Sara's Work Problems

Sara's Work Problems

Chapter 11:

Starsky took her into his bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. Her skirt had become twisted so he removed it. Her hose looked uncomfortable, so he decided they needed to go also. He hesitated, how many times had he helped her undress; only now it seemed improper. He took a deep breath and tugged at the waistband and pulled them down. She was conscious enough to fight him, but too weak to stop him. He threw the hose down on the floor with her skirt, then pulled the blanket up around her. Even drugged you wouldn't have gone down without a fight. Hang in there babe, I won't let anything happen to you.

"Davey?" she whispered.

"Shhhh, it's late. Try to go to sleep."

"I love you."

"Uh-huh, go to sleep," he said as he bent down and gave her a light kiss on her forehead.

He walked back out to the kitchen where Hutch was waiting. "You might as well go home and get some sleep; she'll be out for awhile. I'm just gonna sack out here on the couch tonight."

"She's lucky, that was a close call. You have plenty of aspirin? She'll wake up with a major headache." Hutch saw the fear on his partner's face. "Hey buddy, it's ok, we got to her before anything happened. She's ok."

"I know. It's just my mind keeps playing the 'what if' game, and I don't like the alternative endings. All because I was being hard headed." He looked over at Hutch and glanced away. "I said some pretty mean things to push her away."

"This isn't your fault, we've seen this before. The guy was a predator, and he set his sights on her, you couldn't have controlled that. This isn't one you can blame yourself for, instead, you were there when it mattered, and stopped him." Stop beating yourself up buddy, it wasn't your fault.

"Ya, I know. Go ahead and get going, like I said, I'm going to crash here on the couch tonight."

The following morning Hutch brought breakfast. He let himself in and found Starsky asleep on the couch. Well at least you got some sleep.

The aroma of frying bacon woke Starsky, and he groggily made his way to the kitchen table and a fresh cup of coffee. "Mornin'. Smells good."

"Morning, get much sleep?"

"Off and on. She woke up about four o'clock, but she went back to sleep after I sat with her awhile. It's like her sub-conscious remembers things, but she doesn't remember anything."

"That's the effect of the drug. A woman won't have a clear memory of what happened, just bits and pieces, but it won't seem real. And then if the guy does get caught, the woman can't testify with much conviction about anything that happened."

"Go get cleaned up, I'll start a couple eggs and we can eat something."

"K."

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Starsky seemed preoccupied while the two ate. After they had cleaned up the dishes he turned to Hutch and said, "You mind staying here awhile with her? I have an errand I need to run. Shouldn't be too long."

"Sure, someone should be here if she wakes up. You ok?"

Starsky stood at the doorway with his hand on the door knob, "I need to go talk to Terry."

"I'll be here, do what you need to do."

Giving a silent nod to his friend, he slipped out the door.

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Sara slipped on the pair of jeans that were lying across the end of the bed. She made her way out to the living room and saw Hutch asleep on the couch. She was still tired and confused and didn't remember how she'd gotten to Dave's place. The sun was up, it was morning. She kept trying to remember what had happened the previous night, but everything seemed to be in a fog. There were no other sounds in the apartment; there was no Dave.

She sat down on the couch by Hutch and leaned into him, laying her head on his upper arm. Her movements woke him and he lifted his arm allowing her to cuddle into him more. It felt safe to be there and for some reason she needed to feel safe.

He smiled down at her and softly moved the hair away from her face. "Good morning. We were wondering when you were going to wake up."

"Mmmm, so tired. What happened…? Why am I…?" She looked up into his crystal blue eyes searching for answers to the questions she was having trouble asking.

"He gave you a drug, but Starsky and I got there before anything happened to you. You're ok, you're safe now." He pushed her head back to his chest. Sara closed her eyes and went back to sleep.