by Birgit Stäbler
"You don't run our lives!"
The accusing words still rang in his ears, and Nick couldn't get the
image of Michael's enraged face out of his mind. The older man had been
red-hot with anger about something or other. Nick actually had no idea.
Accusations had flown, angry words had turned to uncontrolled fury and,
in the end, Michael had told him in no uncertain words that he led his
own life. He didn't need Nick to constantly shadow him, protect his back.
He and Kitt had been able to survive on their own for years.
Of course he didn't run Michael's life, nor Kitt's. He was simply protecting
them. It was a job he had taken up the moment Devon had asked him to stay
and teach the pair about the neuro implant. He had never questioned it.
He had accepted because it was something he saw was necessary. Michael
had needed to learn about the implant, Kitt had needed to stabilize and
accept the changes. Neither had expected this to last.
Nick snorted. Right. It had already lasted for two years now. They
had been to hell and back. They had survived and grown closer.
"What did Devon pay you to stick around? Did he meet your normal
fee?"
The payment didn't matter. He hadn't received any money for it. Nick
had never charged anything to the Foundation. He didn't need to. He had
gotten more out of this than monetary gains could ever be.
Friendship.
People to trust.
Sighing, he rubbed his hand over his face and replaced the shades.
Whatever had gotten Michael riled up, it had been accumulating over some
time. Nick knew he was prone to be overprotective of allies and friends,
especially friends. He had few of them, but those who were close could
count on him. He was a bodyguard for both Michael and Kitt, whether they
liked it or not. In this case, not.
Maybe it was time to move on.
The thought cut into him like a hot knife, twisting into his soul.
At times he became troubled about the closeness that was developing
with the other man. He recognized the automatic withdrawal that he retreated
into because Nick knew it wasn't wise to develop those ties. Inevitably
they were severed and the pain was not tolerable. But Michael kept
pushing the boundaries. He was determined to be friends. No one had ever
succeeded because Nick hadn't let them. He was seriously considering taking
the biggest gamble thus far. Real friendship.
For the first time in almost three decades, he had felt something akin
to home. He hadn't been on the run, ready to leave if Michael got too close.
Hell, Knight knew more about him than almost everyone he had ever worked
with put together! He had bared his soul in the past and had never regretted
it. But maybe, just maybe, it had been a mistake. He couldn't help his
actions. He simply did what he thought best. Protecting the other partners
was primary. Their survival was priority. Even to his own.
Michael had been angry about it in the past. He still was. Only now,
it was boundless fury.
Nick gazed out into the distance, watching the wind brush over the
desert plains. He had run after Michael had vented his long-built fury
on him, had called him some rather interesting names of which 'liar' and
'asshole' had been the nicest. Nick had never lied to them, but he confessed
to having been an asshole on occasions. He might have kept the truth from
Michael on purpose, but he had never twisted it and lied. He protected;
if he had to hurt feelings in the process, he accepted it.
Leaning back, his back connected with the reassuring, sun-warmed metal
of the Stealth. Karr was silent, watching and waiting. He had been confused
after they had left, but he hadn't inquired. He had been just as hurt by
Knight's words as Nick was now.
Hurt.
It was amusing. Years back he wouldn't have lost a thought about such
a confrontation. He would simply have left and never looked back. Now,
he regretted what seemed to be necessary; he was actually dreading it.
Maybe he needed distance. He had never come that close to anyone ever before.
Alex didn't count. She was different, belonged in his life on a different
level. Michael and Kitt were something else. He had stayed to help and
had continued to stay as a support; and he had kind of settled down.
"To hell with it!" he snarled and tossed a pebble viciously into the
distance.
Too close! Way too close! He had become emotionally attached, which
was why Michael's words were still hurting; which was why he was still
remembering them. His old teachers would laugh into his face, mock his
weaknesses, and then kick him back into shape. No emotions, no relationships,
least of all friendships. Don't care or you are vulnerable.
If he allowed himself to get closer, all he was doing was opening himself
up to a more extensive pain. He wouldn't do it. He couldn't afford to.
Nick had no idea when this had changed so suddenly.
Not suddenly, he sighed ruefully. Slowly, sneakingly, out of his immediate
control but always there. It had taunted him but he had never been able
to grasp it. Now it was too late.
A case. He had to go on a case, somewhere distant. Preferably on another
continent. He still had this offer from England. Someone had asked for
help on a problem only a few days ago and he was very tempted to accept.
It meant being away for a long time, maybe months, and it would help to
detach himself once more. Hopefully. He had to get his emotions under control,
had to rebuild his shields. Michael had breached them and a part of Nick
doubted they would ever be able to heal.
It also meant Karr would be separated from Kitt. Nick screwed his eyes
shut, helpless anger coursing through him. Kitt and Karr had formed an
unbelievable bond, something that kept them both sane in an insane world,
had helped them survive when odds were against them. The distance would
severe the personal link, but not the contact. Still, it would hurt.
You want to leave>
It wasn't a question. Karr didn't have to ask. He had been there, he
had felt Nick's tightly controlled reaction, and he had known his partner
long enough to judge the further actions.
Yes>
For a while?>
I don't know> was the soft reply.
Forever?>
He winced and massaged the bridge of his nose. Forever was a long time
and he wasn't looking forward to it.
I might have outstayed my welcome. I might have overestimated my
ability to…>
Socialize?> Karr added, keeping his voice level. Still, there was
a smirk in it.
Nick snorted. Something like it>
We did what was necessary. And you never asked whether or not a
client was happy about the protection you had been asked to give>
Michael and Kitt ceased being clients a long time ago, partner.
Maybe they never really were> Nick sighed. Hell….>
Quite correct>
He dropped his head to his chest, exhaling sharply. Nick had never
hesitated when it came to decisions; now he didn't know what to do. Michael
was a friend, Kitt was a friend; more than that. They had breached his
shields and become much more. But he couldn't stop what he did best, he
couldn't stop protecting them from whatever came to hurt them.
Whatever your decision is, Nick, you know you have my complete
back-up>
He smiled. Thank you>
* * *
Michael sat on the wrought iron stairs in the silence of the warehouse,
staring at the large double doors that led outside. Kitt was parked a few
feet away, as silent as his partner. The short, heated conversation, a
very one-sided conversation actually, was replaying in his mind. He had
accused Nick of practically everything and nothing in one, and his friend
had simply left. Silently, without yelling. Just left. He had no idea where
he was and he was reluctant to ask Kitt. This was bad already, without
Nick feeling like Michael was spying on him.
Everything had somehow boiled down to this confrontation. Everything
had been building and sparks had been flying. Too much had happened in
Michael's life and he had been unable to take it. The last bit had been
the fact that Nick had been fighting yet another battle on his behalf with
the Foundation. Michael had simply exploded. He was old enough to fight
for himself, goddamnit! He didn't need a baby-sitter or a nanny. He didn't
need a bodyguard! Nick was always on him in one way or the other; he was
watching, protecting, keeping Michael and Kitt safe. Hell, he had fought
against the criminal world before he had ever heard of Kitt or Wilton Knight!
And he had been shot.
He snorted and raked his hands through his hair. Yeah, he had been
shot. But he had been given another chance.
Just to be shot once more and nearly die out in the desert, with alien
emotions cascading down on him. Nick had been there all of a sudden; like
an angel. From hell, Michael added darkly.
Having Nick around was a security he liked to feel, but sometimes it
became oppressive. They were different people, acting and living differently,
and now and then, Michael had the worrying thought that Nick didn't do
this selflessly. He suspected some deeper, selfish purpose. Whenever that
thought reared its ugly head, he squelched it. Still, it persevered. He
couldn't accept that Nick, and with him Karr, would simply lay their lives
on the line for no reason but Michael and Kitt's survival.
"I've gone and done it, pal," he muttered. "I opened my big mouth and
destroyed it, right?"
It was what he felt. Nick and he had come head to head before, when
Kitt had been fighting for his sanity after Jennifer's attack. Back then,
it had been stress and worry. Now it had been pure anger. Anger at Nick's
continued involvement, his simple presence in their lives.
"You were rather harsh," Kitt answered carefully.
Michael laughed humorlessly. "Harsh? Shit, that's an understatement."
He stared at the doors again, wishing they would open and reveal the black
Stealth.
Wishful thinking. Nick hadn't left just a few hours ago. It had been
three days by now. No contact, no messages, no beep. He was gone, off the
face of the earth.
"Why?" Kitt simply asked.
He made a vague gesture. "I'm not sure." Michael paused. "Okay, so
I was totally pissed off that he once again pulled our butts out of the
frying pan!"
Nick had counter-acted some moves from inside FLAG, probably set into
motion by Jennifer, to attack Kitt. He hadn't told Michael anything, just
gone and done it. Michael was glad Kitt hadn't been harmed, but why hadn't
Nick told them? Why?
To protect. The answer was simple.
"Why does he always have to protect us, Kitt?!" he growled. "We are
perfectly able to do it ourselves! And whenever I try to help him, he shuts
me out!"
It was what angered him even more. Nick was too stubborn to accept
help when it was given and too ready to throw his own life away!
"It's in is nature, Michael."
//Nick isn't suicidal!//
//I never said so. He simply sees it as his priority to insure our
survival//
//No one is that selfless!//
Kitt seemed to think. //No, probably not. I think his ulterior motif
is not to let the Foundation win, now that you own the car and have the
special contract with them. He knows She will retaliate//
Michael glared at him. //You want me to accept that someone like Nick,
who was trained to survive, would die for me? That Karr, who was programmed
for survival as well, would do the same?//
//I can't vouch for Karr, but I believe they both would. We have to
accept it, but we can also start changing them//
"How?" Michael asked softly. "Neither of them lets anyone close enough
to effect that change."
Kitt sent a smile. "I think we have already started, Michael."
Minutes of silence passed. //Any idea where they are?// Michael asked
softly after a while.
//You asking me to spy?// Kitt teased.
He smiled wryly. //Call it what you want//
//I'm not sure as to their location// Kitt answered. //Karr wouldn't
answer me//
//You are in contact?//
//Yes//
Nothing more was forthcoming. Kitt could be fiercely private when it
came to his brother. Michael sighed softly and pushed himself off the stairs.
He had to get out of here, follow up on some still open cases. It might
be a good idea. He had to get his mind off what had happened. He just hoped
he hadn't destroyed what they had built in the last two years, the trust
and openness. An openness that had given him an insight into Nicholas MacKenzie.
One that should have told him that Nick hadn't tried to control his life.
He had just been Nick, had acted accordingly.
* * *
_Karr?
Karr was jolted out of his thoughts by the soft, questioning voice.
He turned to the private link and sighed as he discovered Kitt, hovering
just outside, unsure whether he was welcome or not. The last three days
had been a bit straining. Nick was preparing for the overseas case and
his mood hadn't changed for the better.
_Hello, he greeted his younger brother, automatically snaking a
tendril of his self toward the bright light.
Kitt smiled and accepted the touch. _Is Nick okay?
_Define okay.
A sigh. _Michael is confused and angry. He doesn't know why he
said what he did. I'm trying to understand it all, but it's hard.
_I know. Nick is furious, mostly at himself. We only did what we
thought best, Kitt.
_I understand, though sometimes I feel rather constricted because
you try to protect me from everything.
_Not everything, Karr corrected him calmly. _I want you to
live, Kitt. Nick wants Michael to live. We won't let you fall prey to Her
or the Foundation.
_In a way, Michael understands. But you have to understand his
position. He feels like a child.
Karr sighed deeply. _I apologize, Kitt, but I care, he said softly.
_It took me too long to find … the truth… this link… I couldn't stand
losing it.
Kitt gazed at the dark mass of black light, speechless. He tightly
held on to the tendril offered by Karr.
_We are stronger than we seem, Karr.
_I know. It's hard to lose the big brother attitude.
Kitt chuckled. _Big brother attitude? he teased.
Karr glared at him. Kitt's smile widened.
_So, what now? he asked after a while.
_Nick believes Mr. Knight needs some distance from us.
Kitt was shocked for a moment. _You are leaving?! he exclaimed.
It couldn't be! Karr and Nick couldn't just leave!
_For a case, Karr calmed him. _Just to give Knight some distance.
_We don't need distance! Kitt protested. _The link…
_We'd still have the normal channels.
_No!
_Kitt….
Kitt tightened his hold. _Why? Nick and Michael should talk about
it! Running is no solution!
Another sigh. _We both know that, but neither of our partners does.
For Nick, the confrontation hit too close to home, Kitt. He needs the distance.
You don't know him; you have no idea who he is.
_Someone who has always distanced himself, the other AI answered
quietly.
Karr smiled. _He has kept a professional distance.
_Not with us.
_No. Neither of us has. We couldn't. We got involved and it… changed
things. Some of those changes only started to surface now.
_But leaving….? Karr, please…
_We won't be long. I promise. Just let Nick handle it as he is
comfortable with. I can't stop him, Kitt, and I won't.
Kitt shivered and Karr hugged him tightly.
* * *
It was an overseas case, flying to England to meet with an electronics
group. Nick had talked to those people before and he was very much looking
forward to meeting the security and surveillance experts. He had heard
about them and their problem sounded complicated and challenging enough
for him to take the long trip. It would also mean a long and extended time
away from Michael, Kitt and just about everything that had troubled him
lately.
Nick watched the loading of their aerial transport. Karr was already
secured in the cargo hold. He checked everything the last time, then entered
the transporter. Maybe the distance would help. He walked though the cargo
hold and patted his partner's shell.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Of course," Karr replied with his usual cool voice.
Nick grinned. "Of course."
It wasn't their first flight and wouldn't be their last. Unlike Kitt,
Karr didn't get airsick, just slightly more silent than usual. Nick had
yet to figure out why.
And how are you?>
He had been just about to leave to get to the passenger section. Now
Nick stopped like hit by a lightning bolt.
I... I'm okay> he said.
Nick?>
Yes?>
We both know that's no true> Karr said softly.
He cast a glance at the dark vehicle. Yes, it wasn't true but he also
wouldn't confess to his problems. He had a job to do and his latest case
needed some research into who he would be working with and what their target
was. Without answering he proceeded to the passenger area, sat down in
his seat and opened the laptop. Work was always the best weapon to battle
his emotional upheaval.
Down in the cargo hold Karr sighed softly and then shut down most of his higher functions to get some well-needed rest and recharge. He was aware of Kitt just outside his shields. He couldn't acknowledge his brother's presence, though he was already dreading the separation. After a while, he did anyway. It was a brief, intense good-bye. They would still talk, but the private bond would weaken. It would be bad on them both.
* * *
A month. The case had taken longer than expected and by the time Nick
returned to the US, Karr was aching to feel Kitt's presence, to see the
warm, white light and feel the gentle pulses of another AI. They had exchanged
brief messages through the general link, had talked, but the private bond
had suffered from the distance. It had taken a lot out of him, but he had
survived.
Nick had been almost like on automatic throughout the case. Like before
they had run into Michael and Kitt. Karr had been frightened more than
once. This hadn't been the Nick who had developed in the last years. This
was what Nash had had created. Yes, he had worked with this version of
Nick before, but he had come to enjoy the other Nick's presence now. He
was glad to be back. It meant changes. Hopefully changes.
Nick didn't go back to the warehouse immediately. He spent some time
driving around.
Are they home?> he asked.
Karr shot him a look of surprise. I haven't talked to Kitt yet>
he growled.
Nick sighed. Sorry> He hesitated a moment. Why?>
Too distracting> was the brisk reply.
He smiled and finally steered down the old quay road. Nothing moved
and only the sea gulls circled overhead. Nick stopped Karr outside and
inhaled the salty air. One month had given him time to think and come the
conclusion that even though he couldn't drop his basic instincts to protect
the two people he had accepted as trusted friends, he might just be able
to reign them in a bit.
Hopefully, Michael could accept that.
Karr watched his driver closely, monitored the blue spark in his mind,
then carefully turned toward where he had kept a shield erect for too long.
Ever since the private bond had reestablished itself. He dropped the layers
one after another.
_Hello Kitt, he called softly.
The reaction was surprising as well as expected. A wave of warm, white
light hit him, engulfed him, and he heard Kitt's whispered welcome. His
brother hugged and held him tightly and Karr simply entwined his essence
with Kitt's. He had missed this closeness; it had hurt.
_Welcome home, Kitt said, holding on.
_Thank you.
No questions, just acceptance. Karr was glad for it. There were none
needed. Kitt could read it all in his unshielded presence. After some time,
he inserted a few basic shields. Kitt smiled and drifted back, leaving
tendrils of himself close.
_Where are you? Kitt wanted to know.
_En route back home. You?
_Not home.
Karr pondered this as Nick tooled the Stealth into the warehouse. _How
long will you be gone?
_Michael could be back tomorrow…. Kitt trailed off, asking a silent
question.
Karr checked on his driver's mood. _Give it two days.
A smile answered him.
Nick gazed around the warehouse. It looked no different than before. Everything was quiet and had an empty feel to it. He closed the door of the car and walked up the wrought iron staircase, looking around the equally silent upper floor. There were signs of someone having been here, but not for at least two or three days. Michael had to be out on a case. Running a hand through his hair, Nick dumped his duffel bag in his room and went to make himself some coffee.
* * *
Michael wasn't really surprised when he discovered the black, familiar
car parked in its usual spot. But it came as a mild shock anyway. Nick
had been gone for a month with no sign of life, not even a short email.
He should be used to it, but the circumstances of their parting had been
less than friendly. Normally when Nick went on a mission, silence was nothing
out of the ordinary, though Michael had a way to track his progress through
Kitt. Now there had been nothing but silence. From Kitt's pained answers,
he had gathered that Nick had not only put distance between them, but he
had even left the continent.
The first week had been spent running around to finish an outstanding
case, talking to the FBI, getting Foundation matters arranged, but every
time he had been back home, he had felt the almost accusing emptiness.
He had shoved those thoughts away. The second week had been a drag. No
new case, just spending time at home or outside, at the beach, haunting
the lab to be around Bonnie, and he had found himself tempted to call Alex
more than once. Each time, he had hung up again before dialing.
Stupid! He wasn't worried. He shouldn't be worried! Nick was a grown
man and if he found it necessary to run, so be it.
Who drove him to it? his inner voice had asked.
Well, it had been an extreme and rather childish reaction, he had snapped.
They could have discussed it.
And you would have ended that discussion how? By slugging him?
He sighed.
The third week, Michael was ready to scale a wall. Vertically and without
any gear. This was driving him insane! Kitt was feeling the effects of
the blockade of the private channel and Michael was starting to miss his
friend and colleague. Nick hadn't been a great conversationalist, but he
had been around. His mere presence had brought with it a sense of security
he had never acknowledged before. He didn't confess it out loud, but he
missed him, just like Kitt missed his brother. Nick and Karr had come into
their lives and had made an impact.
//You didn't tell me// Michael now sent.
Kitt shrugged. //You didn't ask//
//Wise guy//
//I take that as a compliment, Michael//
He snorted.
_How's Nick? Kitt asked as his brother acknowledged him.
_A bit edgy, but glad to be home. It confuses him.
A smile swung in the other AI's voice. Kitt shared it.
Michael slowly made his way up the stairs, feeling tense. He had dreaded
and also wanted this confrontation. There were things he had to set right,
words he had to take back, and he hoped he would get a chance. He didn't
want to lose this friendship, as well as the subconscious feeling of security
and protection. As much as he hated it when Nick put his life on the line,
a part of him appreciated it. The problem was, he couldn't voice it in
any way that would make it sound right.
Nick was sitting on the couch and as Michael approached, he looked
around. The blue eyes displayed no emotions, his face was a mask, hiding
everything. Michael winced. This reminded him too much of the man he had
met before Kitt and he had connected. That case had been a nightmare and
Nick had been a cold professional with ice in his veins instead of blood.
Nothing had slipped beyond the mask and back then, Michael had repeatedly
questioned the wisdom of cooperating with the man. After the implant had
activated, Nick's masks had thawed; his whole character had changed. Slowly,
but surely. Today, Michael thought he saw more and more of the person behind
the shields, the human being.
He stopped a few feet away, not wanting to intrude into any personal
or otherwise space. Both men regarded each other, Michael hoping that Nick
could read the sincerity of this approach, even if no words had been uttered
yet. Nick himself had walled himself off, letting no one in.
Kitt and Karr watched their partners like two spectators would watch
a tennis match. Right now, only looks were exchanged and both were waiting
for their respective driver to make the first step.
Nothing happened.
More silent exchanges.
Kitt sighed and nudged Michael.
//What?// Michael asked, almost snapping.
//This is childish. Talk to him//
Michael glared at him. //This isn't easy!//
//I think a simple apology and explanation would be a start// Kitt
remarked.
//I wish I knew how//
//You want me to guide you through it?// Kitt teased.
//Kitt…//
//It's very simple if you are capable of the English language//
//Kitt!//
//You could start with 'Nick, I am sorry'. Very simple//
His partner didn't answer, but he pushed him away, radiating annoyance.
Kitt gave a dramatic sigh and gazed at Karr, who was scowling down the
link he had with his driver. The darkness fluctuated with the same annoyance
Kitt had just felt from Michael.
This isn't a staring contest> Karr remarked gruffly.
Shut up>
Knight isn't any more likely to start this than you are, you know>
I said, shut up!>
Karr would have rolled his eyes if he had had any. He met Kitt's gaze.
_Childish
_Extremely, his brother agreed. _Think we have to step in?
_If they continue this, yes, Karr growled.
//Michael, please… If you won't start, I will!// Kitt finally said forcefully
through the light shield.
//What?//
//This isn't getting either of you anywhere and Karr and I are won't
tolerate this childish behavior much longer//
Michael stared at him in genuine shock. From Nick's expression, he
had received a similar message from Karr. One eyebrow rose in a familiar
mimic.
"It appears our partners are fed up," the ex-agent said calmly.
"It appears so, yes," Michael agreed carefully.
"I've to confess, they are right."
Now Michael's eyebrows rose. He gave a grunt of agreement. Again, silence.
Nick sighed deeply all of a sudden and ran a hand through his slightly
tousled hair.
"Since it's childish, I think we should stop." He met Michael's eyes.
"I've tried to understand what brought all of this on, Michael. I think
I know and I'm afraid I can't change it quickly. It's… something that has
been in my blood ever since I can think." He folded his hands and rested
his elbows on his knees. "I'm afraid you have to be a bit more patient."
Michael stared at him, amazed. "Nick… that's not what I wanted!" he
then protested. "It's just that you have this apparent urge to throw yourself
into harm's way to keep us out of it. It's something I couldn't accept
when I was a cop and I can't accept it now. I can hold my own against whatever
comes my way. I will accept help, but not sacrifices!" He bit down the
renewed flame of anger at the very thought. "Neither you nor Karr are expendable
or sacrificial lambs. I believed this to be a partnership. This means equals,
Nick."
"I was never in a partnership before, Michael," Nick answered softly
after a while. "This is new territory. I act accordingly."
"Well, one thing about partnership is accepting the other as an equal.
That means I don't try to push you into changing and you don't see yourself
as our protector and bodyguard. We both appreciate what you are doing,
Nick, and I know I owe you more than I can ever repay, but I want this
clear for the future: no sacrifices. Neither you nor Karr are worth any
less than Kitt or I."
Silence descended again. It was the longest speech Michael had ever
held on the subject.
_Good start, Karr rumbled.
_Hopefully it will lead to an even better continuation.
Kitt continued to monitor his driver, reading all the conflicting emotions
inside him. Why was it so difficult for the two men to work this out before
it had all exploded? Karr was protective too, but he had by now understood
that Kitt was strong, was not dependent, and that he wasn't too proud to
ask for help. Humans were a different matter.
_They don't share what we do, Karr remarked.
Kitt shot him a surprised look, then understanding dawned. _No
blocks between us.
Karr nodded. They had long ago been too close to hide anything, had
seen the other in the best and worst of shapes, and they had come to understand.
Michael and Nick were still keeping shields and masks between them, Nick
more so than Michael. Humans were rather careful about exposing their souls
so completely.
"I'm sorry about what I said," Michael now said.
Nick shrugged. "Most of it was true."
He grimaced. "I don't think so. At least not in the extreme way I voiced
it. Hell, Nick, I wouldn't blame you for never showing up again after this!"
Nick smiled wryly. "I have an ongoing engagement around here."
"Nick, please…."
A sigh escaped the younger man. "I know this is frustrating for you.
It is for me, too. I've been working alone for a very long time. I know
you never had a partner either, except for Kitt, but you had more social
contact than me. This is pretty new for me. I wanted to leave so often
throughout the first few months, but then Jennifer's attempt on your lives
changed everything."
Michael stared at him, but he kept his silence.
"Everything changed, for me, for Karr, for the two of you. I couldn't
leave anymore, but I had never been made to stay either."
"You weren't made, Nick," Michael contradicted softly. The expression
in his friend's face frightened him.
But he started to understand. Slowly. Nick had never been around other
people on such a regular basis, while Michael wasn't used to having a bodyguard.
It was their dilemma and they had to work with it or risk another clash.
"How about we try this again," he said calmly. "I won't kick your butt
over always hovering in the back and trying to save us. And you will start
giving me a chance to work normally. I appreciate your help when I need
it, Nick, but not as our protective shield in front of us. As our partner
beside us."
Michael stretched out a hand.
Nick met the serious gaze and rose slowly. Everyone thought that he
took reckless chances with his life. It was nothing that he wasn't capable
of handling, but the emotional stuff, that was dangerous. Still, he had
made up his mind. He would risk it. He had to risk it.
He grasped the offered hand. "I'll try," he said sincerely. "I can't
make it happen within a day, but I'll try."
"I ask for nothing else."
Kitt gave Karr a little nudge.
_Took them long enough, he remarked.
Karr snorted. _Hopefully it'll work. I hate to have to go through
that again.
Kitt could only agree. This hadn't been a pleasant experience. He could
manage without the close link to his brother for a while, but having Michael
grumpy and easily angered on top of it hadn't been his idea of a nice time.
The case had managed to moderately distract him from the prior confrontation
and the subsequent departure of Nick, but it had always haunted him at
the end of the day.
Both AIs watched as their respective partners carefully reaffirmed
their friendship, each walking on egg shells right now. It might take a
few more days, even weeks, but they were on the right track.
