This story is dedicated to my friend Leslie, who gave me encourgement, kind words and a kick in the butt when
necessary.  To Judy, Lisa and Cindy for reading bits and pieces when I was nervous and for their wonderful suggestions.
To Flamingo, Solo and Lachesis for what they taught me about writing.

This is for you guys.
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I Will Remember You
 By Lutra Cana (16/11/99)
 

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I will remember you
 Will you remember me?
  Don't let your life pass you by
   Weep not for the memories

*******

Hutch had returned home from his morning run and just finished his shower when the phone call came.  It rang four times
before he was able to get to it.  At this time of the morning, he certainly wasn't expecting it to be his Captain.

"Hutchinson, is your partner there?"  The gruff voice sounded weary.

"No, Captain.  He usually doesn’t roll in until about five minutes before we're supposed to be on duty."  Hutch was
surprised at the question.  Of course, it wasn't all that unusual for Starsky to camp out on his couch but this was Monday
and they hadn't seen each other since Saturday afternoon.  "Why?  What's up?  You need us in early?"

"Have you talked to him at all this morning?"  Dobey's tone was beginning to worry Hutch.

"No, we talked on the phone for a few minutes last night.  He'd spent the day with some family and just wanted to touch
base with me.  Captain, what's wrong?"  Hutch started to have an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

"A patrol car found the Torino in the parking lot at the beach near your place.  There's no sign of your partner and,
Hutch, there's blood all over the front seat."  Hutch's knees gave out on him and he sank to the couch.  The words Dobey
were saying made no sense.  Why would Starsky's car be down at the beach?  He'd talked to him just last night.  It had
been late and Starsky told him he was heading for bed.

"Captain, it can't be Starsky's car.  He was getting ready for bed when I talked to him last night.  There's no reason for his
car to be down there.  Did you check his place?  Maybe he's just slept in, or his car was stolen, or..." Hutch stopped,
realizing he was babbling.

"I sent a patrol car round to his apartment as soon as I got the call, Hutch.  There's no one home.  And there's no sign of
anything out of the ordinary, either."  Dobey sounded more than just weary; he sounded resigned.  "The uniforms found
his shield and wallet in the glove compartment.  That leather jacket he wears all the time is in the back seat.  I came down
as soon as the on-duty called me."

Hutch shook himself out of the panic he felt.  "Where's the car?  I'll be right there."  Recognizing the address Dobey gave
him, he hung up the phone and rushed to get dressed.  Trying to do up the snaps on his holster, he realized his hands
were shaking. 
Grabbing his jacket and car keys, he was out the door and down the stairs to his own car.  He skidded to a halt when he
realized there was something lying beside the passenger side door of his LTD.  One blue running shoe.  A very familiar
blue running shoe.

He gaped in alarm at that shoe, not wanting it to be there.  But it was.  Hutch approached his own car as if it would take a
bite out of him.  Crouching down on the curb, he looked at the shoe, realizing with a tremor of real fear that there was
blood on it.    Not touching the Adidas, Hutch stood
up and gave his car a good looking over.  There was nothing unusual, nothing that shouldn't have been there, that he
could see.  Going around to the driver's side, he opened the door and picked up the radio mike.  Contacting dispatch, he
had them patch him through to Dobey.  Quickly explaining to his Captain what he'd found, he requested a squad car to
pick him up and a forensics unit to come and dust the car.  Just in case.

After disconnecting the call, Hutch started to look around the immediate area for anything else.  Not far from where the
shoe lay, he found a splatter of what could possibly be blood, then another near the back of his car.  Trying to stay calm,
he followed a trail of drops and splatters to a parking space a couple spots back.  All of the splatters were dry.  There was
a larger splatter and then they just stopped.  This must have been where Starsky had parked his car the night before, but
why?  It had been after ten when the partners had spoken on the phone.  There had been no reason for him to come
over to Hutch's, not without calling first.  And why hadn't he heard the Torino's distinctive motor?  A sound he was so
familiar with.  Starsky almost always revved that darn motor when he pulled up in front of his partner's place.  It made no
sense at all.

He turned and walked back to his LTD, searching carefully for any other clue that he might have missed the first time.
Just as he arrived back at the car, the dispatcher's voice came on the radio.  "Zebra three, come in Zebra three."  Hutch,
praying that it was some good news, picked up the mike and responded.  "Zebra three, go ahead dispatch."

"I've got a man on a land line who says he has some information for you, Sergeant Hutchinson.  Shall I put him through?"
The female dispatcher, well aware of what was happening, sounded concerned.

"Put him through, and thanks."  A click and then the sounds of a remote link.  "Hutchinson, here.  What do you have for
me?"  Fully expecting it to be Huggy.

A strange and distorted voice laughed at him.  "Oh, Hutch, Hutch, Hutch.  How worried you sound.  Are you missing
something Sergeant?  Like maybe a partner?  Well don't worry, I've taken very good care of him.  He's in good hands
now, the best of hands you might say."

"Who is this?  Where's Starsky?"  Hutch tried to keep the anger and the fear from his voice.

"Let's just say that I'm a concerned citizen, Sergeant.  And as for where your partner is, well, you don't need to hurry to
look for him.  He's quite fine where he is.  I'll let you and your friends on the police force look for him for a little while, then
I'll tell you where you can find him.  Of course, you may not want him by then, but at least you'll know where he is."
Another short, ugly laugh and the connection was broken.

Hutch swore and almost threw the mike across the car, then changed his mind and called dispatch.  "This is Zebra three.
Where did that call come from?"

"I don't know, Sergeant.  It was routed down from your desk phone.  I can try to find out, but I don't think it's possible."

"Do what you can.  Patch me through to Captain Dobey."  He could almost hear Starsky's voice reprimanding him to be
polite.  "Please."

Quickly filling Dobey in on the ominous call, the two tried to figure out what it could mean.  Neither spoke the words that
they truly feared, trying not to give life to what might be.  Hutch turned as a patrol car pulled up beside him.  Letting his
Captain know that he was once again on his way, he hung up the mike.  The uniform sitting in the passenger side got out
and gestured for Hutch to take his place.  The blond nodded his thanks and got in as the uniform climbed into the back.

The uniforms didn't ask questions.  They knew what was going on and how Hutch must be feeling right now.  The ride to
the parking lot was silent, only broken by the normal chatter on the radio.

 Arriving at the scene, Hutch got out and barely remembered to thank the officers for the ride.  All he could see was the
Torino, sitting by itself in the lot, surrounded by police.  Spotting his Captain, Hutch hurried over, hoping against hope
that he had some good news for him.  Dobey saw the worried detective loping across the pavement and moved away
from the car to intercept him.

"Hutch.  Do you have keys to the Torino?  We didn't want to pop the trunk lock if we could avoid it."  Dobey had placed
his hand on Hutch's arm.  A sure sign of his worry.

Hutch fished in his pocket for his set of keys.  Each partner had a set of the other's car and apartment keys.  Working so
closely together, driving each others cars at times, it had always seemed the prudent thing to do.  Handing the keys to
Dobey, the blond followed his superior to the red and white car.  Watched as the captain inserted the key and the trunk
hood popped open.  Praying that whatever might be inside that trunk was not what he feared.

The trunk was empty except for the normal items that were always there.  The required police equipment: flares, first aid
kit, things like that.  Some of Starsky's own things, a basketball, a gym bag with a change of clothes, an overdue library
book.  Nothing that unusual, except for what wasn't there.  Hutch pushed forward, wanting a better look.  The blanket that
his partner always carried in the trunk was gone as was the small shovel that was standard equipment.  He knew they had
been there on Saturday when he had had to move them to fit the picnic cooler in.  They and their current girlfriends had
spent the day at the beach, just enjoying being together.

The only thing that was in the trunk that didn't belong was a large pool of dried brown.  A pool of what looked terribly like
blood.  Hutch and Dobey stared at each other, fear written across their faces.

*******

Monday flowed into Tuesday.  There was still no sign of Starsky.  Hutch had spent the last twenty-four hours searching,
questioning, cajoling, and threatening.  Trying to track down any clue, no matter how small, to find his partner.  There had
been nothing.  It was as if the man had vanished into thin air.

The forensics team had scoured Starsky's apartment with no success.  The same with both the Torino and Hutch's LTD.
Nothing.  They took samples from the sidewalk in front of Hutch's apartment, from the Torino's front seat and trunk.  All
they could prove was that it was human blood, Starsky's blood type.  But they couldn't say with total conviction that it was
Starsky's.  What fingerprints they could raise from the cars were traced back to either of the partners or of people known
to have been in one or the other of the cars in the recent past.  Nothing that helped.

Huggy, once told of the situation, had tapped into his network, but nothing had come of it.  He finally came down to the
stationhouse, hoping that even if he couldn't find Starsky he could at least lend support to Hutch.  The beginnings of the
day shift found the two of them camped out in Dobey's office, drinking cold coffee and going through old case files.  The
Captain, who hadn't slept much either, was once again on the phone.

"I don't care what you have to do!  I have a missing officer and precious little to go on to find him.  Now, get those extra
men out on the street and look."  Dobey slammed down the receiver.  "Damn fools."  Muttering to himself, he reached for
his coffee cup.  Realizing that it was empty, he sighed and just sat watching the other men.

Two such different people united in the love for the third part of the equation.  The missing part.  Hardly speaking,
passing papers back and forth, eliminating possibilities.  Generally, Dobey wouldn't have allowed a civilian access to the
files or to participate so closely in an investigation.  But this was a special case.  All three of them were a special case.
He knew how often his detectives turned to Huggy for information in their work.  How that information helped to solve
some very important cases.  Huggy would have made a good cop if he didn't have such a larcenous soul.  It was a good
thing that an innate sense of decency balanced that side of Huggy.  He never broke laws, just bent them a bit.

They had been going through Starsky and Hutch's case files for some hours now, trying to pinpoint who might be
responsible for Starsky's disappearance.  There were two piles of files on the floor, one, maybes, and the other, nos.
The no pile was much bigger than the maybes.  All three of them in the room were tired, both physically and emotionally,
but Hutch looked close to the end of his endurance.  He hadn't slept at all since this had all started and Dobey wasn't
sure that he had eaten either.  The Captain decided that they all needed a break, even if only long enough to eat.

"Hutch, Huggy."  The two men looked up from their work.  "Let's go down to the cafeteria and get some breakfast.  I don't
know about you two, but I need something more than stale coffee."  Dobey tried to smile but wasn't too successful.

"Captain, I can't take..."

Dobey interrupted Hutch.  "It wasn't a suggestion, Hutch.  It's an order.  You have to have something in your system to
keep going.  You're not going to be any good to Starsky if you exhaust yourself.  Now, put down those files and come with
me.  I'll let Ted know where we'll be in case anything comes up."

Giving in to the inevitable, Hutch and Huggy put aside their files and followed the older man.  Their meal was a silent
affair; each ate mechanically, lost in thought.  Occasionally one of the other officers or staff would pause at the table with
a word of encouragement or to pass on an idea.  But most left the three alone.  They were a little zone of misery and
fear.  The whole station was hushed, as much as such a busy place could be.  Everyone waiting, praying for the safe
return of one of their own.  Or dreading a different outcome.

They had almost finished when a uniform hurried up to their table.  Bending down to Dobey, he quietly spoke to the
Captain.  Dobey's eyes widened then shifted to Hutch.  Catching that look of concern, Hutch felt the food he had just
eaten turn to a lump in his stomach.

"What?  Is it Starsky?"  Hutch dropped the fork he was holding.  He barely felt Huggy's hand clutching his arm.

Dobey dismissed the uniform with a wave of his hand.  Turning to Hutch, he tried to look composed.  "Hutch, now be
calm.  It doesn’t mean anything, but a patrol unit found a body downtown that matches Starsky's description.  The coroner
is bringing the body over to our morgue.  Should be here in about ten minutes."

For just a moment, Hutch thought he was going to pass out.  Deep in his heart, he knew that his partner was alive
somewhere out there.  He couldn't be wrong.  Suddenly remembering to breathe, he shook himself.  There was no way
that he was going to believe that Starsky was not coming back until he had the evidence in front of him.

Taking up his fork again, he resumed eating.  The others watched him in silence, observing the deliberate way he
attacked the remaining food on his plate.  Finally Hutch ate the last bit of toast, drank the last sip of coffee.  Putting his
knife and fork carefully on his plate, he looked up at his companions.

"Well, I'm done.  Shall we go down to the morgue and get this over with?  It's not Starsky, but I suppose we'll have to make
that official."  He calmly pushed back his chair and stood up.  Headed for the door without looking back to see if Dobey
and Huggy followed.  By the time the others caught up to the fast moving blond he was at the end of the corridor pushing
open the dividing doors.  Hutch held the door open for them and then led the way to the other wing that held the morgue.

Again, no one spoke.  Not down the long hallway to the morgue, and not in the little office where they sat waiting for the
coroner's wagon to arrive.  Huggy and Dobey sat like bookends to the stiff figure between them, patiently waiting to prove
the coroner wrong.

When the morgue attendant notified them that the wagon had arrived, all three proceeded to the room where the body
was.  Just for a moment, Hutch hesitated at the door.  From there, he could see the sheet covered body lying so still on
the table.  It looked to be the right length, the right shape.  Huggy turned around and walked back to his friend.

"Hey, Hutch.  Do you want me to look for you?  You don't have to put yourself through this you know."  His friend's
concerned voice shook Hutch out of his freeze.  Looking into those dark brown eyes, so filled with compassion, Hutch felt
suddenly blessed to have a friend like Huggy.

"No, I'll do it, Hug.  If it, if it should be Starsky, then it's only right that I should be the one to identify him."  Patting his
friend's shoulder, Hutch walked on into the room.  Up to that still form and took a deep breath.  The attendant, at a nod
from Dobey, pulled the sheet back far enough to reveal the head and face.

Hutch felt a flood of relief as he looked down at the face of a stranger.  It wasn't Starsky.  He had been right.  He felt
Dobey's hand on his shoulder and turned to look at him.  "It's not Starsky.  It's not him."  Never had he felt so glad for
someone else's misfortune.  If things had been different, if they hadn't have feared that this poor soul was Starsky, he
would have felt guilty.

The secretary from the outer office poked her head around the corner of the doorframe.  "Sergeant Hutchinson?  There's
a phone call for you."  Hutch followed the woman out to the office and picked up the receiver.

"Hutchinson."

"Hi there, Hutch.  Did you have a little scare?"  It was that voice again.  "I thought I'd see how you were holding up.  Don't
worry, when it's time for you to find your partner, I'll tell you right where to look.  Be patient."

"What the hell have you done with Starsky?  And what the hell are you trying to prove?"  Hutch ground out.

"Prove?  Just that what goes around comes around.  You took away something that I loved; now I've taken away
something you love.  As for what I've done with Starsky, well, you'll just have to wait.  Not that you're going to be happy to
have him back.  Not at all."  A sharp click signaled the end of the call.  Hutch just stood for a moment, clenching the
receiver in his hand.  The words, 'taken away something you love' burned in his mind.

  He felt someone pull the receiver out of his hand.
Heard himself repeat what the voice had said to him.  Felt other hands came and guide him to a chair, urging him to sit
down.  He heard his Captain's voice barking orders into the phone.  To the switchboard operator to tell him where the call
came from.  For men to search the station for unauthorized people.  For so many things, that he finally stopped hearing
the orders at all.

All he could hear was that voice in his head, 'taken away something you loved', over and over again.  Oh God.  Be alive.>

*******
I'm so tired but I can't sleep
  Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
     It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
      We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard

*******

It took a little time, as well as some encouraging words from Huggy, before Hutch pulled himself together.  Dobey was still
on the phone, directing the search for the man who had made the phone call.  Hutch was surprised to learn that the call
had come from inside the station, from an empty office just down the hall from the squadroom.  Unfortunately by the time
they discovered this little detail, the man was long gone.  Dobey ordered a search of the whole building.  The searchers
were to stop and question everyone that didn't seem to belong.  He had also sent officers out onto the street to check
everyone within a block radius.  Drastic measures, perhaps, but the caller had brought the battle onto their turf and they
weren't going to let that pass without a fight.

The three went back up to Dobey's office, pausing for a moment to talk to the team dusting the office that the caller had
used.  They found that there were no fingerprints on the phone and the team hadn't found anything else useful.
Resigned, they continued onto Dobey's office where they made an unsettling discovery.  On Dobey's desk, right in the
middle of the files he had been sorting through, lay Starsky's gun, holster, and harness.  Sticking out of the holster was
an envelope, addressed to Hutch.  Dobey carefully worked it loose and, using only a letter opener and the tips of the
fingers of one hand, he pulled the unsealed flap open.  Getting the single sheet of paper out took a little more work, but
finally it lay open on the desk.  The message was typewritten and short.

*Hutch, thought you'd like this back.
It's of no use to your partner now, and maybe you'd like to keep it as a memento.*

It was simply signed

*A concerned citizen*

Dobey was furious.  The caller had been in his office, in broad daylight.  He got on his phone, yet again, and called the
forensic team working down the hall to come to his office.  He knew it was probably useless, but he had to follow
procedure.

Hutch had gone beyond simple fear into full-fledged terror for his partner's safety.  The wording of this letter combined
with the last call left little doubt that the caller meant for them to believe that Starsky was dead.  He still couldn't bring
himself to believe that.  He had always thought that he would know if something were to happen to his partner.  Would
feel his passing somehow.  To think that his best friend may have died inches away from him and he not even know it was
impossible.  He wouldn't believe it.  Not for one minute.  Not until he saw his partner's body for himself.  And he prayed
that would never happen.

Huggy and Hutch set to picking up the files.  The recent call made their earlier sorting a futile effort.  From what the man
had said it sounded more like the partners had killed someone close to the caller than simply arresting someone.  They
would have to rethink the approach to the investigation and start over again.  Hutch had a feeling that he knew that voice
from somewhere, but couldn't pin it down.  Also, it seemed as if the man was targeting Hutch himself rather than Starsky
or both of them.  That Starsky had simply been the means of getting to Hutch.  That meant that it had to be a case that
only Hutch was involved in.  And that would mean going back a few years to before the two of them had become
partners.  It could also mean it had occurred during one of the rare times that Starsky wasn't there.

Hutch called down to records for more files, giving the time span before he and Starsky became partners.  He also would
have to sit down and figure out the times he'd soloed without him.  Those times had been few and far between.  Huggy
and Hutch set to work once again.  By nightfall, they had eliminated most of the cases, narrowing things down to a dozen
or so.  Both of them were falling asleep where they sat and Dobey finally convinced them to go home.  A place he was
planning on going himself.

Huggy offered to drive the detective home, but Hutch didn't want him making that trip when Huggy was as tired as he
was.  Instead, he got a patrol car to drive him.  He hated the thought of going home to that empty apartment, not knowing
if his partner was safe and warm somewhere.  But he knew he needed sleep.  He felt muddled and that was no way for a
cop to be.  Besides, maybe, just maybe, Starsky would call him there.  Would find a way to get a message to him.
Somehow.

***
It didn't take long for Hutch to fall asleep, even though his mind was still racing.  His body had simply had enough and
shut down.  Hours later, the alarm clock woke him.  For a moment he allowed himself to believe that the previous two days
were all a bad dream and that his partner would be pulling up to the door in a couple of hours.  That life would continue
on the way it always had.  That he wasn't waking up to a world without his best friend in it.

***

Days passed without any more of the phone calls.  Without any clues, and increasingly, without hope.  The other officers
started to avoid Hutch whenever they could.  He wandered through life as if part of him was missing.  The anger he had
felt at the beginning of the week had faded to a numb despair.  Huggy became his shadow, even though he was as afraid
as Hutch; he felt the need to be there for the remaining partner.  He owed that much to both of his friends.  Huggy made
sure that Hutch ate, that he slept, that he got up in the morning and showered.  He made sure that he dressed in clean
clothes.  Mostly he made sure that he kept going.

Captain Dobey was going through his own kind of hell as well.  He was very fond of his two maverick detectives.  Dobey
missed Starsky, the way he'd slouch in his chair, feet up on the desk.  The way he'd wisecrack and drive his Captain
crazy.  He even missed the way he always shut the office door with his foot, something that he knew irked Dobey no end.
Basically, he just missed him.

He missed Hutch too, even though the man was in the same room.  There were no smiles, no gentle words of reason.  No
sudden flares of anger at an injustice, no long tirades about something or other.  All he had left was this silent, pale man
who walked through each day as if he had no reason to go on living.  Dobey's heart broke for him.

Dobey had issued a Missing Person's report to the media on the Thursday following Starsky's disappearance.  Something
he was loath to do for a police officer, especially an undercover officer, but circumstances forced his hand.  None of the
requests to the other divisions in the city had brought any responses, no reports of unidentified persons showing up in jail
or hospital.  No unidentified bodies showing up at any of the other city morgues.  They had to widen the circle of people
watching for the missing man.

Hutch had contacted the LA enclave of the Starsky family, hoping that one of them would have something for him, to no
avail.  He made them promise not to say anything, yet to Starsky's mother until they more to go on.  He didn't want her to
go through the same pain he was until it was absolutely necessary.

By the middle of the second week, Dobey was certain that Hutch was slowly going out of his mind.  The detective would sit
and stare at nothing for minutes at a time.  He took to wandering the halls, not speaking to anyone for hours.  One day he
disappeared long enough that Dobey got worried and went looking for him.  He found Hutch sitting in the Torino parked in
the police garage.  Not doing anything, just sitting there.  Dobey left him alone.  Huggy always made sure he got home at
night, because he'd forget to go.

It was to the point where Captain Dobey wished they would just find Starsky's body so that Hutch could properly mourn.
So he would stop hoping.  So they all could.

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