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…you know who you are!
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 Five
Dobey watched as Starsky struggled to pull on his jeans, wincing as the heavy Levi fabric hit against his swollen bandaged ankle. The brunet stood up, balancing on one foot as he buttoned his too tight jeans, that he would have give his right arm for some breathing room. Sitting back up on the edge of his bed, he put on his left shoe, and then attempted to slip the right one over his foot, inhaling sharply through his teeth in pain as it passed over his heal. He left the blue Adidas untied as he looked up at his fretting Captain.
"Look Cap, you know as well as I do, Hutch needs me to be watching his back, not anyone else." Starsky explained.
"I know that son, but you're in no condition…" Dobey tried to explain but was interrupted.
"No condition for what?" Starsky barked.
"No condition to be out there looking for your partner, that's what!" Dobey barked right back.
The door opened and a young, beautiful nurse entered with a clipboard, and a pair of crutches.
"I have your discharge papers detective," she began to talk as she walked up next to the brunet, setting aside the crutches and leaning in just slightly so he could smell her perfume, "if you wouldn't mind signing here, and here," she pointed to the clipboard, but Starsky wasn't looking at her hand.
"I'd be happy to, Miss?" He asked, both eyebrows wagging in curiosity.
"You can call me Maureen." She hissed as she handed him a pen. "I'm going to give you your prescription for pain medication, you are to take it as needed, and follow up with your regular doctor in seven days." She instructed him as their eyes locked.
"Maureen, I like that name, a bit old fashion, but pretty." Starsky tried one of his oldest lines in his book to strike up a conversation.
She blushed and smiled as she turned on her heels, looked at Dobey and flashed a pearly white smile. "You have a mighty fine man here Captain." She teased as she pulled the door opened to be met by the two officers that were instructed to watch over both Starsky and Hutch.
Starsky's face turned from pleasant to anger in about a half a second, "Just which one of you geniuses was supposed to be watchin' Hutch?" He growled as Dobey stepped forward.
There's no reason to place blame, for all we know your partner's on his way to your place looking for you." Dobey tried to calm Starsky's fears.
The brunet grabbed the crutches, placing them under each arm, and glared at the two officers, "For both of your sakes, you better hope he's right!" He snapped as he hobbled towards the door, Hancock opening it for his colleague.
"I want you to go home and get some rest, an' that's an order!" Dobey commanded as Starsky looked back over his shoulder. "I'll have one of my men drive you home."
"Well if I can make a suggestion," Starsky spoke intently, "it'd better not be one of these yo-yo's." He exclaimed, flipping his head towards the two, "Or I'll probably never make it there!"
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Hutch felt the car take a sharp turn as his body fell to the side, not prepared for the sudden change in motion. He felt Winters push him back upright position as he heard someone chuckle. He could tell by the sound the tires made, that they had left the pavement and he thought they might be in muddle or loose gravel. He heard the sound of the car hitting potholes, splashing the puddles against the underside of the car.
Winters spoke, "You can take off the blindfold now Kent , we're here." Hutch reached up, and lifted the cloth from his eyes as the car took another sharp turn. The tall blond dipped his head slightly to look out the window just as the car passed through a chain link gate.
He witnessed two guards, hurrying to close the large gates as the heavy rain beat down on them. The long black limo pulled to a stop along side an old gray building. The door to the car was opened as Rigsby slid out. Hutch looked at the men beside him, waiting for the okay to make his way out of the car as well. Winters tipped his head, flipping it towards the opened door as Hutch pulled himself forward, ducking just enough to clear the roof, his long legs leading the way out of the vehicle as he awkwardly climbed out.
He stood up, his hands wiping the wrinkles from his pant leg. He lifted his head to find himself staring into the barrel of a gun, pointed directly at his head. He was quickly joined by Winters and Hudson .
"What's this all about?" Hutch stammered.
"Simply a precaution, I'm sure you understand." Rigsby spoke as Winters circled the tall blond, Hutch following with him with his pale blue eyes.
Winters began patting down the detective as Hutch instinctively lifted both arms above his shoulders.
"Nothing wrong with being careful." Hutch agreed as he was silently relieved that he had decided to leave his revolver behind, just incase these guys decided to search him.
"Well we wouldn't wanna let some one in here with a gun, or even worse…a wire…" Rigsby stated as Winters finished searching the detective. Both Winters and Hudson flanked either side of the Nordic.
Hutch looked around the facility. He saw tall chain link fences, topped with loops of horrific looking barbed wires. There were a few tall concrete towers, with glass rooms, occupied by men with what appeared to be automatic weapons. The poorly lit grounds were illuminated by some spot lights and other older looking lamps. He lifted his head as he watched the rain that misted gently through the ray of yellowed light. The men that walked the grounds wore heavy coats, and weapons that were slung around one shoulder and under one arm. A sudden gust of wind chilled the seasoned officer to the bone as he wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing both sides of his upper body trying to fight off the cold. Most people passed him by without giving the visitor a second glance, but a few managed to look him up and down speculatively. He saw many buildings, all with heavy bars over every window and every door.
Hutch's detective instinct kicked into high gear as he felt a sick feeling swelling deep inside him. He knew, there was no turning back.
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Starsky pulled up to the front of the bar. He knew that Dobey would kill him if he knew the brunet was here. Reaching his left hand over to the seat beside him, he retrieved his Beretta, pulling the slide back and checking it, before leaning forward and placing it in the back of his waistband. He pulled open the heavy Torino door as he swung both legs out of the car, and used the door to pull him into a standing position. He was thankful that he had decided to take the prescribe pain medication before he left his apartment, his ankle throbbing, even without any weight on it. He gingerly place weight on his right ankle, still stabilizing himself by his left, until he got a little bit more comfortable with the minimal pressure he allotted the injury. Starsky's face still bore the evidence of the battle he was in earlier that evening. His eye was discoloring rapidly, sporting a purple and burgundy hue, his swollen lip just minutely noticeable over his enlarged cheek. Starsky flipped up the collar of his brown leather jacket as a light mist fell, blanketing his curly hair.
He limped towards the entrance of the bar, suddenly feeling so alone without his partner beside him. Every step took effort; every move caused his body to scream in protest as he tried his best to fight through the pain. Starsky instantly felt every eye in the place, turn and focus on him as he entered the bar. He didn't care, this was the last place Hutch had been seen, and so it was the first place he started his search. He straightened his posture as he walked through the establishment and right up to the bar. The man behind the counter smirked approvingly, when he saw Starsky's battered face.
"You gotta lot of nerve coming back here." The man spoke in a low grave whisper.
Starsky looked around, searching for a face he recognized, one that was with his partner, or one of the ones that escorted him into the alley. He saw none of them. The brunet leaned in towards the bartender.
"I'm looking for that tall sadistic blond. You know, the one that took the cheap shot at me earlier. You seen him?" Starsky asked, doubting that the man would be forthcoming.
"Don't you think you better get the hell outta here, before someone takes you out?" The man seethed.
"Too late!" A voice came from behind Starsky as the brunet whipped around, finding himself face to face with Montag.
Apparently someone had gone back to the office where the man was collecting the books and the week's receipts, and let him know they had a visitor. He was more then eager to come and greet the intruder, several other large men circling the brunet.
"Shows what a stupid Jew you are…can't believe you brought your sorry ass back here!" Montag hissed as he flipped his head at his colleague that was nearest to Starsky.
With the quickest movement Starsky had seen in a long time, the man to his left had a weapon drawn and pressed painfully into Starskys temple. The brunet winced in pain as every inch of his body protest the fast jerky movement. He felt the room spin slightly as he was turned and thrown against the bar, bending him at the chest. His actions and reactions were slowed by his previous attack as well as the pain pill he took just to get to the bar, suddenly he regretted that decision.
Starsky found himself, painfully pinned up against the counter, his arm twisted and bent unnaturally up his back, the brunet grimiced as he suck in air through his teeth trying to keep from screaming out.
"Let me go! I'm warning you!" Starsky spat defiantly.
He heard most of the patrons in the bar roar in laughter at his expense as he realized that this might not have been such a good idea.
"Don't you worry, I heard you was looking for Kent, and I'm thinkin' I might just be able to help you out. He said he was just saying to finish you off!" Montag fumed as his men searched Starsky, reaching around the front of his waist, and then moving to the back, quickly pulling out his Beretta.
The man smiled satisfactorily at Montag. "Looks like this Jew boy was fixing to plug our Kent." He said as he handed the weapon to Montag.
"Well maybe Kent can use this gun here to splatter your brains all over the camp." He stated as he placed Starskys weapon in his own waistband.
"Camp?" Starsky gasped, "What camp?"
He received a shove, forcing him deeper into the bar, forcing his already bruised ribs against the hard surface, knocking a lot of the wind from his lungs.
"You'll see…you'll see." Montag stated eerily as he waved to his partners, and Starsky was lifted off the counter and pulled into a standing position.
Starsky glared into Montag's eyes. "You're makin' a big mistake, I wouldn't do this if I were you." He said, calmly as the other two men began to tie his wrists together.
Starsky had mixed feelings, he was worried about being taken prisoner, but thankful that it appeared they were taking him to Hutch.
He went along willingly, but into what, he had no idea.
"Bag him!" Montag ordered as Starsky's head snapped up, his brow furrowing in concern as a burlap sac was quickly pulled over his head. The brunet began to struggle as he felt a cinch slowly being tightened around his neck. He couldn't see anything but a very few shadows, the rope around his neck becoming more and more uncomfortable as he thrashed about trying to free himself, but realizing that he would have to calm down and succumb to their methods, or risk being killed before ever getting to see Hutch again.
To Be Continued…