt like
his body was paralyzed, wanting to fight back, but unable to move.
Andrews
stood up, hovering over the injured officer as he enjoyed the feeling of control and power, pausing briefly to absorb the
euphoric sensation. Starsky was barely aware of the noises and activities that were playing out right in front of him. Billy
climbed out from the bushes, jumping up on the rock that he had been hiding behind, and making one ditch effort, he leapt
through the air, attaching himself to Andrews back like a leach to its victim. One of his arms locked around the officer’s
neck as the other flailed wildly, striking the man in the head as he turned in circles trying to rid himself of the pesky
intruder. Montag ran up and pulled Billy off of Andrews with one hand strategically placed, grasping a handful of the boy
dark hair, and snapping his head back.
“Son
of a bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing you little asshole?” Andrews spat as Montag held the boy up,
in front of the officer, preparing him to take his punishment.
“I’m
not going to let you hurt him!” The spry young man spat as he struggled to free himself from Montag’s grasp, earning
him a round of laughter from both men.
“Dammit,
Billy.” Starsky whispered as he struggled against his own body, wanting to get up and save the boy, his body not following
even one of the commands he was giving it.
Starsky
managed to get his knees underneath him, gasping heavily as his arms fought to lift his weight off the ground. His elbows
buckled as he fell back down, the side of his face, connecting with the dirt below him.
Andrews
smiled as he took one step towards the young man, admiring his bravery, but denouncing his insubordination.
“Now,
now, now Billy, I know I’ve taught you better than that. Haven’t I always been good to you?” The blond street
cop orated, “Haven’t I fed you? Given you a cot to sleep in?” He saw the fear in the boys eyes increase
as they grew wider, “Didn’t I keep that fucking Jew of a dad of yours alive?” He spat, his voice rising
in anger as he stepped toe to toe with the small man. His right lifted his right arm over his left shoulder, bringing it backwards
viciously as the back of his hand connected with the side of the boys face.
“Andrews,
stop…leave ‘im ‘lone.” Starsky gasped, his body still writhing, trying desperately to get up and do
something. “Please don’t hurt ‘im.” Starsky pled in vain.
Billy
brought his head back around to the front of him, a trickle of blood already dripping down from the corner of his mouth as
he looked defiantly at the man before him.
“You’re
a tough brat, I’ll give you that!” Andrews concluded as he balled up his fist and struck the child in the abdomen,
instantly doubling him in half, listening to the satisfying sounds of the boy gasping and heaving, fighting just to breathe. Montag let go of Billy’s collar and allowed the child to fall to the ground,
a puff of dirt being puffed up from the impact of his collapse. Both Montag and Andrews turned their back of the coughing
child as they returned their attention back to the brunet by the tree.
Starsky
could barely make out the feeble whines that escaped the brave young man as Billy balled up into the fetal position, pulling
his knees up to his chest instinctively to try and protect himself from further assault. His face was against the rough and
rocky ground, every gasp of air that he puffed through his mouth, blew the dust up and into his eyes. He blinked hard, trying
to keep the painful particles from reaching their target, his eyes watering profusely, themselves trying to wash the dirt
from them naturally.
Starsky
remained on the ground, sensing the approaching men, vaguely aware of everything that had just transpired. “You s’n
of’ abitch,” he attempted to shout, a mere whisper escaping his lips.
“One
more time, where’s Hutch?” Andrews repeated his original query.
“Go
t’hell.” Starsky coughed, knowing that either way he was a dead man, and he would be damned if he would allow
Hutch to join him.
Billy
remained on the ground, huddled in a ball, short quick gasps escaping from his mouth.
Andrews
grabbed a fistful Starsky’s dark curls, lifted his head up, and slammed it back onto the ground. The brunet almost lost
consciousness completely as he fought through the urge to succumb to the blissful darkness that was beckoning him.
As
Andrews stood, straightening his posture, Montag and he both trained their ears to a far off wail of sirens as they listened
to the coming nearer. Montag looked at his temporary partner, his eyes widened with concern, “It’s the fucking
cops.” He stated the obvious, irritating the uniformed police officer.
“No
shit Sherlock!” Andrews retorted sharply.
“Who
the hell called the cops?” Montag asked, more speaking out loud then truly expecting an answer.
His
eyes grew big in terror, his face paled as he witnessed something he never expected. Andrews lifted his gun, pointing it at
Montag. “I did!” Montag answered as he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet right through the man’s skull,
his eyes frozen open for all eternity as he fell to the ground, killed instantly, dead before he even hit the dusty and rocky
floor.
oooooOOOOOooooo
Hutch
was not that far away when he heard the shot ring out though the woods. His head snapped back around in the direction that
he had left his partner. His heart jumped into his throat as panic began to set in, the pictures that flashed through his
mind of the possibilities of what the end result of that gun shot was, made him nauseous as he turned on his heels in mid
stride and raced back to his friend. Reaching inside his jacket, he retrieved the gun, cursing the fact that he didn’t
have the forethought to have left the damn gun with his wounded partner. He flew over the ground, his long legs carrying him
swiftly, even gracefully over the terrain. He ran with a sense of urgency that took over his body, his mind racing, constantly
think of the ‘what if’ factor as he neared the clearing.
He
slowed down, his pace less frantic, moving on the side of caution as he carefully scanned the area, gun raised to the sky,
eyes darting around with the senses of a hawk. He placed his back up against a tree and peaking his head out carefully, he
saw Andrews towering over his partner. Noticing that Starsky was braced up against the tree, his head moving around dazedly,
he scanned the area for little Billy. His brow furrowed as he attempted to focus on the rough terrain, his heart beating rapidly
as he found it difficult to slow his breathing. Licking his lips, closing his eyes tightly, he tried desperately to think
of a way out. His mind was racing just as fast as his heart was, making it difficult to concentrate. He had no idea if Andrews
had more people with him and where they were positioned, so his eyes kept a constant scan of the area.
He
saw Andrews return his attention to Starsky at the base of the tree, placing the gun near his partner’s forehead, piercing
his lips together as he heard the officer growl, “Where’s your fucking partner?” he spewed menacingly.
“Andrews!”
Hutch called out from behind his shelter. “Let him go!” he shouted, trying to come off unnerved.
Andrews
perked up, looking in Hutch’s direction, “Come out, come out where ever you are…” he taunted as he
spoke melodically.
“Drop
your gun, and I’ll come out unarmed…” Hutch shouted, his anxiety peaking. “We can talk about this…it’s
not too late you know.”
“Tell
you what Hutchinson!”
Andrews yelled back, his eyes honing in on the general direction that Hutch was hiding, “you come out, with your hands
up, an’ I’ll think about not splatterin’ your Jew friends’ brains all over this mighty Oak!”
Hutch
heard the sirens drawing nearer as he knew that he had to buy themselves some time, he thought about his next move, stalling
long enough to get them a few precious seconds before sighing and stepping away from the tree. He held both of his hands high
up in the air, his magnum pointed towards the darkened sky.
Andrews
shoved the barrel of his gun, deeper into the temple of the brunet in front of him as he shouted out at the tall blond. “Now
just drop your gun, and maybe I will let him live!”
Hutch
looked at the crazed man, the sirens so close, but seemed so far away, “It’s over Andrews, the cops are gonna
be here, you might as well let it go.” He tried to convince the man that held his friends life in his hand.
“Drop
the fucking gun!!!” He shouted Hutch worried that Andrews was being pushed to the limit, and that he would, in fact,
carry out his threat at any moment.
The
tall blond reluctantly dropped the weapon to the ground, looking at Andrews, trying to keep the situation under control for
just a few more seconds. “Look, its okay, take it easy, we…we can help you, I swear we can…”
The
Nordic’s blood ran cold as he witnessed Andrews, smile evilly and raise his weapon towards him.
“You’re
as dumb as your friend here!” He quipped, pulling back the hammer with his thumb, tilting his head to the side slightly
and pulling the trigger.
“Hutchhhhhhhhhhhh!” Starsky shouted out as he looked to the side, seeing the tall blond fall to the ground with a
sickening thud.
The
injured brunet struggled against his body as he attempted to rise, seeing Billy out of the corner of his eye get to his feet,
running up to Andrews and beating him against the back with his fists, causing the unaffected man to snort in laughter.
“No!
No! No!” Billy screamed at the man as he continued to beat against him with his fists. “You killed him, just like
my dad! I hate you! I hate you!”
Andrews
spun around, Billy tripping at his feet as the deranged man looked down at his horrified face, raising his arm over is opposite
shoulder and bringing it back across the boys face, sending him spiraling outward across the ground, hitting his head against
its hard surface.
“You
son of a bitch…leave…the…kid alone…” Starsky puffed as he fought against his own pain and demons
as he tried to remain defiant to the end.
“Your
turn.” Andrews commented as he walked towards the brunet, raising his hand with the gun in it and bringing it back across
Starsky’s temple, knocking him out cold, his body falling to the side.
A
panic washed across the man’s face as he heard the sirens come closer, he raced to Montag’s corpse, kneeling down
and talking his gun, wiping it down with his own shirt and the placing it in Montag’s lifeless hand, wrapping the dead
man’s fingers around it tightly before rushing to Starsky’s side, just as the police vehicles and unmarked cars
rolled up, their headlights shining brightly at the crime scene before them. Andrews looked over his shoulder, his eyes squinting
from the shining headlights.
“Hurry
up, get an ambulance, we got officer’s down!” He shouted at the men that were starting to exit their vehicles.
“I’m Officer Raymond T. Andrews, Bay City PD…get me some help here!”
He
heard the familiar voice of Captain Dobey echo off the trees, “You heard the man, get an ambulance up here pronto!”
He shouted as he rushed to Officer Andrews side, putting his arm on the shoulder.
“You
okay son?” Dobey asked Andrews with growing concern.
“Yes…yes…sir.”
I’m okay…I tried to stop him, but the suspect shot Detective Hutchinson after he knocked out Starsky here…I
don’t know if either of them are gonna make it Sir, I tried to help, I really did.”
Other
officers were rushing to Hutch’s side, performing first aide, checking for vitals.
“You
did good son, I’m proud of you.” Dobey stated as he looked around at all the bodies lying about, as more officers
begun to work on the young boy. “You shot and killed the suspect?”
“Yes
sir…I had no choice, he was gonna kill Starsky.” Andrews stuttered, playing the frightened officer role to the
hilt.
“There’s
gonna be a commendation in this for you ya’ know don’t you, son?” Dobey stated as he squeezed the blonde’s
shoulder supportively.
Chapter Twenty
The
car ride to the hospital was nerve racking for little Billy. He sat in Dobey’s car, in the front seat, between the large
black man and Andrews himself as they followed the two ambulances carrying Starsky and Hutch. The child’s heart raced,
his eyes wide with fear, as the blond cop recounted ‘his’ version of
events. Andrews proceeded to tell Captain Dobey how he had followed Starsky from the bar in the city, to their location, he
hid out in the woods until he felt the coast was clear, and assisted both Starsky and Hutch in their escape.
The
three of them made it to the woods when Hutch had gone ahead to seek help, leaving Starsky, Billy and Andrews behind. The
overly intuitive officer heard an oncoming car approaching as he hid in the bushes, watching as Montag attacked both Billy
and Starsky before shooting Hutch, fatally from what the younger cop could tell.
They were both aware that Hutch was still alive, but not for long, Andrews thought to himself sinisterly. After Andrews completed
his tall tale, Dobey tilted his head, leaning it towards the young witness between them.
“Is
that how it went down, son?” he asked, his voice hinted the slightest growl in relief at finding his two detectives,
both men to which he had become very fond of, perhaps too fond given his position as their superior.
Billy
looked straight ahead, out the windshield of the car, he felt Andrews knee pressing against his threateningly as he stammered,
swallowing hard, “Y…yes…sir…that’s just how it happened.” he stuttered as Dobey looked
back at the tail lights of the ambulance in front of him. “He…he saved our lives…”
“Well
Andrews, I don’t know how to thank you enough for what you’ve done for them and for my department. I know you
and Detective Starsky had your personal problems, but I see you were able to put them aside and do what was right and I commend
you for that.” Dobey poured compliments on the deceitful officer.
“No
need to thank me Captain, I was just doing my job.” He replied, “M’sure he woulda done the same.” All three of them rode the remainder of the trip in silence, each pondering their
own personal demons and fears.
oooooOOOOOooooo
Once
the had arrived at the hospital there was a mass of activity as both ambulance doors were thrown wide open, Hutch’s
unconscious body lifted out of the back of the first one, the white from the sheets of the gurney only made his pale features
more exaggerated. There was one orderly on each side of him, one pushing the apparatus, the other holding the glass IV bottle
high in the air as he rushed along side of the gurney.
The
shorter, darker orderly was shouting statistics at the doctor who had rushed out to meet the group.
“BP
100/50, pulse 45 and thready, respirations 14. Bullet wound upper left chest area, pupils equal and reactive.” He spewed
almost too fast for Dobey to comprehend or absorb the gravity of what was being said.
Starsky’s
ambulance and gurney followed closely, with two more orderlies going through the same motions.
“BP
130/80, pulse 68, respiration 20…” the man in the pure white uniform continued his oration as the burst through
the emergency room doors, disappearing behind them as they swung closed.
Dobey
made his way to the nurse’s station, bellying up to the counter and taking two clipboards, one for each patient that
was about to be admitted, grabbing them he turned, nearly stepping on Billy who seemed to be joined at the hip, and right
under his foot. He looked around the waiting room and found two empty chairs side by side, pointing in that direction and
ushering his young friend to take a seat as the large man barely fit in one of the small chairs himself. He began the arduous
task of filling out the patient information sheets for both detectives, something that he was completely capable of doing,
knowing them almost as well as they knew each other.
Dobey
began filling out the patient history forms, a chill running up his back as he was suddenly aware of Andrews’ absence.
He looked around the room, stood and made his way to the large glass doors that led the way outside. Pushing the door open,
he stuck his head out and peered around, finding no sign of the man. Turning and stepping back into the waiting room, he nearly
stepped on Billy again the boys eyes were wide, the fear and uncertainty that radiated from them bore deeply in to the black
man’s soul and heightened his alert as his cop instinct kicked in.
“Is
there something you wanna tell me son?” Dobey asked, his gruff exterior softening as he attempted to approach the boy
as more of a trusted father figure then a threateningly tough police Captain.
“It di’nt happen that way.” Billy said, his gaze never shifting from Dobey’s stoic stare.
“What didn’t happen?” Dobey prodded the boy to continue.
“That cop…he didn’t save us…he’s the one that shot Hutch.” Billy spat out
with very little emotion whatsoever.
Dobey
took note of the child’s lack of emotion, noting that either he was making it up, or maybe he had seen so many terrible
things in his young life, that he was almost ‘used’ to the horrors
that a child this age should have never been exposed to.
“Son,
that’s a serious allegation you’re making there.” The large man tipped his head, looking at the boy through
his brow.
“I
know it is sir, but it’s true…he shot Hutch and he hurt the other one. I saw him. Then he shot and killed that
guy in the woods. They were in it together; I don’t know why he did that, I haven’t figured that out yet.”
Billy explained as he turned and headed back towards their seats. “But I’m still working on that one. I’ve
seen him around before, at the camp where they kept all of us. Sometimes he’d come dressed up like a cop, other times
he was just in regular clothes. He always met with Kiles…and now both of them are gone…and that worries me.”
Dobey
sat in his chair, inhaling deeply, completely blown away by the very adult conversation this pre teen and he were having.
He set the clipboard down in the empty seat next to him as he focused his attention on the young man.
“Billy,
do you really mean what you’re saying? You understand what it means to lie don’t you?” Dobey asked the child,
thinking about his own kids at home, his heart aching for the boy.
“Yes
sir, and I don’t lie…unless I have to an’ right now, I don’t have to.” Billy looked up at Captain
Dobey. He spoke with an eerie conviction as he stared at him. “You see, I don’t have any reason to make this up.
If that cop did help us, don’t you think I would want to tell you that? He hurt them, and he killed the other guy, he
said he was the one that called the cops, and then just shot Mr. Montag in the head and then he dropped dead. The only thing
I could figure out is that he wanted you to think he was helping, so he could get back here and get away before you figured
it out, or before those two cops told you the truth. I don’t think he was expecting wither of them to live.”
Dobey
looked up, his eyes wide, his heart skipping several beats. He looked around, he realized that he hadn’t seen Andrews
since they all got out of the cars back at the hospital. He stood and rushed towards the nurse’s station as he reached
over the tall counter picking up the receiver of the phone, pressing it to his ear and dialing several numbers.
“Dispatch,
this is Captain Dobey, I want you to contact Officer Raymond T. Andrews, try his radio, his home, his parents. Tell him to
contact me here at Bay City Memorial, if you can’t track him down, or he doesn’t check in with in the next hour,
I want an APB put out on him. I want him considered armed and dangerous, you got that!” Dobey spat into the phone before
pausing briefly for confirmation that the receiver understood, and then he hung out the phone, lifting his hand to his temple,
rubbing it with his pudgy finger, trying to stop the incessant pounding that was trying to break through his skull.
“You
gonna find him Sir?” Dobey opened his tightly shut eyes to see Billy looking at him inquisitively.
“You
bet I am son, you bet I am.” He vowed as the two of them returned to the chairs against the wall and Dobey continued
to fill out the admittance papers for his two finest officers. Billy sat there quietly, not wanting to interrupt the man,
but not wanting to be far away from him either. He was another one of the few adults that made him feel safe.
oooooOOOOOooooo
Hours
passed, hours that seemed like days as Dobey and Billy sat in virtual silence, each pondering their own thoughts and queries.
A doctor, clad in his thigh length white coat, burst through the swinging doors, his boisterous voice calling out.
“Who’s
with Detectives Hutchinson and Starsky?”
Dobey
and Billy popped up from their chairs like Jack-in-the-boxes, springing from their metal tin.
“That
would be us.” Dobey stated as he approached the doctor, his eyes wide in anticipation. “Are they gonna be okay.”
“I’m
Doctor Miller, let’s step over here and talk, shall we?” The tall man waved his hand in front of him, guiding
the two towards the far wall, more secluded from the other patients and loved ones patiently waiting their turn.
Dobey’s
heart raced slightly, knowing that it usually wasn’t a good sign when they are ushered away from other speculative glares,
that is was for good reason.
“Detective
Starsky is gonna be just fine, we had to splint his ankle, it is severely sprained, and even though the x-rays are negative,
there is a slight possibility of a hairline fracture that we just couldn’t pick up on. Detective Starsky also suffers
from a pretty substantial concussion, four broken ribs, we are lucky that he didn’t puncture a lung. That, coupled with
some suspected temporary nerve damage due to the electric shock therapy he received is going to hinder his healing slightly,
but we expect him to make a full recovery. It will take some time though; I think that his physical injuries may heal long
before his mental ones do.”
“What
about Detective Hutchinson?” Dobey inquired, noticing
the change in the doctor’s demeanor.
“We
took him straight into surgery, the bullet lodged with in inches of his heart, just to the upper chest area.” He pointed
to his own chest to explain the injury. “It tore some of his pectoral muscle an embedded itself in the Sternocostal
Head of Pectoral Major, just up and to the left of the heart. Removing the bullet caused some damage to that muscle which
we were able to repair. The only danger he is in right now is the onset of infection which is a risk following any type of
major surgery. We will start him on an antibiotic therapy, strictly for preventative measures, and once we feel he’s
ready, we’ll begin a regiment of physical therapy, to help him regain strength and mobility. If all goes well, he should
regain most if not all of his range of motion from prior to the shooting.”
Dobey
sighed in relief, just knowing that for the moment, both os his men were out of immediate danger, and now would be able to
concentrate on recovery, caused the black man to reach in his breast pocket and retrieve a handkerchief, wiping his sweaty
brow before returning it to its proper place.
“Thank
you Doc, thank you so much for taking care of both of them. When will I be able to see them?” He asked.
“Once
we get them set up in recovery, and settled, I will have the charge nurse come and get you.” He promised as they shook
hands and the doctor turned on his heels and exited the waiting room.
Dobey
took a moment to compose himself before talking to his small friend. “You hear that son?” he asked turning around
to face Billy. “They’re both gonna be…” Dobey’s words dropped off sharply as he noticed that
his small friend was gone, vanished, he scanned the waiting room, but found no sign of him.
Chapter Twenty-One
Dobey
alerted the hospital staff about the missing boy; soon he had several employees searching the storage closets, elevators,
even the morgue for the missing teen. He also let security know about Andrews, making sure that they kept a special eye out
for him. Once he had done everything in his immediate power to locate both missing persons, he resolved himself to heading
towards recovery to see his injured detectives. He felt the slight flit of butterflies that fluttered through his stomach
in anticipation. Nerves as to what kind of condition he would find them in, the doctor had given him his report, but one never
knew what to expect.
He
walked into the room, a young nurse leading they way. It was a long rectangle room that housed several curtained cubby holes
housing stretchers and patients that just come out of surgery. They were, for the most part, unconscious and hooked up to
machines, the incessant beeping of the heart monitors resonating in the large black man’s ears. The traveled to the
far end of the room, the last cubby on the right hand side, the petite nurse reaching up and pulling back the tan curtain
as if opening a door for the rotund man.
A
smile washed across his face as he saw that the hospital had put both of the detectives, in the same space, the same small
area, side by side. He was pretty sure that one of them must have come around enough to either request this, or became obnoxious
enough for the staff to do anything to shut them up. Either scenario worked for him, as long as they were together, that was
all that mattered.
Sitting
in the middle, right between both detectives on a yellow vinyl chair was Billy, watching over both men. He turned abruptly
when the curtain was pulled back, his eyes wide with fear until he laid eyes on Dobey. His posture relaxing slightly, he turned
back around, focusing his attention on both officers as he spoke.
“Sorry
Sir, I couldn’t wait to see them, they needed me here, I keep an eye out for them, they needed me.” Billy stated,
his voice monotone as he watched the sleeping men breathe.
“Its
okay son,” Dobey spoke as he moved closer, placing his large, pudgy hand on the boys shoulder and squeezing gently,
“I’m sure they wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Hutch’s
pale skin and blond hair looked ever fairer against the white sheets, the covers pulled up to mid chest. An IV was hooked
up to his right arm while nasal tubes provided the much needed oxygen to the patient. His upper torso was bare, save for the
bandage that covered the majority of his chest where the bullet had been lodged and then removed.
Dobey
looked over at the brunet, the light bedding exaggerating his darker features as he methodically inhaled and exhaled, his
chest rising and falling in a calm relaxing succession. He had no nasal tubing’s, but the IV in the crook of his right
arm was the same as his partners. Starsky’s face was bruised, his eye swollen terribly along with his lower lip. His
leg stuck out from the bottom of the bed, propped up on a couple of pillows, the ankle splinted and wrapped tightly. Dobey
couldn’t recall ever seeing Starsky so battered and beaten as he was witnessing now.
Billy’s
gaze shifted from one man to the other, his concern evident on his face, suddenly looking way older then his age. Dobey stood
back and watched the scene unfolding before his eyes, and couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the trio during
their captivity.
Starsky’s
head lobbed from side to side, mumbling something at first that was incomprehensible.
“H…no…noo…Sir…”
he stammered, “H-h-hutsch…” his dark lashes fluttered against his pale skin. “H-h-h-hutch…n-n-nooo,
please…” There was almost a panicking tone to his voice, his breathing increasing.
Dobey
moved closer to his waking officer, his large hand covering Starsky’s bruised one that lay across his lap.
“Dave,
son, its okay, its me Dobey…come on son, wake up…” The Captain attempted to rouse him.
Starsky’s
eyes opened abruptly as his head jerked from side to side, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, and yet petrified by them
at the same time. Billy stayed in his seat, perfectly calm, having an odd understanding at the man’s erratic behavior.
“Starsky!”
Dobey’s voice bellowed authoritatively, trying to snap Starsky back to his reality. “It’s me, Dobey, look
at me!” He ordered as the brunet’s head turned, his wild eyes locking with his Captain’s.
Dobey
turned his head, back towards the curtains that were now drawn back, “Nurse!” He called out, looking for some
help.
Starsky’s
physical stiffness subsided as he seemed to relax back into his bed, his eyes drifting back to the front, looking up at ceiling,
almost a blank look washing over his face.
“Starsky,
can you hear me?” Dobey questioned him as the man seemed not to hear him. “Nurse!” Dobey shouted out again
as the petite nurse that had led them to the recovery area reappeared.
“What
is it?” She shouted as she rushed to Starsky’s side, checking his monitors, noting the quick increase in his pulse
rate as she reached out for his arm only to have him jerk it away.
“H-h-hutch,
where’s Hutch?” He stammered as he twisted and turned his arm to keep her from touching him.
“He’s
right here,” Billy’s calm voice came out of nowhere. “He’s right next to you.” Billy looked
at the nurse, “If you wouldn’t mind backing up so he can see his friend, I think it would help him.” Billy’s
large brown eyes begged the small lady, who quickly obliged. “Look, he’s right there, he’s okay.”
Billy assured Starsky turned his head, looking at the sleeping blond in the bed next to him, calming down even further.
His
pulse and heart monitor started to slow as just this sight of his partner calmed him to some degree. The nurse tried to check
the IV in his arm, only to have the brunet rip his arm away, out of her reach.
“Just
don’t touch him…you guys don’t understand what happened to him in there…every time he was touched,
he was hurt, just don’t touch him, just let him be there, he’ll be fine.” Billy warned Dobey and the nurse.
“You need to give him some time, he’s been conditioned this way and it is going to take some time to fix him,
but first of all, he’s gonna have ta’ wanna be fixed. You just need to let him be himself, a Jew. Once he comes
to grips with that, then he won’t be afraid of the others around him, he needs to gain everyone’s trust right
now, and right now, he don’t trust nobody…’cept maybe his friend in the bed over there.” Billy’s
words once again making him sound much older then he actually was.
Starsky’s
eyes returned forward, focused on the wall across the room, just looking over the top of Billy’s head. Dobey looked
around the room impatiently, he sighed heavily as he spoke to Billy, “I gotta go call into the station.” Dobey
looked at the young boy, “I want you to wait here, no running off, you got me?” Dobey commanded shaking his pudgy
finger at the boy.
“Yes
Sir, promise, I won’t go nowhere.” Billy responded as Dobey headed to the door and exited the room.
Billy
sat there in the dimly lit room, his gaze changed from one detective to the other. Hutch was still sleeping; Starsky lay there
patiently and quietly wrapped in his own thoughts and demons. Billy spoke softly, “You’re gonna be okay, you know
that don’t you?” He reassured the brunet, but Starsky didn’t even acknowledge his words.
A
soft moan came from Hutch’s direction as Billy’s head snapped towards him. The boy stood and took two steps near
the blonde’s bed, saddling up to his side. His hand reached over the silver railing and lightly touched Hutch’s
arm, stroking it gently. The Nordic moaned again, his head lobbing slightly to the side as a groan escaped his lips.
“You
waking up Mister?” Billy asked in a whisper.
Hutch’s
eyes opened and closed quickly, the lights of the room, and the movement of his head, causing his head to swim.
“S-starsk…”
He gasped, his voice hoarse, his throat dry.
Billy
looked over his shoulder at the brunet’s bed and was pleasantly surprised to see the man looking back at them.
“See,
I told you he’d wake up.” Billy noted as he returned his attention to Hutch. “Hey mister, wake up, your
friend needs you,” he tried to coax the blond calmly.
“S-starsky…”
Hutch whispered again.
“He’s
right here, he’s waiting for you.” Billy informed him.
Hutch’s
eyes slowly opened as he winced in pain, his head throbbing. His head turned, the right eye opening first, allowing him a
few seconds to focus.
“That’s
right, your friend his here with you, we made sure they put him in here with you, so you guys would be together. Look for
yourself.” Billy encouraged as Hutch struggled to crank his head enough to make out the profile of his partner, his
indigo eyes looking at Hutch’s light blue orbs. There was something haunting in them that Hutch couldn’t quite
place, something missing, vacant.
He
licked his dry lips, swallowing, trying to promote saliva to dampen his parched mouth. “Hey buddy, we made it.”
Hutch was shocked by his own raspy voice, harsh and rough.
Starsky
blinked once and then returned his gaze back in front of him, blinking methodically as his own mind fought for control of
his emotions. Hutch wanted so badly to get out of his bed and make his way to his partner’s side, to comfort him, and
help him, to give him some type of contact, anything he could do for him.
“Starsk…”
Hutch tried to speak, but it was difficult for him. “Starsk…you with me buddy?”
Silence
“What’d
they do to him Billy?” Hutch whispered.
“Question
is, what didn’t they do to him?” Billy answered matter of factly. “It’s okay, he’s strong, like
my dad, he’ll get over this.”
It
suddenly hit Hutch that they still had work to do, they promised the boy that they would find and reunite him with his father,
he had to get Starsky back.
“Look
Billy, I need you to go get the doctor…I need to talk to him.” Hutch hissed in pain, “Can you do that for
me?” He pled as Billy shook his head in confidence.
“But I promised your Captain that I would stay right here, I wouldn’t go nowhere,
he’s gonna be real mad at me if I do.” Billy’s eyes were filled with excitement, and a slight hint of fear.
“Don’t…don’t worry about it Billy, Starsk and I rarely listen to him,
he’ll get over…now just go!” Hutch demanded as Billy turned on his heels and rushed out of the room.
As soon as they were alone, Hutch turned his head, struggling to move to his side, using the
metal railing of the bed to help him move.
“Starsk, can you hear me?” Hutch winced, fighting through the pain as he moved ever
so slightly. “Listen Buddy, I…” he inhaled sharply again, “I need you…I need your help…I
can’t do this by m’self…it’s gonna take Me an’ Thee buddy, you up to it?”
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room and for a brief moment, Hutch didn’t think
that he had gotten through to his partner. Then Starsky’s head turned slightly, his vacant eyes lazily looking at Hutch,
the life gone from them, the childlike enthusiasm that had always filled the man, appeared to missing.
“M’ here Hutch…tell me what to do…” He whispered, his voice cracking
in anguish as he struggled to speak with out breaking down, “I’ll do whatever you say…” the brunet
resolved as he turned his head back to the front, staring at the ceiling.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Two
nurses entered the small cubicle, one approaching Hutch’s bed, the other’s Starsky’s. As the nurse with
Hutch started to check his IV, and his bandages, the blond allowed his head to lob to the side, watching his partner as his
nurse reached out for the brunet’s arm. An arrow pierced the blonde’s heart as he watched his brave partner flinch,
pulling back his arm protectively, not wanting to be touched. The calm red haired nurse spoke softly to her patient.
“Shhhhhhhhh,
its okay, m’not gonna hurt you…” she said gently as she reached out, this time, her fingers making contact
with Starsky’s dark skinned arm, lightly brushing over his arm, allowing him to feel at ease with her presence before
continuing further. “See? I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you…” she continued to soothe him as Hutch
watched on.
Starsky’s
eyes darted around nervously at the nurse, then over at Hutch, then back to the nurse, seemingly searching for some type of
intervention or help. A part of Hutch’s heart broke off as he saw the fear that exuded from a once strong and fearless
man.
“There
you go, that’s better,” she continued as she fully took his arm, turning it over carefully and checking the crook
of it where the IV had been inserted. “That looks just fine…” She talked him through it, “Now I just
need to take your pulse,” she place two fingers against his wrist, lifting her other arm up so she could read her watch.
When she was finished, she gently laid his arm across his lap, giving it a pat for reassurance.
She
moved around his bead, to the other side, still being careful not to startle or frighten him in any way as she checked his
ankle and adjusted his covers.
Starsky’s
doctor came bursting into the cubicle with Billy at his side. “What is it; the boy said you wanted to see me…?”
Dr. Miller spat out quickly, worried about both of his patients lying before him.
Hutch
looked up at the older, gray haired man, his glasses low on his nose as he looked over them at the blond. “I wanna…”
Hutch sucked in air through his teeth trying hard to ride out the stabbing wave of pain that shot through him, “I wanna
know what is wrong with my partner.” He finally spat out.
Dr.
Miller neared Hutch’s bedside, his tone lowering, trying to keep the brunet from hearing. “Mr. Hutchinson, your
friend has been some pretty traumatic experiences, I would beg you to keep your voice down as not to agitate him any further.”
The doctor explained to Hutch as he pulled up a chair, positioning himself at Hutch’s head, ready to have this discussion.
“As
far as your friend’s physical injuries, he is far luckier than you, and he will heal completely as far as I can tell…my
concerns are for his mental stability, that is another issue on its own. I am afraid there is really no way of knowing how
well he will recover mentally from his experience, that all depends on him…I have the Chief of Psychiatry coming down
here to speak with him, but he will want to do so without your presence, I am sure.”
“No
way, there is no way I am going to leave him alone, not after all that he’s been through, you don’t understand
doc, he needs me now, I am going to help him through this, and there ain’t no way in hell I am gonna let him down again!”
Hutch’s crease between his eyes deepened as his brow furrowed, the determination in his eyes causing the Doctor to take
note. “Where he goes, I go; it’s as simple as that.” The blond concluded as he tried to allow his body to
relax slightly against his pillow, his shoulder beginning to throb as his right hand came up to touch it, trying to ease the
pain.
Dr.
Miller snapped at one of the nurses as he motioned for her to come nearer, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a syringe,
handing it to the man. “I’m going to give you something Mr. Hutchinson, it’s going to help alleviate some
of the discomfort.” He explained as he stuck the needle in the cockstop of the IV and dispersed the numbing fluid into
the blonde’s veins.
Hutch
felt the warm fuzzy feeling that begun to wash over him before he even had time to protest. His head rolled to the side as
he saw his partner’s indigo eyes searching his sky blue ones, locked in desperation as Hutch blinked slowly, feeling
the undeniable sensation of unconsciousness beckoning him, his eyes glazed over as he smiled at Starsky, slurring his words.
“Don’t
worry Buddy, I’ll be right…here…” Hutch mumbled as he started to drift off.
“Hutch,
no Hutch…please…don’t go nowhere…stay with me Hutch…” Starsky pled as he began to panic,
the doctor approaching him with his own liquid filled syringe.
“S-s-sorry
pal…I can’t…” Hutch finished as he finally slipped all the way into darkness, and a peaceful warm,
painless rest.
oooooOOOOOooooo
The
dimly lit, dark smoke filled bar was crowded and noisy. The stall in the back of the place had one man sitting there, his
back to the other patrons, an oversized coat covering himself, the collar pulled up high, his beret type hat pulled low to
his ears. He had a short glass sitting in front of him, filled with amber colored liquid and ice cubes that he slowly nursed,
taking small sips at a time.
He
jumped nervously as he was joined by another, blond man that hopped onto the bench opposite, then burst out laughing at the
mans reaction.
“Whatsa
matter Kiles, hiding from ghosts?” Andrews taunted the red haired man, pointing out and teasing him for his fears. “I
told you, I got this all figured out.”
Kiles
picked up his glass, tipping it back and finishing off they very last drop in it, sucking up an ice cube into his mouth and
rolling it over his tongue. “Yeah, well I already told ya’ I ain’t burnin’ no cops.” Kiles retorted.
“Well
my friend, I am afraid you are out of other options here…” Andrews looked at him, pulling out a manila envelope
from his jacket pocket and laying it on the table. “Either you help me burn those two cops an’ that snot nosed
kid, or I’m havin’ this delivered straight to the DA’s office. I’ve got enough evidence on you in
here to start a nation wide search. There are photos, tapes of your torture sessions, and statements from your fellow comrades
as well as your victims. They’ll be so busy looking for your ass, that it’ll take them a year to get around to
lookin’ for me, giving me plenty of time to set up shop somewhere else, runnin’ the whole operation from under
ground.” Andrews explained watching the color drain from Kiles face.
“You
got it all figured out, dontcha?” Kiles said weakly.
“Let’s
just say, I did my homework.” Andrews answered, satisfied with his work and his ability to manipulate and control Kiles.
“Well
have you figured out how were gonna take the three of them out?” Kiles questioned, eagerly waiting Andrews answer.
The
waitress approached their table, Kiles ordered a refill of his Brandy on the rocks and Andrews ordered a scotch. As soon as
she left their table Andrews leaned in closer to Kiles, “I’m thinkin’ that the minute they get ‘em
outta the hospital, back to their own pads, it should be pretty easy to take them out, one at a time, fast and quite.”
He held up his hand, his fingers making the shape of a gun, “Bam!!! One shot, straight to the head…they’ll
never know what happened.” he let out an evil laugh, resting back against the seat, kicking his leg up on the bench
seat, waiting for the waitress to return with his drink.
oooooOOOOOooooo
Hutch’s
eyes opened, his head still swimming as things warped in and out of focus for him. He closed them tightly, and then tried
again, giving his mind a moment to catch up to his surroundings. He was no longer in the recovery bay and now appeared to
be in an actual room. His eyes opened wide as his thoughts traveled to Starsky, looking to his side, his heart skipped a beat
as he found an empty bed. His arms fumbled around his bed, looking for a call button as he shouted out…
“Nurse…NURSE!!!!!!” He shouted. his head nearly splitting open as he suddenly felt a warm hand on his bare arm.
Hutch
looked over at Billy’s scared face, the boys wide dark eyes pleading with Hutch’s, almost relieved that the tall
blond finally woke up.
“B-Billy,
where’s Starsky…Where’d they take him?” Hutch stammered, still trying to fight his way back to the
reality that was staring him in the face.
“I
told ‘em you were gonna be mad Kent,
I told ‘em not to take him, they wouldn’t listen…” Billy spat out quickly. “He didn’t
wanna go either, but they took him anyways”
Hutch
fought through the intense searing pain that shot through is chest as he struggled to sit up. “Where’d they take
him?” Hutch demanded.
“They
took him to talk to that shrink…he didn’t wanna go Kent,
I couldn’t stop them, I tried, m’sorry.” The small boy whimpered, afraid that his blond friend would be
angry.
Hutch
raised his hand, scrubbing the child’s head, “It’s not your fault Billy…it’s not your fault.”
Hutch assured the child as his gaze traveled towards the door, pushing himself off the bed, while Billy stood there trying
to stabilize him, “By the way, m’names Ken, Ken Hutchinson, but all my friends call me Hutch.” The tall
blond added as he took very slow steps towards the door of his room, bent on finding his partner.
As
they reached the door, Hutch reached out and pulled open the door and with Billy’s helped made his way to the hall.
A nurse came running up to assist the boy with his charge, taking Hutch’s arm and supportively wrapping it around her
shoulder.
“Get
me a wheelchair,” she shouted at an orderly, who jumped into action.
The
orderly quickly returned with the wheelchair as they lowered the blond carefully into it. His head was still spinning from
the medications and even the slightest movements exasperated it.
“Just
where do you think you were going Mr. Hutchinson?” Nurse Hatchet asked the weary blond.
“I
thought I was going to my partner, and I think that is where you are about to take
me if you know what is good for you.” Hutch’s voice and commanding as Billy stood behind the both of them grinning
widely.
Nurse
Hatchet began to push the wheelchair and Hutch was glad that it was in the opposite direction of his room, giving him some
hope that they were headed towards Starsky.
Hutch
and Billy were led to the elevators; they entered as nurse Hatchet turned the blonde’s wheelchair around, bending over
the detective and pressing the button for the third floor, waiting patiently for the doors to close.
oooooOOOOOooooo
Starsky
sat on the leather couch, his knee bouncing nervously as he wrung his hands in his lap, the voice of the psychiatrist that
sat behind the large Oak desk, echoing in the brunet’s mind.
“I
want you to tell me about what happened to you David…” He spoke with little or no emotion as Starsky remained
quiet, his gaze focused on his lap.
“I
already told ya’, I don’t wanna talk about it. Can I go back to my room now?” Starsky asked, his voice shaking
slightly.
“No,
you can’t. You need to talk about your experience…now I’m going to keep asking you the same question until
I get an answer, shutting me out wont do you any good.” Dr. Rubens stated authoritatively.
The
curly haired detective remained silent, the sweat on his brow becoming apparent as his jaw clenched in frustration.
“How
do you expect to ever get over this if you don’t talk about it?” The doctor prodded his patient, the tone of his
voice becoming louder and more demanding.
“There’s
nuthin’ to get over.” Starsky spoke in almost a whisper as his head remained down. “I wanna talk to Hutch,
not you, I wanna go back to my room.”
“I’m
here to help you David, but you got to want help.” Dr. Rubens spoke as he opened the top drawer of his desk and withdrew
a syringe, filled with clear liquid.
Starsky’s
head snapped up as his eyes grew wide, looking at the item in the man’s hand.
“W-w-what’s
that for?” Starsky stuttered,
“It’s
some medication, to help you relax and maybe it’ll make you more willing to talk to me…” He stated as he
walked around the desk, slowly moving towards his patient, noting the dark haired man’s agitation growing. “Just
relax Mr. Starsky; really, I am just trying to help…”
“I
don’t want no drugs doc, I just wanna go back to my room.” Starsky swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing
as his dark blue eyes plead with the man that was now towering over him.
They
both heard a commotion coming from the waiting room and looked towards the door, just as Starsky felt a sting to his left
arm, the drug being injected in to him quickly. He jerked back reflexively, grabbing the syringe out of the doctor’s
hand as the aging man backed away.
Chapter Twenty-Three
‘You can’t go in there Sir!’ They heard a female voice shouting from the other room.
‘Get outta my way!’ Starsky recognized Hutch’s angry voice.
The
door to the office flew open as Hutch wheeled through, fighting and pushing the whole way with young Billy right behind him.
“Get
the hell away from him! Don’t you dare touch him!” Hutch shouted out, his brow furrowed as he fought to stand
up, trying to get out of the wheel chair.
Starsky
looked over at his partner, his gaze softening as his eyes rose to look at his best friend.
“S’good to see ya’ Hutch, but I’m afraid you’re too late.”
Starsky smiled his crooked smile as he held up the syringe for his partner to see and Hutch’s rage continued.
“I
don’t know where in the Sam hell you got your degree, but just who in the hell do you think you are?” Hutch spewed
as he limped forward, towards the surprised doctor who was retreating behind the safety of his desk. “What’d you
give him?” Hutch demanded as he leaned against the desk for support.
Hutch
looked back over his shoulder watching as Starsky’s gaze glazed over, his head lobbing to the side slightly as Billy
took a seat next to him on the couch, his tiny hand reaching out and softly stroking Starsky’s dark arm, soothingly.
“I asked you a question!” Hutch bent forward threateningly. “What’d you
give my partner?”
“Partner,” Starsky murmured, “Ah Hutch, I love it when you call me that,”
Starsky snorted in a drunken stupor as his head rolled back, finally resting on the back of the leather couch, his eyes trying
hard to focus on the ceiling, blinking slowly.
“N-n-nothing that is going to hurt him, I assure you…it is merely a sedative, something
to relax him. Your partner was showing signs of distress, and I just wanted to calm him down.” Doctor Rubens tried to
explain.
Hutch turned and slowly started to make his way to his partner, “Well you succeeded
in that.” He snapped sarcastically as he knelt next to Starsky, placing his large pale hand on the brunet’s knee,
sighing heavily.
“It is a perfectly acceptable form of therapy; sedatives are commonly used to make a patient
more willing to talk about their experiences.” Doctor Rubens attempted to reason with the blond who just ignored him
and concentrated on his partner.
“M’sorry buddy…I didn’t mean to let you down again.” Hutch said
quietly.
“S’okay, this shit ain’t that bad Hutsch.”
Starsky slurred, still fighting to stop the room from spinning. “Can we go back to the room now?”
Hutch let out his own burst of laughter as he strained to stand, “Sure we can Buddy, sure
we can.” The tall blond turned to look at the man behind the desk. “Think you can manage to get us another wheelchair
for him, and maybe some help?” Hutch quipped sharply.
Looking deep into the tall man’s intense icy blue orbs, the doctor quickly reached for
his phone, dialing a three digit extension before speaking into it and requesting a wheelchair and two male orderlies to assist
in the transfer of both the patients from his office.
They returned to their room and Starsky was helped into bed, snoring before the covers were pulled
up over him. Hutch smiled at his peaceful partner as he too carefully climbed into bed himself. Billy sat in the chair that
he had placed right between the two detectives, equally spaced, showing no favoritism. He looked at Starsky, a smile washing
over his face as he saw him sleeping peacefully and worry free.
Hutch
and Billy made small talk, keeping the conversation as light as possible. It was long before Dobey and a uniformed officer
entered the room, looking at both his officers and then at the young boy in the middle of the two beds. Billy’s large
brown eyes looked up at the big black man. There was a certain amount of intimidation in the boys’ face, knowing that
Dobey held a bit of authority frightened the child.
Dobey
moved closer to Hutch’s side, glancing back at Billy. “Hutchinson,
we need to talk…alone.” He mumbled as Hutch looked over at Billy and then at the officer with Dobey.
“Hey
Billy, why don’t you and Officer Smithers here, go to the cafeteria and get something to eat, you must be starving.”
The blond suggested.
“Nah,
m’fine…I’ve gone longer without eating.” He stated as if he were proud of his accomplishment.
“Well
that’s fine Billy, but you don’t have to go without eating anymore.” Hutch stated with a flip of his head,
“now do me a favor and go with Smithers for a little bit, Captain Dobey and I need to talk.” He remembered that
this child had the mind of an adult and he needed to talk to him with facts, not trying to sneak one by the child.
“Why
didn’t you just say so?” Billy asked as he stood up and headed for the door. “Try not to fall asleep before
I get back,” he said, looking back at the blond, “I don’t want them to take you away either.”
Hutch
smiled and winked at the young man as Officer Smithers led him out of the room.
Dobey
looked back at his detective, his eyes darting over to Starsky and then back, “S’he okay?” he asked with
concern, noting Starsky’s obviously deep sleep.
“Yeah,
he will be…this is their idea of helping…drugging him into to spilling his guts about what happened to him…you
know as well as I do Cap’, he’ll talk when he’s ready to, and not before…” Hutch quipped, the
irritation in his voice cutting and sharp. “I don’t want them forcing him again like that…can you talk to
them?”
“Damn
straight I will…don’t worry, I’ll see to it, that doesn’t happen again.” Dobey assured the blond
then sighed heavily. “Look Hutchinson, there’s
still no sign of Andrews or Kiles and that has me a bit worried. I wanna put a guard on you and sleeping beauty over there,
just until they are rounded up. The guys we did get out of that camp are singing like songbirds, so I don’t think he’ll
need to testify at trial, or at least I am hoping he wont, but I’m not
gonna feel confident about that until those two are behind bars.”
“So
that’s what Smithers is doing here…” Hutch concluded.
“Well
not exactly, Child Protective Services wants Billy to be made a ward of the court.” Dobey blurted out as Hutch sat up
abruptly, the searing hot pain that shot through his injured shoulder causing him to gasp.
“No
way Cap, you can’t do that…you can’t put him in some foster care, not after all the shit that kid has gone
through.” Hutch protested. “He needs Starsk and I to see him through this, we promised to find his father and
get them two back together.” Hutch pled.
“I’m
afraid it’s out of my hands. He’s a minor and the courts have the final say, there’s nothing I can do.”
Dobey said solemnly. “You don’t expect him to stay here at the hospital with you two until you’re released
do you? We’re doing everything we can to locate his father, but we don’t even know if he’s still alive.”
Hutch
knew that his captain was right, after seeing what his partner had endured and what kind of people they were dealing with,
there was a very good chance that his father may already be gone.
“Well
I hope for the kid’s sake, that isn’t the case.” Hutch stated as he looked over at his stirring partner.
“You
an’ me both, you an’ me both. But until we find out for sure, someone has to take care of that boy, and CPS thinks
that foster care is the best way to go for now.”
Hutch
looked up at his Captain, “Can you just do me one favor Cap?”
“Sure,
what is it?” Dobey asked, his curiosity peeked.
“Try
an’ wake Starsky up, I know he’d wanna say goodbye.”
Dobey
approached his sleeping officer as he reached out a hand, placing it on his shoulder and shaking him gently. “Starsky,
come on Starsky, I need you to wake up for me.” The large black man gently coaxed the sleeping man.
Starsky
stirred, muttering something under his breath as Dobey shook him a little bit harder, “Come on son…we need to
talk.”
With
a shout and a jerk, Starsky woke up quickly, his eyes wide with fear, unsure of his surroundings as Dobey jumped back.
“Starsk,
its okay…” Hutch’s voice instantly causing his partner to relax, “It’s just us, you’re
okay buddy.”
Starsky
let out a sigh of relief as he let himself fall back against the pillow, blinking his eyes and swallowing hard.
“Starsk…we
need to talk about Billy.” Hutch said, his voice calm and soothing.
“Wh…what
about Billy, what happened?” Starsky asked, fighting against the drugs that coursed through his system, “S’he
okay? What happened Hutch?”
“He’s
fine, it’s just that…” Hutch’s voice trailed.
“CPS
came to me and want me to turn Billy over to them.” Dobey interjected seeing how the blond was struggling. “They’re
placing him in foster care until they can locate his father or family member.”
Starsky’s
eyes danced around the room, over at Hutch, who was avoiding the contact, and then back to Dobey.
“B…but
you can’t do that…he needs us…” Starsky protested, then looked at Hutch, “he needs us Hutch.”
he pled.
“I’m
afraid we don’t have a choice, they’ve made their decision,” Dobey continued, “They’ve reviewed
the case, and know that neither one of you are capable of taking care of him, and he sure in the hell can’t stay here
at the hospital while you two are recovering.”
“Don’t
let ‘em do this Blintz.” Starsky begged, ripping out a piece of the blonde’s heart with every word. Hutch
knew that Starsky would have trouble with it, but he also knew that Dobey was right. “He saved our lives.”
“I
know he did Buddy, but Cap’s right…this hospital ain’t no place for a kid his age. He needs a bed to sleep
in and three square meals a day…you know that as well as I do…” Hutch explained as he watched Starsky’s
face pale, knowing that the brunet realized that this was the only option for the time being. “I think we both need
to try and explain this to Billy, make it easier for him to accept.”
Starsky
nodded in agreement as he fought against the sickening feeling that was entering his soul, knowing what was right, but wanting
to do otherwise.
The
door to the room opened as Smithers and Billy entered. The young boy carried a tray of food, piled high. “I brought
you guys something too, the man said it would be okay, an’ I figured you two would be as hungry as I was.” He
spoke as he set the tray down on the empty chair, immediately noting the somber mood that blanketed the room.
He
looked at the three men in the room as all of them were looking at each other, “What is it?” he asked knowing
that what ever was coming would be bad news. “Is it my dad?” He swallowed hard.
“No…no…nothing
like that.” Hutch jumped in immediately.
“Listen
son…” Dobey started, putting his arm around the boy’s shoulder, just to have him twist away from the contact
and move towards Hutch, sitting next to him on the bed.
“What’s
wrong Hutch…what’s goin’ on here?” His eyes were wide with anticipation and wonder.
Hutch
looked over at Starsky and then back at Billy, putting his large hand on the boy’s arm, “I’m afraid that…that
the courts want to place you with a family…” He felt Billy’s body tense up. “It’s their job
to make sure you’re safe and well taken care of.”
“But…but
I’m fine, I wanna stay here with you two…I promise I’ll be good, and I wont be no trouble at all, I swear.”
Billy stammered, feeling the burn of tears that started to well up in his eyes, fighting to hold them back.
“Its
not that Billy,” Starsky spoke up, “it has nuthin’ to do with you bein’ good…this hospital is
no place for a kid…you need a bed to sleep in, and food on a table…not on a tray.” Starsky stated, struggling
to convince himself as well as the boy in front of him.
“But
then who’s gonna watch out for you guys?” Billy asked with a definitive tone of concern and desperation in his
voice.
“Us?”
Hutch asked, a smile crossing his lips, “We’ll be fine. Our Captain there will make sure of it.” The blond
dipped his head and looked at the boy sitting there, his big brown eyes searching his sky blue ones. “Trust me Billy,
if it were up to us, you’d stay here…but I think this is probably best…”
“An’
as soon as Hutch an’ I are up and around, we’re gonna come see you, and get you back with your Dad, just like
we promised.” Starsky interjected.
“You
guys really think he’s still alive?” Billy’s words cut through the two, “Cause I don’t…there’s
no sense in wastin’ your time lookin’ for my old man…even if you do find him, who knows what they did to
him…I’m not so sure I wanna know…” he stated looking over at Starsky. “I mean, no offense, but
look at you…I don’t wanna see my Pop go through all the crap you are goin’ through. He ws a strong man,
and a proud man…I just as soon remember him that way.” He said strongly as he stood and moved towards Smthers.
“So I guess that’s why your really here…to take me to a new family.”
Billy
grabbed a sandwich from the tray and a small carton of milk as he walked towards the uniformed man.
“Hey
kid…” Starsky called out causing Billy to turn back around and look at the brunet in the bed, “Hutch and
me ain’t givin’ up, we’re still gonna find your old man.” He assured the boy as he noted the lack
of emotion on Billy’s face.
“I
know you will…” Billy stated and then turned and pulled the door open, disappearing through it without so much
as a goodbye, Officer Smithers following close behind.
The
door closed and Starsky and Hutch exchanged painful glances, both of them feeling the need and the urge to go after the boy.
Starsky paced the back of his hand against his head, sighing heavily as the weight if the boys words and the drugs that still
ran through him, fought for control of his emotions. Hutch slapped his leg in frustration as he looked up at his Captain.
“So
tell me Cap, what have you guys turned up so far?” he asked hopefully, “Any leads on Andrews or Kiles?”
“Nothing
on them…but we found some paperwork in the office that may just be lead us to that boy’s father as well as some
other missing men.” Dobey explained peeking both of the detective’s curiosity. “It’s not definite
yet, but it’s a start.”
“Exactly
what is it?” Starsky spoke, closing his eyes as the sedatives tried to work their magic.
“Seems
that there is a paper trail leading to some of the men that were sold for slavery; some documentation, we don’t have
positive ID’s yet on the victims, only thing used were first names and initials. But there is some contact info on the
sheets and we got the guys in R & I checking out each one. We’ve got a couple of Kiles men that are singing like
birds, against that man. When we find that bastard, we should have an airtight case against him.” The rotund man spoke
wearily.
The
three of them sat there in silence, each one pondering and struggling with their own thoughts and demons as all of their concentration
eventually returning to little Billy. This was the hardest part of the job, personal involvement. Minutes passed that seemed
like hours, Starsky had dozed back off ever so briefly before an intruder burst into their room, shouting and ranting, making
it very difficult to understand her.
“Captain
Dobey,” she said, breathing hard, “I’m sorry, Captain Dobey.” The large black man rushed to her side
as Hutch turned to look at her and Starsky was once again roused.
“What
is it?” Dobey asked, his face contorted in concern.
Both
Starsky and Hutch’s heart leapt into their throats as they heard he spew her next words.
“Someone…someone
attacked your officer…in the parking garage…they knocked him out…he’s…he’s in the emergency
room…” she ranted.
“Billy...!”
Hutch shouted.
“M’sorry…they
took the boy with them…one of the other nurses saw the whole thing…they took that boy that was in here, they grabbed
him…” She finished as the three of them exchanged worried glances.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Hutch
was already climbing out of his bed as he looked over at Starsky who was doing the same.
“Just
where in the heck do you think you’re going?” Hutch asked the brunet.
“Same
place you’re goin’, after the kid.” Starsky answered, sitting up and then closing his eyes quickly as the
room started to spin.
“You’re
not going no where, you’re in no condition.” Hutch protested as Starsky looked up at him through his brow, a crooked
smile washing over his face.
“And
your fit as a fiddle right?” Starsky asked as Hutch winced in pain as he walked to the closet to retrieve his clothing
that the nursing staff had placed there. “We go together Hutch, Me and Thee ‘member?”
Their
argument was cut off by the shrill ringing of the phone as Starsky reached for it, picking it up before it had a chance to
ring a second time, speaking directly into the mouth piece.
“Starsky.”
he answered as his gaze looked up at Hutch, who was already looking at him.
“Billy?
Where are you son? Are you okay?” Starsky started firing off the questions while Hutch made his way across the room,
standing next to the brunet as Starsky tilted the receiver out for both of them to share.
‘I’m…m sorry, I didn’t mean to get caught…we didn’t
see them…” Billy’s shaking voice
broke both of the men’s heart to skip a beat. ‘Please don’t be mad
at me…”
“It’s
okay Billy, we’re not mad, neither of us are…are you okay?” Starsky asked.
‘M’fine…but…but m’ scared…they said they’re
gonna hurt me or my Pop unless you two come…alone.”
Starsky
raised his dark lashes, his eyes connecting with Hutch’s, “Where are you kid?”
“I don’t know…”
Both
detectives heard a commotion and a few gasps from the young man before another voice spoke into the phone.
“Listen here, an’ listen good Jew boy!” The deep ominous voice growled. “I’m
gonna give you and your partner one more chance to save this fucking kid’s life! You hear me?”
“We’re
listenin’” Starsky struggled to control his emotions as he listened to their demands.
“We want both of you…alone…to meet us in San Diego, at the California/Mexico boarder. Right at the last exit before the check point
there is a rest area, pull in there and wait, we will contact you.”
“That’s
over a 2 hour drive from here,” Starsky tried to keep the man talking, trying to talk him out of waiting for the exchange,
“Why don’t we just make the trade now, me for the kid.” Starsky offered, earning him a stern glare from
his partner in protest.
“No! This is not a negotiation…you hear me? Now you and that fucking
Jew lovin’ blond partner of yours had better head downstairs, there is a cab waiting for you…his fare has already
been paid and he’s been instructed to drive you to San Diego, but that is all he knows. There will be other vehicles
watching you two, an’ if they even suspect a tail, we throw the kid outta the car right onto the freeway! You got that
asshole?”
“Yeah,
I hear ya’” Starsky sighed heavily, his heart beginning to race as his mind was flooded with memories of the past
few days and the pain and torture he was forced to endure.
Hutch
noticed as his friend’s hand stated to shake, taking the phone from Starsky’s grasp, he spoke slowly and clearly
into the mouth piece.
“We’ll
be there, but let me tell you something…you and your friends had better not touch a hair on that kid’s head, or
you all will be answering to me! You got that?” Hutch attempted to sound threatening as he received a roar of laughter
from the other end of the line and then it went dead.
Both
Starsky and Hutch looked at one another, the look of fear and worry evident on both of their faces. Hutch held his blood stained
clothes in his hands as Starsky looked at them and then at his attire.
“What
about me, where’re my clothes?” Starsky asked as he swallowed hard, trying to control the pain and the medications
that were surging through his veins.
“I
don’t know that they saved them Buddy.” Hutch answered as he looked over at Dobey who was standing there in amazement.
The
large man didn’t have a chance to speak one word before both detectives laid into him.
“Cap,
m’gonna need some clothes.” Starsky spewed as Hutch interjected.
“We
need to get outta here right now Cap…think you can help us out?” Hutch asked as the look of confusion washed over
the black man’s face.
“Just
what in the Sam hell is going on here?” Dobey asked in a state of shock with all the commotion that was occurring in
the room that he expected to be quiet and peaceful.
“Cap,
they got Billy…they wanna make a trade…the kid for us.” Hutch explained as he set the clothes on his bed,
grabbing his jeans. Leaning against the bed, he bent over and pulled on one leg at a time, using his right arm, wincing every
time he moved the wrong way.
“Excuse
me…” Starsky butted in as both men looked at him, his hands waving the entire length of his body, “Can I
get some help here…? I need some clothes.”
“I
can’t let you two go out on your own.” Dobey protested.
“Yeah,
well it doesn’t look like you got much of a choice Cap, unless of course, you want a dead kid on your hands.”
Hutch protested as he sucked air in through his teeth, fighting through the pain as he removed his hospital gown.
“Clothes
please!” Starsky pled, sitting against his own bed, still feeling too woozy to move about comfortably.
Dobey
looked at the brunet, sighing heavily as he made his way to the door, opening it and rushing out. Hutch looked back at Starsky
as he fought to put back on his blood stained shirt.
“You
feelin’ up to this partner?” Hutch asked, watching Starsky’s head roll slightly.
“Do
I look like I’m feeling up to this?” he mumbled, staring down at his lap, “we ain’t got much of a
choice, just like you told Dobey…” The brunet raised his head to lock reassuring eyes with his best friend, “They’ll
kill him if we both don’t come…he saved our asses Hutch, we owe him.”
“That
we do.” Hutch agreed as he pulled his jacket over his arms. “But m’worried about you, you went through a
lot of shit there Starsk, and I need to know if you’ll be able to put it behind you for now.”
“Well
I’ll tell you what…when I figure that out, you’ll be the first to know.” Starsky stated solemnly.
It
wasn’t long before Dobey returned, carrying some clothing folded over his arm, he approached the brunet’s bed,
setting the white t-shirt and denims next to him.
“Got
these from the lost and found, unclaimed items, they launder them here in site and then donate them to the Salvation Army.
I convinced them that you are a worthy cause.” Dobey explained to the two. “I would be remiss in my duties if
I did not advise the two of you against this action you are about to take, but I also know that my advice would be ignored,
so for whatever its worth, I object.”
“Dually
noted Cap.” Starsky sighed as he himself, struggled to get dressed in the borrowed clothes.
Starsky
looked up at Hutch who was still trying to rearrange his clothing and his harnessed arm to a somewhat comfortable position,
“You ready Blintz?” the brunet asked.
“As
ready as I’ll ever be.” Hutch answered, looking up at Dobey who had retrieved two weapons from under his jacket.
“You’ll
be needing these.” The black man offered as he held out his hand, a gun each of them, one that Hutch would be comfortable
with and one that the brunet was accustomed to.
Each
detective took their weapons and placed them in the back of their waistbands, pulling their shirts down over the top to cover
them. The tall blond eyed his swaying partner.
“You
sure you’re up to this Gordo?” Hutch asked, his face masked with deep and genuine concern as he stepped closer
to him.
“We
don’t have much of a choice, do we?” Starsky answered as he stopped and braced himself against the foot of the
bed briefly.
Hutch
was in about as good of shape as Starsky was, the medications from his surgery almost out of his system completely, at least
to the point where he could function reasonably well. His should screamed in pain and hot searing agony, but he wasn’t
about to take any type of pain medications now, not when he and his partner were about to enter a world of danger and unknown.
They were both going to have to be alert as possible, and try their best to watch each others backs. Hutch knew that it may
be left more up to him, then his brunet partner. He knew that mentally and physically, this would be pushing his friend to
his limits and then some.
“M’
gonna have three unmarked vehicles following you two.” Dobey began to explain, but found himself quickly cut off by
Hutch’s sharp tone.
“That’s
outta the question cap. They’ve got their own guys following us, and if they even suspect that we’re being tailed,
they’re gonna toss Billy out on the freeway, and they’re not gonna bother to slow down.” Hutch explained,
his pleading eyes locked on his Captains, begging for understanding. “You put tails on us, and you’re signing
that kids’ death warrant…don’t you see that Cap?”
Dobey
pretended to weigh his options, knowing that he really had none. Sighing heavily, he handed a walkie-talkie to Hutch and then
headed for the door. “At least take this with you.” He advised as he left the room and headed downstairs to make
sure that no one followed the two men.
Hutch
looked back at his suffering friend, “Listen Starsk, if anything heavy goes down out there, I want you to hit the deck
and stay there, you hear me?”
“What,
now you think you’re my mother?” Starsky joked, trying to fake his best half smile, but failing miserably. “Okay,
okay I hear ya…” the brunet finally conceded as he pushed away from the hospital bed and stood straight up, pausing
briefly as the room came to a stop, and then taking his first step towards the door, feeling Hutch’s large hand on the
small of his back for support.
Both
detectives did away with the customary wheelchair dismissal that was protocol in hospitals as they made their way to the elevators
and down to the lobby. Outside, right in front, waiting in the patient pick up and drop off drive thru area was a yellow cab.
Both Starsky and Hutch looked both directions, scanning the area, their senses on heightened alert as they walked towards
the cab. Hutch reached out and opened the back door, holding it open as Starsky slowly climbed in, grunting and inhaling sharply
in discomfort with even the slightest of movements. Hutch tried to mask his own discomfort as he joined his partner in the
back seat, sliding in beside him, without a word spoken the cab driver pulled away from the curb and made his way through
the crowded streets of Bay City and onto Interstate 5, headed south towards San Diego.
The
middle-aged man behind the wheel attempted to make small talk as they made their way south,
“It’s
a nice day dontcha think?” The man asked, Hutch noting his thick Midwest accent.
“Just
perfect…” Hutch noted as he watched his partner grimace as the taxi swerved into the lane next to them, the driver
over correcting by pulling the wheel and swerving back. “Couldya take it easy?” the blond asked with a tone of
irritation in his voice.
“Sorry
Buddy…didn’t mean to do that you know?” The cabbie snapped back, locking eyes with Hutch through his rear
view mirror. “So what takes you to San Diego, business
or pleasure?” he nervously continued to try and make conversation.
“Business.”
Starsky grunted, dismissing the man abruptly.
About
2 hours and 20 minutes into the drive, the cab slowed down, merging to the right side and taking the exit for another freeway,
the 8 headed east. Confused, both detectives looked at each other, knowing that they were instructed to head to the San Diego/Mexico
border and the direction they had just taken was away from that location. Hutch leaned forward, speaking over the seat.
“Um
excuse me, but I think you took the wrong turn.” He explained to the driver, concern washing over his face.
The
man lifted his clipboard off the front seat, checking it before speaking to him. Turning his head to the side, he spoke to
his passenger in the back, “No, I don’t think so, dispatch has instructed me to drop you two off at Mission Beach, that’s
exactly where I’m headed.”
Starsky
poked his head out the window, looking at the large green freeway sign that clearly read: BEACHES
“Well,
he’s gotta point there, that’s where we’re headed alright.” He whispered to his partner, both detectives
sat back, not comfortable with the uneasy feeling trying hard to bore its way inside both men by the sudden change of plans.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The
cab pulled down a small dead end road, a concrete barricade separated the car from a crowded sandy beach. The amount of people
and traffic worried the two detectives more then anything else. If something were to go down here and they were forced to
use their weapons, there was too much of a chance that innocent people would get hurt or even killed.
The
cabbie looked over his shoulder at the two, speaking out of the corner of his mouth, “Well, here you go, I hope you
two enjoy your visit here to San Diego, it really is a beautiful city.”
Starsky
and Hutch looked at each other in confusion, Hutch finally being the first to speak up, “I thought you were taking us
to the border.” He questioned.
The
gray haired man picked up his clip board reading of his directions, “Pick up-Memorial Hospital Bay
City…Drop off-South Mission Beach, San Diego.
Nope, this is it alright…now if you don’t mind, I gotta long drive back home. Enjoy your time here, lots of fun
in the sun if you catch my drift?” He winked as Hutch reached for the door handle, looking over at his partner and then
back at the driver.
The
tall blond opened his door as Starsky did the same on his side, both men climbing out, Starsky taking more time and holding
his breath frequently as his mind struggled to fight against his discomfort just to get through the next step. They both closed
their door in complete unison as they looked at each other over the hood of the cab as it pulled away, leaving the two standing
there dumbfounded.
They
closed the space that separated them as they both scanned their surroundings. The boardwalk of the beach was bustling with
young fit bodies, bikini and Speedo clad women and men, roller skating and riding bikes, some couples just walking hand in
hand under the bright warm golden sun. Off to their right there was a small amusement type park with an old wooden roller
coaster, the air was filled with the sound of the cars speeding over the noisy tracks, children and adults alike screaming
with joy. Towards their left was a row of stores that sold everything from surf boards to bathing suits. Behind them was the
beach, the powerful waves cresting and crashing down, just to slowly make its way to shore disappointingly, and then ebb back
to the vast ocean it came from. They saw families and teens frolicking in the sand and wading in the water and playing games
of Frisbee all along the shore line.
Looking
back towards the road they had come from they saw a long stretch limo, ominously making its way through the intersection and
onto the dead end road, coming towards them.
They
watched the car come closer; Starsky’s heart began to race. His body screamed in protest with each and every movement.
He felt the sweat bead up on his forehead as he experienced something he rarely felt before, fear.
Just
the thought of being back in their clutches caused the brunet to tremble, Hutch watched Starsky’s reaction as he worried
about his partner’s ability to function under such duress.
The
long vehicle made its way down the short and narrow road, pulling straight towards them before veering off and turning to
the side, exposing the passenger door to the officers and continuing to pull forward until the door to the rear of the car
was at their reach.
Hutch
backed up one step, touching Starsky’s arm and encouraging him back as well. The blond could feel Starsky’s body
shaking as he tightened his grip, more for moral support then direction.
The
door opened slowly and all the detectives saw was a pale hand as it pushed it open further, then nothing. Hutch cautiously
bent over, looking inside seeing Billy kneeling on the floor board, his hands tied behind his back, his mouth gagged tight,
covered with duct tape, his eyes wide with fear and red from crying. The tall blond slowly closed his eyes, his pale lashes
hiding the sadness he felt for Billy’s circumstance, no should that age should have had to endure even half the trials
and tribulations that this boy faced head on. He saw a hand appear to Billy’s left, holing a pistol and pressing it
roughly against the childs’ temple and pulling back the hammer.
“Get
in!” The faceless man spoke as Billy’s eyes locked with Hutch’s pleading for help and then shaking his head
no.
Hutch
knew immediately that Billy did not want Starsky or Hutch to get into the car; it was as if he had accepted his fate, but
did not want the officers’ blood on his hands. He shook his head no again as several tears broke free, traveling down
Billy’s bruised cheek.
“I
wont ask you again Jew lover! Get in the fucking car!” The man spoke as Hutch registered the voice and recognized it
as Kiles.
The
blond again scanned their surroundings, knowing that any type of struggle here would probably lead to the end of Billy’s
life and probably bystanders that were simply there enjoying the beautiful sunshine that San Diego had to offer, all none
the wiser that just a few feet away from there a volatile situation was unfolding.
Hutch
stood up and looked at his partner, “Think you’re ready for this Gordo?” he asked with deep concern.
“As
okay as ready as I’ll ever be…” Starsky mumbled quietly as Hutch put his hand on the small of his friends
back and guided him into the limousine.
As
they climbed in the black leather upholstered interior, Starsky’s eyes quickly spotting Kiles as he attempted to sit
on the opposite bench seat, just to have his collar grabbed and found himself roughly jerked to the seat next to Kiles. Starsky
let out an unintentional shout of pain as he landed heavily on the bench next to the red head, earning a chuckle from Kiles.
“Miss
me motherfucker?” Kiles hissed in Starsky’s ear.
Andrews
smiled approvingly as Hutch climbed in, hands up in front of him and was instructed to sit next to Andrews, the blond complied
immediately.
Kiles
kept the weapon at Billy’s head as he shoved Starsky over across the seat and onto his side, patting him down roughly,
checking for either wires or weapons. The brunet grunted several times when the man’s strong hands hit him in just his
already bruised areas. It didn’t take long before Kiles ripped the weapon from the back part of the of his waistband,
the metal from the weapon scratching his back painfully.
Andrews
then did the same to Hutch, knowing that if one was carrying the other would be. Hutch tensed up and grimaced in extreme pain
as Andrews hand came in contact with his bandaged shoulder, feeling the incision tear slightly as a warm fluid seeped from
it. He quickly found the tall blonde’s gun and confiscated it, handing it over to Kiles.
Andrews
instructed Hutch to reach over and close the door, which he obeyed, sucking in air and holding his breath while his own body
also protested certain movements, as the driver pulled away from Mission
Beach, headed to a destination unknown. Hutch watched Starsky’s
face pale and he wasn’t sure if it was due to his injuries or his fear that was creeping back into his soul.
The
limo slowly pulled away from the boardwalk and headed back towards the freeway, slowly making its way through the heavy traffic
and back to Interstate 5, once again headed south. Inside the car, the five people sat in silence as Hutch watched his partner
and then looked at Billy who was still kneeling on the floor board, his hands behind him. Every time the car took a turn Billy
would tip over landing on his shoulder or face, just to be roughly yanked upright again by either Kiles or Andrews, whoever
got to him first. Both men appeared to enjoy the boy’s futile attempts to stay upright, enjoying his defeat in more
ways then one.
Hutch
caved first, “Can’t you just untie him and let him sit normally?” he begged his captors. “He’s
not a danger to anyone, just let him be?”
Both
Andrews and Kiles let out a roar of laughter as Kiles kicked his foot out, intentionally knocking Billy violently over, the
boy’s head hitting the door with a thud.
Hutch
noted Starsky’s silent behavior, noting that under normal circumstances, he would be the one coming unglued by the treatment
of this child, but the brunet sat there quietly, and just watched, completely expression list, only adding to the blonde’s
concern for his partner.
Kiles
reached down and grabbed Billy’s collar, jerking him back up on his knees. Reaching over with his left hand he brutally
ripped off the tape along with any peach fuzz or facial hair and a little bit of skin from his lip with it. The young brunet
boy bit his lip to keep from crying out, allowing his tongue to explore the areas that were now raw and bleeding.
Hutch
closed his eyes his stomach wrenching in anger and turmoil as he felt nauseous, watching the behavior they were subject this
mere child to. He knew that if he said more, Billy would probably be the one
to pay the price, so he fought against his urge to scream out, swallowing his furor.
“M’okay
Hutch…really…” Billy spoke as he locked eyes the tall blond. “Don’t get ‘im any madder
at me…”
Kiles
laughed heartily as he slapped Starsky on the back, taking his gun and pressing it cruelly into his cheek. Hutch’s body
tensed up as his brow furrowed as he fixed his gaze on the red-haired man as Kiles expression grew angry and curt.
“You
‘member all the fucking fun we had together Jew boy?” he hissed, his hot breath radiating across Starsky’s
cheek, “Did you tell your white friend about all the good times?”
Starsky
swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he fought to control the shudders. He looked down at his lap remembering how he was
not allowed to make eye contact with them.
“Well
didya?” Kiles repeated.
“N-n-no…”
Starsky gasped trying to stop his shaky voice.
“No
what, you son of a bitch?” Kiles spat angrily, the spray from saliva raining across Starskys face causing him to blink
to protect his eyes.
“No
S-s-sir.” He stammered, closing his eyes feeling ashamed and defeated.
The
brunet detectives mind rushed back to their conditioning sessions, feeling the pain and anguish all over again as he felt
his emotions on the verge of erupting.
“Did
you tell your friend about pissin’ all over yourself?” Kiles laughed as he looked to see Hutch’s expression.
“Did you? Or were you too fucking ashamed of your weakness?”
“Leave
it alone Kiles…save it for camp.” Andrews instructed as Kiles let out one final laugh and then removed the gun
from the brunet’s cheek, again slapping him on the back.
Hutch
sighed heavily as he sat back, showing his captor’s that he did not intend to start any trouble. He looked back over
at Starsky who was staring at him intently, expressing volumes to the blond with just one gaze and without speaking a word.
Hutch knew immediately that no matter what happened, if it came right down to it and Hutch needed Starsky’s help, Starsky
would be more then capable of holding his own. Whatever turmoil and anguish was going on inside the brunet’s head, he
would put aside and be there to have his partner’s back. A rush of relief washed over Hutch as he tried to look out
the window to get his bearings on where they were actually headed to.
They
continued in a southerly direction as they passed some factories and other large buildings. From best as he could tell they
were still on the same freeway and headed to the border. Billy cleared his throat, earning him a glance from both Starsky
and Hutch as he looked at them nervously. Andrews and Kiles made small talk about leaving the country after they had done
away with at least two of their three captives. The still planned on keeping Billy to ensure his fathers behavior, and just
for the fun of watching the insignificant Jew squirm. Billy wiggled around on the floor again, balancing from knee to knee
uncomfortably.
“Excuse
me…” His voice was soft and respectful as he asked for attention.
Andrews
leaned in, “Whatta you want kid?” he asked meanicingly.
“I
need to take a piss.” The boy answered, his eyes staying focused on the floorboard of the car, avoiding eye contact
with the men subserviently.
Both
Starsky and Hutch looked at each other, hoping that if they stopped they would get the break they needed to make a move.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“You
can pee y’rself just like your friend here for all I care.” Kiles said angrily as he flipped his head towards
Starsky.
“Please,
I really need to go bad, I don’t think I can hold it.” Billy pled.
Andrews
and Kiles looked at each other and then back at the boy as Andrews picked up a phone that was a way to communicate with the
driver. “Find a place that is outta the way so the kid can shake his snake.” Andrews spoke into the phone, and
then hung it back up quickly as he looked at Kiles. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t wanna make the
rest of this trip with piss all over the place.” Andrews explained as Kiles shook his head in agreement.
“Can
you take these off?” He asked, lifting his arms up as far as he could behind him.
Kiles
leaned forward as he used a small silver key, unlocked the cuffs that bound Billy’s wrists.
Billy brought both of his hands in front of him, rubbing his wrists gingerly trying
to stimulate circulation. The limo pulled off the highway and onto a desolate side road as it continued on its winding journey.
Billy had taken to sitting on the floor board of the car as it traveled over pot holed roads and dusty trails. Hutch looked
out the window, noting how far they were traveling from any civilization as he began to get antsy. He wasn’t sure if
they were actually pulling off for Billy to relieve himself or if they were planning on making this Starsky and Hutch’s
last stop. He felt his heart rate begin to increase as they continued over rough terrain.
Looking
up, his sky blue eyes locked with Starsky’s cobalt blue orbs, letting him no that it was probably now or never. They
needed to look for an opening and make their move. He saw a sense of understanding and acceptance in his unusually quiet partner,
and for that he was thankful.
The
car pulled off any type of road and onto flat dirt grounds. Hutch looked back and saw the road growing smaller and smaller
in the distance the farther they got away from it. He noted how isolated the area was as the car slowly came to a halt. Hutch
heard the front door opening and closing, and within seconds the back door opened as Kiles wasted no time in grabbing Billy
and throwing him out of the car roughly, climbing out after him and then pointing his pistol back in the car at Starsky.
“Get
out! I’m bored.” He commanded as he attempted to drive fear into the traumatized detective.
Starsky
glanced at Hutch nervously, swallowing hard and then back at the gun pointed at him.
“I
wouldn’t make him wait if I were you…” Andrews advised as a broad smile washed over his face, and he drew
his own weapon out, pointing it at the blond.
Hutch’s
stomach leapt to his throat as he had to fight to control his urge to dive on top of Starsky, protecting him from Kiles bullet.
Starsky
slowly moved towards the door as Kiles backed up, using both his hands and bracing them against the frame of the door to pull
himself up. He groaned and gasped as he struggled with the movements, every muscle screaming at him in protest.
The
other door open and a weapon was pointed in, aimed right at the tall blond detective as Andrews’ spoke clearly. “Your
turn…get out!” The ex-police officer shouted sternly as Hutch cautiously made his way out of the vehicle himself.
Hutch, Andrews and the driver stood on the right side of the car as he looked over the hood of the stretch limo and saw Kiles,
Starsky and Billy.
Kiles
shoved Starsky sending him flying forward, causing him to trip and land on the ground on all fours. He panted heavily as he
rode the wave of hot burning pain that tore through his entire body.
“Stay
the fuck down on all fours like the fucking animal you are!” Kiles growled, pursing his lips together.
Hutch
noticed Starsky’s tentative actions as he did as he was told, obediently and with a sense of fear of repercussions.
Andrews made a gesture at Hutch, instructing him to move around the car, to the other side with the other trio. The six people
grouped together, but no close enough for contact. Andrews and Kiles made sure that their weapons remained raised and aimed
at their captives, and that they remained far enough away to prevent any kind of an attack. Starsky’s back heaved up
and down as the pain slowly subsided.
Without
warning, Andrews walked up and drew back his leg, letting it fly forward, connecting with Starsky’s side, sending the
detective reeling to the ground gasping for air.
Hutch
took one step towards his partner and was met with the barrel of a weapon aimed right as his forehead. “Do it…I’d
like nothing better then to splatter your fucking brains all over your partner!” Kiles warned.
Billy’s
eyes were wide with fear as his mind raced, trying to figure out someway to stop this abuse. He turned, taking a quick stance
and then bolted away, sprinting for his life, running as far away and as fast as possible as Kiles shouted after him.
“You
little piece of shit! Get the fuck back here!” He shouted as Billy ignored him and continued to run, feeling the wind
against his face, his body tensed, halfway expecting to feel the hot burning metal of a bullet entering his back, but if it
gave Starsky and Hutch the split second they needed to make a move, then his death would be worth it.
“We
still have your old man, and believe me, I’ll kill him if you don’t stop and get your ass back here!” Kiles
shouted again as Andrews looked at him in disgust.
“You
gonna sit there and shout at the kid, or are you gonna go after him you idiot!” Andrews chastised the man as he sighed
and then took off on foot after the teen.
Kiles
kicked at the ground is frustration as he took off after the boy, Hutch exchanging his worried glances between his injured
partner on the ground and the boy that was running through the isolated sandy grounds as a known killer chased after him.
The tall blond took his chances, shouting out at the top of his lungs, preparing Starsky and letting him know it was now or
never.
“Starsky!!!!!” He screamed as he shoved Andrews towards Starsky who was still on the ground as he prepared himself
for the initial contact, turning over and ready to receive Andrews stumbling body. Starsky grabbed Andrews ankle, and mustering
all the strength he could, he lifted his ankle higher, knocking the blond officer off balance while swinging his leg around
and wrapping it around his calves, squeezing his legs together, bringing the man slamming to the ground.
With
his runner trained strides, Hutch took off like a gazelle over the uneven ground, quickly closing the gap between him and
Kiles.
Starsky
continued to struggle with Andrews on the ground as the limo driver looked on in horror. He lifted his weapon, taking aim
at the brunet detectives back, closing one eye and with a trembling hand, he slowly squeezed the trigger.
Just
as the shot was fired, Starsky grabbed Andrews by the torso, twisting him around, landing himself on his back against the
ground while Andrews wound up on top of the injured man. The bullet that the driver had fired penetrated Andrews’ chest,
apparently right through the heart, stopping it instantaneously as Andrews’ eyes grew wide, and remained that way as
the life that once flowed through his veins ceased. While still holding Andrews over him, using him as a human shield, Starsky
grabbed the gun out of the blond cops hand and returned fired with far more accuracy, hitting the driver right between the
eyes, dropping him immediately.
It
took every ounce of Starsky’s strength top push Andrews’ lifeless body off of him, the brunet rolled over, getting
his knees underneath him as he struggle to get to his feet, worried about his partner’s well-being. He fought to focus
in the bright sun-light as he saw Hutch take a flying leap at Kiles, hitting him hard against the back and taking him to the
ground. Panting hard and gasping for more air, Starsky headed towards them, knowing that with Hutch’s shoulder, he would
be no match against Kiles, and wouldn’t be able to hold him off for long. Starsky stumbled towards them, seeing Hutch
over the man, delivering several rapid blows to the man pinned beneath them.
“Hey!”
Starsky shouted out, lifting the gun he had in his hand and pointing it towards the two. “Let ‘im go Hutch, I
got him covered!” he said confidently after taking note that the gun Kiles had, had been knocked free, away from Kiles’
reach.
Breathing
hard, Hutch looked over his shoulder relieved beyond words to see that his partner had survived. He had heard the gunshots
and thought the worst, that maybe it was Starsky’s life that had come to an end, adding to his strength and fury as
he pummeled Kiles.
Hutch
rolled off Kiles and to the side as Starsky was worried to seee the blood seeping through Hutch’s bandages on his shoulder,
knowing that he had probably ripped most, in not all the stitches from his wound.
“Move
away from him Hutch.” Starsky directed his partner with an eerie sound to his voice.
Hutch
backed up slowly, his right arm coming up to press against his bleeding left shoulder trying to stem the flow, wincing in
pain at the touch. Starsky stepped towards Kiles as the man laid on his back, his eyes growing wide with fear as the man he
had tortured approached him, his weapon raised, his hand trembling. Starsky’s eyes were dark with anger and a deep seated
pain that Hutch couldn’t begin to understand.
“Starsk.”
Hutch said calmly, just wanting to break this trance like state that hispartner seemed to be in.
The
brunet ignored him as he took another step towards the cowering red head. “You really enjoyed your job, didn’tcha?
Stealing and torturing human beings, making them suffer and humiliating them beyond any stretch of the imagination. Made you
feel like a real big man didn’t it?”
Starsky
spoke softly, his voice no longer trembling, “You still like a big man asshole?” he asked as he pulled back the
hammer on the gun.
“Starsk…don’t
do this…” Hutch pled, trying to get his partner to listen to him, trying to pull him out of the trance like state,
hoping that Hutch’s voice alone would trigger something in the brunet.
“Stay
out of this Hutch…you have no idea what this piece of shit did to me, or what he put me and others like me through.
He deserves whatever he gets!” Starsky said menacingly.
“Y-y-you
can’t do this,” Kiles stammered, “you’re a fucking cop…you can’t shot me in cold blood.”
He protested.
“What
‘bout what you did to all those men…in cold blood,” Starsky took another step towards Kiles as Hutch’s
panic rose tremendously.
“Starsky,”
Hutch stood and headed towards him with his hand out, “gimme the gun Buddy…”
Starsky
closed his eyes tightly as if fighting with his inner self, “Hutch, just stay back, I mean it….just stay outta
this!” Starsky said with such conviction that it worried the blond detective.
“Where’s
the kid’s father?” Starsky asked a frightened Kiles.
“I
don’t know.” He answered, nearly breaking into full on sobbing.
“Don’t
give me that bullshit! Where’s his fucking old man?” Starsky demanded as his hand shook even more violently, scaring
both Kiles and Hutch. “You better fucking answer me if you want any chance of saving yourself from an eternity in hell!”
“He’s
at a camp, just across the border, in Rosarita. T-t-there’s a camp on the south side of town, we were headed there ourselves
after dumpin’ your bodies out her in Otay Mesa. I swear, Andrews put me up to all of this, I didn’t want to do
nothing, but he made me, just like he made you guys…see, it wasn’t me.” Kiles squealed.
“Shut
the fuck up!” Starsky shouted, his face flushing in anger, “I sure hope you don’t think that’s gonna
stop me from plugging your ass!” He threatened coming even closer as Hutch’s face paled in fear.
Hutch
looked to the sky, squinting to try and shade his sensitive eyes to the bright sunlight as he heard the rumbling noise that
he recognized as a police helicopter heading in their direction.
“Don’t
Starsk…”
BLAM!!!!
The
shot rang out, echoing though the air as Hutch jumped in shock, seeing the blood spread across Kiles chest as Starsky dropped
the gun, kicking up a cloud of dust as it hit.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Hutch
looked at Starsky stunned and shocked; it took him a moment to realize that the shot didn’t come from his direction,
but from the side of him. The tall blond looked over, seeing Billy standing there, gun in his hand, a blank expression on
his face.
Starsky
slowly turned his head, looking at the young boy too, allowing what just happened to register in his mind.
“Billy…:
Hutch gasped as he slowly approached the boy, noting his blank stare on the child’s face as if he had no idea of the
gravity of what he had just done. “G-g-gimme the gun Billy.” Hutch asked, holding his hand out in front of him.
Billy
looked at the tall blond, blinking once, turning the gun around in his hand and handing it butt first to the detective.
Starsky’s
knelt besides Kiles, checking his neck for a pulse and finding none. He looked up at Hutch shaking his head, indicating to
his partner that the man was dead.
Hutch
knelt down next to Billy, looking up briefly at the helicopter that was coming closer; he knew that somehow Dobey would find
a way to track them.
“Billy,
why’d you shoot him?” Hutch asked sympathetically, his hand on the small of the boys back.
Billy
continued to look at the man on the ground, the blood smeared on his chest, and spoke eerily unemotionally, “Someone
had to do it…” he said in a monotone voice and as simply as a matter of fact more then anything else. “I
didn’t want him to havta.” He tipped his head at Starsky who was looking at both of them.
Hutch
turned and locked eyes with Starsky, their pleading expressions with each other speaking volumes. They realized two things
at that moment, first, that what both of them had admired as being a maturity beyond years of this troubled teen, was in actuality
a sense of duty and even possibly a motive that this child had from the beginning. Second, what just transpired here, before
their eyes, if the information fell into the wrong hands, and if even the police found out that this child shot and killed
this vile man in cold blood, his life would be ruined. If Kiles’ followers ever were freed or found out that this child
killed one of their leaders, there was a chance that they may retaliate against him, or his father who was still far from
being safe.
Hutch
looked back at the boy, worried and amazed at the same time. It wasn’t natural for a child this age to take another
human life so unemotionally, feeling no remorse, but more of a solemn duty to see to it that this man never hurt anyone ever
again. The tall blond was torn between duty and loyalty, to save this child from the cold reality that would soon beseech
him, the police, psychiatrists, social workers, counselors, all questioning him, wanting to delve deep into the boy’s
psyche.
“Gimme
the gun.” Starsky spoke, determination in his voice as he held out his left hand, palm up.
“What
?” Hutch asked, turning back towards the brunet.
“Hutch,
just gimme the gun,” Starsky repeated himself with a slight flip of his fingers, asking that his request be granted.
Hutch
handed the stunned brunet the weapon he had taken from Billy, as he looked back up at the helicopter that was preparing to
land off in the distance. He heard the nearing sounds of sirens as they wailed in the heavy air. Starsky quickly wiped the
gun clean with the tail of his shirt and then grasped it tightly in his hand firmly; he pointed it and fired one round into
the ground. Hutch knew immediately what he had done; he had just destroyed evidence and could loose his badge for that one
action.
“Starsky,
what in the hell do you think you’re doin’?” Hutch asked his partner, his brow furrowing.
“He
saved our lives Hutch…” Starsky spoke without even looking at the blond, “we owe him one, an’ you
know it.” He stated with absolute conviction and Hutch knew that there was no way that he would talk his friend out
of this, and besides, what was done, was done.
Starsky
knelt down next to Billy taking him by both shoulders and pulling him in closely, looking him intently in the eyes. “Listen
here Billy and listen good…in a few minutes the cops are gonna be all over this place, and they’re gonna ask you
a bunch of questions and I need you to do me a big favor, you understand me?”
Billy
nodded nervously as Hutch shook his head and Starsky continued, “They’re gonna ask you what happened here and
I want you to tell them that I was the one that shot Kiles…” The brunet jerked Billy closer, “Do you understand
me? You haveta tell them that it was me that killed him.”
“B-b-but
why? I don’t understand, I didn’t do anything wrong.” Billy stammered as he stared into Starsky’s
dark and tired eyes.
Hutch
chimed in, backing his partner up as usual, “We know you didn’t do anything wrong Billy, but they’ll take
it easier on Starsky then they will on you…it’s real important you do what Starsky says…can you do that
for us?” Hutch asked.
“Well
sure I can…if you two say so…I trust you two, so if you want me to lie to the cops I will, but I don’t have
any problem telling them the truth neither.” Billy added.
“I
know you don’t Billy, but trust us, its best if you just do things our way.” Starsky explained as the young man
nodded in agreement. “So this is how it went down…they told us to get outta the car…and you took off…when
you heard the shots you came back to see if we were okay…by the time you got back, he was dead…you didn’t
see anything, you don’t know how it happened. Let Hutch an’ I handle the rest, you got me?”
“Yes
Sir.” Billy responded, earning a smile from both Starsky and Hutch, that was going to be a difficult habit for the boy
to break.
The
pure exhaustion and adrenalin finally took its toll on Starsky as he fell back, landing hard on his butt, putting out both
of his hands against the ground to support him as his surroundings spun wildly.
“Whoa,
you okay there buddy, come on hang in there,” Hutch immediately noted Starskys condition and rushed to his side, easing
him down to the ground, laying him on his back. “Just lay back for a sec, it’ll pass.” The blond turned
towards the boy, “Billy get me something to put under his head.”
Hutch
looked out, scanning the area, now seeing vehicles with red lights glowing, approaching from the dusty trails; he looked back
down at Starsky, seeing the color drain from his face as he broke out in a sweat.
The
brunet swallowed hard, blinking his eyes slowly, and then opening them and trying his best to focus on his partner, “M’fine
Hutch, just got a little woozy. Really, m’okay.” Starsky mumbled as his left hand reached up and patted Hutch’s
chest lazily.
“Sure
you are Buddy.” Hutch answered as Billy returned with a jacket he had retrieved from the back seat of the limo, wadding
it up and handing it to Hutch.
Hutch
reached down and gingerly placed his hand at the nape of Starsky’s neck and lifted his head, placing the soft jacket
underneath and carefully laying his head back against it making sure he was comfortable.
“Just
take it easy for me until help arrives, can you do that for me?” Hutch pled his partner, his pale eyes locking with
Starsky’s dark indigo orbs.
Starsky
snorted slightly, a brief smile breaking over his face, “You got it…not ‘cause I agree…but just because…”
he inhaled deeply, “m’ too tired to fight.”
The
brunet settled back, closing his eyes, sighing deeply, finally realizing that the nightmare that he had endured, that both he and his partner had endured, was finally over and behind them. Now it was time to rest, relax and most
of all heal.
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After
returning briefly to the hospital, both Starsky were treated, kept for observation and released. Hutch needed to have some
more minor surgery to repair some tearing and damage to his wound. Starsky’s ankle was healing well, and the horrific
carvings on his back were fairly superficial, after having some minor tissue grafts, the scarring was minimal, and there was
no residual remnants of the word, labeling him as something that many wanted him to be ashamed of, instead of being proud
of his heritage.
In
the meantime, Dobey had coordinated and executed a search and seizure of the compound in Rosita,
Mexico with the full cooperation of the Mexican authorities.
Billy’s father was located and rescued. He was severely ill and frail and ended up in a medical facility in San Diego, to be triaged, evaluated and treated before the trip back to Bay City. Both detectives managed to keep this a secret from young Billy as they continued
to tell him that they were working on the case, making sure that his father was going to pull through before the announced
that he had been found. They no knew that no matter what, young Billy had troubles that ran deeper than either man realized
psychologically. They didn’t want to add any stress or false hope to his already delicate psyche.
Dobey
managed to pull a few strings within the system, and Billy was allowed to stay with him and his family while Starsky and Hutch
were recovering, and arrangements were being made to bring his father home. The large black man noted the boy’s solitary
type behavior, how he preferred to spend time alone, entertaining himself, rather then interaction with the family structure.
He made a point of making sure that the boy was seen, evaluated and treated by a counselor. He needed someone that he could
talk to, confidentially about what he had experienced inside that camp, things that he may not want or be able to share with
others that had too close of a relationship with. Strange as it sounded, Dobey knew from experience, that often victims found
it easier to talk to strangers, then people they were too close to.
Both
men made it a point to visit Billy the day that they were released from the hospital, they also made sure that they were in
contact with him frequently, wanting him to know that they had not abandoned, nor forgotten all that the child had done for
them. One night, the three of them actually had a sleep over at Hutch’s place, complete with junk food and an all night
marathon of western movies, but they had to make sure he was back with the Dobey’s the next morning. The courts had
made an exception for this boy, and placed him with the Dobey’s as a favor, so they all needed to follow the orders
set forth by the California courts.
The
day finally came that they had all been waiting for. Several days after Starsky and Hutch had been released from the hospital;
arrangements had been made for Billy’s father to be reunited with his boy, the man’s whole reason for living and
reason for sacrificing everything he possibly could, in the hopes of one day being reunited with his son.
Starsky
and Hutch went to Dobey’s house under the premise of taking Billy out to the park for the day.
They
pulled up in front of their Captain’s house in Starsky’s bright red Torino, the
brunet revving the engine twice before killing it. Both men exited the vehicle in unison as they closed the door, Hutch waiting
for Starsky to round the car before both of them making their way up the walkway to their superior’s front door.
Just
as Starsky raised his arm to knock on the door, it was pulled open quickly, startling the two officers. Billy stood there,
his eyes wide with enthusiasm as he looked up at his two friends. Hutch smiled broadly, his arm still in a sling, its mobility
restricted to allow his chest muscles to heal properly.
“God
its good to see you guys…I thought you’d never get here.” Billy said excitedly.
Starsky
and Hutch looked at each other, smiling. “You ready to go kid, we got a big day ahead of us.” Starsky said, winking
at the boy. “Hutch is gonna play some ball with you at the park.”
Hutch
snorted in laughter, noting his incapacitated state. “Yeah, that’s gonna happen.”
Dobey
approached the doorway, standing behind the young man, “Now you to take it easy and have him home before supper or you’ll
both answer to Edith.” He warned them.
“Will
do Cap.” Starsky promised as the three of them made their way back to the car.
They
drove towards the park, talking about minute things, the weather, Edith’s cooking, Calvin and Rosie Dobey as well as
the big man himself, their Captain. Billy seemed to be settling in well, things moving along, and he was adjusting.
The
trio arrived at the park, Starsky pulling his monstrous car into a stall right near the play ground. Both detectives climbed
out of the car, with Billy making his way out after Hutch. The brunet tossed the keys to the tall blond, over the roof of
the car, and Hutch caught them perfectly, snatching them out of mid-air. Starsky reached behind his front seat and dug out
a Frisbee and a football, planning on playing catch with the boy, even if Hutch wasn’t up to it, Starsky was.
Hutch
popped the trunk and using his good arm, he retrieved a small cooler that the two had packed, full of snacks and strawberry
soda. The three of them walked towards an empty picnic bench, Starsky and Billy playfully lobbed the football back and forth
between them, the smile on the boy’s lips, made Starsky’s face light up. Just knowing what today held in store,
made both detectives excited and nervous all at the same time.
Hutch
opened the cooler as Starsky and Billy spread out over the lush green lawn, tossing the football back and forth, each backing
up with each throw, increasing the distance between them.
Hutch
watched the two males, as they threw the ball back and forth, his mind wandered back and he couldn’t help but be so
thankful to still have his partner in his life. He came so close to losing him, both physically and mentally. Hutch had been
staying at Starsky’s place since their release from the hospital. He was there for the countless nightmares that came
back to haunt the brunet in the middle of the night, waking him up, trembling and sweating. The tall blond, accompanied his
friend to many sessions with a therapist, watching as he nervously and sometimes reluctantly opened up and spoke about his
experiences at the hands of these men and Hutch’s heart would break all over again, especially since he realized that
many of these atrocities happened while Hutch was there, in the camp, and did nothing about it. The guilt nearly consumed
the blond, as his other half spoke about his nightmares and fears.
Hutch
envisioned the look on his friend’s face when these dreams would wake him from his restful sleep and it tore at Hutch’s
heart as the blond had to struggle to push the guilt from his mind, remaining there, putting up a strong front to help Starsky
though his memories and his nightmares. He noticed that as the days passed on, and his healing progressed, the dreams and
fears weakened in strength and frequencies, and for that, he was grateful.
He
blinked quickly as Billy’s laughter, pulled the blond back from his own thoughts and memories of the terrible events,
making him smile as he watched Starsky, take off his shirt, exposing his nearly healed back to the world, not afraid of public
scrutiny. Now the curly haired brunet, clad only in his denim shorts, frayed wildly at the hem, continued to toss the ball
and catch it when it was returned.
“Go
long!” Starsky shouted at the boy as Billy excited and ran back, prepared to receive the brunet’s pass.
Starsky
threw the ball hard, over the child’s head as Billy backed up as far as he could and watched the ball fly past him.
The ball rolled to the feet of a man who was wearing a wide brimmed hat and a suit, covered by a trench coat, the collar pulled
up high around his neck. Billy looked back at Starsky, for the okay to follow the ball.
“Don’t
just stand there Billy, go get it!” Starsky shouted playfully at him.
He
watched the man bend over and pick the ball up as he ran towards him, his hands held out in front of him, preparing to receive
the ball back from the gentleman.
“Thank
you Mister,” Billy said respectfully, his eyes growing wide and his heart skipping several beats as the man looked up
at him, locking eyes with the boy.
P-p-pop???”
Billy stammered, blinking hard, not believing his eyes as the haggard man smiled broadly at the boy.
“How
you been son?” The man spoke, his eyes welling with tears.
“Pop!!!”
The full realization finally hitting the boy as he lunged forward, grabbing him around the waist with both arms, nearly knocking
him to the ground.
“Oh
God, Billy boy. It’s so good to see you again!” Billy’s father said, burying his face into the top of the
boys head, sobbing uncontrollably. “I never thought this could be happening.”
“I
always knew you’d come back pop, always!” Billy responded as the boy in turn, buried his face in his father’s
chest, sedated by listening to his father’s heartbeat, and feeling his chest rise and fall as he too sobbed outright
with shear happiness and elation.
Hutch
approached his partner as both of them stood their, smiles wide on their faces, enjoying the site of doing as they had promised,
reuniting the two and making sure they were safe.
Federal
Agents took over the case, dealing with the International Affairs ramifications from this investigation. The government had
Billy and his father testify against any remaining suspects that were rounded up in the camps and in return, they received
new identities and new lives. After the trial and subsequent convictions of all remaining persons, Billy and his father were
ready to move ahead and move forward with their lives together.
4 WEEKS LATER
Starsky
and Hutch just entered the squad room, making their way to their desks, glad to be back at work, even if it was limited duty.
They enjoyed their usual light banter back and forth.
“She
liked me, not you Blondie…she only talked to you to make you feel good.” Starsky quipped as Hutch looked up, furrowing
his brow.
“Is
that so? Well if she liked you so much, then why’d she give me her number?”
Hutch questioned.
“She
was hopin’ you’d hand it over to me!” The brunet answered quickly, earning him a snort of laughter from
his partner.
Dobey’s
door opened as the large man poked his head through the portal, “Starsky, Hutchinson…can
I see you in my office for a second?”
Both
detectives exchanged glances, Starsky shrugging as Hutch spoke up, “Sure Cap…” He responded as both men
entered his modest room, closing the door behind him.
The
partner’s took a seat opposite of Dobey’s desk as the rotund black man picked up a small card off of his desk
and handed it to the tall blond.
“This
was sent to the office in an envelope addressed to me with no return address, when I read it, I knew it was actually for you
two.” Dobey explained.
Hutch
read the writing on the post card, his face flushing as Starsky looked on curiously until Hutch handed it to his partner.
Starsky read the child’s writing for himself:
I just wanted to let you guys know that pop and I got here fine. We are safe and
pop said that I have you guys to thank for that, but I already knew that. I don’t think thanking you is enough, you
gave me back something that is worth more then…heck, I don’t know what.
Thanks,
The Goat
Starsky
looked up at his partner, his eyes brimming with moisture, locking with Hutch’s equally damp sky blue orbs as they both
smiled and nodded at each other, thankful that they were able to help and glad it was all behind them.
The End
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