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This is my first venture into a story with chapters.

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Gale reached up with the knife and cut the ropes that tied Starsky's hands to the metal rod above him. As soon as his hands were free, gravity took over and Starsky bonelessly folded onto the cement, his hands slapping against the ground. Gale fell into Starsky's body and held on. He felt something metal slicing dangerously near his face and he rolled over, unknowingly bringing Gale with him.

The act of rolling over seemed to have short-circuited his brain. He no longer knew where he was. He was oblivious to the confusion swirling around him.

Gale held on to Starsky for dear life, not wanting to be torn from the only person she trusted.

Hutch fought against the creeps who had abused his friend. He stood over the men on the ground, breathing heavily. The blond kicked the various weapons away from the hooded devils. Hutch untangled Gale from Starsky's body. The cops who had joined in the ruckus, gathered everyone together, herding them to the make- shift processing area. Gale went along quietly, glancing back at the still form of her protector.

But all of the sudden Starsky felt his brain bounce against his skull which jump-started a single sensation of hearing. He heard birds. Their cackling caused him to flinch as his eyes opened. He lay listening as the birds kept calling to each other, indignant that their quiet surroundings had been disrupted. They eventually flew off in search of a more peaceful resting place.

He registered another sensation. He was itchy. His neck and shoulders burned with the itch. His chest was hot too. Then, Oh God, there were bees! They were in his ears. His arms felt tingly and all he wanted was to get rid of the offending disturbance. He flailed his arms above him and came into contact with something soft and warm. He became aware of whispers, words . They weren't bees at all but words!! The words had no meaning yet, but he knew that Hutch was next to him, cradleing him in a safe embrace. He could feel the softness of his friend's shirt and pulled himself closer into the warm fold. Starsky felt the heaviness of his robe pull against him and grew nauseous at the smell hanging over the garment. The stiff, offensive robe was in stark contrast to the safe haven that was Hutch. It was suddenly too much. Starsky grabbed a firmer hold onto Hutch and felt such relief that he began to laugh. But in the next instant that laugh stuck in his throat and he could feel a large sob bubbling up out of his soul. The sob racked Starsky's body, but Hutch never let go.

"Starsky, it's ok now. Just breath deep and trust me." Hutch crooned in Starsky's ear.

That's all that Starsky needed and his body let go. He lost the battle and sank into nothingness.

Hutch spied Captain Dobey circling his men, assigning each to a task; intent on making some order out of the chaos. Dobey made his way over to Hutch and handed him a blanket.

"Is he ok Hutch?, Dobey asked, concern heavy in his eyes. " The ambulance is on the way. If you can, continue holding him, keep him warm."

"I'm not going anywhere, Cap. Starsk is safe with me." Hutch sighed, looking down at his friend.

TO BE CONTINUED