A reminder that there is no cussing in this story, though I know Hutch and Starsky sometimes swear.

Also, a repeat that this story doesn't stick with a whole lot of things the way that they were in the episode of "The Fix."

Additionally, another mention that one of the ways I'm sticking to the script of "The Fix" and that Robert I. Holt wrote is that with the exception of Bill Beryl, Bryd, Henry, Conner, and Catalina (whose names I made up) any other characters I give the names of are the same ones Robert has in his script. Oh, and to clarify this- Also, not mentioned in the script are David and Jonathan from the Bible.

Chapter Two

While Beryl and I continued on patrolling our assigned area of the streets of Bay City, California, God still hadn't suddenly decided to give me, Bernie Glassman, any kind of divine revelation (and which pertained to Hutch, Starsky, and some other people) but if He was giving me the revelation, this is what I would now be seeing...

Friday night and after Hutch left Parker Center, at first he went home. His plans to do a quick wash-up before meeting up with Jeanie Walden.

For as long as Hutch had lived at his Venice, California cottage house, Starsky, and for some unknown reason, persisted in calling the house an apartment. But that was Starsky because he also sometimes called any coins that equaled 25 cents a quarter. Like two dimes and a nickel equaled 25 cents, but Starsky would sometimes ask Hutch for a quarter.

S&H S&H S&H S&H S&H

When Hutch entered his house on Friday night, not the dear and good Lord, but a crime lord with the Biblical first name of 'Ben' his last name Forest, had already arranged for Hutchinson to be kidnapped from inside the cottage house . Only Forest knew how he'd gotten wind that Hutch was coming home first before he met up with Jeanie; one thing that Forest needed to hear from Hutch was Jeanie's whereabouts.

Outside of Hutch's house was a canal with some ducks floating on it and without a care in the world. Forest intentionally meant for Hutch to feel like a freak for being kidnapped from inside his own place when a cop being nabbed from there was previously unheard of. Yes, Hutchinson would definitely feel like a freak.

Even being kidnapped from right outside of the cottage would've been good too, but being kidnapped inside of it additionally helped to keep any of the detective's neighbors from seeing the kidnapping.

Ben wasn't anywhere near Hutch's place to participate in the kidnapping, but three of his men were.

One of them wasn't a religious monk, but someone named Allen 'Monk' Phylos.

His eyes blue, an eerie hue too, it was one of the reasons Forest had made him his right hand man. In front of Monk's house was some of that Bay City plant-life . Like one of those trees with beautiful white flowers and lush green leaves.

Hyraxes, additionally translated as rock badgers and conies were written about in some Bible verses in the Old Testament... there was another lousy creep and with the last name of Coney, and who was another one of Ben Forest's men.

There was even one whose surname was Walsh and there was a Walsh University, a Roman Catholic one, in Ohio.

Friday night and inside of Monk's house that he rented, Hutch was inside a bedroom with the entire window having wooden boards nailed over it to keep any neighbors from peaking in and seeing any of the evil things being done to the detective.

The boards also helped at keeping those neighbors from hearing anything, and hearing things that would alert them to call the cops to come rescue Hutch.

Also, inside of the bedroom, the homicide detective was... by then... entirely aware that he was suffering with a pounding headache and a severe neck ache-both a result of being knocked out at his place. And knocked out he had been! The brutal force of the blow being the only explanation on how he'd stayed unconscious all through the drive from his place to where he was at then with the thugs.

Yet even with the killer headache and neck ache Hutch came up with an additional explanation of why he hadn't become conscious during that particular drive. His explanation being that during that drive, that every time he started to 'come to' that one of the creeps deprived him of much needed oxygen. Deprived him by frequently covering up both of his nostrils with Saran Wrap.

Saran Wrap: A thin, yet clingy plastic wrap that was sold in rolls and used primarily for wrapping food.

"Okay Hutch, that's totally ridiculous that they deprived you of oxygen with the wrap and even if you did have a dream just last week that pertained to Saran Wrap and being suffocated with the stuff." Hutch had the time to chastise himself right before he'd unquestionably heard one of the creeps who he didn't know nickname was Monk say,

"Put him in that bedroom."

A blindfold. A dark one. A pitch dark one was already tied around Hutch's head and over his eyes- It was giving him an admittedly scary taste of what it was like to be completely blind, and at such a young age!

Additionally, and inside of the bedroom, Hutch was very aware that he was sitting on a rock hard wooden chair. The plush and comfy seat cushion having been intentionally removed by one of the criminals and not having the cushion on the seat, it aided in making Hutch to not be nice and comfortable at all. When without the seat cushion there, the chair was putting pressure on some of his nerves and messing with his lower back, and along with the pounding headache and neck ache, he was in even more pain.

His arms were pulled really tight, as taut as they humanly as possible could go, behind the back of the chair and both of his wrist were tied tightly together with rough rope. The roughness and that was already in the process of chafing his skin and making it bleed as he continued to struggle to get out of his bonds!

Finding out that he wasn't getting anywhere with freeing himself-

In spite of being anxious and frightened and hurting, he was a tough monkey and wouldn't give up Jeanie's whereabouts even though his right jaw repeatedly kept on being backhanded and by one of the criminal's powerful fist. Hutch's right jaw was really taking a beating and clobbered so much it was a miracle that his...the detective's...right jaw hadn't been broken-the man he didn't know had the last name of Coney was the one who was backhanding him. And Coney had over part of his fist some white boxing tape and keeping his entire hand from being injured.

Then when Hutch still wouldn't give up where Jeanie was, "Do it to him," one of the creeps in the room with him and that he still didn't know his nickname was 'Monk ' ordered the one that had been backhanding him in the right jaw.

Right after the "Do it to him," that's when Hutch's abdomen was repeatedly punched.

His legs kicked and including his shins. And his somewhat thick blue jeans covering them didn't do anything to soften the blows.

He was a tough monkey all right, then other parts of his body were battered to where he passed out cold. Right before he did, he once again heard one of the thugs chomping on some chewing gum. The flavor. A sickening to the cop flavor, especially because even though he couldn't smell from where he sat the flavor of it, it was still sickening to Hutch because the thug he didn't know his last name was Walsh was chomping on the gum while at the same time finding so much humor in him (Ken Hutchinson) being so physically abused.

When Hutch became conscious again-

"You got one more chance. Where is she?" the criminal that he didn't know was nicknamed Monk inquired.

"Stuff it!" was Hutch's reply, knowing that unlike what he had been told, if he gave up where Jeanie was he wouldn't be taken home and be put to bed and wake up in the morning like 'nothing' had happened to him. The beatings he had received and causing him such a high level of pain... his bruises and his blood, would attest to the fact that something bad had happened to him.

But more importantly the "Stuff it!" was because if he gave up Jeanie's whereabouts, she (and never again) would be happy.

Then this Tuesday afternoon, at Huggy's...

As Hutch's withdrawal from the drug continued and the sweat still tenaciously flowed out of his 6'1" tall body and with parched, cracked, and bleeding lips..

He was down on his knees in the restroom and grabbing a hold of Starsky's legs, he was literally and yet again 'begging' Starsky for the dope.

Agitation was a symptom of the heroin withdrawal, "You lousy Jew Polack!" Hutch thought about yelling when Starsky still wouldn't go get him the illegal drug.

"I still need it!" the blond instead hollered.

"You don't need it. You want it. There's a difference," Starsky informed him.

Hutch didn't want to listen to what Starsky just told him and begged for the heroin yet again!

When that didn't work, "Don't you know that any licensed doctor will tell you that coffee and even without lots of sugar. Lots! Is a diuretic and will dehydrate me more than I already am!? "

"And the withdrawal along with those lousy candy bars you keep making me eat are making me barf ! Makin' me have a case of the craps so badly I can't take it any longer!" He next told Starsky his butt hole was on hell fire from all the crapping he was doing.

"I'm sure it is," Starsky replied, handing Hutch some more cream that contained witch hazel to hopefully help with the burning.

It didn't...

"Give me some help. Some help." Hutch made the not one, but two requests and right in a row; the bruises on his face and on the many other parts of his body having turned a more purplish black and more painful, and more painful even while doing something so simple as taking a breath. Just two little ones. A little breath in, then a little breath out. And of course there was the continuing withdrawal from the heroin-

Those little breaths obviously weren't contributing to his physical well-being, he needed more air, feeling, this time for sure! Like he was suffocatin'!

Taking a bigger breath in and then out to try to get some more oxygen inside of his lungs, he gasped, and really loud, from the pain of it.

"Oh man! He's hurting! Nothin but sweat and pain for the next forty two hours," Huggy, standing right inside the small bathroom with them, said.

The black man was skinny enough to be in there with them.

"Get outta here. Get outta of here. Leave me alone." Hutch ordered him to go away; furious at Huggy for again reminding him what he was in for with the withdrawal. Earlier Huggy had said, "Nothing but sweat and pain for the next forty eight hours," and Hutch hadn't appreciated Huggy saying it then either. And with forty two hours remaining of the withdrawal from heroin, it was then that Hutch suddenly decided he wanted Starsky to be the only one taking care of him, and even though Starsky still wasn't going to have some heroin delivered to the room and then give him his drug of choice!

A little bit of more time passed by at Huggy's-

Huggy was downstairs helping his employees with their duties.

Upstairs-Starsky took some more toilet paper and wiped off Hutch's face and where the snot was running like crazy out of not one, but both of Hutch's nostrils. To the blond it seemed like the millionth time...(no, make that the billionth time!) that the nasal discharge flowed so freely out of his nostrils, and his nose and underneath of it were miserably sore from Starsky repeatedly wiping off the snot. To add, Hutch's eyes were tearing-yet another symptom of the withdrawal.

"Won't you help me!?" Hutch shouted at Starsky.

"Sure babe. I'll help ya," Starsky said with total sympathy for Hutch, then added, "Just like I've been helping you get on the john in time instead of ya peeing your britches and crapping them, and helping ya with placing a trash can underneath your mouth to catch your foul-smellin puke. And while I'm at it...wiping all of the snot off your face!"

The brunet added, "I promise you'll see that the coffee and candy bars are helping you after all. Now open up that trap of yours and have another bite of candy. "

"Don't want it! Don't like the taste of it!" The blond then pouted.

"Tough petunias!" Starsky shot back.

Hutch ignored the "Tough petunias,"...the blond informed Starsky, "I feel like a freak by being nabbed from inside my own home. It's scaring me silly with just the thought of ever again going anywhere near my place. If I ever get brave enough to go ahead and do it, once inside it I'm locking the doors, all the windows, and never coming out again!"

Okay, so the never coming out again was an exaggeration, but inside his head where Starsky couldn't hear his thoughts- Hutch was now recollecting being held captive in one of the criminal's bedrooms and he also telling them, "Get outta here. Get outta here. Leave me alone."

"Sure baby. We'll get out of here." One of those criminals who he had figured out was the main boss had replied. And then after that the cop felt totally humiliated for begging him to "Don't Go! Don't leave me!" He next felt the humiliation of being a drug addict. A genuine 100 percent one and then some!

Soon after that he'd given up the whereabouts of Jeanie. And then he felt so extremely shameful for doing so, but shortly afterwards they'd given him another hit of heroin and that had made him so happy. That was until the drug had wore off too much to his liking.

Currently, at Huggy's, Hutch couldn't figure out what his girlfriend's name was and no matter how much he tried to remember it. He couldn't remember where he'd told where she was hiding. He vaguely recalled that he eventually did see her when he was still with the thugs and by then his blindfold had been removed.

But presently at Huggy's- he was fully remembering that when he was being held captive by those lousy thugs that one of them kept on shining a flashlight in his eyes. A really, really, really bright flashlight! And no matter how bad of a shape he was in from the withdrawal and at Huggy's, though he couldn't recall the name of... what was her name? He presently somehow figured out that the flashlight that had shined so brightly in his eyes was his own police flashlight.

(In a desperate outcry when he was with the criminals, "I'm hurtin'! I'm hurtin! Come on, help me!")

Hutch had followed that with,

"Get that thing offa me!" he had cried out to the one holding the flashlight on him, and cried out only for his body to stiffen, and soon after that he convulsed from the heroin withdrawal at that time.

Right now at Huggy's: "You think you're bad now sucker, in a couple of hours you're gonna be banging your head against the floor." Hutch remembered the main boss criminal then informing him.

Also currently at Huggy's:

"What is her name?" Hutch questioned out loud and loud enough for Starsky to easily hear him. " What is her name!?" Hutch repeated, but yelled it even louder with trying to recollect it.

Next at Huggy's and right after Starsky said, "Do you mean Jeanie?" Hutch started doing just that. Banging his head against the floor.

Bang. Bang. Bang! Bang!

When he did so, Starsky and he were outta the restroom and close to the bed.

Hutch scrambled on up to the bed -

Bang! He slammed his head against the wall.

The picture on the wall above the bed surprisingly didn't fall off the wall and only fell enough to hang lopsided.

"Shh Hutch. It's okay. Everything's going to be all right. I promise," Starsky said, managing to finally get a hold of Hutch and hold him in his lap while managing to, at the same time, be extra careful of Hutch's bruises and cradle him in his arms tight, but not too tight.

The two men were completely silent for ten minutes.

"Tooth hurts. Think it's chipped off some from one of those thugs clobbering me so hard in the right jaw."

Starsky stuck one of his fingers in his friend's mouth to check things out, and Hutch, finding it too annoying, started to close his lips to bite down on the finger enough to let Starsky know that he didn't want the brunet's digit in his mouth.

"Don't you dare bite me!" Starsky warned, then softened his harsh warning by adding "Babe."

Starsky had felt the chipped off molar and though he wasn't going to take Hutch to the dentist right now, he would be taking him to the dentist before the week was finished. And if it needed to be pulled, hopefully afterwards Hutch didn't have to suffer with the pain of a dry socket.

In the meantime, Hutch, once again, was remembering the main boss criminal he'd been with telling him, "Sure baby. We'll get out of here," and that criminal calling him 'baby' caused Hutch to despise that word and the word 'babe' being used toward him. Because of it, "Don't you dare call me babe ever again!" Hutch hollered out and definitely at Starsky.

Additionally at Huggy's, though Hutch knew that earlier on that day he had previously been inside a car with three of the criminals-he didn't remember that the color of the vehicle was a dark brownish red. He was too far gone at the time to have bothered with trying to get a look at the car's California license plate and see that it had on it JNJ322.

But while inside the car and no matter how far gone he was then; he'd definitely heard one of the lousy creeps that he still didn't know last name was Coney say, "Where do you figure, Monk?"

"Off the point. Water's deep."

Even in the bad shape that Hutch was in at that time, it was clear as a bell to him that he and 'yet again' had been stripped of his own decision of what was happening to him, and that he was being ( against his will ) taken to the Pacific Ocean and to that 'specific' spot of the harbor.

The blond cop was sick! Sick and tired of being beaten down so badly by amongst other things... anxiety and fear!

Heaped on top of that was the sheer terror Hutch felt-When the same thug Monk (yeah that was his name and Hutch did remember it while in the car) cold-heartedly said,

"The current oughta carry that body out about 200 miles," as obviously the criminal who had been so nervous about icing a cop had had a change of heart and was going to have him (the cop) killed off after all!

Immediately afterwards, the brunet jerk who he still didn't know last name was Coney and in the first place, had brought up the topic of where the young Detective Sergeant First Class should be 'iced'-Had 'cool, calm, and collected' proclaimed how, "By then he oughta be sharks bait,"...

Hutch had clearly heard that too, and it was even more-so horrifyingly overwhelming to him, when whether or not it was shark's bait with a huge one feasting on his drowned and by then bloated, no longer lean body, and devouring him...

Or if it was sharks' with a school of the smaller-sized creatures circling around his not yet swollen body right before they hungrily made a meal out of him!-

The end result was still the same.

Nobody would ever be able to find him!

Not even Starsky!

Still, Hutch had been successful at escaping from the car the thugs had had him in, and now at Huggy's the time had arrived when he couldn't stand the withdrawal from heroin any longer and also being held a (now involuntarily prisoner) by Starsky and inside of Huggy's upstairs crash pad.

Besides! Didn't Starsky know and then care about that he had suffered with some really bad withdrawal symptoms when he was with the thugs before he'd given up the whereabouts of what was her name!?

Now wait!

Starsky had just recently told him, "Do you mean Jeanie?"

"Jeanie. Jeanie. Jeanie. Jeanie Walden." Hutch repeated her name out loud as Starsky still held him in his non homosexual, yet anyhow extremely loving arms.

This stage of withdrawal at Huggy's, instead of getting better and having grown worse and worse, had broken down the blond so much that scrunching his eyes tightly closed and re-opening them, he began envisioning things.

He loathed being a cop after all , although he still enormously dearly loved Starsky- he was successful at escaping from Starsky.

"Badly beaten. Took my wallet. Not contagious, but extremely sick!" he...Hutch... told the cabbie who took pity on him and took him to a particular address. As soon as the cab was out of sight, he ran ( but clumsily and hunched over in pain ) two doors down to a female drug dealer-

It was a too long of a story how he'd just recently found out that she just recently had become a dealer, and he was 100 percent certain she didn't know he was a cop.

But two years ago and just before he'd moved into his Venice Beach, Calif. cottage house by the canal, she had seen him completely naked.

They hadn't had sex, she anyhow said if he ever needed a favor from her, to come to her place and her Bay City, California address was 5 Heroine St. and just two doors down from 3.

Starsky and Huggy also knew that she was a dealer, but Hutch was absolutely positive they didn't know anything about his past history with her so they wouldn't come looking for him anywhere nearby her place.

Also in his visualizing of things- Hutch was now inside her house and by the closed front door, he collapsed onto the floor.

Rolling over and spread-eagle, laying flat on his back, gasping out, "No money," his hands were way, way, way too shaky to do any kind of work. To include supporting himself in sitting back up and taking off his blue jeans.

She deftly took them off for him and lifting up his right leg ( and not having to waste time tying a tourniquet around any part of the limb) there was a nice juicy vein .

She quickly grabbed off of the nearby table an already prepared syringe filled with the liquefied heroin, she wrapped her other hand around another portion of his leg to hold the severely trembling (from the heroin withdrawal) leg completely still.

Even more-so desperately needing a fix, "Do it!" Hutch hollered out and excitedly! At the top of his lungs! And she complied with stabbing the vein with the not dull, bitingly sharp hypodermic needle.

The withdrawal from heroin was making him feel more pain than what he would otherwise be feeling from the injection, he screamed so loud with how badly the shot had hurt that it was amazing that at least a part of a lung didn't leap out of his agape mouth.

He sometimes had a habit of stuttering when he was highly stressed about something, the shot, though ex-ex-excruciating!-

Soon afterwards he didn't care about how stinkin' excruciating being stabbed with the hypodermic needle had felt, because the drug soon had him entered into paradise. Paradise, that was, on Earth and where he was free from all of life on Earth's problems.

(The beautiful Asian Poppy. A plant that years ago Satan had taken and planted in some human's mind the thought that from the seed pod could be found paradise.)

But when the drug wore off, and Hutch exited out of paradise and needed another hit of the liquefied H to not overdose and he got a little bit more of the stuff -It at least would give him enough of a breather so he wasn't insanely laughing about how hilarious it was that heroin started with the same letter of his last name of Hutchinson and his most commonly used nickname of "Hutch". And wishing ...and honest to God! That he had never been born!

Then what if his leg, because of where the injection was given, got a blood clot?

Then what if his leg got gangrene and needed to be amputated. And when it did that most definitely would surely suck!

As it was, the blond cop's current withdrawal from heroin and at Huggy's was so horrible, it was bad enough that the surge of adrenaline coursing throughout his entire body had him completely wired and so wide awake he could forget about finally getting some much wanted and needed sleep.

And the stinkin withdrawal was bad enough that he had just 'had' his monstrously morbid and highly disturbing envisioning of things.

That meant though he hadn't become psychotic and had been envisioning things instead of hallucinating, at the same time the state of his mental health wasn't good at all because it had reached a way too, too, high of an unhealthy level!

In his defense, all along he did really have, and without having to waste time tying a tourniquet around his leg (to get an injection site for the heroin) an extremely easy to see nice juicy vein.

He'd heard about addicts who had one too, and they did think about shooting themselves up there.

Some had actually done it.

If their hands were way, way, way too shaky to give themselves their injection they possibly could get someone who would do it for them.

But not a drug dealer when as far as he knew, dealers only doled out to their clients whatever the client's drug of choice was, but dealers wouldn't go ahead and inject or put into their client's mouth the drug, and no matter how shaky their client's hands were.

However, the female dealer who had appeared in Hutch's visualizations and really did live at 5 Heroine St. in Bay City , and that he did really know, would inject him with the heroin!

But right now at Huggy's he could only guess that it also was the adrenaline still coursing through-out his entire body that was causing his brain to stay so alert and active.

And 'supernaturally', too, when though he believed in witches, but not ones who flew on a broom across the moon, the lady drug dealer anyhow held supernatural power over him because his brain was stuck on continuing to think about her!

He needed and wanted a break from the woman who lived on Heroine Street lest he way too, too, too prematurely in life burn-out his adrenal glands!

Succeeding with getting his brain enough of a break away from the woman,

But not enough so that he started thinking of if he did ever get gangrene on any part of his body from that woman! Giving him a shot of the H, the stuff, the hell dust and because of it that part of his body would need to be sawed off and how that would surely suck-

"Hutch!"

"Hutch!"

"Hutch!"

"Hey Blondie! Do ya hear me!? I've been shaking your arm and worried about you askin' "Hutch! Are you okay!?"

"Hum? Huh? Why? What? Where?" He'd completely forgotten about Starsky being there.

He then whimpered and whimpered and did it some more, but this time not inside the Torino but at Huggy's.

Oh yeah! Now Ken Hutchinson with the stark track marks in the crook of his left elbow and who had Norwegian ancestors couldn't help but to remember what had started his most current cowardly whimpering when it was making him hurt a whole lot. And he told Starsk and whose Jewish Ashkenazic ancestors came from Poland,

Isn't your massaging my neck..but heroin withdrawal so bad ...the cold air in the room... causin' shootin' searin' hot nerve pain!" then four minutes later he groaned out,

"Still hurts! I'm free-free-freezing!" and noticeably shivering, his teeth uncontrollably chattered together. And even though Starsky still had Hutch cradled in his lap on the bed and had the blond covered up with more blankets that Huggy had brought into the room.

Then more time passed by and Hutch was entirely exhausted, but sleep was slow as molasses in arriving.

When sleep did finally come, he was snoring.

The man was so out of it he didn't hear or see anything. But when he woke up, the first thing Starsky said was, "You feel a whole lot better now, don't ya' babe?"

Hutch permitted the' babe' and actually smiled at the word that Starsky and not any criminal, had used toward him.

Then soon later on Starsky asked him something.

"Hey, Hutch. Do you realize that Ashkenazic has your first name Ken in it?"

Hutch grinned at that and looked at the stark track marks still inside the crook of his left elbow. "And do you realize that stark is almost spelled the same way as Starsk, but minus the lower case s." They both got a good laugh at that.

Then Hutch became much more serious again. "Jeanie. Jeanie Walden. We gotta go find her Starsk!"

Huggy protested Hutch going to do that right now, "What! Are you outta your mind!? You're a whole lot better than you was Blondie, but you're still weak as a kitten and can't even tie your own shoes!"

"And you! If you go huntin for those turkeys who shot Hutch up, good dudes and dudettes will think they've seen a bear and die of fright!" Huggy informed Starsky.

"Hug. You're a great pal and we understand where you're comin' from, but shut your mouth," Hutch and Starsky said in unison.

"Will do, but not until I tell ya I don't have a gun for Hutch to use and before you both leave, Goldilocks needs to go do a quick wash up and change into these clean clothes I got from his place.

Earlier at Huggy's, Starsky had given Hutch a sponge bath. One better than any professional nurse could give. But right now the blond was ripe with enough stench that he readily agreed to go take a quick shower, then change into the fresh clothes.

In another hour the detectives were inside another bar and though Hutch didn't have a gun with him, his partner and best friend in the whole entire world did.

(The two were a modern day David and Jonathan with the way their souls were so tightly knit together.)

S&HS&HS&H

Mickey was Starsky's street stoolie, but would sell his old lady to anyone for ten bucks- Hutch handed him the ten dollars. Mickey didn't need to know that he had borrowed the money from Huggy.

"Where's Jeanie Walden!? " Hutch asked Mickey.

"I'd tell yuh if I knew. Honest."

But the street stoolie hadn't given a honest answer and Hutch knew it.

Hutch grabbed the beer out of his hands and threatened to throw him against the wall if he didn't tell the truth.

"Where is she?" that was Hutch again, but he was growing physically weaker and his entire face had grown paler and paler even with the heavy bruising.

"Hutch. You look okay but you look sick or something."

"Where is she!?" Starsky demanded.

The two detectives paid no attention to the other patrons in the bar and for the most part they paid no attention to them. That was except for Coney who was paying attention to them while using the telephone to call Monk. If they iced both Starsky and Hutch maybe Forest would give both him and Monk a Christmas bonus.

Instead, Hutch regained some of his color to his face and the two cops soon had Coney in handcuffs after watching Mickey taking more than a few nervous glances at him using the phone.

Hutch went outside the bar and for the 3rd time in a little over a day, he almost was ran over and killed by a vehicle. The 3rd time was Monk barreling his dark brownish red car in on Hutch, but before the blond could be murdered by the car, he managed to jump on top of a wooden fence.

Starsky was inside his Torino and Monk still had a gun and so did the brunet detective. There was a shoot-out and Starsky won as he had shot Monk.

Deader than a door nail.

The louse was no longer alive to ever again torture Hutch!

Within the hour the two detectives were at Ben Forest's mansion. In the process of being arrested, he grounded out, "Hey Jeanie. Tell him about Vegas. Tell him about everything! You think he'll want you then!?"

Las Vegas was also known as Sin City, the 'him' Forest was referring to was Hutch.

The detective didn't ask Jeanie to tell him about Vegas and after she left Forest's place, Hutch and she- they never saw each other again.

Forest was in handcuffs and inside the Torino. Starsky was standing outside the vehicle and so was Hutch.

"You okay?" he asked Hutch with sincere concern in his voice.

"Yeah." Hutch answered, not telling the whole truth because they both knew it would be awhile before he was entirely fine. Like, for example, his chipped tooth needed to be attended to by a dentist sometime this week. Plus he wasn't completely withdrawn from the heroin yet, as forty eight hours of nothing but sweat and pain hadn't yet past.

And his immune system was somewhat lowered due to the withdrawal and it was making it somewhat easier for him to catch the real flu.

At least Hutch wasn't around anyone who then had the contagious real flu and that made both men happy.

Starsky wasn't always the better driver but he frequently liked doing it more than Hutch.

The curly-haired brunet Starsky anyway asked Hutch, "You wanna drive my cah?"

Hutch softly snorted his reply which meant, "No. But thanks for askin' anyway buddy."

The End

End Notes: The actress who played Jeanie last name was Christian. Also in the revised final draft of the script of "The Fix" when Forest is with Jeanie inside the house at Seaview Pointe Jeanie asks Ben:

"Why Ben. Why couldn't you just let it go?"

Forest (grins) "Ever look in a mirror? Full-length?"

Jeanie (disgusted) "I've been trying to get that out of my mind. Forest (laughs) Oh, come on, angel. You meet some pink-cheeked cop and all of a sudden you've got religion!"