Written by LovinFace
Summary: Starsky and
Hutch/A-Team crossover. Chou comes back with a vengeance to settle an old score
with Face and Starsky. Story complete.
Warnings: Torture, nonconsensual sex, character injury
Note: This story
takes place in 1975, three years after the A-Team has escaped from the military
prison, seven years after the camps.
Dave Starsky was tired. He and his partner, Ken Hutchinson, had finally
arrested the biggest drug dealer in Bay City,
but only after four nights of stakeouts.
All Starsky wanted to do was go home and spread out on his bed. Starsky pulled up to Hutch's apartment. Hutch had fallen asleep, and was slumped down
in the seat. Starsky shook Hutch's arm,
"Hey, wake up Blondie. You're
home." Hutch raised his head and
looked around, yawning. "Oh boy, I
can't wait to get some sleep. Wanna
crash at my place? You're looking pretty
ragged there, Buddy." Starsky
nodded his head, "Nope, I'm going to get in my bed and sleep for the next
two days. I'll see ya
on Monday, Partner. G'night." Hutch closed the car door and leaned in the
window. "G'night Starsk." The
blonde detective stretched his arms and went up the stairs to his
apartment. Starsky watched from his car
to make sure Hutch made it in okay. He
saw the lights come on. He pulled away
from the apartment and headed home.
Starsky unlocked his front door and opened it. He walked into the living room, closed the
door with a backwards kick, and headed toward his bedroom. He took off his jacket and threw it on the
couch. He flipped on the light to his
room. Walking toward the bed he heard,
"Well, Sergeant, it's been a long time." The hair on Starsky's neck stood up. He knew that voice. He also knew that he was a dead man.
Monday came too soon. Hutch pulled up behind Starsky's Torino. He took the stairs two at a time and stopped
at Starsky's door. "Come on Starsk, let's go."
No answer. He fished his key to
Starsky's apartment out of his pocket.
He put the key in the lock and opened the door. Starsky's jacket was on the couch. "Starsky? You in the shower? C'mon Starsk, Dobey's gonna have our hides."
Hutch entered the bedroom. The
bed was made, but Starsky's clothes were strewn around the room. Starsky's gun was on the floor. Hutch pulled out his gun. "Starsky? Starsky!" He heard a moan from the other side of the
bed. His gun still drawn, Hutch walked
to the other side of the bed. There on
the floor, lying naked in a pool of blood with his hands cuffed behind his back
was his partner. Hutch bent down to
Starsky. Starsky had been badly
beaten. There wasn't an inch of skin
that wasn't bruised. His eyes were
swollen shut. He had blood coming from
his mouth and ears. "Hold on
Buddy, hold on." Hutch gently turned Starsky to his side and uncuffed
him. His back had marks across it. It looked like he had been beaten with a cane
or a whip. Fighting the bile that was
creeping up his throat, Hutch laid Starsky back on the floor and grabbed the
bedspread off the bed and covered Starsky.
Starsky tried to lift his head, trying to speak. Hutch bent down and put his ear to Starsky's
Hutch looked at his partner. He
picked up his head and placed it in his lap.
"I'm gonna get you to the hospital
Starsky. Just hold on." Starsky moaned and whispered, "Call …Han'ble…."
Starsky lost the battle with consciousness and his head lulled to the
Dr. Joe Kilmer sighed. At the age of 39, he was feeling too old for
this. He walked out of the trauma room,
took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
Hutch inhaled deeply as he saw the doctor approach him, blood splattered
across his scrubs. "How is he,
Doctor?" Dr. Kilmer
sighed, "Well, I don't know who did that to him, but I haven't seen anyone
tortured like that since 'Nam." Hutch felt his stomach lurch. "Tortured? I knew he was beaten, but I didn't know he
had been tortured!" Hutch began to
feel dizzy. "You better sit down
Detective." Dr. Kilmer
led Hutch over to a couch in the waiting room.
Hutch sat down, his brain still trying to absorb what he was being
told. Dr. Kilmer
pulled up a chair and sat across from Hutch.
"Your friend was tortured. He
was caned by a pro. His hands and feet
were burned. The soles of his feet were
sliced open so he couldn't try to run. We've stitched him up as best we could. He's on antibiotics to fight off any
infection. That's the biggest threat
right now. He's going to be in a lot of
pain for while, but barring any unforeseen problems, I think he'll be
okay." Hutch breathed a sigh of
relief. "When can I see him?" Dr. Kilmer
stood. "Now if you like. He's semi-conscious. He's asking for you. Try to get him to settle down. He really needs to rest. He's in Room 527." Hutch stood up and shook hands with Dr. Kilmer. "Thanks
Doctor." Hutch turned and walked
down the hall. He had to see for himself
that Starsky was going to be okay.
Hutch opened the door to Starsky's room. Starsky heard him enter and tried to open his
eyes. He was able to open the right one
just enough to see Hutch coming to him.
In a raspy voice he asked, "Did…you…call…Hannibal?….Gotta…warn…Peck."
Hutch looked at his partner, "No, I haven't called him. I was so worried about you….." Starsky reached out his arms, "Gotta ….warn…..Call…Hannibal….Now….Chou…"
Starsky's arms fell to his sides as he passed out.
Hannibal Smith was not happy. "Face, come on, pick up the pace. You guys are looking sloppy out
"Faceman" Peck and BA Baracas had run three
miles already, endured an obstacle course, and target practice. "Oh c'mon Hannibal. We've done this drill twice today
already. Give us a break!" Hannibal
looked at his lieutenant. "Face, if
you can't handle the drill, you can't handle the mission, now MOVE IT
LIEUTENANT!" Face turned to BA, who
had watched the whole exchange in silence.
"C'mon Face. Let's just do it and get it over with. I've got better things to do." BA and Face headed out to the track. Hannibal
yelled, "Not the track. Run back to
the house. Then you can call it a
day. I'll bring the van."
followed Face and BA as they ran to the latest house they were calling
"home." Just as he was pulling
into the driveway the mobile phone rang.
"Lee's Laundry." There
was hesitation on the other end. Hannibal
spoke again, "Lee's Laundry. May I
"I'm not sure.
I'm looking for someone named Hannibal."
then spoke. "Well, this is a
laundry service pal. I don't know any Hannibal."
The man on the other end was persistent. "Look, I've
got to reach Hannibal. I'm calling for Dave
Starsky. It's an emergency. Please help me get in touch with Hannibal. Or someone named Peck."
Starsky. Where did Hannibal
know that name from? 'Nam. The camps.
"Where are you? I'll see if
I can locate Hannibal and have him
"I'm at Memorial
Hospital in Bay
City. My name
is Ken Hutchinson. I'm Starsky's partner. We're detectives for the Bay City PD. Please tell him to hurry. It's urgent."
"I'll see what I can do." Then
he hung up the phone.
In Bay City,
Hutch heard the dial tone and hung up the phone. He hoped this Mr. Lee fellow
could reach Hannibal Smith. The fact
that Starsky had asked for him meant only one thing. Trouble.
in the house. Face was getting ready to
hit the showers. BA was pouring himself
a glass of milk. Hannibal
walked to the kitchen, "We've got trouble guys. I just got a call from a Ken Hutchinson, a
detective in Bay City. He says he was calling for Dave Starsky. Said
it was an emergency. He's at Memorial
Hospital. I told him I'd try to meet him
there." BA sat his glass down on
the counter. "Dave
Starsky? Isn't that the kid
who…" Face dropped onto the
at Face. "You up to this? This Hutchinson
fellow sounded really upset. I'm going and I know BA will go." BA nodded
his head yes. "But Face, nobody
will blame you if you want to stay here."
Face stood up and wiped his face with the towel that was
draped around his shoulders. "No,
no. I'll go. Starsky's my friend. It's been a long time." He turned slowly and walked toward the
bathroom. "I'm gonna
get ready. It'll just take a
He walked into the bathroom.
BA and Hannibal could hear the shower running.
BA spoke first, "I don't know Hannibal. His nightmares are bad enough as it is. Seeing Starsky may make them worse. You know what them two went through." Hannibal
nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, I know. Call
Murdock. Tell him we're coming in fast
and to be ready. I don't know if Face
will be able to scam him out today."
BA walked to the phone. "I'm
BA pulled into the parking garage. Face had been silent the whole way. Murdock had tried to coax him into playing
with Billy, his invisible dog, but to no avail.
He finally gave up and began to doodle on a notepad. Hannibal
turned in his seat. "Okay, let's
go. There's no sign of Lynch. I've got a feeling this is on the
level." He turned to Face. "You ready Face?" Face looked up at Hannibal
then spoke just above a whisper, "Yeah.
Murdock went up to the information desk to inquire about
Starsky. He was told that he was in room
527. The men went to the elevator. Face hung his head stared at the floor as he
the room first, followed by BA, Face, and Murdock. Hutch was sitting in a chair by Starsky's
bed. He stood and approached Hannibal. Hannibal
extended his hand. "Ken
Hutchinson?" Hutch nodded his head,
clasping Hannibal's in a handshake.
"I'm Hannibal Smith. This is
BA Baracas, Templeton Peck, and HM Murdock. What can we do for you?" Hutch looked at the men. Hannibal
was definitely a man of authority, from his white hair to his cowboy
boots. He could see it in the way he
held his head and the way he spoke. BA Baracas was muscular and wore a lot of gold chains and had
a Mohawk. He looked angry, but when he
saw Starsky, Hutch could see the sympathy in BA's eyes for a split second, and
then the anger returned. HM Murdock had
on a brown leather jacket, t-shirt, khakis, and a baseball cap. If the circumstances had been different,
Hutch would have made a joke about Murdock and Starsky having the same
tailor. Templeton Peck walked toward
Starsky. Hutch looked at the young
man. Blonde and tan, he was immaculately
dressed in khakis and a white button-up shirt, wearing loafers and a look of
Hutch took his eyes off Face and turned to Hannibal. "Well, earlier this morning I went to
pick Starsky up for work. I found him in
his apartment, naked, beaten, handcuffed. Dr. Kilmer says he
was tortured. When Starsky was able to
speak he told me to call Hannibal and
warn Peck. Something about Chou." Murdock
gasped. BA tensed. Face just kept looking at Starsky. Hannibal
asked Hutch, "What do you know about us Detective? What do you know about Chou?"
Hutch answered, "Call me Hutch. Honestly, I don't know much. Starsky doesn't talk about Vietnam
much. But one night we were on a
stakeout. We take turns sleeping in the backseat of the car.
He started having this nightmare.
He was yelling out to somebody named Chou,
begging him to stop. What, I don't know.
Then he yelled for Peck to close his
eyes. Not to look. Just don't look. I finally got him to wake up. That's when he told me about you and the
A-Team I think he called it. Said you
were wanted for a crime you didn't commit.
Said any time you came out in the open you were taking a chance of being
captured. That's why he never
called. But he had your number. He made me memorize it in case I ever needed
motioned for Hutch to step outside the room with him. The two men quietly left the room. Hutch continued, "Starsky told me to get
you and warn Peck about Chou. I don't know what that means, but I'd like
you to explain it to me. I'm going to
find out who did this to him and make them pay." He clenched his fists. Hannibal
put his hand on Hutch's shoulder, "Okay.
I'll tell you everything. But not
out here. Is there somewhere we can talk privately?" Hutch motioned down the hall. "There's a family room we can use.
the door to the family room. He and
Hutch took chairs facing each other. Hannibal
sighed heavily. "I'm going to tell
you about Chou, Starsky and Face, er, Peck. Where do I begin? Face was barely 17 when he went to 'Nam. Scammed his way
in. He's a pro at scamming…it's
how he got his nickname. With that face of his, he can get anything. Starsky wasn't much older than Face, maybe
19, but he seemed younger, like a little boy in some ways, you know?"
Hutch smiled; remembering Starsky's exuberance for things
like toys, candy… just like a kid.
continued, "The two of them hit it off immediately. Starsky is streetwise and tough, took up for
Face more than once when some of the guys would pick on him. Starsky was in a different unit than we were,
but we were always seeing each other on various missions. We were captured by General Chou, a sadistic man whose only pleasure came from
torturing soldiers. Face was one of his
favorites. He would cane him, burn him,
even…" Hannibal looked down at
the floor. He couldn't say the word.
Hutch understood and put his hand on Hannibal's
arm. "It's okay. I understand.
Please continue." Hannibal
turned back to Hutch, "Well, we'd been in the camps maybe a couple of
months when Starsky's unit was captured.
What was left of his unit anyway.
I think there were only 8 or 9 men who survived. Anyway, Starsky and Face were the youngest
men there. That made them targets. One day Chou
decided he wanted to play. He had Face
and Starsky dragged out of the cage, but close enough that we could see. He had them tied to each other, back to
back. He would ask Face a question about
upcoming attacks. Of course Face didn't
have that information. Hell, we'd been
in the camps and they don't exactly feed you coordinates there. But when Face couldn't answer, he'd hit
Starsky. Then he'd ask Starsky a
question. When Starsky couldn't answer,
he'd hit Face. This went on for
hours." Hutch felt his stomach
knot. How could someone be so
cruel? What had his partner and this
"Face" gone through?
"Chou said he was feeling bored and wanted to
liven things up. So he took Starsky and
tied him face down on a table. Chou told Face he better give him the information he wanted
or he was going to initiate Starsky into their little club. Face made up some shit about coordinates.
He was just trying to save Starsky from the hell that he had been
knew he was lying of course. He pulled
Starsky's pants down and …..well, you know."
Hutch felt like he was going to throw up.
"Starsky told Face to close his eyes, not to look. But Starsky did look. When Chou was
finished, he walked around to Starsky. Chou motioned for his men to bring Face. Starsky spat at Chou's
feet. This incensed Chou
and he had his men beat Starsky, seemingly forgetting about Face. When he was finished, Chou
had them thrown back into the cage with us.
It was the first night Face hadn't been raped, and the first night
"The next morning, Chou
brought one of the local girls, maybe 16 or 17, to the cage. She was so scared. Chou told Starsky
he had a present for him. Then he shot
the girl in the head. He left her body
out for a couple of days, then had Starsky and Face bury her. Your partner ever tell you about those rings
he wears on his left little finger?"
Hutch nodded his hand no. Hannibal
continued, "They belonged to the girl.
Swore he'd never forget her."
Hannibal took a
deep breath. He hadn't talked about these things in seven years. Hutch sat silent, trying to absorb everything
he had just heard. Finally he spoke,
"Hannibal, what ever happened
at his boots. "Nothing. We finally escaped, but by the time troops
went into the camps, it was empty. He
was never heard from again. It was
believed he went into hiding. Face,
Murdock, BA and I stayed in Vietnam. Starsky was wounded during the escape though
and got a ticket home. I'm not surprised
he became a cop. He's a good man."
Hutch shuddered at the thought of Chou
getting away with countless murders, ruining lives for fun.
"Hannibal, Chou is back and he wants to kill my partner and Peck, er,
Face. That's why Starsky had me call
you. We've got to get him out of
up. "I agree. I know your partner's in a lot of pain, but
we're gonna have to move him. Let me get with my team. We'll keep you posted. Why don't you go back and sit with Starsky,
let him know you're there."
Hutch and Hannibal
exited the family room and went back to Starsky's room. Face had taken Hutch's place in the chair by
the bed. He was whispering something to
Starsky, but no one could understand. No
one but Starsky. He tried to open his
eyes, again only being able to pry one slightly open. "Peck," he gasped, "You've got
for…you…us….says….kill…." He passed
out again. Face looked up at Hannibal. "This is all my fault. He was protecting me. Again."
Face stood and made his way to the door. He wanted to walk out and shout to Chou to come and get him.
BA put his arm across the doorway and stopped him. "Don't go out there Lil
brother. We gotta
come up with a plan." BA put his
hand on Face's shoulder. "Come
on. Let's sit down." Hannibal
looked gratefully at BA. Murdock walked
over to Hannibal. "What's the
"We've got to move Starsky away from here. Chou knows he's
still alive and that he's here. Starsky
is only alive because Chou isn't finished with him
yet. It's going to be hard on him, but
if Starsky's like the kid we knew, he's tough and he'll make it. Hutch will go with us. If Starsky trusts him with his life, then we
can too." Hutch smiled. The colonel thought the same way he did.
"Oh, and Hutch, you better call in sick or something. We don't need the whole police force looking
for you. Murdock and BA will move your
car and Starsky's car to the safe house once we get it secured."
over to Face. "Face, do you think
you can find us a place to stay? Some
place quiet and tucked away, but some place we can use as a fortress as
Face looked panic-stricken.
"Colonel, I don't know…I just…" Face's voice trailed off. His mind was being flooded with memories that
he had so long tried to forget. Hannibal
knew he had to get him focused.
"Lieutenant, we've got to get Starsky out of here. You're the best at getting us places to
stay. I need you to do this. Starsky needs you to do this." Face looked into Hannibal's
eyes. "Yes sir. I'll get started right away." Murdock skipped over to Face. "Faceman, make sure they allow
dogs. I ain't goin'
without Billy." Hutch looked
said, "I'll explain about Murdock later."
Face had done it again.
Using the alias Joseph Caruthers III, he had
leased a house on 20 acres. It was a
good-sized house, 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, and most importantly, it was surrounded
by a wall complete with security cameras. The gated entrance was just off the
road, but the house itself could not be seen from the road.
Face on the back. "You did good
Kid. It's perfect. Now, let's go spring Starsky and Hutch from
the hospital. BA, you're with me. Murdock, you and Face get the downstairs room
ready for Starsky." Hannibal and BA
turned to leave. Face ran up to him,
"Hannibal, be careful. You too BA." Both men looked at Face and
nodded. Then they walked out to the van and drove away.
"Face, did you see out back? There's a doghouse! It's perfect for Billy. Why don't you come play?" Murdock pretended to throw a ball for Billy.
"No Murdock. I
don't feel like playing. I'm going to
get Starsky's room ready. You can play,
but keep your eyes open for trouble, okay?" Face sighed.
He felt so tired all of a sudden.
Will do." Murdock went out
to the patio area and continued his game with Billy.
BA was waiting in the van.
Hannibal and Hutch, wearing
scrubs and pushing a gurney, entered Starsky's room. "You know this is the oldest trick in
the book Hannibal." Hutch said.
"Yeah, don't cha love it? They'll never expect us to actually try to
sneak him out in the open." They
pushed the gurney next to Starsky's bed.
The grin disappeared off of Hannibal's face as he looked at Starsky. Starsky's bruises were a mixture of purple
and black. His eyes were still swollen.
His feet were bandaged, as were various places on his chest, back, and
legs. "Here, put these on him. They snap all the way around so we won't have
to pull them up on his legs." Hannibal
handed Hutch a pair of shorts.
"We're gonna have to lift him onto the
gurney though. It's gonna
hurt like hell, but if we go fast maybe it won't be too bad." Hannibal
looked at Hutch. "You
ready?" Hutch looked at his
partner. He was supposed to prevent his
partner from having pain, not causing it.
But he knew it had to be done.
"Yeah. Let's get this over
with." Hutch bent down to
Starsky. "Hey Buddy. Hannibal
is here and we're gonna get you out of here. It may hurt, but there's no other way. We'll go as fast as we can. Okay?"
Starsky opened his right eye and locked onto Hutch. "'Kay.
I'm ready." He closed his
put his hands under Starsky's legs; Hutch put his hands under Starsky's
shoulders. "Here we go
Buddy." He looked up to Hannibal. "On 3.
1, 2, 3…" They both lifted
up on Starsky. Starsky gasped and held
his breath. Hannibal and Hutch laid
Starsky on the gurney. Hannibal
pulled a blanket up to Starsky's shoulders.
"You did good Sergeant.
Sorry about the pain."
Starsky, eyes still closed, muttered, "S'okay. Thanks Han'ble."
Hutch led the gurney down the hall to the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, Dr. Kilmer ran down the hall and pushed the doors open. "Room for one more?" Hannibal
and Hutch said nothing. The doors closed
and Dr. Kilmer pushed "B" on the
panel. "You're going to need
this." He handed a medical bag to Hannibal. "It has antibiotics, morphine, and
syringes. There are some sterile
bandages and antiseptic as well. It's
very important that you clean his wounds and change the dressings daily. He gets an injection of penicillin twice a
day. The morphine he can have up to
three times a day, but no more. Here's my number.
Call me if you need anything."
Hutch and Hannibal
exchanged glances. Hutch spoke first,
"Why are you helping us?" Dr. Kilmer nodded toward Hannibal.
"I was in 'Nam. I never had the honor of working with you
Colonel Smith, but I heard about all the men you saved. The way I see it, I'm just doing my
reached out his hand to Dr. Kilmer. "Thanks son." Dr. Kilmer looked at Hannibal,
then Hutch. "I'll get out
first. When a doctor makes a point to go
to the basement where the supplies are kept, people are on their toes because
that generally means he's not happy.
I'll cause a distraction while you sneak out. And I mean it about you calling
nodded. "We will Doc. Thanks."
The elevator opened and Dr. Kilmer
walked toward the supply clerk. She saw
him coming and immediately stood up.
"Y-yes, Doctor, can I help you?"
r. Kilmer looked sternly at the
clerk, "I hope so. Do you happen to
know the difference between a PEG tube and an NG tube? Because somebody from here sent the wrong
tube. I had to come down here myself
just to see who could be so, so stupid."
"I'm sorry sir.
Let me get the supervisor."
The clerk turned and walked down the hall. Dr. Kilmer saw Hannibal
and Hutch turn the corner. He smiled and
returned to the elevator. The clerk came
back with the supervisor. "I don't
understand it. He was just
here." The supervisor rolled her
eyes. "Yeah, right. A doctor's gonna
come all the way down here to complain over a tube. You're outta your
Hutch approached the van. BA saw them
coming and opened the door. He had
prepared the van so that it could accommodate the gurney. They loaded Starsky into the van and then
headed to the house. The drive was made
in silence, except for an occasional gasp or moan escaping from Starsky. Hutch leaned down to his partner. "Hang on, Buddy. We're almost there. Try to relax." Hutch longed to hold Starsky's hand, or put
his hand on his shoulder, anything to comfort him. But Starsky was so badly bruised that Hutch
was afraid to touch him. Starsky lifted
his left hand. Hutch saw the rings on
Starsky's fingers and bowed his head.
Hutch gently took Starsky's hand.
"I gotcha Buddy. Hannibal's here and
BA and we're taking you to a safe place."
"What's that Starsk?" Hutch
at BA, who returned a smile. "Oh,
Starsky must remember that BA doesn't like to fly, to put it mildly."
BA spoke up, "I hate flyin'
man. 'Specially when it's Murdock in the
toward Starsky. "You're right
Starsky. No plane. We're driving. And
we'll be there in about an hour, so you just relax as best you can."
Starsky mumbled, "Yessir,"
and turned his head to the side. He was
Hutch got Starsky settled into bed.
After a shot of morphine, Starsky was able to sleep. Face walked over to Hutch and put his hand on
his shoulder. "I just want you to
know that I'll do anything I can to protect Starsky. You have my word on
it." Hutch looked at Face, seeing
for the first time the sadness behind the eyes. Face was in his mid 20's
physically, but emotionally he was an old soul.
Hutch nodded and said, "Thanks, Face." Face looked at Starsky, then turned back to
face Hutch. "He's gonna be out for awhile.
If you want to get something to eat and rest a while, I'll stay in here
with him." Hutch started to
protest, but intuition told him that Face needed to spend time with
Starsky. Hutch grabbed his bag and headed
toward the bathroom. "Thanks. I'm going to take a shower, get a snack, then
I'll be back."
Face walked over to Starsky, who was still asleep. "Starsk, I
don't know how we're gonna get out of this one
Buddy. You know what Chou
said that day. Said he'd kill us both,
maybe in a couple of days, couple of years, couple of decades, and before he
killed us he was going to make us suffer.
I can't let that happen Starsky.
I'm going to find Chou, and I'm going to kill
him. He's not going to hurt you any
more." Face walked to the
door. "Murdock, can you come here a
Murdock skipped to the door.
"Whatcha need Facey?"
"Murdock, I told Hutch I'd sit with Starsky while he
got cleaned up and got a bite to eat. I
forgot that Hannibal wanted me to
check the perimeter again, so will you sit with Starsky?" Murdock plopped down in the chair by
"You got it, Pal."
Murdock pulled out his notepad. "I'll draw him a picture of Billy. He's probably forgotten what he looks like
after all these years."
Face smiled, "Good idea Murdock. Thanks."
Face walked out of the room and closed the door
quietly. Hannibal and BA were in the
kitchen. BA had set all the monitors up
there so they could keep an eye on the property. "Hi guys." Face walked into the kitchen. Hannibal
looked at his lieutenant. "Feeling
Face pasted a smile on his face. "Yeah.
Murdock's sitting with Starsky.
Hutch is finally taking a break.
I thought I'd get a snack."
He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk and
some roast beef. "Anybody want to
join me?" BA and Hannibal were
feeling kind of hungry. Hannibal
opened the cabinet and took down a loaf of bread. Face made up some sandwiches and poured the
milk. "Voila, roast beef ala
Peck. You'll love it."
Halfway through the sandwiches, BA turned to Hannibal. "Hannibal…"
He fell face first onto the tabletop. Hannibal
turned to Face, "What have you done?"
Then he too passed out. Face
pulled out the "knock out" drops usually reserved for BA when the
team had to fly. "Sorry Hannibal. But I'm not going to let you guys get hurt
because of me." He pulled the keys
to Starsky's car out of his pocket. He
headed toward the hospital, knowing that Chou would
Hutch walked out of the bathroom. The hot shower had felt nice on his
back. He went into the kitchen. Hannibal
was shaking his head and trying to rouse BA.
"Get up BA. We've been
conned by the best." BA stirred,
and then opened his eyes. "What's going on?"
Hutch spoke up, "That's what I'd like to know."
Hannibal ran to
Starsky's room and opened the door.
Hutch and BA were right behind him.
Murdock was leaning over him. "What? What?
I can't understand you."
Hutch pushed Murdock aside.
"Starsky, c'mon Buddy. What's wrong? Are you hurting? Do you need a shot?"
Starsky was struggling to speak, "Peck…..went to…kill…Chou…..Gotta …stop…" He
tried to get up. "We..gotta…find…him."
He fell back into the bed, unconscious.
Hutch looked around the room.
Face was gone. Hannibal
walked over to Murdock, "Where'd he go Murdock?"
"I don't know Hannibal. He told me to sit with Starsky. Said he was gonna
check out the perimeter. Sorry Hannibal. I believed him." Murdock looked at the
"He tricked us all Murdock. Now we've got to find him. If I know our
lieutenant, he'll try to make himself a target for Chou. He'll head to the hospital. We'll find him though." He turned to BA, "Did you get it
"Yeah. It's in his watch. I'll get the van." BA headed out of the room. Hutch followed. "I'm coming with
Hannibal put his
hand on Murdock's shoulder, "You stay here with Starsky. We'll find Face and bring him back here. Can you do that?"
"We'll check in every hour on the hour." Hannibal
turned and left. The hunt was on.
Face pulled up to the hospital. He got out of the car and leaned against the
hood. A black LTD with tinted windows
pulled up. The back window rolled
down. "We've been expecting you,
Face walked over to the car, put his head in the
window. "It's been a long time Chou." One of Chou's men walked around the car and put gripped Face's
arm. He led him around to the other side
and put him in the back seat.
The car pulled up a farmhouse outside of town. Face was pulled out of the car. "Nice
place you got here. I see you've done
well for yourself." Chou walked up to Face, "Go ahead and have your
fun. In just a little while I'm going to
be having mine." Face just
smiled. The man holding his arms dragged
him into the house. The room was
furnished with a table and a chair. A wooden pole had been erected in the
middle of the room. There was an
assortment of ropes and knives on the floor.
And the cane. Face flinched
sneered, "I see you haven't forgotten the fun we used to have." Chou turned to his
men. "Get him ready for phase
one." He turned and walked into a
Phase one was about to begin. Face had been stripped and tied with his
hands above his head to the pole. His
ankles were shackled to the bottom of the pole.
Chou walked out. "Well, well, well. It's just like old times. Now Peck, I want you to tell me where Starsky
is. The party won't be complete without him." He took the cane and hit Face on the
back. Face flinched. He looked straight ahead, "Go to hell Chou. I'm not
telling you anything." Chou hit Face again with the cane. "Okay, we can play
this game for hours. You know I'm a
patient man Peck." He hit Face
again, and again, and again. "Tell
me where Starsky is. Tell me and I just
might let you survive." He walked
around and looked Face in the eye. Face
glared at him, "I said go to hell Chou."
Chou walked around to the back of
Face, "Very well. I tried to play
nice, but I see we're going to have to move on to phase two."
and Hutch were following the signal from Face's watch. "We're getting close Hannibal,"
BA said. He pulled to the side of the
road and pointed. "There."
Hutch jumped out of the van and ran to the trees. There on the ground was Face's watch and
shoes. Hannibal came up behind
not stupid. He knew we'd try to track
Face. Okay, we've gotten this far. Now we have to figure out where they went
from here. BA, see if you can trace any
BA starting scouring the area for tracks or any sign of where Chou could have taken Face.
"Looks like they went south Hannibal. But that's about all I can tell."
"It's a start Sergeant." The men got into the van and headed
Meanwhile, phase two was beginning. Face was now tied to the wooden chair. The
back of chair rubbed against the cane marks on his back, causing him to
gasp. "I see you're comfortable,
Peck. Allow me to offer you something to
drink." He opened a bottle of
whisky. He walked behind Face and poured
the whisky on Face's back. The alcohol
poured into the open wounds. The pain
was agonizing. Face stifled a cry. Chou circled around
to the front of Face. "I'm sorry if
the whisky is not of your liking. I
could find something more suitable if you would tell me where Starsky
is." Face gritted his teeth then
spoke in a low voice, "Go to hell Chou. You'll have to kill me because I'll never
tell you where he is."
Chou laughed. "Oh, I think you will." He slapped Face's cheek hard. "You sound just like Starsky. We played this game as well. Oh, he didn't tell me where you were, but I
knew he'd try to warn you. And now here
we are. Just like old times." He hit Face again. He turned to two of his men. "Grab his legs, let me see his
feet." One of Chou's
men pressed Face against the chair; the other lifted his tied legs into the
air, causing him to slide down the back of the chair. He inhaled deeply and held his breath. Chou stepped out of
site and came back with a knife. "Now, for phase two." He took the knife and slit along the bottom
of Face's right foot. Face could not
help but cry out. Blood began pouring
out of his foot. Then Chou slit the bottom of Face's left foot. Again, Face cried out. Chou looked at the
blood on the floor. "I apologize
for the mess. Now, where is
Starsky?" Face spat on the
put his mouth up to Face's ear.
"It's a shame to damage such a perfect body. Just tell me where Starsky is and the pain
"You lying son of a bitch," Face hissed. "No
matter what you do to me, I will not tell you where Starsky is. You've done enough to him already."
Chou smiled. "Yes, I know. It was quite enjoyable. But you see, the game is only complete if the
three of us play together. Just like old
times. I can see you're not going to
tell me where he is." Face looked
Chou called his driver and another
man over. "Go to the house and get
Starsky. If anyone gets in the way, kill
them. But bring me Starsky
turned back to Face. "You see,
you're not the only one who uses tracking devices." Face pulled at the ropes binding him to the
chair. "You'll never get away with
Never! You hear me?"
Chou grinned. "I hear you Peck. I just disagree. We'll play for a couple of hours until your
friend gets here. Then we'll begin with
phase three." Chou
lit a cigar. "I believe you smoke
cigars, don't you Peck? Sorry if this
isn't the same brand. But you'll find it
is just as effective." Chou took the cigar and pushed it on Face's neck, leaving a
perfect circle. He took a puff and then
burned Face's hand. Face gritted his
teeth, screaming in his head, but being silent.
and Hutch had been driving for a couple of hours. "There's got to be a faster
way." Hutch said. He was getting
"Take it easy, Hutch," said Hannibal.
"We'll find him."
Starsky was awake.
With some effort he was able to open both eyes. "Hutch." He turned his head, looking for his partner. "Hey Muchacho, welcome back to the
world." Murdock smiled. Starsky blinked. "Murdock?" Everything came crashing into his memory at
once. He squeezed his eyes shut, took a
breath and exhaled. He slowly opened his
eyes. "Peck okay? Did Hannibal
Where's Hutch" He closed his
eyes. That took a lot of energy.
Murdock tried to change the subject, "Hey, I drew you a
picture of Billy, just in case you forgot what he looked like." He held up the paper to Starsky's face. It was blank.
Starsky smiled, "That's just how I rememba." He took a breath, "Murdock. Tell me."
Murdock walked toward the door, "Okay, but first you
need eat something. You need to get
stronger. I'll get you some water. Be
right back." Murdock walked
hurriedly to the kitchen. He had to
stall until Hannibal got back. He reached up for a glass. His eye caught movement on the monitors. There were two men outside the wall. Murdock dropped the glass onto the counter
and ran into Starsky's room.
"We gotta get you outta here. There
are two men outside. I think they're with Chou." Murdock went to the medical bag and pulled
out a syringe. "You're gonna need this morphine.
This is gonna hurt."
Starsky shook his head no.
"No, no morphine. Knocks me
out." Murdock returned the syringe
to the bag. "Your call." He walked over to Starsky. "Let me help you up. If we can make it to Hutch's car, maybe we
can get outta here." Starsky lifted his left arm toward
Murdock. "Here we go." Murdock lifted Starsky up. Starsky's head was swimming from the pain. As soon as he put weight on his feet he
fell. Murdock caught him. "Let me carry you."
"No, let us carry him." Chou's men were
standing in the doorway. They pushed
Murdock to the ground and grabbed Starsky out of bed. Starsky passed out from the pain. Murdock didn't move. The men carried Starsky out to the car. The driver turned to the other man, "Go
finish him off." His partner walked
back into the house. Murdock was still
on the floor. His eyes were open and
there was blood coming out of his mouth.
The man went back to the car.
"He's dead already. Let's
go." They headed back toward the
Murdock got up slowly.
He ran to Hutch's car.
"Okay, Nice Car. Let's go
find everybody." He started up the
car and followed the men from a distance.
"See anything BA?"
Hannibal looked at his
watch. Four hours. A lot can happen in four hours. "Nothin'
Hannibal." BA turned back onto the
main road. Let's go down further, take
the next side road we see."
Hutch watched out the windshield. A black LTD passed by. Then he saw his car. "Hannibal,
that's my car. Turn around! It looked like Murdock was driving. Where's Starsky? Why would he leave him?" As soon as he asked the question he knew the
men had Starsky and Murdock was following them.
BA spun the van around.
"Stay back a ways BA. We
want them to take us to Face." Hannibal
turned to Hutch. "Don't worry.
We'll get them back. You have my word on
The car turned onto a gravel driveway leading to the
farmhouse. Murdock was hanging
back. He could see the van in his
rearview mirror. He pulled into a grove
of trees. BA followed. Murdock ran to the van. "Hannibal,
they're holed up that farm house. They
took Starsky with them." Murdock
looked at Hutch. "I'm sorry,
Hutch turned to Hannibal,
"We've got to go get them." He
pulled out his gun. "Let's
Hannibal put his
hand on Hutch's arm. "Not so
fast. We've got to check out the place,
see what we're facing. If we go charging in there we could get them both
killed. One thing we have working in our
favor is Chou's arrogance. He really thinks he is untouchable. BA, you and Murdock flank the left; Hutch and
I will take the right. We'll meet at
that grove of trees behind the house.
Chou smiled. "Well Starsky, I see you came to join
the game." Chou's
men dropped Starsky on the table.
"Oh God," he whispered, taking in a deep breath. He saw Peck tied to a chair, naked, bloody,
and beaten. "Chou,
what do you want, you scum."
Starsky spoke through clenched teeth.
Chou grinned, "Why Starsky,
we never finished playing our game. I
told you that when we found Peck we would finish. Well, here we are, just like old times. And so begins phase three of our
motioned to his goons. One of them
walked over to Face, put his hand in his hair and pulled his head back,
exposing his throat. He pulled a knife
and put it across Face's throat.
"Now Starsky, we're going to play and if you give me any trouble at
all, Peck's pretty face will be removed from his body." Chou turned to the
man guarding Starsky. "Turn him
over." The man rolled Starsky over
onto his stomach, and then pulled him down so that his legs were hanging down,
his feet touching the floor. His legs
were tied to the legs of the table, his arms were held by the guard. Chou walked over to
him and ran his fingers through his hair.
"My, my. I have missed
took his knife and cut Starsky's shorts off.
Starsky tried to struggle, but had no strength. Face, watching from the chair, tried to break
free of the man holding the knife to his neck.
"Leave him alone, you bastard!"
Chou turned on his heel. "Now, now, Peck. That wasn't very nice. I'm going to play with Starsky now. And when I'm through, I'm going to play with
you." He turned back to
Starsky. Starsky knew what was going to
happen. "Peck, don't look. Close your eyes. It's gonna be
unzipped his pants. He placed his hands
on Starsky's hips. Chou
could feel his arousal. "Yes, I do believe it's time for phase
three." He lowered his pants and
prepared to enter Starsky.
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE CHOU! TOUCH HIM AND DIE!" Hannibal
was standing in the doorway, his rifle aimed at Chou's
grinned. "One man against my
ten? I believe the odds are in my
smiled. "If you're including the
four men outside, you can take them out of the equation. They've been temporarily detained. NOW GUYS!" Hutch came in through the back, BA behind
him. Murdock joined Hannibal
at the front door.
Hutch saw Starsky bent over the table, naked, and Chou standing there, his pants unzipped. He aimed his gun at Chou,
preparing to fire. Hannibal
spoke, "Now Chou, tell these slime balls to drop
their guns, or I'm gonna have to hurt
Chou continued to smile. "Kill them if you wish. They are prepared to die for their
sighed. "Okay, if you say so. Murdock, kill that one over there." Murdock took aim at the man holding a knife
to Face's throat. The man looked at
Murdock, then Chou, then back to Murdock. He dropped the knife.
"Over there Muchacho." He motioned the man to the far side of the
room. He tied his hands and feet and
pushed him to the floor.
"All of you men listen to me. Surrender now. I will have no trouble sending you to hell if
you don't." Hannibal
looked at each of the men. Chou was still smiling.
The men dropped their guns.
"BA, take our guests over there to their friend. You and Murdock make sure they get
reacquainted." BA aimed his rifle
at the men. "Get goin' NOW." He
and Murdock tied up the men. Then
Murdock ran over to Face.
"Hey Facey. I'm gonna untie you
now, okay? Don't you worry. We've got you now. BA, can you help me? They've cut his feet. He's gonna have to
Hutch ran over to Starsky.
"Hey Buddy, you okay?"
Starsky turned toward the sound of the voice. "Hutch?
Hutch? Is that you?" Hutch put his hand on Starsky's head. "Yeah, it's me. Let's get you out of here." He untied Starsky's legs.
Chou was still standing, grinning
at Hannibal. "Go ahead and kill me
walked up to Chou, his face only a couple of inches
from Chou's. "Killing you would be too
easy. You're going to pay for what you
did to my boys. I see your pants are
unzipped. Drop 'em." Chou complied. Hannibal
put his gun to Chou's head. "Let's go."
"Thanks for coming out here Dr. Kilmer. If you ever need anything, you let me
know. You have the A-Team in your
shook Dr. Kilmer's hand. "I told you, I'm just doing my
duty. Same instructions for Face as for
Starsky. They're both fighting
infections, so you MUST give them penicillin. If their fevers haven't broken by
day after tomorrow, let me know. Oh, and
I'm sure you're aware of this, but a high fever can feed a nightmare. Have someone watch over them while they
sleep. They don't need to be thrashing
around, and we all know what those nightmares can be like."
Hutch walked up to Dr. Kilmer. "Thanks, Doc." Dr. Kilmer
smiled. "You're welcome. Just make sure you follow my
instructions." He turned and
headed toward the door.
Hutch walked over to Starsky's bed.
The morphine had knocked him out.
Hutch picked up Starsky's hand, looked at the rings. "Why didn't you ever tell me Buddy? You shouldn't have to deal with this stuff
overheard Hutch. "He doesn't want
to worry you. Face is the same way. The kid has nightmares every single night. Just once I'd like to see him sleep all night
without the dreams. Men like Face and
Starsky consider it their duty to protect those they love. To them it's an honor. But turn the tables, where it's them needing
help, and they throw up barriers."
Face began to turn his head from side to side.
"No. Stop. Stop."
Face was mumbling in his sleep. Hannibal
ran his fingers through Face's hair.
Face reached up, trying to slap Hannibal's hand away.
"It's okay Kid. It's
okay. It's just a dream. You're okay." Face whispered, "Starsky?"
"Shhh, go to sleep. Starsky's
didn't hurt him." Hannibal
stroked Face's cheek.
"Can I open my eyes now?"
"Yeah, Face. You
can open your eyes." Hannibal
Face opened his eyes and looked across the room. He could see Starsky sleeping fitfully. He would reach out as if trying to find
someone, then drop his hands to his side.
Hutch nudged his shoulder.
"Hey Buddy. What cha looking for? "
Starsky opened his eyes and locked onto Hutch. "You get
the bad guy?"
"Yeah. We got the bad
guy. Try to sleep. Don't worry about anything. Face is here.
He's okay. He's right over there with Hannibal." Starsky looked across the room. His eyes met Face's. They looked at each other, not speaking a
word, but knowing they had survived again, and this time they won.
BA and Murdock brought chairs in from the living room. They
knew that Hutch and Hannibal would stay all night, guarding Face and Starsky
Col. Lynch pulled up to the farmhouse. He'd received an anonymous tip that the
A-Team had been holed up there. Guns
drawn, he and his men entered the house.
The A-Team was nowhere to be found.
There were 10 Vietnamese men tied up and gagged. Tied to the pole was an older Vietnamese
gentleman. He was wearing nothing but
his boots. A note was tied around his
neck. Lynch opened the note and read it:
"Lynch, looks like you won the booby prize…Chou
and his men. Enjoy. Hannibal Smith."
"Chou. Well this is one time I'm not upset that the
A-Team got away. "
Chou just smiled. He knew that his business partner, James
Gunther, would pull whatever strings necessary to free him. He knew that one day he would get his
revenge. And it would be sweet. Chou would wait. After all, he was a very patient man.