Title: Once Bitten, chapter 12/?.
Author: ne'ichan
Beta: nancy & Willow
Dedication: For PEJA, who gives us a place to archive it all....
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LJ: nothing there yet.....
Fandom: Starsky and Hutch
Rating: FRAO, Adults only.
Warning: Non-con. Drugs. m/m slash. Violence, murder. Minor character death.
Summary: A rapist is on the loose. But suddenly a serial killer starts
leaving victims behind and Starsky and Hutch are pulled in two different
directions, having to run both cases at once.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just the story.
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Dr Stephen Hunt was the lucky man. He came close to groaning when he saw the
name of the officer he was seeing this afternoon. He'd encountered Dave Starsky
before, during the mandatory sessions following officer involved shootings.
Seeing Starsky meant seeing Hutchinson. They would hang around his waiting
room and office until both were taken care of. It explained why Captain Dobey
had added a little pressure to get Dr. Hunt to be the consulting psychiatrist
rather than one of the newer associates. There were definitely more wrong ways
to deal with the pair than right ones. He sighed. Well, no help for it, now.
He heard them before he saw them. A low charged muttering that grew louder at
the pair approached his office still hidden from his line of sight. Starsky was
keeping up a running line of complaint, protesting that he didn't need to be
here, just as he'd done every other time he'd come. And Hutch was trying to
talk to him about other things.
As usual they were both chattering away at the same time, it was amazing they
ever managed to communicate at all, the doctor thought, wryly. Shockingly, they
did. At a level that was close to prescient, psychic. By osmosis...something
like that. What one said sank into the others brain by some odd miracle.
"I've made a few notes. I need to get them to the detectives who are taking
over our cases. It won't take long. I'll be right back to pick you up." Hutch
was saying, his tone soothing and almost fattening, as he spoke, it was so
rich. The tone he used for comforting, kids or women in distress, or, for his
partner. Starsky.
"Why should they get our cases? I'm fine Hutch..." Starsky was complaining.
Dr Hunt recalled that Starsky always wanted to get back to work. He never
wanted to take any down time, sick time, or anything like that. When he did it
always was because Hutch made him. Dobey had mentioned that in the past when
Hunt had tried to put a background file on the partners together. Tried to
understand the dynamic that was known as Starsky&Hutch. Reluctantly he grinned.
"Captain Dobey says you have to go. No other choice, babe. Come on, it'll be
done before you know it. Then we can have Chinese take out..." Hutch's lovely
voice continued to cajole his partner as they came down the hall.
Starsky eyed the stack of notes. "Hutch, it'll take ya all day to read that
ta them. Ya can't call that a few notes. That's a whole library." He
complained. He was leaning in towards his larger partner. Hutch was hovering.
Right about then the two men, the shorter of the two talking as much with his
hands as with his mouth, came into view in the postage stamp sized waiting
room. The taller leaning in over him, protective, the doctor noted.
Big. A handsome blond man, good looking in the way women went crazy for. With
a smile that would charm the pants of them. Just as difficult a nut to crack in
previous sessions Hunt had had with him, but in a whole different way. Polite,
reserved, his quiet personality filling the room. Silent, until a question was
asked, then he'd answer, giving the shortest answer possible.
The other man, not traditionally what would be thought of as handsome. But
charismatic, absolutely charming. Also bull headed, and resistant to the
dubious benefits of psychiatry, his opinion which he shared around without the
least compunction or reserve. Where he was sent here, to psychiatry, he talked
about everything but the reason he was in the office in the first place.
Impatient and pretty much hell to work with in a therapeutic situation. He
protested loudly during any counseling he was given. Gave reasons why it wasn't
going to help, wasn't necessary.
Manfully Dr Hunt stifled his groan. The look on Starsky's face did not bode
well for this encounter either. It was already mulish, already impatient. The
bright smile he'd seen a few times in the past was absent.
Hutchinson was telling him to go ahead, go in, he'd be right back. Promising
his partner tacos if he was good. Making a face as he offered the food, as if
it were toxic. And David Starsky brightened for the briefest of moments, before
grumbling again, that he really didn't need to be here, he should go with
Hutch.....
Hutchinson went through the round of calming and soothing once more,
infinitely patient, they left his partner to his fate.
With that, David Starsky, pouting and sullen, like an abandoned child entered
the office. It went rapidly downhill from there.
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"I don't need counseling." David Starsky insisted, for the tenth time, his
voice low and vehement. He was shredding the paper cup that had once held
water. He was more than usually reluctant. He was actually bordering on
hostile. Which was unusual. And significant.
The police psychiatrist scowled at him, but it was only a small scowl. He had
to find the way to break through. The change in personality worried him. "Of
course you need counseling, detective. You have worked with rape victims for
years. You know the kind of trauma a rape causes in the lives of it's victims,
their families..." He paused. Lecturing never worked with this man.
"I don't remember it. Not a thing. It is as if it never happened. You hear
me? It never happened! Got it?" The man was unswerving. He finished shredding
the cup and looked down at the heap of torn paper. He scooped it up and
deposited it in the nearby trash can. Then he resumed his seat. looking around
for another distraction.
The door to the private office opened for the second time since the session
had begun. Stephen Hunt could see that the tiny waiting room beyond was empty
of other clients. Only Detective Kenneth Hutchinson was visible in the doorway.
The partner of the victim now seated on the couch, rigid with the indignity of
having to be here.
"Starsk...." the big man began...his voice back int the velvet registered.
"Hutch!" The man seated on the couch exclaimed, happily.
"Detective, this is a private session, I am not sure...." the frustrated
therapist said. Then he bit his tongue. Changed his tone, and approach. You
could always reach Hutchinson if you appealed to him about his partner's needs.
He began, "Your partner needs..."
"Hey! Ya got no reason to talk to him like that." The man on the couch
protested, his thick brows lowered. "He can stay if I want him to. If he wants
to. Hutch get in here."
A light, dim at first fired up in the psychiatrist's brain. It grew at
amazing speed, erupting into an erroneous conclusion. He'd been taking care of
these two men for years, and only now was he beginning to see the light. Damn,
and it was so obvious, too. He should have put it together before.
"Certainly, Detective. It is perfectly acceptable to have...persons who are
supportive with you if you feel the need..." Dr Hunt said as Hutch moved into
the room and toward his beaming partner.
Starsky and Hutchinson were ignoring him entirely, the big blond already
sinking onto the couch next to the somewhat smaller man, their thighs touching.
They were absorbed in a rapid, well practiced visual examination of each other.
Both very clearly assessing each other's well being. The therapist added up two
and two and came up with six. Again.
"Yes. As I was saying, David, there are overt and hidden consequences to
being subjected to rape. There are also more to deal with because you are a
man, and an officer of the law." This time there was no protest, the dark
haired man sat, apparently content now that his partner was in the room and
seated next to him. Dave Starsky actually seemed to be listening to him.
"Talking about your experience will assist you in coping with it."
"I don't remember it. Not the first time and not the second...."
"First time?" Dr Hunt involuntarily looked down at his noted. There had not
been a mention that the man had been the victim of rape before.
"Yeah, we figured it out, or Hutch did. Never reported it, I wasn't sure of
it."
"It happened, Starsk." Hutch put in his two cents. The marks were the same as
this time, same as the other guys we saw."
"When did this happen?" The stunned psychiatrist asked. They told him, and he
noticed that they were moving closer. Not a lot closer, they were already
practically sitting on each other. But they turned towards each other. Hutch
seemed to get even larger, if possible, and Starsky put a hand on his partner's
thigh, patted him, as if the blond man was the one who needed comforting.
"But you never thought to report it?"
"Like I told ya, I wasn't sure."
The psychiatrist turned to Hutchinson. "But you were sure?"
"Yes."
"Yet you didn't make him report it? Why not?" Hunt was astounded. For
Hutchinson not to take the steps that were needed to protect his partner was
extraordinary in his view.
"He wasn't ready." Hutch said, in a voice that was matter of fact and firm.
"I made him promise not to." Starsky added. Ah. There was the answer.
"But why?"
"Bein' a cop, ya gotta have a certain reputation, and ya' gotta keep it.
Being a cop that got raped...that ain't the rep that is gonna protect me or my
partner on the streets. So, I made Hutch promise."
Dr Stephen Hunt shook his head. These two man were a conundrum. It was sheer
luck he had them here with him now. Police officers were always difficult to
counsel. But it was what he'd chosen to do with his life. The men and women who
worked to protect and serve the rest of the populace, faced the worst society
had to offer, and they needed someone there who cared what happened to them.
He'd chosen to be that man. He could help these men. And he would find a way,
somehow, to do it despite every block they tossed in his way.
Re-energized he started again, his voice gentle and steady. He began getting
the whole story, not just from David Starsky, but from Ken Hutchinson, too.
ne'ichan
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