Chapter 10:

Kitt's concerned face brought him back to reality and out of the deep, dark depths of his mind. Though the terrible 'what if's' continued to linger.

"Michael? Are you alright?"

He tried his best at giving him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, buddy. It's ok."

"You look pale." Kitt said while eyeing him concerningly.

"It's ok, Kitt. I'll be fine. That just...blew me away, I guess."

Kitt sat back in his seat and glanced out the window. "You're not the only one." He muttered quietly.

Michael then pulled back on to the road and resumed their journey to the police station. The trip took about an extra 30 minutes to get there. Thanks to the 'fun' details of the file, of course. Unfortunately, that made them late. But, apparently, everything played out well when Chief Smith was there to greet them...much to Michael's dismay. Boy was it amusing to watch Michael try to fake a smile.

"Ah. You must be Michael Knight and Kitt, right?" The big, gruff sounding man asked politely with a smile.

They both nodded their heads at the big gruff man. He was tall and his slightly balding head of dark hair made him look to be about 45-ish. He had an Arkansas accent, but it was softened with his gentle warm tone he held in his voice. Chief Smith had a medium sized build, but the partners both had suspicions that more than likely it was all muscle.

"Well come on in! Make yourselves at home. We've got fresh coffee and donuts." Chief Smith said warmly to them as they walked inside, using a persuading tone when he mentioned the food.

It was a small office for his HQ, but they obviously made it work. There were several other desks, but only two other desks sat along the wall on either side. Some paper work littered the top, but they were all pretty organized. Chief Smith's was in the back, closed off from the rest. His desk also had some paper work, along with a single manila folder. It appeared that they were the only other people in here.

Suddenly, a brunette woman that looked at be about in her mid thirties came in, along with a blond man that looked to be about the same age. Each just visited the little kitchenette for they both had a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

"This is my Lieutenant, Rachel and my partner Jack." Chief Smith introduced them, the other two people shaking hands with the partners. "They'll be handling a different case today, so they won't be joining us on this one."

"Oh. Where at?" Michael asked them curiously.

"We were handed a case from down in Palm Springs. Supposedly the locals think there's someone stealing water. We'll be heading out there pretty soon." Rachel explained, a professional aura radiating off of her in invisible waves. She turned to Jack. "Let's get going."

The blond nodded his head as he followed after her. Giving a nod to the partners before leaving the office. "Nice meeting y'all."

The partners returned the nod before turning their focus back to the case. Chief Smith waited until the other two were gone before addressing Michael and Kitt. "Alright, well, how about we get started, eh?"

"I'm down. But let me get some coffee first." I need it after today's lovely discovery, Michael added silently. Though he knew Kitt probably caught the look on his face. That guy never missed a thing.

The young werewolf rolled his shimmering sky blue eyes as he watched his partner walk over to the little kitchenette. Crossing his arms over his chest as he did so. He thought about getting a cup himself, but he knew it probably wouldn't be the best idea. Wolf instincts and caffeine don't mix very well, as both he and his big brother found out before. Not so pleasantly, he may add.

Chief Smith laughed. "Help yourself! That's why it's here." He finished with a chuckle.

After Michael got his coffee, he returned to the group and took his spot beside Kitt at Chief Smith's desk. Kitt noticed his eyes seemed to have taken on a glazed over expression already before the man even started talking! The young werewolf had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep back the waiting chuckle. He was soooo gonna tease him about this later.

"Here's the case file," Chief Smith said as he dropped the manila folder on to his desk. On the front of the folder, it said, 'Case #47' written in bold, red lettering. He opened the folder so it was facing the other two men, who both leaned forward as they began to skim over the information inside. On the top right corner, there were two paper clipped photos of two different men.

"These are our boys right here," The Chief continued as he took down the photos and set them down spread apart at the top of the folder, on his desk. Both photos were facing Michael and Kitt. Allowing them to get a good look at the mug shots. "Jason Stevens and Tom Smalls. Both wanted by several states and counties all over the US."

Jason Stevens just looked like trouble in Kitt's opinion. He had on the orange prison suit that covered up to his neck. His head was covered in gothic looking tattoos that trailed down his neck. He appeared to be a Caucasian man and looked years older than what he truly was.

Tom Smalls didn't look any different, nor any better. He was also a Caucasian man that seemed older than what he was. Smalls also had tattoos crawling all over his body. But there was something in his eyes that could only be described as soulless.

Michael and Kitt both shivered before turning their heads away in a disgusted manner.

"I know. It's unbelievable what these two have caused." The Chief said after a few moments of silence.

"When do we bring them in?" Michael asked, turning his eyes towards Smith again. Kitt still had a slightly distant look on his face.

"Tonight. Reinforcements will meet us up at their hide out and help us capture them."

Both partners nodded. "We're with you all the way." Kitt finally spoke up, a dangerous tone hidden his calm voice.