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Disclaimer: I own the rights to no one, even myself sometimes as I allow Starsky and Hutch to take control and make me write. The OC's are mine, and the story belongs to yours truly.

Authors Note: This story is a sequel to 'Offspring' which can be found on my web page. It won third place for romantic relationship story. (Torino Award) I had told everyone that I had planned a sequel, to further explore the possible relationship between Starsky and Hutch's sister, Kelli. Well here it is, just to recap…Starsky and Kelli became close when Simon Marcus' goons had kidnapped them. Kelli, at the time, had an abusive boyfriend, Bobby, which she quickly ditched (with Starsky and Hutch's help.) Well, Bobby was gone, but not for good…

Second Chance

Chapter Fourteen

Starsky woke up, finding himself sitting in the middle room, slumped forward, both of his hands bound together in front of him, by his own handcuffs, and attached to a long metal chain. He quickly heard the sound of the chain clanking against the wood floor as he felt it becoming tauter, pulling slightly against the cuffs around his wrists. He felt a sharp stab of pain in his shoulder as his arms were pulled out in front of him and they started to rise.

He gasped as he struggled to get to his feet, trying to keep up with his rising arms, gasping as he moved, feeling the bone behind his left shoulder blade move as it ground against the broken piece.

"Stop…don't…" He pled as the realization struck him and he remembered where he was and who was with him.

"Where's Kelli?" He heard Bobby's voice but couldn't see where it was coming from.

"Please don't do this…" Starsky said, the sweat beginning to bead up on his face, glistening across his brow.

He was surprised to feel the movement of the chain stop. He sighed heavily, trying to keep in control of his pain and his fear.

"One more time…where's the bitch?" Bobby's voice was dark and ominous.

Starsky kept silent, trying to prepare himself for what was to come. He knew he could never tell Bobby where Kelli was, she was safe for the time being and he planned on keeping it that way. The chain began to move again and Starsky stepped from side to side trying to get himself in a more comfortable position as both of his arms were painfully lifted above his head.

"Jesussssss!" He fumed as he panted and tried desperately to breathe threw the excruciating burning that radiated through his shoulder. "Bobby, you have to stop this…it's over, she's gone…I don't know where she went…" Starsky gasped as he clenched his teeth together. "She isn't worth it, you gotta let it go…hurting me isn't going to get you her…Hutch won't let you an' neither will I! You gotta let it go!" Starsky pled as he felt the world around him spin out of control, feeling the uneasy feeling of consciousness slipping away.

His arms were full extended above his head, he rested his face against his right arm, swallowing hard, fighting to stay awake. The chain stopped moving again as he heard footsteps and a door open and then slam shut again. Bobby was gone, but where? He looked up to the ceiling to see the chain that was attached to his wrists, through the cuffs, threaded through a pulley attached to one of the many wooden beams that spanned the ceiling.

oooOOOooo

The lights from the police cars flashed across the night's sky as several cars arrived on scene. The reflections off the red car, made the lights appear even brighter. The hood of the Torino had popped straight up, smoke billowing from the engine as an eerie hissing noise cut through the air. The first officer on scene, reached through the driver's side window, quickly but gently touching the blond victim's neck, checking for a pulse.

"He's alive, get an ambulance!" The auburn haired man shouted over his shoulder at his partner.

Hutch stirred under the officers hand, "It's okay, take it easy," the officer tried to coax the blond, "help is on its way…just try not to move…" He soothed.

"No…no…I gotta get outta here…Starsks…waiting for me…needs me," Hutch said slowly, trying to explain the dire situation he was in, but not making any sense.

"I'm sure your girlfriend will wait…she'll understand…just take it easy okay?" He stated, clearly misunderstanding what Hutch was saying.

Hutch struggled to sit up, his head swimming even harder as a wave of nausea hit him and he gagged, almost losing it all over Starsky's front seat, knowing that his partner would be furious with him.

"Help me out of here." Hutch pled as he pushed against the door, the creaking of twisted metal grating his nerves.

"I don't think it is a wise decision to move sir…" The young man protested.

"I'm Detective Sergeant Ken…Hutchinson…and I am on official…police business…now, would you please help me out of this car!" Hutch stammered as he fought his way out on his own.

Officer Drake reached over and offered his hand to help support the tall blond as he pulled himself out of the front seat, propping himself against the roof of the car and the door. He looked over the hood and saw the damage that Starsky's beloved Torino had sustained and rolled his eyes, looking up at the sky above.

"Great, just great…Starsky's gonna kill me…" He whispered to himself, pushing away from the car and stumbling into Officer Drake's waiting arms as they both walked towards the safety of his patrol car.

"Drake!" Another officer called out, "Just got word over the radio, a Captain Dobey is on his way up, wants us to keep Detective Hutchinson here until he arrives…ETA 15 minutes."

Drake looked at Hutch, "Your Captain I presume?" He asked the blond.

"Good guess." Hutch sighed as Drake helped him sit in the front seat of his cruiser, dropping his pounding head into his hands.

"Tell his Captain he'll be here, he's in no condition to fight." Drake confirmed and the looked back at the defeated officer. "Where were you headed?" he asked.

"To save my partner, looks like I let him down again." Hutch retorted, the sadness that weighed heavily in his voice touched Drake.

"We'll just see about that." Drake gave Hutch a supportive pat on the shoulder as he looked down the road, just waiting for his Captain to arrive.

oooOOOooo

Starsky stood there with his arms above his head as he waited for at least 15 minutes. His arm burnt, it throbbed until finally beginning to go numb. The door flew open as Bobby entered the cabin, a thin branch in one hand and an evil twinkle in his eye. He whipped the thin switch through the air, causing it to make a whistling sound. Starsky knew what Bobby's intent would be; he was going to use it on the curly haired brunet and he also knew that it was going to be painful.

Bobby slowly walked around the restrained brunet, a smile and calm blanketing the crazed man. He turned to face Starsky, holding the switch in his right hand.

"Where's Kelli?" He asked, his eyes black as coal.

"I don't know." He said defiantly.

Bobby lifted the switch and sliced it through the air and across the abdomen. Even through the shirt, it sliced his skin, leaving an instantaneous raised welt.

Starsky pulled against his restraints, tugging at his injured shoulder, trying to pull himself away from the pain only to find himself causing more.

"Kelli?" Bobby insisted.

Starsky just locked eyes with the man; he knew that Bobby would have to kill him before he would give up her whereabouts. Bobby raised the switch again, bringing it back down across his chest.

Starsky breathed through the pain as he inhaled and exhaled sharply through his teeth.

"I ain't talkin'." He gasped, "So go 'head an' kill me if you want, I won't tell you shit!" He exclaimed angrily, the pain and exhaustion getting to him.

Bobby stopped in his tracks, looking at the defiant brunet with respect. "Well, if that is they way you want to play it, I'm game." He stated calmly as he dropped the thin branch to the floor. "I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this, but you've left me no choice."

Starsky watched as Bobby walked over to the couch and retrieved a small black bag. Caring it back to the middle of the room, he knelt to the ground, opening it up, spreading both sides apart, and digging through it.

"See, you probably forgot that I am, was, a nurse, and being in that field," Starsky's eyes grew wide as he watched Bobby take out several syringes and vials of liquid, "I had access to some of the strongest and most dangerous drugs there are…"

"What…what are you doin' Bobby?" Starsky stuttered slightly, not know what the mad man had in mind. His brain quickly thinking back to his partner and the time that Forrest and his men had hooked him on heroine, he remembered the pain and agony that Hutch went through trying to beat his addiction and the pain that Starsky himself experienced trying to help him. He didn't want Hutch to have to go through this with him. Truth was, drugs scared Starsky, and it was one of the few things that did.

Bobby took a fresh syringe in one hand and a small vial of liquid in another, tipping it upside down and inserting the needle into the rubber cap, withdrawing the fluid into the barrel, pulling back on the plunger.

"Let me guess, you weigh approximately 175-190, is that about right? I wouldn't want to give you a lethal dose, at least not yet…" Bobby hissed as he completed the transfer of medicine and put the bottle back in the black bag.

"Don't do this Bobby, you really don't wanna do this…Hutch'll find me and when he does, he's comin' after you…" Starsky tried desperately to persuade the man, who simply held the syringe up in front of him, tapping it with a flick of his finger and gently expressing a tiny squirt of the liquid.

"That's okay, don't answer me, a little too much shouldn't kill you." Bobby finished as he stood, walking slowly towards the detective.

"Wh…what's in there? What are you going to give me?" Starsky stammered nervously.

"It could be anything, now couldn't it? Anything from an antibiotic, though I highly doubt that, to a medication to make you flip out. How about a hallucinogenic? Wouldn't that be fun? I would love to watch you trip!" Bobby started to laugh hysterically. "A stoned cop! That would be great…" Then he stopped suddenly, once again becoming stoic. "It could be something to paralyze you, or knock you out…did you know that there are even drugs that can make you impotent? Hell, I could literally chemically castrate you!" Bobby growled, coming closer and closer with the syringe.

The perspiration began to bead up on Starsky's face, becoming more and more evident as it began to drip downwards. "B…Bobby, look…you gotta listen." Starsky attempted to reason.

"You gonna tell me what I want to know, or not?"

Starsky paused briefly, knowing that he had no choice, he wasn't about to give up Kelli, he knew that him being injected with whatever that liquid was, was inevitable.

"No." He said solemnly.

He felt the prick in his right arm as he pulled way, trying to stop the injection. His position and his injury, really made his attempts futile as Bobby laughed at him, pulling back on the plunger. Starsky looked on in horror as he saw blood flow into the syringe barrel and Bobby quickly expressing all its content into the brunet's vein. Starsky thrashed about in his restraints, his legs kicking out at Bobby as the man simply jumped back, leaving the syringe dangling from Starsky's arm.

"You're a dead man Bobby, you hear me? A dead man!" Starsky shouted as he started to feel the effects of the drugs that were surging through his veins as his head began to swim, his vision blurring slightly as he let his head lob forward, his chin resting on his chest.

To Be Continued…