Title: Candy Cane
Synopsis: Starsky and Hutch assist officers from Phoenix PD to stop a shipment of drugs.
Written: August 2007.
Disclaimer: Starsky and Hutch do not belong to me. This is my attempt to escape reality.
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Candy Cane
Authors Note: This story contains adult situations and language. Please consider this before you read if you are easily offended.
Chapter 1The building was dark and dingy. They were sitting there among the other members of the gang; drinking, swearing, sleeping, but mostly waiting. They were waiting for something to happen, something to break the tension of the mind numbing waiting. They were two or three days away from Bay City, in a non-distinct little town mostly made out of shacks and migrant workers that came and went without seeing a thing.
This had been a dangerous assignment. Going undercover was always dangerous, but in this case they were cut off from any established legal connections, they were on their own. They had infiltrated a gang that was responsible for the movement of drugs between Bay City and Phoenix and the deaths of several law enforcement officers. They had been assured there were other agents in the gang, but Huber, the FBI agent in charge, felt it was safer not to tell them who until the need to know was justified. There was a big shipment due from out of the country, and they had to find out when and where, then somehow get the message out to the FBI, they were told they would be contacted by another inside agent at the appropriate time.
Hutch felt like his skin was going to crawl off of him; he hadn't had a shower in over two weeks. He knew he smelled bad. He couldn't smell himself but his partner reeked and he had been without a shower for the same amount of time, so logic prevailed that he also reeked. In fact almost every man and woman there was in need of a bath except for those few that would visit the motel down the road for some other night time activity and grab a shower before returning.
He glanced across the room at this partner, exchanging thoughts without saying a word. Looking at his partner, he barely recognized him anymore. The only identifiable thing about him was his intense deep blue eyes that were locked back on him. Starsky broke the gaze and went back to his drink. Starsky had let his hair grow, so it was basically an uncontrolled mass of curls, additionally he had a full thick beard and mustache, giving him a very wild look, a look that fit in very well with this gang of criminals.
As Starsky looked back across the room at his partner he couldn't believe the transformation. Personal hygiene was a big item on Hutch's list, and he knew this filth would be getting under his skin. Hutch was sporting a long blond pony tail, only it was dirty blonde, stringy and greasy from the lack of washing. Hutch also had grown the beard and mustache, to roughen up and hide his distinctive features.
Starsky chuckled to himself at the thought of walking into The Pits looking like they did currently just to see Huggy's reaction. Then he thought about trying to pick up a couple ladies looking like they did. That would be a laugh. He knew they wouldn't be given a second glance, let alone the opportunity for anything else. Then he cursed himself for letting his mind wonder, but he sure did miss cuddling up with a nice soft woman.
Hutch had proven he had brains and had little by little been brought into the main group that seemed to be leading this band. Knowing how a cop would think proved useful and he had offered a couple suggestions that paid off and bought him some trust. Hutch had mixed emotions about helping these people dodge the authorities, but he rationalized that it might be saving a fellow officer from getting killed and would lead them to the bigger benefit of taking down the man responsible for bringing major amounts of drugs into the country.
Yesterday about a dozen men had taken off for a meeting, presumably to get the details of the upcoming shipment, and had not returned until late last night. They had been told something big was coming, but no details. Starsky was muscle, no need to explain details when all he was expected to do was protect the shipment when the time came.
That group along with Hutch and a couple others had now been in and out of a side room all morning making plans. Hutch jokingly referred to himself as an apprentice on a couple occasions when he and Starsky had been able to talk.
Starsky heard two cycles pull up outside, and he smiled to himself when he recognized the sound of the engines belonging to Marge and Megan Wells. He hadn't figured these two women out yet, but for the time being assumed they were messengers since they came and went freely. These two women had some connections and no one touched them. Given the unruly behavior of some of the men in this group, that was saying a lot. There were comments and suggestive remarks, and even some groping of obvious body parts, but they didn't go off alone with any of the men that he had witnessed.
A couple of weeks ago one of them had taken a shine to Hutch, much to Hutch's chagrin. Hutch was all business when he went undercover, and didn't return any affection, in fact he told the woman to get lost rather rudely. He had thought Hutch might have been a little hasty in chasing the one away if he could have gotten some information out of her. But Hutch was suspicious of her.
The one called Marge moved into the side room with Hutch and the other leaders and left Megan at the bar. Starsky was watching her, all the men were. She downed a shot of whiskey then locked her eyes on him and he immediately looked away. Now he knew how Hutch felt, he didn't need the attention focused on him that this woman might bring with her. But it was too late. He heard her boots walking toward him and the comments coming from the other men in the room.
He had his legs stretched out on another chair in front of him and didn't look up and didn't move. If he played this cold, he might miss an opportunity to get information, it might also raise suspicion, because no man in his right mind would refuse this woman. Luckily the personality he had assumed wasn't the warmest, so that would buy him some time to think and react. She might just be amusing herself at his expense, get him hot and then walk away. It would be a dangerous game to play with this group of men.
Megan stepped over Starsky's legs and straddled them, then sat down in his lap facing him. He raised his head and looked at her, making his eyes narrow slits so she couldn't read him. She too narrowed her eyes and stared back, with only a slight curl at the corners of her mouth. She leaned forward and kissed him. His hands remained still, not making a move to touch her. There were lots of comments being thrown out, but they became background noise as he tried to concentrate on this woman and determine what kind of game she was playing.
"Got an itch I need scratched, care to help me?" Megan asked seductively.
"Right here?"
"No. Ten miles down the highway is a sleep cheap, you need a shower first." This brought lots of hoots and howls from the men around him. She stood up and started for the door. Starsky didn't move he wasn't going to leave there without Hutch. It could be a set up, they're cover could have been compromised and they were trying to split them up. She walked back to him and leaned down and bit his ear lobe roughly and whispered into his ear, "Torino". She then looked into his eyes and said, "Comin'?"
The noise had brought the leaders out of the side room to see what exactly was going on. Hutch was in the rear and frowned when he saw Starsky in the middle of the commotion. This wasn't the way to stay under the radar. All of a sudden he felt her hand on his back and looked around; he thought he'd made it clear he wasn't interested a couple weeks ago. She shifted her gaze to the other men in front of them, then back at Hutch and nodded at him to come closer. He bent down and she whispered in his ear one word, 'Torino'.
"Come on Blondie, if my sister gets to play, then I do too." Marge said loudly and took hold of Hutch's hand and led him through the group of men to the outside door, "We'll have your boys back to you in a couple of days Ralph, if they survive."
They followed the two women outside, 'Torino' was their code word, something was wrong or about to go wrong, and they were getting extracted. Some of the gang members followed them outside, still yelling crude comments and in general making a lot of noise. Marge turned to Hutch and pressed her body against him and grabbed his butt tightly and whispered "Make this a show, don't allow yourself to be lead by a woman. It's ok to be rough, just try not to hit me in the face."
Make this a show? Hutch reminded himself that she was an FBI agent; otherwise she wouldn't have the code word. He took a deep breath and went into action. He grabbed her roughly by the wrist and twisted it behind her. "You don't touch me unless I say you can touch me, got it honey?" He then ran a hand along her body, "But I do like what I see, so maybe we can work out a deal." He then twisted her arm some more and took her to her knees. He hadn't meant to put her face at his groin, but when it happened more yells erupted from their audience.
Megan slid up to Starsky and put her arms around him, "It's for show. We have to get moving." She then moved toward her cycle and shouted toward Hutch and Marge, "Come on, save it for the motel room. You'll find out soon enough, she likes it rough."
They each got on their own separate cycles and took off down the road. Ten miles down the road they passed the sleep cheap motel and kept on riding. The two women were in the lead and moving fast. Fifty more miles down the road Hutch signaled that he needed fuel at the upcoming station, he also wanted some answers. While Megan went inside to pay, they hoped to get some information from Marge.
She appeared nervous never letting her gaze leave the horizon behind them. She was rubbing her shoulder that Hutch had twisted when they approached her.
"Didn't mean to be so rough, you ok?"
"Don't worry about it, you did well. Very convincing."
"You're FBI?"
"Ya", she responded. It wasn't the truth, but they didn't have time to go into details, and if she said 'no' they would ask more questions. She shifted her gaze to Hutch and saw the concern in his eyes, "Look don't worry about it. I took a bullet in this shoulder earlier this year, it still gets sore easily." Her focus went back to the horizon behind them, but a smile appeared on her face, "Putting me on my knees in front of your groin was a nice touch," she glanced back at him briefly, "hopefully they're still back there thinking about that."
"So what went wrong? Why are we getting extracted?" asked Starsky. He didn't like being in the dark, it was obvious they were running and he wanted to know why and from what.
"No time for talk, let's get moving. We need to get more miles between us and them." yelled Megan as she came up behind him.
Marge winked at them as said, "She was a marine drill sergeant in a prior lifetime."
Megan flipped her partner the middle finger, but had a smile on her face, "Ya, they discharged me for being too soft."
She handed Marge a packet and a paper cup with water, "Here, get some aspirin in your system. How's your shoulder doing?"
"Can you tell us what the hell is going on?"
"There really isn't timeā¦" she stopped mid-sentence and her gaze went to the horizon. But the rumble was coming from the road in the direction they would be heading. "Shit, get your bikes behind the building, NOW!"
They stood behind the building watching as a half dozen motorcycles barreled past on the highway.
"Ok, that's them. I recognize the chopper in the group." Megan looked over at Hutch, "Does Ray Cullen ring any bells?"
"Ray Cullen?" He looked over at Starsky, "Wasn't that the psycho that we put away a few years ago for chopping up a couple prostitutes?
"Ya, think so, but that guy got life, no parole."
"Life with no parole, humpt." said Megan. "Well, he cut a deal with the right people and he's out.
Marge continued, "A couple weeks ago he thought he recognized Blondie when you guys were down in Frisco. Our informants told us he started asking some questions. Our suspicions were confirmed when he contacted some people and was asking whether you were still on the force up in Bay City."
"Last week he put word out that he wanted to contact Rabid Ralphie, your beloved gang leader, and that he wanted back in the gang, and had some valuable information for him", added Megan as she signaled for them to all get back on their cycles. "We got lucky and detained Mr. Cullen so he didn't make the meeting yesterday, otherwise Ralphie would have heard his suspicions about you and probably taken care of you when they got back last night." Then she added, "And since we were the ones that were assigned to Mr. Cullen when he got released, and also helped detain him yesterday, he could possibly finger us as well."
"Then through some error Mr. Cullen got un-detained sometime during the night, so our orders were to get you out this morning before he got to Ralph." Marge said concluding the information they were going to share and started her engine.
That was enough to satisfy them for now. They needed to ride fast and hard and put as much distance between them and the gang as possible. When they got to the interstate they turned north toward Bay City and home.
