Author : Lady Blue 75

Beta reader : Nancy...Thank you my friend

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Their blue eyes embraced for a moment.

A moment frozen in time.

Frozen for only

a short

time.

1979...

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The left wing of Bay City General Hospital was a beautiful sanctuary. Stain glass had been crafted to adorn the large windows. When the sunlight shone through, a kaleidoscope of colors danced on the plants and flowers. On top the sanctuary crystal clear skylights had been placed, to add warmth for the tropical plants.

Among this beautiful sanctuary...

Hutch sat with his head down, legs crossed in the lotus position His elbows rested on his knees. He wore a comfortable white yoga suit, which resembled a karate suit. The garden at Bay City General Hospital had become a peaceful sanctuary.

Thoughts swirled throughout Hutch's mind. Would Starsky make it? Would he be the same ole Starsk? The car that hit Starsky was never found. The red headed nurse and the driver in the monkey mask...never found. Hutch rubbed his face. The detective couldn't wrap his head around it all. Too many unanswered questions, and the puzzle still did not fit. Hutch had been on edge, so meditating in the garden is what he needed.

Captain Dobey walked in the garden. Hutch had his eyes closed. The Captain cleared his throat loudly. "Dr. Yang said I should come here to meditate, I don't know how to meditate."

Hutch smiled as he waved his arm around the garden. "Just sit among the garden, Captain."

Captain Dobey scanned the garden. "I'm not going to sit on the ground, cross my legs and chant."

Hutch remarked. "Captain, there's a bench."

Captain Dobey sat down. His eyes gazed at the beauty of the garden. "Well this is beautiful. What smells so fragrant?"

Hutch pointed his finger. "That's Jasmine. See with the white flowers, Captain."

Captain Dobey admired the flower. "Beautiful, just beautiful."

They sat in the quite serenity of the garden. The detective broke the silence. "Captain, who was Dr. Murray? The twin brother or was it Broomswell himself?"

Captain Dobey sat and thought. Then in his graveled voice he stated. "The hospital stated there was no record that Broomswell escaped."

Hutch stood up and paced the floor, Suddenly he stopped. His blue eyes were dazed, he stared dead center into his Captain's serious brown eyes. "There's no record, that's the key Captain. The girl at the hospital stated, No Record." Hutch appeared deep in thought, and ran his hand though his blond hair, frustrated.

Captain Dobey spoke softly. "Son, don't do this to yourself. You've been under a lot of stress the past year, hell we both have.

Captain Dobey asked. "Why would anyone go through all that trouble to break Broomswell out? Why would they try to kill Starsky, you, or anyone for that matter? It doesn't make since, Hutchinson."

Hutch had irritation in his voice. "I sure as hell am going to find out, Captain! I'm gonna start by finding that girl at Rose Park Hospitals front desk. The girl said she was at the hospital, working her way through medical school. She's the one that stated there's no record that Broomswell escaped. She seemed nervous. She kept eyeing the hallway."

"Do you think she was being watched?" Captain Dobey asked with tension in his voice.

"I think she was trying to tell me, the good Dr. Broomswell had escape. She was scared Captain! Damn it, why did I not see this until now."

Hutch sat back down, as not to disturb the other guests. He spoke in a low but agitated voice. "He, she, whoever, is playing games with us. Wait a minute Captain, this person knew what time Starsky came home. Hell, they also knew I would, come home later." Hutch's mouth dropped, as he put both his hands in the air. "They've been watching us. It's someone we know. Someone...who was invited to Starsky's birthday."

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Dr. Yang walked in, she appeared tired, but at peace as she grabbed Hutch's hand. "Detective Starsky made it. Your friend has a strong will. He has been moved to recovery. His vitals are unusually strong. We will watch him closely, but I believe Detective Starsky will make it. Time will tell how Detective Starsky's brain will function. In 30 minutes, I will personally take you to him."

Hutch reached out, and shook Dr. Yang's hand. "Thank you Dr. Yang I do have two questions. The visions Starsky had been seeing, will they stop now? Hutch hesitated. "Also after Starsky recovers, would it harm him in any way to ask him about the car accident?"

Dr. Yang remarked. "We will have to wait. Some keep the visions indefinitely. Others, they never returned. Then there are those, the visions stay for months, years, and then one day they wake up and the visions are gone. "Dr. Yang clasped her hands in front of her. "It would be in Mr. Starsky's best interests, to allow him at his leisure to discuss the car crash. She walked away then turned, " I will return in thirty minutes."

Hutch put his fist in the palm of his hand, in a furious tone. "I'm going to catch those sons-of-a-bitch's who did this to Starsky. If it's the last thing... I ever do. We've missed something, Captain." Hutch raised his hand. "Who did we invite to Starsky's birthday? How many?

"Hey Blondie, Captain. You need the list. The Bear will deliver." Huggy smiled.

Hutch turned to see Huggy Bear, as he walked toward them. "That's right you made that list, Hug."

Captain Dobey asked. "Do you think you can find it, after all this time Huggy?"

"We are talking about The Bear, Captain. Anything and everything is kept in my safe. Now how is our favorite curly headed boy doing?"

Huggy listened intensely, as Hutch informed him how well Starsky had done through surgery. A wide grin covered Huggy Bear's face, his soft chocolate eyes smiled.

Captain Dobey remarked. "Well only one person can go into recovery, so I'm going to go grab lunch."

Huggy put his arm around the Captain's shoulder. "How would you like one of Huggy Bear's deluxe rib eye steaks, on the house, Captain, my good man?"

A grin formed across Captain Dobey's face. "Well that's an offer I can't refuse, thank you, Huggy."

Thirty minutes later...

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Dr. Yang stepped in. "Are you ready, Detective Hutchinson?" Hutch's mind seemed far away, but responded and nodded his head.

Dr. Yang explained. "Your friend is still heavily medicated, but he has tried to ask for you. He can't speak very much, right now. His throat is sore and dry from the surgery and medications, this will pass. In the meantime he may have ice, but no water."

A nurse approached Dr. Yang. "You have a phone call on line two, it's Dr. Eastman."

Dr. Yang hesitated. "Also it appears Detective Starsky is experiencing brain confusion, which is causing him to slur his words. This is normal after this type of surgery, but as I stated earlier. Time will tell, how well his brain will function."

She squeezed Hutch's arm, "Now I must take this important phone call. I will check back later."

Hutch tilted his head, he had compassion in his blue crystal eyes, and he thanked Dr. Yang.

Hutch walked over to the bed, his partner lay on. A tender voice left his mouth. "Hey Buddy, how do you feel?"

Starsky opened his eyes, they appeared groggy, but the light had come back in his sapphire eyes. Hutch reached and grabbed his hand gently. Starsky tried to talk, but his throat was dry from the surgery. Hutch grabbed the pitcher of ice and put a few pieces in Starsky's mouth. "Don't try to talk, Starsk, Dr. Yang said the surgery went well. You'll be as good as new soon." Hutch still held tight to Starsky's hand.

Starsky managed to whisper. "Hutch h h...red d Tom a to."

Hutch leaned in closer, as he tried to make out what Starsky had said. "Hit the... the...the m-man...who o." Starsky tried to speak, but his brain was all jumbled, therefore the words came out slurred."

Hutch had a cold compress for Starsky's head. He pushed Starsky's brunet curls back, and held it on his forehead. "Be still Starsk, don't worry about it; I have some new leads. Dr. Yang said, not to think about the accident."

Dr. Yang came in, she asked. "How is your friend responding, Detective Hutchinson?"

Hutch's features appeared concerned. "Well he started talking about the car crash, I tried to." Hutch held his hand to his tense forehead; the lines had formed deep crevices. "I tried to stop him."

Starsky tried to speak. The machine hooked up to Starsky started beeping. Dr. Yang eyed, Detective Starsky. "I must sedate him the memories could do more harm, so soon after surgery."

Starsky grabbed Hutch's hand. "Toron t. o hit me e e ...Hutch h h."

Dr. Yang gently squeezed Hutch's hand. "Go home, get some sleep. Come back tomorrow."

Hutch stared at Starsky their blue eyes became one. He held Starsky's hand tenderly. "I have to go Starsk, but I'll be back." Hutch pulled away reluctantly and closed the door softly.

Hutch bowed his head. His hand firmly touched his mouth, he breathed in deeply. "Starsky had said, Toronto and hit me." Hutch had searched the area where the crash had happened, with the assistance of other officers.

Their search ended with no Torino...

Later...

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Hutch walked down the hallway at the television station, as he rubbed his neck and moved his head to each side. He stopped at the front desk. "I'm here to see Christine Wayward."

The girl behind the desk asked. "Do you have an appointment?"

Hutch firmly remarked, as his hand reached in his pocket. "No, now guide me to Ms. Wayward's office." The detective held his badge for her to see.

Christine tapped Hutch on the shoulder.

Hutch turned to see the brunette woman. "We need to talk, Ms. Wayward."

Christine smirked. "We have nothing to talk about, Detective. You can't flash your badge here and expect me to jump."

Hutch squinted his eyes, a smirk formed across his lips. His hand reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a paper. Hutch glanced at the staring eyes, as he waved his hand around. "We can do this here, or in your office."

Christine quickly grabbed the paper; her eyes glanced at the words written. Christine's face drew downward; she raised her head and glared at the tall blond detective. "Follow me detective."

They moved immediately to her office, she opened the door. Christine motioned for Hutch to sit down. Hutch closed the door, but remained standing.

With a quiver in her lip, Christine managed to remark. "What is this about, Detective?

Hutch calmly gazed at her wall, his eye caught a certificate in a frame. "I heard about your promotion to evening news anchor." Hutch turned, to face Christine "Now, you have only been here a year. What puzzled me is how do you move from intern to evening news anchor in a month and a half? The evening news, now that's the big time, Ms. Wayward."

The brunette woman eyed Hutch, her features harsh. "Look Detective Hutchinson, I don't know what this is about. I proved I have passion for my job. Therefore I moved up rapidly."

Hutch had both his hands on her desk; his mouth formed a firm line. "You mean aggressor don't you Ms. Wayward, forging Maggie Wayward's name on my partners report. For God sake, Christine, your own sister. Maggie needed to remain anonymous, for her own safety. Do you realize what you have done, Christine."

Hutch pointed his finger at Christine. "You almost pulled it off Ms. Wayward. Except my partner never dots his i's, that aroused my curiosity. Did you really think I would let this go, without getting a handwriting analysis."

Christine laughed, as she leaned back in her chair. "You are delusional, Hutchinson. I do not have time for your allegations. Now I'm due on the air in fifteen minutes, you can show your way out.

Hutch looked down, as he stepped closer to Christine. A questionable look formed, he took a deep breath. Was it worth it Christine? To fabricate a story, for the power, money...a name for yourself. You almost cost my partner his badge. When it comes to Starsky, I always have his back...always. Do you understand me, Christine?"

Hutch moved toward the door and opened it. "Captain"

In walked Captain Dobey, Hutch handed his Captain the paper. The arrest warrant for Christine Wayward.

The Captain held up the warrant. "You can walk out quietly with us, or we can handcuff you, Ms. Wayward.

Christine held a satisfaction in her voice. "Wait till my father hears about this, he will have both your badges.

"I'm afraid not Christine, not this time." A man stood in the doorway. His salt and pepper hair matched his silver gray eyes. That appeared glazed with sadness.

Christine eyed the man bitterly. "You are not my father; a step father is not a real father." Suddenly! without warning, she lunged toward him.

Hutch looked at her, with sadness in his voice. "Don't do this, Christine."

She screamed loudly. "My father did this for me, he assured me no one would find out. Therefore, I would move up faster. Tell them, daddy."

Hutch grabbed Christine and handcuffed her around her wrists. "You have the right to remain silent...

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Two uniform officers came in the room. Captain Dobey motioned to them. "Ms. Wayward, these officers will escort you downstairs."

The officers grabbed each arm, as they walked out. Captain Dobey glanced at Hutch. "Hutchinson, go home, get some sleep, you look terrible."

Captain Dobey walked out, he signaled for the officers to follow him.

Hutch glanced at Christine's stepfather. "I'm sorry, sir."

The Police Commander stood and stared out the window. Hutch closed the door without delay and walked rapidly down the hall.

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Hutch had no plans to go home; he drove straight to the hospital.

Once at the hospital he found a chair close to Starsky's room. The detective grabbed a magazine, as his hands flipped through the pages. A blank expression covered those tired sky blues. The words along with the pictures just seemed to blur together. His face showed the worry of the unknown, at what his brunet companions future held?

Hutch stood up, as he stretched his arms over his head. His long legs walked toward the men's room. The blond splashed cold water on his face, then eyed the reflection that stared back. "If Starsk can't be a cop anymore, that would kill him, not at first, but slowly." Hutch looked down, then stepped out into the hallway. He felt, lost without Starsky.

Dr. Yang came down the hall. "Detective Hutchinson, your partner has been asking for you this morning."

Hutch glanced at his watch. "What time is it?"

Dr. Yang smiled. "Its 1:00 am."

Hutch was so tired and confused. "How long have I been here?"

The doctor took the worn out detective to Starsky. "I had another bed brought in; I am clear now you and your other half cannot be apart. There are pillows and blankets, sleep detective so you can be there for your friend...He will need you. Dr. Rose will be by later."

Hutch entered the room. "Hey, Starsk." Starsky held out his hand, Hutch reached out and grabbed his partners hand. "We did it Buddy, me and Dobey arrested Christine today. Thanks to the fact that you never dot your i's. Your name is gonna be cleared Starsk, you never wrote Maggie's name on your report."

Starsky grinned, as he squeezed Hutch's hand weakly. Hutch lay back in the cot right by Starsky's bed. Sleep came quickly, for the two friends who were closer then brothers.

The room turned darker with the setting sun. The moon rose high in the night sky, as it filled the room with a soft glow.

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In the dark still night a Red Torino pulled up at Venice Place, the silhouette of a woman stepped out. A black suit hugged her like a second skin. The moonlight caught the long blond hair that blew in the breeze.

Boldly she sashayed up to the beautiful pink building. The dark silhouette found a certain blond detectives apartment. Quickly the strange woman picked the lock.

Disturbed eyes stared at Hutch's guitar, a wickedness spread throughout her features. "We are going to destroy everything you luv Detective Hutchinson...

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