Chapter 5

Michael stood on the patio enjoying the sunrise. The light sprinkled down hitting the treetops, and the flowers slowly opened their blooms. He sat in the patio chair wanting to forget his troubles. But his future sunrises might be viewed behind bars with a huge wall. He would be a dead man walking in the prison system, for he had help put away some powerful criminals.

I will face that bridge will it comes, he thought.

His thumb rubbed his chin, he was deep in thought. Michael wondered if Jamie could find the evidence to free him. He stood, and then walked around to burn off his frustration.

Thoughts of Stevie flooded into his mind; she was the only person that truly knew him, and he still longed for her. He had hoped to retire from FLAG to be with her once the danger was over. Now, it seemed that dream was a child's fairytale in the land of make-believe.

Whoever was behind this did an excellent job making him look guilty. Michael still had Amy, his alibi. No man could be in two places at once.

"Michael," spoke a woman's voice.

He turned around to see Bonnie standing there with a fresh cup of coffee on the tray, and she was a welcome sight.

"Hi Bonnie," he said, and grinned.

She handed him a cup of coffee. "I thought you would like a cup." Her hand trembled and her swollen eyes were red from crying.

"Thanks. You are a mind reader." He rubbed her arm to comfort her.

Bonnie placed the tray on the table, and poured the coffee. "Comes with the job," she replied.

They stood watching the sun to continue climbing in the sky to enjoy this quiet moment.

"How's KITT handling all this ugly mess?" Michael asked.

"The stress is playing havoc with his system, but he's being a trooper. He is more concern about you and so am I." She touched his hand. "Is it possible that you might be take-in to custody by the military?"

"It may come to that."

The color drained from her face, and her deep brown eyes widened with fear.

"Then why are you standing here and letting other people to decide your fate!" Bonnie pounded her fists on his chest releasing her rage. "It is time to pull one of your stunts and bail yourself out of this situation!" she snapped, as tears poured out of her red and swollen eyes.

Michael squeezed her arms making her stop from hitting him, and bent down to look into her eyes. "Believe me, I thought about doing just that. Right now, it wouldn't serve any purpose. It would only make me look guilty of the charges," he explained.

Bonnie wiped her eyes. "You think that little girl in Devon's office is going to save your hide," she snapped.

"She might... I just met her..."

"We know nothing about Wilton's niece." She walked away from him.

He stared at his boots, and looked at her. "Bonnie, please listen to me."

She turned around, glaring at him.

"Devon trusts her that should be good enough for us."

She hugged him, he held in his arms, and said, "I'm sorry."

"Everything is going to be alright," he said.

She hugged him tighter and didn't want to let him go. "I should be telling you that."

"Your actions are saying it."

"I'm just so terrified for you," she said.

"I know. I am too."

They held each other and watched the sunrise together.