Don't own the guys, although sure wish I did. No profit is being made and the story is for entertainment purposes only.
I have used the dialogue from the episode Bloodbath, one of my favourite eps of all time. But in order to fill in some missing scenes, I've written from both Starsky and Hutch's point of view and added some scenes myself. This was written many years ago, so some people may recall it. Please enjoy.
Rating: K+
Bloodbath
By Milford
Starsky
We'd been waiting a long time for this day, the day when Simon Marcus would be thrown in jail, hopefully for life. Hutch and me, well we've had to deal with some real psychos in our time, seen the worst side of humanity, but Simon Marcus, along with his band of drugged out hippies, was in a class of his own. Never before had we witnessed such a trail of destruction and brutality. The bodies left in his wake were so badly tortured that it had required dental records to assist with identification. For once some slick lawyer hadn't managed to get him off on a technicality and it was all over for Simon Marcus. The judge was handing down the sentence today and we were hopeful that it would be a long time, if ever, before Marcus saw the light of day. Despite our optimism, I guess we were a bit antsy and when Hutch's car wouldn't start that morning and we had to take it in to be repaired, we started arguing again about the merits of cars. His car had no merits. Honestly, I mean the man's my partner and I love the guy, but his taste in cars is abominable. How he can want to be seen driving that piece of metal junk is quite beyond my comprehension. Merle, the only mechanic who I'd trust the Torino with, more than shared my disdain for Hutch's car. I use the term very loosely for in reality it was a beaten up piece of metal on wheels and hardly merited the description of being called a car. Things got hot very quickly, with Hutch becoming very defensive.
"Sheeeee-oooot! Man, that's disgusting!" I had to hide a grin at Merle's expression and I certainly couldn't disagree with him.
Unfortunately Hutch took offence at the comment and Hutch can be very difficult to deal with when he gets his hackles up.
"I didn't bring my car to be insulted, Starsk. They're plenty mechanics who'd be thrilled to have my business."
"Hutch, there ain't a mechanic living who's good enough to wipe Merle's dipstick. He's a genius." What I was trying to say was that if anyone could fix the pile of junk, then Merle could. "Whadda ya think, man?" I was sure Merle could deal with it but I hadn't counted on Merle's own sense of pride.
"Baby, I am Merl the Earl, the customizin' Pearl. Bringing this clunker to me is like goin' to a brain surgeon with a case of the piles. I got standards to maintain."
Merle tried to climb out from under the car, muttering as he did. "When a car is wild, it's like my child."
I could see that Hutch was far from impressed and verging on losing his temper.
"Yeah, well…Even for free, you ain't for me." Hutch pointed his finger firmly at Merle and looked at his watch. I could see he was reluctant to leave his car with Merle. "We're due in court…"
"Hutch, the way you're engine's been missing, you're liable to conk out on the freeway. At least let Merle tune it up. Come on..." I was seriously worried about his car breaking down in an inconvenient spot, not just for me but for him too. There were too many nuts out there who wanted our blood and I really wished I could get my partner to see sense regarding his mode of transport.
"All right, but I don't want to come back and find my car looking like something from a float parade on Mars!" He stormed over to the Torino. I could see he had a lot of doubts about doing this. Maybe I should add a warning to Merle.
"You got that, Merl? Nothing super-natural. Just get the bugs out!" I joined my now irritable partner and tried to ignore Merle waving his hands around and pointing at Hutch's heap.
"What you mean, get the bugs out? This ain't no car, it's a cock-roach! It's all bug! Starsky, get this mess outta my face!" I grinned and drove off, leaving Merle gesturing wildly.
"I hope I did the right thing." I could hear the doubt dripping from Hutch's voice.
"Relax, Merle's been lookin' after the Torino for years." I couldn't resist shifting the gears noisily as we built up speed. As I said, I love the man, he's my partner, but he does ask for it at times.
"Thanks a lot." Was the muttered statement I heard.
"Aw, shit, look at that, Hutch." I pulled in opposite the courthouse. The steps to the courthouse were covered with Marcus' followers and the name "Si-mon, Si-mon" was being repeated endlessly. It was almost a hypnotic trance, well it seemed to be judging from the doped expressions on the crowd. I shivered, feeling a sense of fear that I couldn't quite explain. I ignored Hutch's concerned look as we went up the steps. To try to lighten the moment, I made a weak joke.
"Catchy, huh? I bet it's moving right up on the charts."
Hutch grinned and responded. "From the album "Music to Bring the Gas Chamber Back." That was my partner through and through. Always ready to respond.
I was trying to ignore the reporters and their inane comments but we were caught as we got to the door.
"And here are Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson, the dedicated police officers who brought about the arrest and conviction of Simon Marcus through their tireless efforts..." He ignored my glare as we tried to push past. I couldn't help but comment.
"What tireless? I'm pooped."
My ever ready partner quipped, "We think it's a vitamin deficiency." He ignored my glare too. I guess I was losing my touch.
The reporter continued, somewhat thrown, "Yes... yes! I'm sure bringing Simon Marcus to justice has been exhausting, but what do you have to say to our television audience...?"
"There's a good movie on the other channel." I suppose I shouldn't have, but smart-ass reporters really bugged me and I just wanted to get into the courtroom and have this hearing over with.
"That's off the record." Hutch could probably sense my rising tension and shepherded me into the courtroom.
The Judge had forbidden access to his court for the sentencing hearing and security was tight. The tension was tight but the sounds of the chanting still echoed through the halls. I felt shivery all of a sudden and very scared.
We met up with Dobey who was waiting impatiently at the door.
"Starsky... Hutch... I got seats for you up front."
I had a theory about going to court and that was going to the john was a lucky thing to do. I decided not to take any chances with this hearing.
"Thanks, Captain. I'll make it a quick comfort stop so I won't miss anything. Right back." I walked jauntily away, trying to hide my unease with being there. There was something sinister in the atmosphere but I tried to convince myself that I was wrong. I had barely stepped into the bathroom when I felt myself grabbed in a headlock. I grabbed at the arm trying to choke me and started kicking out. I tried calling out for Hutch but the hold around my neck was tightening and I was struggling for breath. In a last ditch effort, I pulled away from my attacker but I didn't get far. My hair was grabbed and I was pulled back roughly. The last thing I was aware of was the explosive pain as my head was hit against the wall. I was only vaguely aware of my wrists and ankles being bound.