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!

A/N: Trying my hand a more of a Hutch story, then Starsky, although both of them will be prominent in this one, this will be more hurt Hutch.

Warning: This one will deal with a sexual assault, if you are sensitive to this subject, please read no further.

I want to thank a certain friend of mine, a name I will NOT mention, for her input into Kathy's emotional state and the after effects of a traumatic experience such as this.

Blame

Chapter Thirteen

The two detectives entered the crowded, smoke filled establishment, as the quickly split up, figuring they would be able to collect more information on their own rather then together.

Hutch saddled up to the bar as Starsky went closer to the front of the strip club stage, finding a table right up front. Instantly, his eyes locked with the sultry and buxom brunet that was highlighted on the stage, her dancing and gyrating instantly catching his attention. He smiled shyly at the woman who soon found herself dancing just for him.

She wore a royal blue sequenced bikini dress, along with long blue gloves and stiletto heels. Her dancing ability made Starsky very aware of why she was spotlighted as she continued to slither and make her way around the stage, peeling off her gloves and throwing the first one at the seated detective, draping it perfectly over his head. Blushing he pulled it off, and set it on the table in front of him. The cocktail waitress approached him, taking his order for one draft beer as she retreated to the bar to fetch his drink.

After peeling off her top, exposing two perfect and large orbs on her chest, the areola and nipples a darker color favoring the woman's darker skin, the woman on the stage, dropped to her knees, crawling on all four, mimicking a panther like stance as she slithered towards the enticed brunet. Still clad in a matching blue sparkling g-string, she crawled towards Starsky, his face quickly flushing from the attention.

Starsky dug deep in his pocket, pulling out a rather large roll of bills; on the outside of the wad was one dollar bills, with larger bills folded inside. She moved closer to him, her emerald green eyes lit up in excitement. It was very apparent that she enjoyed her job, and Starsky enjoyed watching her do it.

Hutch asked questions of the bar tender, the deafening sounds of the music mixed with the increase in cat calls made the blond turn around. He immediately watched what was causing the excitement in the venue increase as he watched the stripper make contact with his partner, making the blond pause his questioning, watching the events unfold, and finding himself oddly aroused by the performance.

The woman made her way to the front of the stage to the million dollar smile of the new customer that had found his way into her place. She whipped her legs around in front of her, sitting on the edge of the stage and sliding off of it, standing right in front of Starsky, her chest staring him smack dab in the face. He hadn't even noticed the new dancer that appeared on the stage, entertaining the rest of the spectators.

Starsky's own private dancer stood in front of him as he whipped out several bills, holding them folded, between his two fingers as she held out the string on her panties for him to place the tips. She bent over, her face in his, licking her lips as he too, leaned forward, speaking into her ear as loud as he could without allowing others to hear.

"I'm looking for a guy…" he started.

She pulled back, smiled at him and retorted sharply, "Honey your in the wrong club for that." She snorted in laughter as she continued her menstruations.

"That's not what I meant," he found himself back with his mouth at her ear, "he's a customer here, a regular…"

The woman pulled back, looked at him curiously and then bent back towards him. Starsky was impressed at how easily she kept the rhythm of the music and continued to dance without missing a beat.

"S'name's Ray…I hear he hangs out here a couple time a week…" Starsky finished as he backed up and watched the expression on her face.

Pulling out a ten from his wad of bills, he offered it to her and again she lifted her g-string outward allowing him to place it gently in a safe spot. She moved towards his ear. "I know who you're looking for, but not here, you'll have to pay for a private dance, there are rooms over there, " she flipped her head to the left of her, "it's gonna cost you, but I think I might be able to help." She stated as she turned and climbed back up on the stage with his assistance, making sure he held her arm to provide support for her, making sure she didn't fall off the tall heels she wore.

As soon as the song was finished the woman picked up the clothes she discarded that still remained on the stage. She looked back over her shoulder at Starsky, right before disappearing behind the curtain. She gave one final flip of her heard towards the curtain as she left the platform. Starsky looked over his shoulder and saw several doors, lined up against the wall, all gaudily decorated with flashing tiny lights, reminding him of a nickel arcade from back home. He stood quickly and made his way to the back of the room, only to be stopped by a very large and burly black bouncer. The man crossed his arms across his barrel chest, leaning back and eyeing the detective suspiciously.

Starsky looked back at the stage, hoping for the dancer's help, only to find a new woman taking the stage. He looked back at the bouncer, his brow raised nervously.

"The lady on the stage s'gonna dance for me." Starsky stated, looking up at the rather large man before him.

"Not until you pay the piper." The man's deep, rough voice reminded the brunet of a deep bass singer, his tone almost vibrating as he spoke. He held out his hand, palm up, flicking his fingers slightly.

"How much I owe ya?" Starsky asked as he dug back into his pocket and retrieved his money.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his tall blond partner, eyeing them curiously as Starsky kept his cool.

"A hundred dollars." He stated curtly, offering no other information.

"And exactly what do I get for my hundred?" Starsky asked, peeling several bills off the top of his wad.

"You get whatever she's willin' to give you. It's a private dance, what ever happens in there, stays in there…" he took the money from the smaller male, "just make sure you zip up before coming out." The large man turned and opened the door, granting entrance.

Starsky entered the small dimly lit room. One wall housed a floor to ceiling mirror, on the other side of the confined space was a small tan vinyl loveseat and the floor was adorned with blue shag carpet. Starsky sat on the uncomfortable sofa, looking around the room, the aroma of sex thick in the air.

Before long, the woman from the stage entered the room, clothed in her sequenced outfit, along with a thin silk robe covering her tiny frame, she smiled coyly and sauntered up to the brunet, sitting next to him, crossing her long leg, allowing it to cover part of his, tauntingly. She leaned in towards him, her finger ringing the ends of her long tresses as she bit her bottom lip.

"You like what you saw on stage?" She hissed, her hand coming up and rubbing his broad chest.

"Well, I guess you could say I thought you were very talented." Starsky smiled charmingly.

"You have no idea the extent of my talent." Her retorted as her hand traveled lower, stopping as she grasped his belt buckle.

"Whoa, hold on there a second honey, I think you misunderstood my interest in you." Starsky blurted out. "You said you got some info for me." He reached in his jacket and pulled out his badge, flashing it at her as she pulled back away from him.

"Yeah, I remember, just thought you'd like to have a little fun before pulling your badge on me." She remarked with a disappointed tone in her voice.

"M'fraid, I'm not that type of guy schweetheart." He looked at her, speaking in his best Bogey voice, giving her a wink, "I really just need to find out about this Ray guy…have you seen him around here recently?" Starsky asked, trying to put on the charm.

Disappointedly, the stripper pulled back, realizing that the detective was strictly business, unlike other officers that had made their way through there at other times.

"Recently?" She snorted in laughter, "What if I told you he's getting his rocks off in the room right next door."

Starsky's eyes opened wide as he sat up straight, perching himself on the edge of the loveseat. "Now?" He asked in disbelief, "You mean to tell me he's right next door? Which room?" He stood up, nearly shooting right out of the private room, but stopping himself just long enough to collect his thoughts.

"The one to the right of us." She stated, point next door, sensing his excitement and a feeling of fear lighting deep inside her.

He ran through the scenario in his mind, he would make his way to Hutch, let him know that Ray was right there in the same building, and the both of them would attempt tp apprehend him without incident. He realized that there were many innocent people here, and they had to ensure the safety of the woman he was with.

Starsky moved towards the door, reaching for his Beretta, he pulled it out, checked it and put it back in the holster. Lunging forward, he took the woman in the room, by the wrist and pulled her close to him. He dipped his head, looking deep into her eyes with genuine concern he spoke to her.

"Look honey, what's your name?" He asked, his eyes darting nervously to the door, and then back at her, he could feel his heart accelerating.

"Tonya, m'names Tonya." He noted the slight tremor in her words.

"I'm gonna go out there and talk to my partner whose right across the room, I want you to stay in here until I give you the all clear. You got that?" He asked as he looked with deep intent at her.

She nodded nervously, "You won't tell him I told you…will you?" She spoke in a mere whisper, not realizing the gravity of what she had just done until this very moment.

"Notta chance." He smiled at her and then kissed her cheek as he moved to the door and pulled it open. "Just stay put."

Starsky reached for the door, pulling it open, Tonya watched him disappear on the other side.

Starsky stood at the small walkway, scanning the area, looking for his partner who was not where he had left him. Finally his eyes locked on him coming back for a hallway, at the side of the bar he was left at. Just seconds before Starsky took his first strp in that direction, the door to his right opened and a man and woman came stumbling out, locked in an embrace. The brunet froze, staring at the man who took the woman in both arms, her back to Starsky.

The brunet detective's worst nightmare happened when the man looked up at him, locking eyes, recognizing him immediately. He shoved the petite woman into Starsky, who caught her before she fell to the ground. Like a bullet them man turned and ran back into the room they had come out of.

"Hutchhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Starsky shouted out as he set the girl on the ground and turned to run after the man, hoping his partner was right behind him.

To Be Continued