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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 Fourteen

"What the hell?" Kiles said to himself as he looked around, waiting for the lights to come back on.

Starsky kept his head down, looking at the ground before him, his eyes closing as he thanked his partner for his quick thinking. He already knew that Hutch had to have had something to do with this stroke of luck.

Kiles waited a few more seconds, then flipped the light switch on the wall on and off a couple times just to see if it was working. "Looks like you lucked out Jew boy!" he seethed as he opened the door of the room, and shouted down the hall. No one answered his call; he looked back at the exhausted and restrained prisoner before making his way out of the room.

Kiles walked down the hall, noting the empty space, looking around, for someone. He opened the exterior door of the building, nearly hitting the newest member of his clan in the chest. He stood and looked at a startled tall blond. "Cummings, do me a favor," he spoke to Hutch, looking around for his absent right hand man, "go inside and get the prisoner," he explained reaching in his pocket and pulled out a key ring with merely to iron keys on it, "take him back to the cell an' lock his ass up. I need to see what the hell happened to the power." He finished as he continued to look around.

"Sure thing." Hutch agreed, his heart rate increasing, knowing that he would soon be close to his partner.

"You seen Rigsby around anywhere?" Kiles asked, looking deeply into Hutch's ice blue eyes.

"No, not me, haven't seen him…" he explained, looking around in a mock search of the man.

"Okay, listen up here Kent…I want you to go inside, third door on the left, you'll find the dirt bag there. Untie him and take him back to his cell in the middle of the courtyard. Lock him up and then I want you to find Rigsby and tell him I'm lookin' for him, have him meet me in my office, you got that?" he asked, the look of intent evident on his face as he looked up at the blond.

"Got it." Hutch answered, reaching out and taking the keys from the evil man's hand, fighting the overwhelming urge to kill the man right then and there.

Montag ran up to the both of them, his breathing rapid as he stood there obviously winded. "It's Andrews, he's on the phone." Montag informed Kiles.

"It's about fucking time." He spat as he looked back at Hutch who stood there staring at him. "Get moving!" He ordered as Hutch hopped to and headed in the building. Kiles followed Montag back to the building that housed his office.

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Hutch slowly made his way down the long hallway, every step on the concrete floor echoing in his head. He looked around, the cop training kicking into high gear as his heightened senses started to take over. His eyes darted around constantly, looking at the doorways, then in front of him and then behind, making sure that no one was near. After what seemed to be a lifetime, he finally made his way to the third door on the left, pausing briefly to take one more look around before turning the handle slowly, his stomach jumping in anticipation of finally seeing his partner, his best friend, his other half. He was worried and relieved at the same time. He pushed the door open hesitantly as he took one step inside. He heard Starsky's ragged breathing coming from the far side of the room. He waited slightly, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark room, making out the shadow of a form against the wall.

Inhaling deeply he continued into the room, turning and closing the door behind him, feeling the knob and turning the center of it to lock it. He heard a groan escape from the brunet.

"Shhhhhhhh Starsk, it s'okay it's me." He whispered.

He let out another barely audible moan as every noise tugged at the blonde's heartstrings. Hutch made his way carefully across the room, seeing his partner's form, and noticed that the brunet's head was lobbed forward, causing Hutch to be concerned.

"Starsk, you hear me?" Hutch asked as he moved closer, not wanting to startle him. "It's okay now, m'here." He reassured his friend as he reached out with his right hand to touch Starsky's forearm that was stretched out to his side.

"N…noooo…p…please, no." Starsky gasped, his head still hung forward, his chin on his chest. "S…sir…nooo…"

Hutch quickly realized that his partner was begging for mercy, pleading for the unbearable pain that he had been subjected to, to end, the blond inhaled deeply, fighting against his own anger and pain. "Auh Starsk, it's me, Hutch." He said gently as his hand made contact with his partner's arm.

He immediately felt Starsky's body start to shake as it tensed up, the brunet pulling against his restraints, trying to stop whatever contact was being made with him.

"Dear God buddy, what'd they do to you?" Hutch asked as he released Starsky's arm, not wanting to make him uneasy or afraid.

Hutch felt the lump in his throat growing in size as his stomach contents threatened to make an appearance. He swallowed hard as his mind raced, trying to figure out what he was going to do next. He had to get his partner out of this situation, and he had to do it now. He knew that much, but how?

"Starsky, listen to me …I'm gonna get you out of this, it's me Hutch…please, I'm not going to hurt you, you gotta trust me." Hutch tipped his head, trying to get Starsky to look at him with out forcing him to.

He saw the brunet's eyes focused on the ground, transfixed on something that only he could see, not willing, or not able to look him in the face.

"Didya hear me Buddy? I'm gonna help you." Hutch tried to encourage a response of understanding from his partner.

There was a momentary pause before Starsky's words sliced through the blond like a knife…"Y…yes Sir…" he stuttered as Hutch closed his eyes and allowed a piece of his own heart to be shattered, watching his partner react like this, knowing that this was part of the 'conditioning' that he was forced to endure. "No more…please…no more Sir."

Hutch noticed how his friend was strapped to the metal wall so barbarically, he had no idea what all they had done to him, but he knew there was more then just what he had witnessed himself. Nervously, he looked back at the door, knowing that he was limited on time, he needed to get through to Starsky and he needed to do it fast.

"Starsky, listen to me pal…I gotta get you out here, but I am gonna need your help…do you understand me?" Hutch asked his heart racing.

The dark haired detective shut his eyes tightly, squeezing them hard briefly before reopening them. "You with me Gordo?" Hutch continued to try and coax him back to reality.

Starsky still wouldn't look at the tall blond; his eyes still focus down in front of him as he nodded subtly. "You sure about that?" Hutch asked as Starsky nodded again, fighting against his own demons, trying to fight through his own fears.

"M' here Hutch…it hurts…God it hurts…" Starsky gasped, talking quietly and still with a certain air of insecurity.

"Listen Buddy, I'm gonna untie you now…okay?" Hutch wanted to explain everything he was doing, trying to regain his best friends trust, a part of him dying over the fact that he had lost it in the first place. "We're getting the hell out of here." Hutch vowed.

"N…no…can't." Starsky stammered and Hutch was unsure about whether or not the brunet understood his words.

"We gotta Buddy…you're going with me." Hutch reinforced as he started to untie Starsky's right wrist from the metal meshing.

"Billy…can't leave Billy here." Starsky tried to lift his head, briefly looking at Hutch and then dropping his gaze quickly. "He tried to help me….I gotta get him out Hutch…p…please…help him…" Starsky pled, his exhaustion, pain and fears very evident in his words and the sporadic breathing that he was exuding. "Get 'im out first Hutch, comeback for me."

Hutch knew at that very instant that there was no way he was leaving Starsky behind, so that meant that he would need to take two prisoners with him on his escape. That definitely put a wrench in his grab and go plan. He decided that he would need to return Starsky to his outside cell and see what kind of condition the boy was in, then he would decide how and when to make his move. He didn't care if he had to take on the whole camp, they were getting out of there, and they were getting them out soon. His mind wandered to Dobey, wondering how things were going on his end, were they even making any head way in finding them, or were they on their own completely. Either way, he knew he couldn't wait any longer to be rescued, as far as he was concerned they were on their own and he was going to take care of it himself.

Hutch finished untying his partner's wrists as the brunet fell forward, unable to hold himself up on his own accord. He had had very little sleep, barely any food, and had been torture, beaten and electrocuted, draining every ounce of strength that the man once held. Hutch always felt that Starsky was one of the strongest men he ever knew, and to see him now, reduced to a feeble, terrified man, clearly broke Hutch's heart. The blond reached out to catch Starsky as he fell forward only to have his best friend flinch in fear, trying to avoid any contact whatsoever. He didn't know what to do, to force physical contact with his partner, or to give him space to get rid of all the demons that had been forced on him by this group of Nazi type terrorists. Reluctantly, Hutch allowed the brunet to fall forward, to his knees.

The tall blond let out a loud gasp as he looked at Starsky's bare back. Scrawled across his shoulders, dried blood and swollen skin still showing the fresh evidence of a word being carved into his skin. J-E-W

"Son of a bitch!" Hutch raised his voice, his anger rising, his blood starting to boil. He knew that someone was going to pay for what they had done to the man that meant the most to him in this world.

"What?" Starsky asked, gasping trying to muster up strength to get to his feet on his own, "What…is it?" he asked.

Hutch's eyes softened in sadness of what he was witnessing, he needed Starsky to stay strong, and he needed him to believe that they were not defeated and that they were on their way, getting out of this situation. He knew that he couldn't tell him, not yet. He needed to find the right time to tell him how these barbarians had desecrated his body in one of the vilest ways that the seasoned detective had ever witnessed in his life.

"Nothing, it's nothing, don't worry about it." Hutch reassured his friend. "You okay? Need some help?" He offered his hand out in front of him, thrilled to see Starsky reach up with a trembling hand and grasp it firmly, pulling himself to his feet and next to Hutch. They both enjoyed the feeling, the sensation of being close, supporting each other, one physically, one mentally. Hutch grabbed Starsky around the waist, trying his best to give him the support he needed without looking like he was helping the prisoner too much as they made their way out into the courtyard and back to his cell.

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Kiles was back in his office, the phone pressed firmly against his ear as he listened intently.

"Well we were expecting you yesterday." He fumed into the mouthpiece. "Did you run the background check on the new prisoner?" he asked and then waited for a response.

"What the hell do you mean no? I told you I wanted it done yesterday! He's nearly ready for sale, and I need to make sure the title on him is free and clear!" He shouted. "I don't give a shit how busy you've been Andrews! What good is having a cop on your payroll if he's too busy to do his fucking job? Now I want you here in 3 hours, and I want the info I asked for! While you're at it, I want a check run on one Kent Cummings, he's new to my organization and I wanna make sure he is on the up and up." Kiles yelled at the caller and then slammed the receiver back onto its cradle.

To Be Continued…