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Authors Note: This story is a sequel to 'Offspring' which can be found on my web page. It won third place for romantic relationship story. (Torino Award) I had told everyone that I had planned a sequel, to further explore the possible relationship between Starsky and Hutch's sister, Kelli. Well here it is, just to recap…Starsky and Kelli became close when Simon Marcus' goons had kidnapped them. Kelli, at the time, had an abusive boyfriend, Bobby, which she quickly ditched (with Starsky and Hutch's help.) Well, Bobby was gone, but not for good…

Warning: Adult situation in this chapter…(although, it is restrained material)

Second Chance

Chapter One

The woman lying next to him in his bed was beautiful, there was no denying that. Her long black hair flowed across shoulders as she opened her arms and accepted his body on to hers.

Starsky propped himself up over her on both his arms, elbows locked, as he dipped his head in for a soft, sensuous kiss, gently brushing his lips against hers affectionately. It had been a long difficult week for him and his partner, and this is exactly what the doctor had ordered for stress management. A smile crossed his lips as he pictured his physician writing out the prescription.

Rx:

Dispense: One beautiful woman

Sig: To be taken two, maybe three times a day over a period of two, maybe three days.

Refill: As needed.

Warning: May cause drowsiness and complete relaxation, use caution when driving heavy machinery.

Starsky chuckled slightly, causing the woman to furrow her brow at her lover, shrugging it off and concentrating on the task at hand.

The brunet dipped his head again, claiming her mouth with his as their tongues fought for control. He allowed his body to rest against hers, involuntarily moving against her flesh as their skin came into contact, and his arousal grew. She gave a throaty moan, encouraging him to continue as his body claimed hers.

The ringing phone sliced through the air, bringing an abrupt halt to the moment as Starsky looked over at his night stand.

Not now! He sighed as he returned his attention to her, his hand cupping her cheek as he nipped and sucked on her neck, willing away the unwelcome intruder.

Again, the shrill sound of the telephone pierced his ears as he looked over at it, and then back to the beauty in his bed.

"Don't answer it." She respectfully commanded.

"I gotta, you know 'dat." He said as he sighed heavily and reached for the receiver, picking it up, and reluctantly placing it to his ear…

" 'llo." He spoke, his voice deep and gruff.

"Dave? Is that you?" A cheerful female voice greeted him.

"S'me. Who's this?" The brunet grumbled, his frustration rising as he had other matters to tend to.

He heard a giggle as his heart skipped a beat in anticipation, "It's me silly, Kelly."

Starsky didn't even remember the girl in his bed as he roughly rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs over the side.

"Kelli? Kelli Hutchinson?" He asked his voice rising in excitement, cupping the receiver in his right hand.

"That's right…the one an' only? How have you been stud?" She joked with him.

"Good, I've been good, real good." He replied almost nervously, feeling like a teenager again, all but forgetting about the woman in his bed, until she spoke up.

"Who's on the phone Dave? Come back to bed wouldya?" She pled as he just raised his hand and waved her off.

"Damn, I caught you at a bad time, didn't I?" Kelly asked hearing the female voice in the background.

"No…no, not at all. It's fine. So what about you? How have you been these days?" He didn't even realize the smile that was beaming across his face, nor did he notice his company vacating the bed.

It had been four months since they had seen each other, although they had kept in touch, a letter here, a phone call there; cards on birthdays had been exchanged. They both wanted to see where their relationship would go, but also realized that the long distance type of relationship wouldn't work for either of them.

"Well, I managed to get some time off work and I wanted to see if maybe you'd like to come for a visit…" She explained the premise of her call.

"Yeah, well what about that brother of yours?" Starsky knew that he and Hutch were rarely apart, and if he was going to spend time with a member of his family, Hutch would surely want to come along…maybe…

"Well I was planning on booking a couple of rooms in Superior National Forest, maybe book a couple of suites at the Country Day Inn Resort. Next week, I managed to get Thursday through Tuesday off, and I thought it would be a perfect little getaway…" She explained as he could hear her nervousness elevate in her voice. "So I thought I'd call you and see what your plans were…"

Starsky remained especially quite, his stomach knotting,

"But if you don't want to I totally understand…really it's no big deal…I thought that I…"

"Of course I want to, I'd love to." He spoke quietly into the phone as he looked around the room, watching his female guest collecting her personal items, figuring that he would take care of that later. "I've got some vacation days coming…I don't see why I couldn't take them…I mean…if you really want me to…"

She laughed…he loved the sound of her laugh… "What the hell kind of question is that…? Why else would I be calling you dummy?"

"Did you say forest…as in camping?" Starsky asked nervously.

"Yes I said forest…" She began.

Starsky thought that the love of the outdoors must run in the family…God he hated camping.

"But I also said resort…as in all the amenities, a cabin, bed and breakfast…you name it."

"Now you're talking…" He snorted in laughter, "A girl after my own heart."

"That's not all I'm after…" She giggled, "I'll call you tomorrow and see what you found out."

"You do that." He smiled as he hung up the phone just in time to hear his front door slam shut.

"Shelly!" He stood, wrapping his blanket around his waist, calling out to his date for the evening.

She wasn't his girlfriend, and they both understood that, they were…companions…for lack of a better word. When their schedules allowed, they 'shared' each others 'company' for the evening, nothing exclusive. But even with that understanding, Starsky realized that there was no excuse for his behavior this evening, no excuse at all. He just couldn't help himself where Kelli was concerned; she excited him in a way that he hadn't felt in a long time.

He made a mental note to send Shelly flowers tomorrow, and after he was sure that she had received them, then he was to call and apologize profusely and beg her forgiveness. He knew that no matter what, no one deserved to be treated the way that he had just treated her.

Right now, his biggest concern was the lack of what the doctor had ordered. He slowly made his way to the bathroom for a nice, long shower…a cold one…as he stomped across his bedroom floor, his shoulder hunched over in a disheartened posture. He knew it was going to be a long, sleepless night.

oooOOOooo

Starsky showered, giving his body a chance to relax or calm down in the cold, uninviting water. He knew he had missed out on a wonderful evening, but he couldn't help but be excited about the possibilities of the upcoming weekend.

He sighed a breath of relief at the fact that he didn't have to undress, he was able to jump right in the frigid water, thinking about the frigid woman who had just walked out on him.

His next worry was how he was going to talk his partner into a weekend in Minnesota, the same state as his estranged parents. Hutch really disliked family reunions, and from what Starsky had seen from his parents, he understood why.

But he didn't worry for long, he had a plan…

oooOOOooo

Hutch was at the station early, way before the brunet detective. The blond figured that Starsky would be getting a late start today after his wild night of pleasure and relaxation, so he decided to get a head start on the reports that had been piling up on their desks.

He was thumbing through the latest folder when his childlike partner came strolling in whistling a happy tune. Hutch was surprised to see him so early, but he welcomed the help nonetheless.

"Well, I didn't expect you for at least another couple of hours…" Hutch commented, barely looking up from the file.

"As you can see, I'm just full of surprises." Starsky answered as he whipped his chair around, straddling it backwards, crossing his arms over the back. "Besides, I missed that ugly mug of yours." He quipped.

"You don't say…" Hutch responded. "How was your evening with Shelly?"

"Who?" Starsky had almost forgotten, with all the plans he had been making this morning.

"Shelly…remember her Starsk? Cute little stewardess, 48 hour lay over, if you catch my drift?" He hinted, getting the feeling something was wrong with this picture.

"Oh her…she's fine…just fine." He dismissed his friends' question.

"You blew it didn't ya'?" Hutch looked up at the somber brunet as Starsky recalled what had slipped through his fingers at the most inopportune time.

"Yeah, I blew it…" He hung his head.

"How the hell did you mange that? It's not like you two…I mean…well you know…" Hutch prodded.

"Do me a favor…don't ask." Starsky pled.

Hutch decided to drop the subject, not wanting to rub any more salt into his partner's open wound.

"Listen!" Starsky's head snapped up in new found enthusiasm. "What's say you an' I take a few days off and take a trip…make it a long weekend, huh?"

"A trip?" His interest peeked as one eyebrow arched precariously high on his forehead, "What kind of a trip?"

"Well, I was thinkin' of a campin' trip, we could fish, hike, you know, all that stuff you like to do. How's that sound huh?" Starsky was just a little too eager as his eyes looked up in anticipation of his partner's acceptance.

Hutch closed the folder in his hand and slapped it on the desk, "Okay Starsk, spill it, what gives?" He asked, crossing his arms and leaning on his elbows.

"Nuttin'…just thought you might like to get away, 'sides, I already cleared the time with Dobey, so you can't say no." He looked at his buddy with a boyish grin.

"Yeah, but campin? You hate campin'…What's the catch…"

"Sheesh Hutch, you're so suspicious…I'm hurt," a fake expression washing over his face.

"Come on Starsk, stop playin' games, let's have it." Hutch prompted.

"Okay…it's like this..." his hands came up in front of him, expressing his excitement. "Now, hear me out here Blondie…five days, in the mountains, a resort…camping, canoeing, hiking…a couple of foxy ladies…?" His eyes searched his partners, looking for mutual interest. "Just the few of us…doesn't that sound great?"

"Starsky!" Hutch spoke in a very ominous and threatening tone.

"Alright, alright…here's the deal. Last night, when I was with Shelly…I gotta a call, from Kelli…"

"Kelli, as in my sister Kelli?" Hutch asked.

"One in the same…anyways, she wanted to know if we both could come up for a few days…some resort hotel in some forest up there in Duluth…"

"So is that how you 'blew' it with Shelly, by talking to my sister while the two of you were busy?" Hutch sighed, shifting his weight in his chair.

"Now look, I know what you're thinking, and we don't have to see your folks this trip, it'll just be the four of us…" Starsky threw out there, hoping he would miss the head count.

Hutch was too quick… "Four? You, me and Kelli," He held up his fingers, "That's three Starsk…"

"Well, Beth makes four…I kinda already asked her, I know how you feel about bein' a third wheel and all…" Starsky blurted out, thankful that he was out of Hutch's arm reach.

"You what?!? Starsky, Beth and I broke up weeks ago…an' you know that! I don't want to spend several days cooped up in some hotel with my ex-girlfriend! Forget it!" Hutch exclaimed.

"Well, I kinda get the feeling that Beth isn't so clear on this whole broken up thingy, cause she was more than willing to accept my invitation. We pick her up Thursday morning a 7 am sharp." Starsky jumped up and bolted out of the squad room before Hutch could react.

As Starsky strode down the hallway, he couldn't help but think about what a perfect weekend this was going be, Hutch and Beth in one room, Kelli and Starsky in the other. Truth was that he couldn't stop thinking about Hutch's sister ever since she left Bay City; he cared about her and saw something in her that touched his heart. Something he couldn't even talk to Hutch about. He was actually a little afraid to talk to Hutch about it; it was his sister after all. What he really wanted to do was finish this shift and get home so he could sit and wait for her to call.

oooOOOooo

Kelli was at the nurse's station desk, reviewing a patient's chart as the hairs on the back of her neck rose, sending a chill up her spine. She slowly looked up and was shocked to see Bobby, her ex-boyfriend, standing on the other side of the desk, a bouquet of long stem roses in his left hand as he thrust them out in her direction. He was clean shaven and wearing a nice navy blue suit. For one brief moment, she felt the familiar pang in her heart that had caused her to go back to him over the period of a couple years, just to find herself being battered and abused once again, whenever the mood struck him. Immediately her posture stiffened as she took more of a defensive pose.

"What the hell are you doing here Bobby?" She asked, her voice cracking in a small fit of fear.

"I came back for you…" He said, his gaze dropping to the floor, sheepishly, and then back up to her. "To tell you I've really changed."

"I've heard that before Bobby, and I've already told you, I'm not interested." She stated curtly.

"Before you say another word, I need you to listen to me," he said more as a direct order than a request. "You don't know how I've been feeling without you, I need you Kelli. I promise it'll be different this time."

One of the nurse's aides standing behind Kelli made her exit as she tried to be as anonymous as possible.

"I can make you happy, you'll see." Bobby continued. "Just give me another chance; I think I deserve that, don't you?" He tried to force the flowers into her hand as she pulled away.

"No, I don't think you deserve it." She pursed her lips together as she leaned towards him, trying to keep her voice down, but being forceful with her tone at the same time. "Now I want you to leave, you're not supposed to be here and you know…it's consider a breach of your restraining order!"

"You mean your restraining order, don't you?" He spat sourly. "Look, I'm not going to give up, I want you back…you'll see…I always get what I want, remember?" He said as he felt himself being grabbed from behind.

He tilted his head back to see a very large, very black security guard who had grabbed his upper arm and began squeezing it tightly. "I think the lady asked you to leave." He stated ominously, his voice deeper then the deepest bass singer Kelli had ever heard, sounding more like a growling bear.

Without another word of warning, Bobby was pulled, against his will, out of the hospital. Before he was out of ear shot, he yelled back at his ex, "You're gonna be sorry Kel, mark my words, you'll be sorry!"

To Be Continued…