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Disclaimer: I make no money from this. Starsky and Hutch do not belong to me, I just borrow them, and promise to return them in the same condition I found them in. My characters do belong to me, and I can use them as I see fit, until they start fighting back.

Author's Note: I really wasn't sure what direction I was going to take in this chapter. To have Hutch captured or not, that was the question. I hope everyone is happy with my decision…

Chapter Nine

The door to the room opened and Joey entered, carrying a gun in his right hand. It was Starsky's gun, his Berretta. Starsky felt his face flush with anger. Just thinking about what Sandy had gone through, made him sick. He knew he couldn't allow that to happen again.

"How ya' feelin' sweetie?" He smirked at Sandy who just stared at the deranged man.

She was still having a little trouble breathing, but it was a lot better since Starsky had wrapped her ribs.

"Yeah, you're a real big man, ain't ya' Joey?" Starsky asked Martins who furrowed his brow at the detective. "Beating up women. You an' you two goons out there. Why not try pickin' on someone your own size, huh? You chicken?"

"Don't do this." Sandy pled, knowing that Starsky was trying to piss Joey off so he'd take his aggressions out on him, instead of her.

Joey took the gun and pressed it hard against the side of Starsky's skull.

"Joey, don't!" Sandy shouted.

He held the weapon there, as if he was fighting with himself on whether or not to pull the trigger, his hand shaking.

"Now that would hardly be your style, Joey." Starsky said hoping he wasn't pushing him too far. He wanted, no he needed, to throw him off balance. He closed his eyes and continued. "You're not the type to just blow someone's brains out…Nah, you like to torture them first, ain't that right?"

"Shut up!" Martins ordered Starsky, pursing his lips together and pressing the barrel of his gun harder into the side of the detectives head.

"Dave, please?" Sandy begged as she watched wide-eyed.

"Stop it, Joey!" Tommy's voice came from the doorway.

Joey looked at Tommy, hesitated for a moment, than lowered the gun to his side and turned to walk away. Before leaving Starsky's side, he placed the gun in his left hand, drew his right fist back, and swung forcefully, striking him across the left cheek. Starsky's head snapped away, then quickly returned to look Joey in the cold dark eyes.

"Nooo!" Sandy fried out. "Please Joey, I'm sorry. I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me."

Joey looked at Sandy. "You shoulda thought of that before you talked to the cops!"

He turned back around, Tommy joining him at his side, and shoved Starsky's shoulder, pushing him to the ground. Martins pulled his leg back and literally 'punted' Starsky in the mid section.

The detective heaved as the air was forced out of him. He was left on the ground, coughing and gasping for a breath.

Joey than moved to Sandy, kneeling at her side. He placed his hand on her side, roughly squeezing her fractured ribs. He noted the make shift bandages Starsky had dressed her with.

"Oh, isn't that special?" He said sarcastically, squeezing tighter. The pain blinded her. Her mouth opened wide as she writhed in pain, feeling the broken bones grind against each other as they shifted. It felt like someone stabbed her with a hot knife and was turning it in circles. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't scream, she couldn't see.

"Let her go! Don't do this." Starsky directed to deaf ears.

Joey looked at him, then back at the petite brunette. "I've only begun with you, bitch! CeCe got off easy compared to what I'm gonna do to you!" He said giving her ribs one final squeeze, his face only inches from hers.

He rose to his feet, satisfied with the amount of damage he had inflicted. Joey, along with Tommy, left the room, shutting and locking the door behind them.

Starsky crawled back to Sandy's side, still coughing and trying to regulate his breathing. She had her right arm draped around her abdomen.

"Oh God. Are you okay?" He gasped as he sat against the wall next to her and put his arm supportively around her shoulder.

She still couldn't speak, she simply nodded.

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"You two, over there…Smith, Green. Check out the building on the right…I want the rest of you in this alley" An anonyms voice shouted out.

Huggy could hear the voices, but saw no one. He was still lying on the front seat, afraid to move. Hutch had told him to stay down, and by God, he was going to do just that. He didn't want to let him down, not again.

Two uniformed officers appeared at the driver's door of the vehicle.

"Sir, are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?" One of the men asked Huggy, who just looked up at them, wondering if Hutch would get mad if he got up now?

He slowly pushed himself up until he was in a sitting position. "Nah man, I'm fine." He answered. "Where's Hutch?"

"Hutch?" The officer asked.

"Detective Hutchinson? Tall, lanky blond man, Nordic type? Have you seen him?" Huggy quipped, irritated with the whole situation.

"No sir, I haven't seen him." The officer responded.

Huggy couldn't hide the disappointment in his face, as he drug himself out of the car, brushing the glass off of him along the way. The two officers helped the man out of the vehicle and down the alley way.

An unmarked vehicle with a familiar Mars light, mounted on the dashboard, pulled up. Huggy immediately recognized the stout Captain Dobey as he exited the car. Huggy prepared himself to answer the Captain's question.

"Cap'n Dobey, am I glad to see you." Huggy walked over to greet the man.

"What happened, Huggy? Start at the beginning." Dobey instructed him, putting a supportive hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Huggy took a deep breath and related to the Captain what had gone down, including the phone call from 'Suzie', to the mysterious old woman on the corner.

Dobey took his notes and passed them on to a young uniformed officer. "I want an APB put out on that old woman, and Detective Hutchinson." He directed the rookie before the young man scurried away. Looking back at Huggy, Dobey continued. "Don't worry son, he's gonna be fine…They both are…make that all three of them." He said trying his best to reassure the worried entrepreneur, but failing miserably.

Captain Dobey arranged for an officer to give a distraught Huggy, a lift back to The Pits, while they finished their investigation, scouring the alley and Hutch's car, for possible evidence or clues.

Reluctantly, Huggy went with the man, really wanting to stay put and help find his friends. He couldn't help but think about how he could have stopped this from happening to them.

"What are you two standing around for!" Dobey barked at two young cops standing by their cruiser. "All of you, back to work! We've got a missing officer, an' I want him found before any of you go off duty! I want every nook and cranny of this alley gone over twice! Every building in the area searched! NOW MOVE!!" The veins in his neck and temples pulsed with every word. No one could every accuse Dobey of not caring about his men…

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He was not exactly sure when it happened or how long he'd been asleep, but when he came to, Sandy was leaning against him, also enjoying a moment of slumber. He listened carefully to her breathing, making sure she wasn't having any type of respiratory distress. Starsky was relieved to hear her taking fairly even and calm breaths, at least for the time being.

Starsky was surprised by the fact that his ankle only hurt minimally. Trying not to disturb Sandy, he reached down and pulled up his pant leg. Unfortunately, the relief he felt was short lived as he saw the swelling and discoloration that was present. The absence of pain that he felt, wasn't because the ankle was improving, instead it indicated that it was getting worse. The swelling was causing most of the ankle to turn numb, a possible sign of nerve damage. He rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the wall behind him.

"T'rrific." He whispered.

Sandy moaned and began to stir, Starsky listened as she let out a soft whimper.

"Shhhh. It's okay, I'm here." He tried to keep her calm as she awoke.

She opened her eyes slowly, reluctantly allowing herself to return to reality. She remained where she was, leaning against the curly haired detective, until she was fully awake. Holding her breath, she pushed her hand against Starsky's chest and straightened herself out so she was sitting back up against the wall.

"You hangin' in there, schweetheart?" He asked, doing his best Bogey imitation, raising his eyebrows at her and giving her his crooked smile.

"Yeah." She replied. They both gave into a momentary silence. "…They're gonna kill us, you know?"

He turned to face her and she stared into his midnight blue eyes. "Well, they're gonna try." He nodded his head. He never was one to lie about a situation just to make someone feel better. Everyone deserved the truth, and with him, that's what they got.

"They're not gonna try, they're gonna do! They killed CeCe, Sugar, and…and…Dave, they killed Lisa." It finally hit her, and it hit her hard. Lisa was gone.

"I know." He stated.

"She's gone. She was all I had." Her vision became blurred by the well of tears building in her eyes, waiting for the flood gates to open.

"I know."

"It's my fault, they killed her 'cause of me."

"No, it's not your fault." He intensified his stare at her, furrowing his brow.

"Yes, it is! If I had kept my mouth shut, Lisa would still be alive, and you wouldn't be here either!" The gates opened and the tears now fell freely, the salt in them stinging the cut under her left eye, her breathing increased.

"Dammit, stop Sandy!" Starsky grabbed her firmly by both arms, being careful not to hurt her, just to get her attention. "What those psychos did to Lisa and the other girls, is not your fault. You can't blame yourself. Do you hear me?"

She nodded in agreement, but he had the feeling, she didn't completely agree.

Their conversation was cut short, they were interrupted by the sound of voices, loud voices, coming from the living room. Starsky strained to hear what was going on. He could only make out words here and there. Nothing that he could put together.

Do with him?

Pig

Black one

Kill him, like the rest

Were just some of the things Starsky was able to make out. He figured they were talking about him and Sandy. Then he heard the yelling get louder, three, no four voices, maybe five.

"What the hell, have you done with my partner?" He recognized this faceless voice as it shouted from the other room.

"Huuutch!" Starsky shouted through the locked door.

To Be Continued