Someone To Cry For Me Chapter 10, a starsky and hutch fanfic

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Author's Note: I really want to thank everyone, but especially Eli, Brook, and, of course, Jan. You guys are a blast! Thanks for letting me bounce things off of you… You all have been a tremendous help. When I get stuck, one of you unsticks me…

Warning: Oh my, more stuff we all like. H/H not much C in this one. This one and the next chapter may be a little darker than I'm used to writing. I hope I succeed. Please let me know…

Chapter Ten

Starsky got himself up off the floor and moved to the door, hopping on his good foot. He stood facing it, pounding on it with all his might.

"Hutch!" He screamed. "Don't you bastards hurt him." He slapped the door with the palm of his hand in frustration, placing his forehead against it.

"Now do you believe me?" Sandy asked looking at the defeated man.

"Believe you?" He questioned.

"That they're gonna kill us?"

"Yeah? Well that's going to be a lot tougher, now that my partners here." He said optimistically.

"They're gonna kill him, too." She said with the sound of resolve in her voice.

Starsky heard footsteps approaching the door. As the door opened, Starsky moved back. Ricky and Tommy entered, both carrying guns. Tommy still had Starsky's Berretta, but now Ricky had Hutch's Magnum.

"Looks like we have company." Ricky smirked as he neared Starsky, shoving him to the ground. Tommy moved to Sandy's side.

"What's going on? What have you done to my partner?" Starsky asked, knowing that he probably wasn't going to get an answer.

"Turn over." Ricky ordered the dark haired detective, kneeling at his side. Using Hutch's handcuffs he secured Starsky's wrists behind his back.

"It's game time!" Tommy spat as he grabbed Sandy's arm and drug her to her feet.

"Hey, take it easy on her." Starsky pled. "She's hurt pretty bad, and unless you want to lose her prematurely, than I'd ease up a bit."

Tommy just looked dismissively at him. Ricky bent down and jerked the detective to a standing position. Starsky tried to be careful not to put any excessive weight on his swollen ankle. Hobbling, he was led to the door and down the hallway, following Sandy and Tommy.

They were all led into the living room where there were three chairs in the middle of the room.

"Hutch!" Starsky cried out when he saw his partner, blindfolded and tied to the chair on the left. "Did they hurt you?"

"Starsk. I'm all right. You okay?" Hutch lifted his chin moving his head in the direction that his friend's voice came from.

"Both of you shut up!" Joey said as he stood next to Hutch.

Ricky shoved Starsky into the center of the room, causing him to trip, landing on his injured ankle. Pursing his lips, he looked back and shot Ricky a look of pure disdain.

Tommy and Ricky took Starsky, one on either side, and led him to the chair on the right. Placing him roughly in the seat, they used a thick rope to secure him by the ankles and the hand cuffs to the chair.

"What's happening?" Hutch mumbled.

"Looks like we've been invited to a party, Hutch, and we're the guests of honor." Starsky said defiantly.

Tommy was standing in front of him, while Ricky pulled Starsky's head back by his hair. The brunet clenched his teeth and prepared for the strike. Tommy raised his left fist high in the air.

"Please, no!" Sandy screamed, but it was too late. Tommy's fist was already connecting with Starsky's jaw.

"What happened?" Hutch muttered.

"Next time Joey tells you to shut up, I suggest you listen." Tommy warned the detective, who just turned his head and spit at his feet, ridding himself of the blood in his mouth.

Sandy was placed in the middle chair. She let out a soft whimper as her arms were pulled behind her and tied together. She was only minimally restrained, they knew that in her condition, she wouldn't be any trouble. She wore a light blue top, that now held several small blood stains, along with her white knickers that flared at the knees. She wasn't sure where she had lost her sandals, but nonetheless, they were gone.

Ricky approached Hutch and removed his blindfold. He blinked several times to allow his eyes to adjust. Things quickly came into focus. He first scanned his surroundings, counting the bad guy to good guy ratio, already mapping possible escape routes, the cop in him taking over. He than looked over at his partner, raising his eyebrows in acknowledgment when their eyes met, Starsky doing the same. The blond quickly noted his partners fat lip, and the trickle of fresh blood dripping from the right corner of his mouth. With the exception of a couple of other minor marks, and a matted patch of hair, his friend looked to be okay. Hutch was thankful for that. He had no idea what Starsky's head had gone through. Starsky was thankful for that.

Hutch than turned his attention to Sandy. When he saw her face, his stomach jumped to his throat. A gasp of air escaped his lips. He looked at Starsky, seeing the pain and guilt in his partners eyes, he quickly looked back at Sandy. Her eyes directed out in front of her, staring at something only she could see.

Joey was approaching Sandy. He was carrying a thin wire cable, wrapping it around the palms of both hands. Starsky lowered his head, fearing what may be coming. Tommy and Ricky stood on either side of the three chairs.

"What's that for?" Hutch asked, his eyes opened wide. They closed tightly when Joey bent the cable in half, placing it in his right hand, and brought it down across Hutch's upper leg. Even through his jeans, he felt the searing pain and the welt that formed almost instantaneously.

"I'm sorry." Sandy barely whispered, but Hutch heard her, and unfortunately, so did Joey.

Martins quickly recoiled the wire cable and released it against Sandy's leg just as quickly, catching her across the top of the upper left leg. She whimpered involuntarily.

"Stop it!" Hutch demanded, which earned him another strike across his chest. He refused to cry out, letting the air in and out of his lungs at an alarming pace.

"Don't do this Martins!" Starsky yelled out, pulling against his restraints, rocking the chair back and forth.

Joey snapped the cable across Sandy's other leg, staring directly into Starsky's eyes the whole time, not even blinking. Starsky looked over in shock, at Sandy, her bottom lip was quivering, but she made no noise this time. He could see the blood begin to seep through her white pants.

"Jesus, she's just a kid." Starsky spat.

Martins moved so that he now stood between Sandy and Starsky. Hutch's eyes met with his partners just as the wire cut through the air again, striking the brunet detective across the upper left arm.

"SHIT!" He exclaimed, unable to bite his tongue, as usual.

"I'm bored with this." Martins informed the room. "Let's play a game!"

Both Tommy and Ricky looked at each other and smiled, obviously knowing what was going to come next.

"Let me explain the rules of the game." Joey started. "Each of you will be given specific instructions. When you fail to follow them, one of the other two will pay for it!" He explained.

Starsky and Hutch exchanged worried glances.

"The fun part is, that the one who fails to perform their task, gets to pick who gets punished. If they refuse to choose, than they both get a far more severe punishment… Now, who wants to go first?"

Starsky and Hutch looked at each other, knowing that they could not allow them to hurt Sandy any further. They would have to take each others' punishments. A slight tip of their heads confirmed they both understood what they had to do. Sandy kept her gaze straight ahead, not wavering.

"What, no takers?" Ricky asked.

"Well then, I guess I get to choose." Joey stated, pacing back and forth in front of the trio like a drill sergeant addressing his troops. He stopped in front of Starsky. "You're first!"

Ricky moved around and released Starsky's left wrist from the cuffs, reattaching the empty ring of the cuff to the leg of his chair. He then his arm was raised out to his side at shoulder height, palm up.

"When this arm drops below your shoulder, one of them will pay." Joey instructed.

Starsky stared straight ahead, concentrating on the task he'd been given. They did this in the Army, it was an exercise called muscle memory. At this moment, he felt as if he could hold up his arm forever, if necessary.

That's when Tommy approached him carrying a set of dumbbells. Fifteen pound weights were placed in the palm of his hand. He instantly felt the strain on his shoulder. He knew it wouldn't be long before his arm gave out completely. The sweat began to glisten across his upper lip, his jaw clenched. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. His breathing increasing.

Hutch watched his friend struggle, he knew he was doing everything humanely possible to avoid making Hutch face punishment, but it was out of his control. It tore at his soul to see his friend try so hard to save him, but he couldn't hold up forever. Hutch forgave his friend before there was anything to forgive.

Starsky's arm began to tremble, than it shook violently. The beads of perspiration, now dripping from his face. With a loud groan and exhale, it happened…his arm fell…dropping the weights to the ground with a cold 'clank'. The brunet's head had lowered towards the ground, completely deflated. Quickly, Tommy secured his arm back to the chair.

"Not bad, I'm impressed. But unfortunately, you failed. Just five more minutes, and I woulda let you slide." Joey informed the somber man. "So which one of these two gets to pay for your failure?…The whore, or your best friend?"

Without raising his head, Starsky muttered, "I'm so sorry, Hutch." And closed his eyes.

"It's okay buddy, it's not your fault." Hutch responded sympathetically.

Sandy's gaze had not moved from directly in front of her. Her body shook slightly. It was as if she had removed herself emotionally from the room. Both detectives worried that they were losing her, mentally. She was already fragile, this may be pushing her over the edge.

Joey nodded at Ricky and Tommy, who moved towards Hutch, grinning with the sickest smiles the blond detective had ever seen. He felt the lump growing in his throat.

To Be Continued

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Chapter Eleven

As Tommy approached Hutch on the right side, he asked, "So tell me, how does it feel to have your partner, your best friend, choose a trashy whore he hardly knows, over you?" Obviously trying to make Starsky feel even guiltier than he already did.

"He did what he had to do. He knows that I would of done the same thing." Hutch replied staring the creep in his beady little eyes. Hutch was not afraid, he prepared himself for whatever laid ahead.

Tommy moved to the far right of Hutch as Ricky was approaching the Nordic on his left. He was busy placing the brass knuckles that were earlier used on Starsky, on his right hand, opening and closing his fingers around them, until they were in perfect position.

Starsky watched Ricky prepare for 'punishment', swallowing hard, nearly choking on his own heart. Again he lowered his head and closed his eyes, saying a silent prayer for his partner.

Ricky reared back his arm, and delivered a solid blow to Hutch's mid-section, knocking the wind out of him with such a force, he lurched forward in his chair, his face turning almost purple in color. He was gasping for air as Ricky cracked him across the jaw with his bare, left fist. Blood literally flew from his mouth as his head was snapped sideways. With his tongue, he could feel one of his teeth that had been loosened.

Starsky looked over at his friend to see the extent of his damages. Hutch's head was still hanging to the side, his jaw hung open, as a thick strand of saliva and blood dripped from his mouth. He pursed his lips together and spat out what he could.

Before he could completely recover, the next attack of pain hit his left side as Ricky delivered the brass knuckles to his chest wall. He was pretty sure he felt at least one rib crack. Again, he found himself searching for air, coughing and gasping.

Sandy briefly turned to check on Hutch as he sat back up in his seat, her eyes then returning to look in front of her.

"He's okay." Starsky whispered to her in reassurance, hoping what he said was true.

Ricky walked away from Hutch, apparently his 'punishment' was over, as quickly as it started.

"Who wants to go next?" Joey returned, pacing in front of them again.

"I do." Sandy answered quickly.

Both Starsky and Hutch looked at her, then back at Joey.

"No!" They both shouted in unison.

"Me, I'll go next." Hutch said nervously.

"Sandy, keep quiet." Starsky directed the teenager.

"I said I want to go next!" Sandy insisted, looking at Joey.

"Damn it!" Hutch cursed as Martins approached the girl.

"You've got guts, I like that! You're not very bright, but you're brave." Joey bent down to be at eye level with her. "I've got a very special game, just for you." He hissed.

Starsky looked over at Hutch, their eyes locking. Joey reached down, grabbing Sandy's leg where the cable had struck her. His hands were large and strong. She let out a slight whine as he squeezed tightly.

"I wanna see just how tough you really are." Joey flipped his head at Tommy, who quickly retrieved the wire cable that was draped across the over stuffed couch, and handed it to Martins.

This time it was Hutch who closed his eyes.

Joey took the cold wire in his left hand and moved to stand behind her. Taking the bent cable, he slowly ran the item up her bare arm that was tied behind her back. She shivered as she felt a cold chill run up her spine. He bent over, placing his mouth at her ear.

"I'm gonna enjoy this." He whispered as he began tenderly kissing her neck, making his way down to her bared shoulder, then running his tongue back up her neck to her ear. She bent her head towards him, trying to get him to stop.

"Please don't." She whimpered in disgust.

"So I hear you were one of the best whores I had. It's a shame I gotta lose you, but business is business, you understand." He kept his voice low and heavy. "I'm just sorry I never got to find out how good you were!" He laughed sinisterly, then gave her neck one final tease.

Joey moved around in front of her, taking the cable and running it across her bruised cheek and under her chin, holding it there.

"Here's the deal, if you can keep from screaming out for three…no, make it six lashes, that's two a piece." he said looking at his partners, "than no one gets punished…"

"Jesus." Starsky let slip, causing Joey to stare at the defiant brunet.

"…but if you cry out, even once, both pigs get the punishment."

Sandy looked at Starsky, their eyes met. He saw an acceptance in her stare that he hadn't seen before, a resolve. He knew there would be no good outcome to this.

"Don't do this to her, give it to me instead." Hutch pled, his jaw starting to discolor and swell, causing him to lisp slightly.

"You go first." Joey said handing the wire to Ricky and moving out of his way.

Sandy looked up at Ricky as he raised the cable above his head. She slowly closed her eyes, both Starsky and Hutch's grew wider.

She heard the whistle of the cable as it cut through the air an instant before she felt the burning sensation slice across her upper left arm, where she had been branded earlier by Tommy, with the fireplace tool. Her eyes squeezed tighter, she was completely unaware that she was holding her breath.

"Stop!" She heard Starsky scream out.

'Five more.' She thought to herself as she began to breathe again, blinking the moisture from her eyes.

She heard the whistle again before she was able to prepare herself. She inhaled deeply as the wire caught her in almost the exact same place, adding to that particular injury. She panted quickly, trying to regain control.

Four, one-third of the way. Her mental countdown flashed through her mind.

Ricky proudly handed the cable off to Tommy.

"Sandy, you can stop this!" Starsky begged of her. "Dammit, don't do this. Scream out, say something, anything!" He pled with her. She roughly shook her head no, her breathing finally slowing.

"My God." Hutch whispered and hung his head.

She could feel the warm thick fluid dripping slowly from her wound, down her arm.

Tommy quickly sliced the metal wire across both of her shins. Sandy saw a blinding flash of light behind her closed lids. A wave of nausea hitting her with a vengeance. The stomach acids burning her throat as they rose and she swallowed deeply, trying to hold them back. She leaned forward in the chair, allowing the fluid she had left in her mouth to escape.

Three, half way there, I can do this! Between the new pains she was feeling, and the pain already present from her ribs, she felt consciousness slipping away.

Tilting her head back, staring at the ceiling, she fought to stay awake. Darkness outlining her vision, closing in, than disappearing, She didn't even see the next strike coming, all she felt was the slice across her belly. Sandy almost lost it, she almost slipped, she heard herself scream out in agony in her mind, but refused to allow the voice to escape her lips.

"You sons of bitches!" Hutch spewed. "Leave her alone, you're gonna kill her!"

Joey approached Hutch. "Well Einstein, that's the plan."

Starsky closed his eyes, he heard her voice from earlier, in the room. 'They're gonna kill us.' He was beginning to believe she was right. He wasn't going to be able to save her. He sighed as he lowered his head.

Two, I'm almost there-It's my fault we're all here, I deserve this. Two more. Come on Sandy, it's not that bad, you can do this. Dammit focus! She tried to convince herself.

Tommy handed the cable off to the leader. Joey took it proudly in both hands, looking back at the trio. Enjoying the look of defeat and despair on the detectives faces, he walked away from them.

"Stand her up." He ordered Ricky and Tommy. He turned around to face her. "Tommy was right, you're one tough broad." He then looked at Starsky and Hutch. "See what she's willing to do just to save your asses?"

"Sandy, do something, stop this." Hutch tried to convince her as Tommy and Ricky removed her from the chair.

"Untie her hands and turn her around." Joey commanded.

She was facing both detectives, but looking at neither. She was unable to stand on her own, both of Joey's men supporting her on either side. The whistle of the impending strike caught her ear. She closed her eyes, bracing herself as best she could. She felt the lash across the length of her back, she no longer had the strength to yell out. Her knees buckled, she fell to the ground.

Looking over at Starsky, she mouthed, 'I'm okay.'

The whistle returned…

"Nooo." She heard Starsky shout as she willingly gave into the darkness that continued to bait her.

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To Be Continued