Disclaimer: I do not own the guys; I just tend to play with them a bit…

Dedication: To many of my friend's that inspire and sometimes push me to write…THANK YOU ALL!

Warnings: This one may be a bit dark at times and some scenes of torture lie ahead…The views of this story are in no way reflected by the author!

No Turning Back

Chapter Twelve

Billy slowly entered Hutch's room, pushing the door open slightly as he peeked around the doorway, finding the room empty. He stepped in cautiously and closed the door, his eyes tracing around the small space as he looked for nothing in particular. He sat on Hutch's bed, the mattress feeling more then inviting to the weary child. He had had very little sleep over the past couple of days and the fatigue was setting in. Pushing himself up on the bed completely, he used his arms to lift his body towards the pillow. Laying back he allowed the comfort surrounding his body to consume him quickly, into a deep, peaceful slumber.

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Hutch allowed the hot pulsating shower to beat against his aching back, stretching his neck, backwards and forwards, trying to loosen up the stiffness that was building. It felt good, he needed this to wash away the filth that covered his body and to try and relax his body from the tension that racked it since his arrival at this concentration type camp. He knew there were other prisoners, but had yet to see them. How many were here, he had no idea, but he knew he had to help them, but first he had to take care of his partner. He finished soaking up the heat and pulsing of the shower, and turned and shut it off. Flinging back the curtain, he grabbed the dingy yellow towel that he had slung over the sink, wrapping it around his waist. His tall frame and taught back muscles flexed with every move as the water dripped from his wet blond locks.

Stepping out of the stall, he headed back down the hallway to his room. All the tenants on the east side of the building shared one bathroom, the ones on the west shared another.

He walked into his room, instantly spotting the sleeping Billy on his bed. He knew the boy was tired and needed his rest, he also knew that he needed to know how his partner was. Hutch allowed the boy to continue to sleep as he searched the room for clean clothes to wear. Finding a change of clothes, he looked over his shoulder, making sure that Billy was still sleeping. He carefully pulled the pants on, under his towel, hiking them over his hips and buttoning them. He finished dressing by pulling a sweater over his head, thrusting both arms into the sleeves.

The tall detective looked down at the peacefully sleeping child, sitting on the bed next to him, his own fatigue taking control of his body. He lay back, staring at the ceiling, his forearm on his forehead, eyes blinking, feeling heavy and gritty with every movement. He closed his eyes one final time, it felt so good, he knew that just letting them rest for a few minutes wouldn't hurt anything.

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Kiles walked through the yard, occasionally when sleep eluded him; he would walk the grounds, taking in his accomplishment and the new world that he was creating, one Jew at a time. He enjoyed the cool crisp night air, seeing his breath play out in front of him in the form of fog as it lifted into the dark sky, the deeper he breathed the more the fog. He made his rounds, first to the men inside the barrack type buildings, the ones that had earned their rights to be able to sleep inside, on hard cots barely wide enough for their thin frames. Many of them were emaciated, frail from months of near starvation and abuse. Some were still in fairly good shape, sure to fetch Jason Kiles top dollar on the black market. The thought excited him and he felt himself actually becoming aroused at his achievements as he eyed each and every one of them. He decided quickly that it would be best for him to take his reacting body outside, into the night air, to clear his thoughts, and focus on the prizes that awaited him.

He left the building, the cold air hitting his cheeks harshly. He walked into the middle of the yard, passing the three cages that held any prisoners that were being 'difficult'. The old man was now in the cage on the left as Kiles rounded the corner. He had earned minimal clothing back, a pair of shorts, but nothing else. He wasn't even shaking anymore, his body seemingly adapting to the cool temperatures. He passed the elderly male and stopped in his tracks as he looked in on the center cage and found a fully clothed Jew.

"Son of a bitch!" Kiles shouted as he looked down at the sleeping brunet. "Guard!!!!" He screamed out, his anger boiling over as Starsky jerked awake sitting up slowly, his body once again screaming out with the sudden movements.

"Where'd you get the clothes?" Kiles asked a confused and only partially awake Starsky.

The brunet stayed silent, it took him a minute to remember where he had gotten them, and once he did, he wasn't about to tell the insanely angry man that stood before him.

"I asked you a question!" Kiles shouted as the guard positioned himself in front of his boss, nervously trying several keys, attempting to unlock the cage. By this time, several other guards had joined the trio.

"I had t…them hidden…" Starsky stuttered, knowing that what was about to happen was going to be painful and there was even a chance that this time, he may not survive. But he also knew that he couldn't give up the child that tried to help him.

Kiles burst into the cell followed by the largest of the guards. He grabbed a handful of Starsky's hair, snapping his head backwards, exposing his neck. Drawing a large knife from the back of his waistband of his jeans, his placed the cold steel blade against the trembling man's throat, applying just enough pressure to make him flinch, feeling the sharp edge barely pierce his flesh.

"Now tell me where you gottem!" Kiles demanded, growling, his lips pursing together.

"The boy…it was the goat boy…" A voice from behind Kiles spoke.

Jason turned to see the old man, weakly trying to push himself up off the cold concrete ground. "Billy brought them."

Starsky felt his heart seize in panic as Kiles released his hair, giving it a final shove forward, just for good merit.

Kiles looked at one of his guards that still stood outside the box, "Get me the boy." He ordered as the guard ran off obediently.

"No…no…no…don't…I mean…he didn't do shit…leave him alone…if…if you wanna punish someone, punish me…just…just leave the boy…alone." Starsky pled as Kiles laughed, walking past him and leaving the cage, the other guard following close behind.

"You don't know how it works 'round here…see…if someone crosses me, that it is my job to teach them a lesson…" He said quietly as he turned his back on the detective, walking away slowly. "Now we wait." He stated as they all paused in the center of the courtyard and waited patiently for Kiles next victim to be brought to him, the evil man becoming aroused once again.

"No…please God…no…" Starsky gasped as he allowed his forehead to rest against the cold black steel of the bars of his confines, his desperation blossoming to a whole new level. "Hutchhhh." He whispered, silently praying for the White Knight to ride in and save the day.

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Hutch's mind wandered peacefully in his dream state, he and Starsky running through the streets of Bay City, tearing after a wanted criminal. Just the way it should be, Starsky out in front, and Hutch watching his back. Even though they were headed into danger, at least they were able to watch out for each other…suddenly the scene faded to a beautifully sunny day on a crystal clear beach. Both of them in shorts and shirtless, lounging in the warm sun, enjoying the mild Southern California weather…Two beautiful women jogging, catching both of their attention as the rose up, propping themselves up on their elbows, watching the scenery as it the women's assets bounced on by.

He was suddenly jolted out of his mirage by the door to his room being flung open loudly, the handle bouncing off the wall. Rigsby shouted out as he eyed the boy who sat up startled and scared by the rude awakening. Hutch tried to clear the fog from his head as quickly as possible. Billy curled up on the bed, slowly scooting himself farther back against the wall until he had no where else to retreat.

Hutch tried to place his body between the intruders and the fearful child as Rigsby approached him, reaching out and grabbing Billy by the wrist, roughly jerking him from the bed and onto the ground next to him.

"You little son of a bitch…Kiles knows that it was you that took that Jew his clothes an' know he wants to see you!" Rigsby growled as Billy's eyes locked with a frightened Hutch. He showed no terror in his gaze, just a simple acceptance of what was to come.

"I'm…m'sorry…he was cold…" Billy answered as Rigsby pulled him closer to him, yanking him up on his feet.

"Hey listen, take it easy on the kid…he really didn't hurt anything, did he?" Hutch tried to convince Rigsby, earning him a roar of laughter.

"Well of course he didn't hurt anything, but he tried to help the Jew…he might as well of slapped Kiles across the face…No one, no one, interferes with Kiles conditioning treatment." Rigsby looked down at the child, "And now you're gonna pay for it."

One of Jason's henchmen took the child and drug him from the room, followed by another one of Kiles men. Hutch stood, preparing to follow the group only to be stopped by a third man. "We'll send for you when its time, don't worry, we wont let you miss the show!" he said with a sickening smile washing across his face.

Hutch took a step forward, about to step in and stop this from happening. He thought about the child and about his partner the expression on his face changing to anticipation.

"Look, I don't want anything to happen to that kid…he didn't do anything wrong…at least not as far as he can tell, he's just a child." Hutch expressed his feelings.

"Don't worry, Kiles wont kill him, he's all we got to keep his old man in line…his father calls here every week just to talk to him, make sure he's alive…in return, he does whatever he is told, without protest. Makes Kiles a fortune in this line of work, if you know what I mean?" The tall red haired winked at Hutch and then left the room, closing the door behind him.

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Starsky sat in his cell; he was a little surprised that they had not taken his clothes from him. The older man that had been held in the cell next to him was rewarded handsomely for turning the kid in. He was now treated to new warm clothes and a hot meal in the cafeteria in return for his loyalty. Starsky felt his dread and doom building from deep inside, at the very core of his being. Either Starsky or the child would be made to suffer for their indiscretion, and the brunet detective only hoped it would be him.

He watched as Rigsby walked with the boy, dragging him half the time if he tripped, until he was able to get his feet underneath him, and attempted to keep up with the larger man's frantic pace. Starsky's heart seized and cramped up, his stomach knotting.

Billy's eyes locked with Starsky's as they came nearer, there was an expression that the brunet read as a calmness, and a resolve about his fate and what was to come. Starsky didn't feel the same, he wasn't about to go into this calmly, he couldn't. If they attempted to harm the boy then Starsky would sacrifice himself to ensure the child's safety.

"Ready to watch him pay for your sins?" Kiles asked Starsky as he delivered a brutal kick to Starsky's side, knocking him to the ground, leaving him gasping for breath.

To Be Continued….