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…I thank you all…and Brook, you ARE and ALWAYS will be my muse…

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 Four

The light drizzle that blanketed the air drifted over Starsky's limp form. His skin glistened from the moisture as his clothes began to hold in the wetness, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

Two men rushed to his side, taking position next to the injured and barley conscious detective. The one to his right, gently patted his cheek, "Come on Starsky, wake up…can you hear me? Wake up…" He pled as Starsky's head lobbed from side to side. He was moaning and mumbling with a low throaty tone.

"….u..tch…" he groaned, his head again swaying back and forth "…utch…"

The man to the left of Starsky looked up at his partner, speaking rapidly, an obvious panic evident in his shaking voice. "Dobey's gonna kill us when he finds out we let this happen to him…" He shucked off his coat and laid it over the injured detective, trying to warm him up.

"Just shut up and go call for an ambulance, tell them officer down and get some back up over here." The more senior officer directed his partner as the younger man ran off.

"Dave, it's me…Roger…hang in there, you're gonna be just fine, helps on its way, just hang in there." Officer Hancock tried to comfort his colleague.

Within 10 minutes both officers could hear the sirens from emergency vehicles cutting through the night air, from a distance at first, but slowly moving nearer. They kept Starsky as comfortable as possible until the EMT's arrived to take over his care.

ooo

The limo had been driving around town for about 15 minutes, they were still within the city limits when the car pulled into a parking lot and stopped. Hutch looked around inquisitively, and he furrowed his brow and returned his attention to Rigsby.

"What's going on, why'd we stop?" Hutch asked.

Montag reached into his pocket and pulled out a long black cloth strap, "Put it on." He ordered.

Hutch snorted in laughter, "What are you kidding me? You want to blindfold me? Whatsa matter, don't you trust me?" Hutch tried to joke, but he knew this was no laughing matter. Once his eyesight was taken away, he would have little to no idea where he would be traveling. He would have no way to find his way back, no way to go for help if he had no clue where he was. He also knew, he couldn't refuse their request.

Shrugging his shoulder he half smiled, "Suit yourself." As he leaned forward, allowing the man sitting next to him to apply the blind fold securely, and he made sure he did.

"No just sit back Kent, and try to relax. I promise you're going to enjoy what I have to show you." Rigsby vowed as Hutch did his best to keep his nerves calm. He kept thinking about his partner and praying that he was okay. He knew Starsky was the strongest man he had ever known in his life and he knew that he was okay, he had to be.

He needed to know that his friend was okay, he needed to ask, but he was afraid to. He leaned forward; his ran his hand through his blond hair as he thought of a way.

"That Jew back there, at the bar…" Hutch started, a lump getting caught in his throat. "You killed him, right?" Hutch spat out, the rancid taste of those very words burned his mouth.

"We were about to until a couple of good Samaritans ran us off. But don't worry, he'll feel us with him for a long time to come." Montag seethed as he and his posse gring and laughed in unison.

"Well, I guess you did the best you could." Hutch sat back, sighing slightly, relieved that his partner had help.

"Maybe next time…" Rigsby stated coldly, "but I seriously doubt we'll see his ass again!"

"Of course, that would be if he were smart, but no one ever accused a Jew of being smart, now have they?" Montag chimed in.

Hutch said a silent prayer for his partner, he was worried about him and sickened by his present company, he found himself with a newfound resolve to but these men behind bars and get their hatred off the streets of Bay City.

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Dobey stood in the stark white hallway with the two detectives from the bar that were supposed to keep an eye on Starsky and Hutch. His anger was evident in his body language as he berated the two officers.

"Just how in the Sam hell did you let this happen? I got one of my finest officers in the emergency room, and the other is missing!" Dobey bellowed, his voice echoing in the empty space surrounding him. "Weren't you supposed to be watching Hutchinson in the bar?" He directed the comment towards Officer Hancock and then turned to Smithers, "an' you, you were supposed to be watching Starsky! You two did a great job!" He shouted as he walked away in a huff, having to pace the hallway to get some of his anger and worry out of his system before he blew a fuse.

Both Hancock and Smithers looked at each other, they felt terrible about what had happened, they already felt like they had let their own down, and now, Dobey was just reinforcing their guilt.

"Captain, I swear, we tried," Smithers, called out to his superior, as his more senior partner tried to stop him. He knew that Dobey needed to rant, and the last thing he wanted was excuses. "One minute they were there, the next, they were gone…we're lucky we stopped the guys in the alley before…" his words were cut off abruptly.

Lucky? Lucky?" Dobey yelled as he turned back around to face the rookie. "Detective Starsky is in there right now, being x-rayed, poked and prodded, his partner Detective Hutchinson is gone, and I have no idea where he is, and you think I should consider myself lucky?" Dobey's eyes bulged. "You obviously don't know these two officers very well, but I tell you what I am going to do for you, how about I let you tell that man in there, that you lost his partner, and then let him know how lucky he is!" Dobey growled before turning quickly on his heels and storming away.

Hancock looked at his partner, their eyes meeting briefly as the more seasoned officer just shook his head in disgust at his young and very green partner, before he too walked away.

"Who's with Detective Starsky?" A voice broke there train of thought and current focus as Dobey headed right back to greet that doctor, extending his hand.

"I am, I'm Captain Dobey, Detective Sergeant Starsky's superior. How is he? Is he okay doctor?" Dobey asked, his face lighting up in anticipation.

"I'm Dr. Weaver; Detective Starsky is going to be just fine. He took a good beating, but nothing appears to be broken. He has a badly right sprained ankle, some bruised ribs and several contusions, but other then that, he seems to be fine." The doctor explained his findings. "We'd like to keep him overnight, but the patient is refusing that, so we'll be sending him home with some ice packs and pain medication."

"Can I see him?" Dobey asked anxiously.

"Of course you can," Dr. Weaver agreed as he showed the way with the wave of his hand.

Dobey took two steps towards Starsky's room, and then turned back to look as his two other officers, "Would you care to join me Smithers?" Dobey asked, raising one brow curiously.

"N…n…no thank you Captain, I…I think I'll just wait out here if that's okay." He responded nervously. Starsky's reputation for being hot headed and very protective of his partner was well known around the station, causing a lump to form in Smithers' throat as he swallowed hard, trying to calm his fears.

"Yeah, that's what I thought!" Dobey snapped as he turned and continued into Starsky's room, preparing himself to tell the brunet that Hutch was gone.

Dobey pushed the door open slowly as he heard the hinges creak. His gaze was immediately drawn to the brunet lying on the gurney in the well lit room. Starsky was propped up, several pillows behind him. He was wearing on of the bland off-white hospital gowns and his right ankle was elevated and propped up with the help of rolled blankets. A large ice pack draped the bruised joint as the detective immediately perked up, seeing his captain walk in.

"Cap, m'glad you're here, listen can you tell them I need to get outta here?" Starsky pled.

"Take it easy Starsky; the doctor is drawing up the discharge papers as we speak." Dobey informed him and then tried to lighten the mood. "Look, when I told you and Hutchinson to get into a scrap, I surely didn't expect you to take it this far." He smiled as his finger waved in front of him, making his way down the entire length of Starsky's prone body. "I guess I shoulda told that partner to take it easy on ya." He joked.

"Look Cap, speakin' of Hutch…" Starsky started to ask, but was cut off ny Dobey.

"Well, I'm expecting you'll get even with him, but right now, you're in no condition to do much of anything, so I'm outing you on medical leave. Doc wants you out at least a week." Dobey tried to avoid eye contact with the curly haired man.

"Cap, where's Hutch?" Starsky asked, suddenly getting a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, knowing that there was something the large black man was trying to avoid telling him.

"Don't you worry about Hutchinson, we've got it all under control." Dobey lied.

"Yeah, well then where is he?" Starsky asked as he sat up, knowing that he needed to get to him.

"Well, we don't exactly know right now, but we hope to hear something any minute." Dobey answered as he felt Starsky's anger start to rise.

"You what?" Starsky shouted, the veins in his neck bulging, hi brow furrowing. "You lost him. You lost Hutch! Is that what you are saying?!?" Starsky growled menacingly as his dark indigo eyes focused on his Captain.

"Well yes, I'm afraid so son, Smithers and Hancock were looking after you, you were injured and they needed to get you help…" Dobey tried to explain.

"By getting me help, they lost Hutch!" He spat as he swung both legs over the side of the bed, throwing back the blanket they had draped him with. "Son of a bitch! God dammit! How could you have let this happen?" He slid off the side of the bed, landing on his good foot, "You were supposed to keep him safe!" He gingerly put pressure on his sprained ankle, wincing in pain as he did it.

"Look Starsky, I've got every man out there looking for your partner…" His words were cut off again.

"Every man but me!" Starsky snapped angrily as he carefully hobbled over to his clothes that were placed on a chair next to the door.

Stopping just short of the chair, he inhaled sharply as his body screamed in agony with every move. His muscles cramped, his bruises throbbed, his head pounded with every beat of his heart, but none of that was going to stop him, he was going to go find his partner. He paused briefly while he waited for the room to stop spinning. Reaching for his clothes, he hopped back to the bed, leaning against it for support as he pursed his lips together, fighting through his pain. His breathing increased as he struggled with his shirt.

"Look here Starsky, I can't have you out on the street in your condition, you need to leave it up to us to find your partner…" Dobey pled as he attempted to help Starsky with his shirt.

"Yeah? Is that right Cap'n" You're gonna find Hutch…just like you were gonna keep an eye on him in the first place?" Starsky seethed as he sat on the bed, trying to pull on his jeans.

The words cut through Dobey's heart like a knife. He had come to love these two detectives like sons, and when one of them was in trouble, both of them were. Dobey placed his large pudgy hand on his forehead, his fingers massaging his temples. Starsky took a deep breath, immediately regretting his words.

"Look, Cap, m'sorry, I didn't mean it, it's just that I gotta find him." Starsky said, his heart and words heavy and bursting with emotions.

ooo

Hutch lost himself in the rhythmic lull of the limousine as it rolled through the city. He could hear the light drizzle and the noise the tires made as they rolled across the damp pavement.

"You remember the week's books and receipts didn'tchya?" Hutch recognized Rigsby's voice.

There was an eerie silence that blanket the car and then Hutch heard what he knew was a slap, skin against skin.

"M'sorry…I totally forgot…I got so into kickin' that Jew's ass that I forgot 'bout the books." Montag tried to explain.

"Sorry ain't gonna cut it!" Rigsby stated. "Driver, pull over!" He shouted as Hutch felt the limo slow to a stop and a door being opened.

"Well can't Andrews pick 'em up?" Montag asked.

"You damn idiot, Andrews at work, a very important case, he won't be back till the end of the week!" Rigsby seethed, "Now you get your ass back to the bar and get the receipts!"

"But how am I supposed to get back to camp?" Montag questioned.

"You figure it out! That's what you get for fucking up in the first place!" Rigsby retorted as Hutch heard the car door slam shut and the tires squealing as they peeled away.

To Be Continued…