The entire trip had been in silence, she was too busy suffering from 'sweaty palm' syndrome. The Board had never called her in before. Not only had they called her in, they had called her away from an assignment. The nagging feeling that she'd been ignoring since Devon asked her to join in, returned tenfold. Stepping into the lavish Executive Retreat, she took a deep breath. It had been a long time since she had last visited this building. Wilton had brought her and Jen on a regular basis. Childhood memories surrounded her as the doorman held the large, dark stained oak panel for her.
The members had already assembled, leaving her the only one standing. It wasn't that she felt inadequate, that wasn't what was running in circles inside her head. It was the knowledge that they were out to get her and she'd willingly walked into their trap. Sitting beside Devon, he nodded his greeting.
"Miss Williams, I'm sure you wish us to get straight to the point." Dave Wilkins had been a member for seven years. She had known him to be ruthless, but honest. Yet, as he paced the far end of the long mahogany table, something told her that had changed. Deep brown eyes turned accusingly to her. "It is our understanding that you have been... compromised."
"Excuse me?" Her tone held none of the nervousness she felt.
"Our reports indicate that you have been distracting Mr. Knight from his duties."
Jamie turned to Devon, not sure what she was expecting to see, but the older man's jaw hung open in a way she had never seen before. At least he did not believe this tidbit of information.
Finding her voice again, "how, may I ask, am I distracting Mr. Knight?"
"In layman terms; you're seducing him."
It was her turn to gape.
"I do not believe that either Mr. Knight's, or Miss William's private business is any affair of the Board's." Devon could not believe his ears. In all the time he had worked with Wilton Knight, personal matters were kept strictly out of the board room. And of all the people to peg moral indignation on, Jamie was not one of them.
"It seems that a number of complaints have come in regarding Mr Knight's performance of late."
"By whom?" Devon took on the roll of defender for the young woman.
"Recent clients, including the current assignment, also from within Knight Industries itself."
"And what do you propose to do?" Jamie sat ramrod straight, the coming answer was one she knew she would not like.
"Suspend your employment pending further investigation." There was a satisfied smile at her incredulous expression.
"Have you spoken to Mr. Knight?"
"Not as yet."
"Then you have no grounds." Devon leaned over the table.
"According to our mandate, if the board votes in favor, then any action may be taken."
"This is not a unanimous vote."
"Mr. Miles, considering your relation to Miss Williams, your vote is not valid."
Jamie sighed, there was no winning. Until they spoke to Michael and he confirmed that they were not involved, she was out of luck.
"Miss Williams, you are dismissed from your current assignment and are to leave immediately."
"And how, prey tell, is Mr. Knight to remain undercover in said assignment?" She was seething inside, what Wilton affectionately used to call 'her red hair flaring'.
"That is Mr. Knight's concern, not yours. You are excused."
Nodding she stood, leaving with her head held high. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She didn't notice Devon follow her.
The car she had arrived in was parked down the drive. During the short walk, her anger subsided marginally. This had been a set up from the start.
"Jamie." Devon called as she reached for Kitt's door. He was amazed, finally seeing who she'd come with. Facing him, she remained distant.
"I had no idea." He placed a hand on her arm, noticing her flinch.
"I know you didn't." Taking a breath, she leaned on Kitt. Her shoulder was killing her, at least the makeup to hide the burns seemed to have done the trick. As had the black gloves. "Michael's going to flip."
A humorless smile touched his lips, "he may very well do so."
"They set me up."
"I know." He paused, looking around, seeming like he wanted to ask her....
"Devon, no. Michael and I have never made love. I'm in love with him, I have to be honest with you, but that is not what we are to each other."
Looking back to the green eyes, he was grateful for her intuition. He did not want to ask it. Looking at her, standing beside Kitt, in her black, snugly fitting pantsuit with a pale pink blouse. Red hair framing her face and a headstrong determination in her eyes. She would not falter, maybe with Michael, but he doubted even then. He and the younger man had spoken of this young lady on a number of occasions. If there was one woman Devon could see Michael with long term, she was the one. "You've grown into quite the remarkable woman. Wilton would be proud." The tears shimmered for a second before she regained control. "I have to say Jamie, I would have no reservations about you and Michael. You are a daughter to me, as you were to Wilton, as Michael is like a son." He had expected it, but the hug still caught him off guard.
Stepping from Kitt's warmth, she was engulfed in Devon's. "Thank you. I love you too." Devon's eyes closed over her shoulder.
Stepping back, Devon held her arms for a moment. "I'll look into this, to see if there is any validity to these accusations."
"I know you will. I'm going to break this to Michael."
"May I make a suggestion?" Her eyebrows raised in the silent question. "Have Kitt with you, someplace inconspicuous."
"Good idea." Standing on her toes, she kissed his cheek. "You know where to find me." Turning back to Kitt, she settled in, hitting the ignition. Devon smiled at how Kitt responded to her. There were now four people who had driven him. Family. The word it him with a pleasant shock. Bonnie, Michael, Kitt, Jamie and himself. He suddenly imagined this was the way Wilton had always meant for it to be.
Wilkins met Devon at the door. "She arrived in the Knight Two Thousand? If there was any proof we needed, that is it."
"Why are you attacking her?" It was a calm, collected question. The dark man regarded his colleague for a moment.
"Because she doesn't belong. She's white trash who landed on her feet; with them spread, I may add."
"And what if you are wrong?"
The smile curdled Devon's stomach "I'm not."
*
Jamie drove back at high speeds. She was still seething. Michael was going to be pissed. This involved him, whether the board considered it immoral for him or not. They had, in actuality just insulted him. Claiming that his performance of late was not up to snuff.
"This is going to raise hell." She had a very nice case of white nuckle fever on the wheel. The pain in her hands was no comparison to the turmoil of emotions.
"Why is the Board doing this to you?"
Glancing from the road to the dancing lights, she sighed. "That's a very good question. I'll assume because they feel I landed my job due to my connection with Wilton and Devon."
"And now that you are friends with Michael...."
"That makes me an even bigger target."
"Jealousy?"
"I don't know about that Kitt. I received very little money after Wilton died, most of it is tucked away. Granted once I retire, I will have no worries. For now, however, I have to work, just like everyone else." Looking around, almost as if the passing fields could give her an answer. "How do I tell Michael?"
"Devon's suggestion is most likely the wisest."
"I really don't want to involve him."
"He'd want to be involved. You are not the only one this concerns."
"I know. That doesn't make it any easier."
*
"So?" Michael asked as soon as Kitt parked near the barn. It had grown dark by the time she and Kitt arrived back at the farm.
"So, we need to talk." Climbing out of Kitt, she motioned for him to get in. A disturbed expression crossed his face as she opened the passenger door.
Michael was worried. Kitt had not said word one and Jamie was closed into herself. This was not like the two people he loved.
Once Kitt stopped on the ridge, Jamie was out and sitting on the trunk, looking over the fields below. The ruins of the burnt barn drawing her eyes.
"They suspended me." Michael was standing beside her. She couldn't look at him, but he was near enough that she could feel the
warmth of his body.
"Why?"
"Because they think I'm hindering your work."
"How?"
Here it comes, she thought to herself. Taking yet another breath, preparing for the outburst, "by seducing you."
His silence was more terrifying than the explosion she had been expecting. Chancing his fury, she turned to him. She regretted it immediately. In his eyes burned a fire the likes of which she had never seen before. There was a clear hatred in his rigid stance.
"Michael please..."
"Please what?" Anger turned his voice into a growl. "Let them use us as a tool? I won't allow it."
"We have to stay rational. Your anger will only fuel them."
"How so?"
"Because they'll say that the only reason you're acting like this is because... you want me in your bed." She dropped her head. Discussing this with Michael was more difficult than she had expected.
Lifting her chin with his hand, he stepped directly in front of her, his left hand on Kitt's spoiler, forcing her to look at him. "We've shared a kiss, nothing more. We can honestly say that we've never made love."
She was close to breaking down. Not something she wanted to do, especially with Michael watching her so closely. Leaning in, he touched his lips to hers. When he drew back, an upset hiccup escaped.
Seeing her hurt bothered him in a way he hadn't known before. Pulling her into a tight hug, he held on to her as she shook. Clinging to him as she fought for control. "I won't let them do this to you."
"It's not your fight." Her voice was gruff at his ear.
"After all the times you've stepped in and helped me? I can't stand back and watch. They involved me as well."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For not walking away."
"Did you think I would?"
"No, but it's what I'm used to." Nodding against her, they remained like that until she was nearly asleep in his arms. Picking her up, he placed her in the car, taking her back to the farmhouse.
*
Jamie woke to find Michael spooned around her. She remembered taking off her suit jacket, but little else. The stress of the day had taken its toll, leaving her exhausted and in his care. She remembered how safe and relaxed she'd felt as he carried her in.
His arm was heavy across her hip and she was slightly uncomfortable in her slacks. But the warmth held her. His and the blanket around them. At that moment, she could imagine her life held no problems. Smirking at herself, she extracted herself from his hold. Her life was not that simple anymore. FLAG had finally found a way to be rid of her.
She was sure she could stay on here. Her lessons and training had picked up dramatically in the past few weeks. Granted this was not as satisfying as FLAG, but she loved it just the same. When she exited the bathroom, showered and changed into jeans for the day, Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her.
"Morning."
"Morning, thank you for taking care of things last night."
He smiled, slightly relieved. "Anytime." Adjusting his position on the bed, he continued on from the night before. "So what do they expect of you?"
Having known he was going to need more information, she pulled the small bench up to him.
"I'm to pack up and go home."
"What about our cover?"
"They said that was your concern, not mine. I don't know if it's true, but someone here may be behind this."
"In what way?"
"I was told that there were complaints from our current clients."
"That leaves a lot of open ground."
"I know and I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"You don't need any more problems here."
A knock on the door startled them both. With a quick invite, Trish walked in.
"Good, I need to speak with you both." Leaning against the wall, obviously perplexed, "would someone please tell me what the hell is going on? I just received a call from the Foundation."
"Boy they work fast." Jamie rubbed her temples with her hands. "Basically, FLAG has had it in for me for years. This," she looked to Michael, "is the perfect excuse."
"You are my top trainer Jamie, I'm not letting you go."
Smiling, Jamie faced the other red head. "I was going to talk to you today, asking for a more permanent job."
Trish brightened immediately. "Yes, of course. Please, this saves me begging later."
Laughing, Jamie relaxed a bit. "I can't imagine you begging."
"It has been known to happen." Looking between the pair, Trish noted to herself that there was definitely something between them. "Okay, I'll leave you two to figure out your side of this. If you need anything, let me know. I'll handle the Foundation if they call back."
"Appreciated." Trish nodded before heading for chores.
Once the door closed, Michael faced the small redhead across from him. "Was there anything else said?"
"The gist of it was, I have been compromised, they received complaints from clients of late. That I was seducing you and that was ....distracting you from your duties."
"Well, this is a new one to me."
"Do you think whoever is behind the fraud is behind this as well?"
Michael's eyes widened slightly as he considered that. "It's possible."
"But you don't think so?"
"No, it doesn't sound right."
"Okay, I trust your judgement."
*
Dave Wilkins stepped out of his Jaguar, curling his nose. The farm was a pleasant sight. It was well taken care of and well run by the looks of things, but it was still an animal farm.
Glancing towards the barn, he spotted Jamie and Michael. Anger at her defiance swamped him. That piece of white trash sure did know how to throw hay bales though, he watched her, appreciatively for a moment. Michael stood on top of the tall red and green wagon, tossing bales down to the girl below, who then threw them into the barn.
"Miss Williams, I need to speak with you." His tone was harsh, demanding.
Glancing at Michael, she informed the next in the brigade that she had some business that had to be taken care of.
Head held high, she met him by the parking area. Seeing why she left, Michael had jumped down as well, one fluid movement that caught Dave's eye. He had never met Michael Knight before. The man was impressive.
"Miss Williams, your orders were clear."
"I'm aware of your orders, but while I'm on suspension, I've taken a job here."
"I don't believe you."
"Feel free to speak with Trish, she will verify my employment."
"Anything to stay in his bed, huh?" He leaned in, almost hissing at her, fingering a stray hair away from one of the burns. "Looks like he's a little too rough for you." Eyes flashing in fury, she spun on her heel.
Grabbing her arm, he swung her back to him, his intentions clear.
"I don't think you want to go there." Michael's voice was as sharp as a sword. Ripping her arm from his grasp, she stepped back, closer to Michael.
"So I see it's true. I would have figured you had better taste, Knight."
Kitt had picked up the raised vitals and scanned the area. He did not like the scene in the driveway before him. There was a large red mark on her arm, beginning to bruise. Michael was rigid in his fury. Kitt felt a tingling of pride as Michael kept his temper. This was a delicate situation. One wrong move could jeopardize her chances with the board.
"I'm not sure what's going on here, but I intend to find out." Michael's words could only be taken as a threat by someone who had something to hide.
Dave had always prided himself on being clever. He caught Michael's innuendo and let it pass, following another path. "May I remind you, that this assignment is top priority."
"I'm well aware of my responsibilities. Are you?" With that, they headed back towards the barn.
"How's your arm?"
"Sore, but thanks. I have no idea why he thinks I'm so..."
"We'll figure this out." He stopped her. "You have nothing to be afraid of. I'll back you up."
"So will I." Kitt had stood watch for the past few minutes and had waited until Wilkins had left before speaking up.
Hugging Michael briefly, "thank you. And if I could, I'd hug you too, Sweetheart." She glanced at the black car that sat in the sun beside where they had paused to watch Wilkins drive away.
"How come he gets the affectionate names?"
"Cause you get the hug." With that, she jogged back over to the barn.
"Just think Michael, she'll never kiss me."
Firing a smug look behind him, "don't be so sure."
*
Kitt had been keeping an eye out ever since Michael had left for the show. After the previous night he felt a strong bond with the young woman on the end of the second comlink. He was beginning to feel the same protective streak Michael did towards her. She was a wonderful person. Being one of the few who treated him with respect and love. He cherished her for it. Half an hour ago Rick had wandered in, drunk as a skunk, breaking a beer bottle over his roof as he passed the car, muttering something about having that chick. Kitt only partially paid attention to him. The guy would only hurt himself if he hit the car. A funny feeling was hanging about his CPU. He couldn't name it. It arrived shortly after Rick left the shed. When the ghost refused to leave him alone, he conducted a full scan. First the property, every inch. All horses were as they should. Then the house. That's when it hit him. There was someone outside Jamie's door. A more thorough scan revealed Rick jimmying the handle.
"Jamie!" If he could wake her, she'd have a chance. "Jamie wake up! Jamie!!" Again and again he called. She was beginning to stir. Rick was in the room now, just about at the bed.
"Jamie!" One last try and he heard her intake of breath, seeing Rick in the room, a silhouette almost beside her. Rolling off the other side of the bed, she remained just beyond his reach. Scrambling she looked for a way out. Where he was standing blocked her only escape.
"Come to me you little pussy. You won't regret it."
Her heart was pounding in her ears, beginning to block thoughts. "Stay with me Ja." Kitt's voice gave her the edge she needed. Rick stood confused for a second. Chancing it, she jumped past him. He was not as drunk as she believed. He grabbed her arm, flinging her back onto the bed. Climbing on, he began pulling at her clothes.
"No!! Get off of me!!" Twisting, she upset his balance. As he tumbled away, Ja jumped up and out the door. Before she realized what she was doing, she found herself pulling Kitt's door open. Closing it behind the terrified girl, he locked down.
Furious, Rick had followed her. Believing she'd made a grave mistake by climbing in the car, he yanked on the handle. She cringed as the car rocked, then relaxed. She was safe. There wasn't a place more so than with Kitt. Rick continued to thrash at the car, finding weapons to hit at the windows with.
"I'd find this amusing if it weren't for the circumstances."
She would not allow herself to cry. Reaction or not. "Thank you Kitt. If you hadn't..."
"But I did." His tone was gentle, his worry was intense. "You're safe, and you're unharmed."
"How much longer before he wears himself out?" She straightened her top over her track pants. She longed for Michael to be witness to this. If he'd have been here this wouldn't... But Kitt was. Her breathing was returning to normal and tiredness rolled over her.
"Do you want to talk about this?"
"Later. Please."
"Michael will not be impressed."
A small snort escaped. "One of us had better be around when he first sees Rick."
"I heard from Michael this afternoon. They are en route as we speak."
"Good." Rick had given up by that point.
Looking directly at her, "this is not over. Your boyfriend can't be around 24-7, and you can't spend all day hiding in your car."
She shivered as he walked away, crossing her arms over her chest. Kitt noticed the bruise forming on her arm. He had not been gentle with her. Michael was going to be gunning for the snake-like man when the news broke.
*
"Michael." Kitt cheered as his driver entered the garage the next night. Once they were sufficiently away from the property, Michael pulled over.
"Alright, what the hell is going on?"
Michael had a right to be upset. Jamie had barely acknowledged his arrival, only Kitt knew how her pulse had increased. Any attempts to touch her were met with baffling results. Twice she jumped away, like he'd burned her. The third, she ripped her arm away from the gentle guidance Michael had offered; something he had done many times before without incident.
"Kitt? Come on."
"Michael, you don't understand."
"Damn right I don't."
"Michael you must calm down and listen. This is upsetting enough."
That caught his attention. "Okay, I'm listening."
"Rick attacked Jamie."
"What?!"
"I managed to wake her up in time, but he still... "
"He didn't..?" Michael couldn't bring himself to say it.
"No, he didn't." Michael's eyes closed in relief. "He grabbed her and forced her onto the bed. She fought him off and came to me."
"Thank you."
"Why are *you* thanking me?" Astonished and taken slightly aback.
"For protecting her for me."
"I'm not sure she would see it in quite that manner."
A knowing smile touched Michael's lips. "We need to get back."
"She's frightened, but not of you."
"I know Pal."
"She needs you, whether she wants to admit it or not."
"That's okay, 'cause I think I need her too."
"That makes two of us."
"She's touched you too, huh?"
"Very much so."
"Do I want to know what you two have been up to while I've been away?"
"Most likely not." The teasing banter helped.
Jamie sat on the edge of the bed, every light in the room turned on, too strung to sleep, or even lie down for that matter. Michael and Kitt were both off property, that left her feeling vulnerable. Not something she liked. She jolted when the door opened. Relieved, she watched Michael walk in.
Motioning her to the bed, he sat beside her, remembering not to reach for her.
With as much gentleness as he could muster, "why didn't you tell me?"
She had figured Kitt would tell him. "I don't know. I wanted to tell you." Staring at the carpet, shifting her balance to the right to keep from tipping into him.
"What happened? How about we start with that?"
"Didn't Kitt..?"
"I want your version."
"I'm not sure... He's been making comments from the first day. I
never thought he'd act on them. Jeez. I remember Kitt waking me, seeing Rick in here, standing beside the bed. I slid off the other side. He was drunk, I'm sure of that. When Kitt called to me again, Rick paused, I figured that was my chance to get by him. I was wrong. He grabbed me, pushing me back onto the bed... At least he was drunk enough that I could shove him off. I ran to Kitt. That's it."
"Are you sure?" Her expression said different.
"He said that he'd be back. That you couldn't be watching me all the time and I can't hide in the car."
"Have you spoken to Trish?"
"No, there's no reason to."
"Ja, this is called sexual harassment and assault. Could could press charges if you wanted."
"And Trish loses a good worker. I can't do that to her."
"So you'll risk getting raped over this?"
"I just can't see him doing it Michael. I don't know why."
"Denial?"
Shrugging, "maybe."
She was determined, he had to give her that. He also wasn't going to change her mind. "Alright, I can't force you to take any action against him." He reached up, running his hand down the side of her face. "I'm just worried." She didn't flinch away. It was a good sign.
"I know you are. And I know Kitt is as well. I have to be able to take care of myself. I can't rely on you and Kitt all the time."
"I'd like it if you did." It was his turn to give a shy smile.
Understanding his meaning, she leaned into him. Relaxing as he lay back, holding her as they drifted off to sleep.
*
Michael was exhausted. He had dragged himself from the comfort of their bed, to spend yet another night with Kitt watching over the property for nothing. No activity whatsoever. He was frustrated and put out. The surveillance, plus the work during the day was wearing him down. Kitt insisted that he sleep while they were up on the ridge, but since the fire, he hadn't been able to relax enough to get more than a few hours worth. Jamie had offered to cover a night for him, he didn't feel secure permitting that. Kitt would take care of her, he knew, but if she left his safety it would be too easy for her to get hurt.
The dawn had broken with a brilliance rarely seen at this time of year. There was no heavy fog to hinder the light or a person's perspective. Coming onto the side street, he spotted the familiar horse and rider. Catching up, he slowed the car to keep pace with Britt's easy stride. Glancing back, Jamie's face broke into a challenging smile before gunning the mare. Michael had to stomp on the accelerator to keep up with the sudden burst of speed. Down the road they went, horse and car, side by side. Man and woman smiling from the controls of their partners.
Cutting in front, Ja jumped the ditch, beating Kitt back to the barn.
"You cheated." Michael accused as he walked into the barn, finding Jamie smiling a little too brightly as she untacked.
"You could have jumped the ditch if you wanted." Mischievous grin on her face, she left him gaping at her. Sometimes, it was just worth it, he thought.
*
"They are getting too close." The female voice ranted.
"They don't have a clue."
"If you could see past your dick, you might notice."
"Look, you asked me to do a job and I'm taking care of it. Knight and his chick have no idea what's going on around them."
"I don't give a shit about Knight. He can go fuck himself for all I care. But we have our orders and she has to take the fall."
"I'm still working on that." The man admitted sheepishly.
"You are taking too long. It's going to be all our hides soon. I don't know about you, but I'm sick and tired of being stuck in this hell hole. I want out. Now."
"I can't do this any faster. If he'd just fuck her and get it over with...."
"Then turn up the pressure. He won't sit by and let her be taken. God man, he's so fucking in love with her, but he's too blind to see it."
The man smirked. "If I had her in my bed, she wouldn't get a full night's sleep."
"Yeah, we all know that. There has to be a way..."
"Let me talk to the others, see if we can arrange something. He'll have to be around though; to comfort her."
*
"Michael, can I get your help for a minute?" Michael glanced over his shoulder, away from the stall wall he was fixing to see Beth's face peeking through the bars. Making sure the boards were solid, and that all nails were flush with the wood, he stepped from the stall.
"Sure. What do you need?" Following her into the main barn, she paused at the tack room door.
"Trish wants my big tack box moved to the upstairs section."
Michael groaned. "You had to sucker me didn't you?" She smiled apologetically, yet for some reason he didn't feel that she meant it. "Is it empty?" She nodded. "Okay." Reaching for the handle on his side, he waited until she had a good grip on her end. The box itself was about three feet high and about a foot and a half wide, but whoever made it, made it to last. The wood was thick, making it extremely heavy. Lifting it, Michael tried to keep most of the weight of it on his end.
Slowly, they managed to climb the narrow staircase that lead to the loft, and into the storage area near the back of the barn. Huffing a little, he slid the box against the wall. As soon as the box was in place, Beth dropped against it, trying to catch her breath.
"Thanks, I wouldn't have been able to get it up here alone."
"What did you make that thing out of? Cement?"
"No, oak." She shook her head, smiling at his comment.
"That explains it." Shoving off the wall, he intended to get back to work. He was almost done for the day, and was looking forward to a quiet evening on the ridge with his partner, then climbing into bed with Jamie for a full night's sleep.
"So tell me," Beth blocked Michael's way, stepping into his personal space. "Why did you stop riding?"
Taking a step back, Michael found himself cornered against the door frame. "Lack of time, no other reason."
Approaching him, placing a hand in the center of his chest. "Too bad, a man like you belongs in breeches."
Grabbing her hand, and removing it, Michael shook his head. He had been waiting for this. "Look Beth, as flattering as this is, I'm really very happy with Jamie." Smiling, he realized just how much truth there was in his statement.
Ignoring him, Beth curled her fingers around Michael's. "So why not broaden your horizons?" Her other arm slid up onto his shoulder.
Letting out a long breath, looking down at the eighteen year old that was half leaning on him. "Look," taking hold of both her shoulders, he pushed her back slightly. "We can't do this."
"Yes we can." Her voice had taken on a sultry tone. "Anything she can do for you, I can do better."
Michael chuckled, not believing what she was offering. "That's not the point." He continued gently. "There would be something lacking." Something he never wanted to be without again.
"Like what?" God, she was so naive in so many ways.
"Like caring and love. I've been without it before, and maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to experience it." With a slight squeeze of her shoulders, he brushed past her.
Beth watched Michael jog back down the stairs. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had turned her down. A spark of anger ignited in her. How dare he? What was love anyway? A romantic ideal, nothing more. A plan began forming in her head. There was always a way.
Beth kept an eye on Michael and Jamie for the rest of the afternoon. Though they passed each other often, and yes, there was something between them, something was also missing.
"Failed in your latest conquest have you?" Beth whirled at Rick's voice in her ear.
Glaring at him, "I haven't failed yet. I'm still plotting." The self assuredness the sentence caused Rick to smile. "Look at them, what do you see?" Beth gestured towards Jamie and Michael standing in the fading sun just outside the second barn.
"I don't know, why?"
"Do they look like lovers to you?" Rick watched the interaction for a moment. Then it hit him.
"They barely touch."
"If I had him, I'd never take my hands off him." Rick smirked thinking he'd do likewise if he had Jamie. "I can get him yet."
Laughing to himself, Rick walked away from the girl. Her ideas were contrary to the original plans, but what the hell. The more that little red-headed tramp suffered, the better. Now if Beth actually succeeded in stealing Knight, that would just be icing on the cake, in his opinion.
*
Parked up on the ridge, Michael sat on Kitt's hood, gazing over the property. The arena lights were on, meaning that Jamie was still teaching. She had told him in passing that she would be working late tonight. He'd had no idea that she meant 11 pm. He knew all about wanting to please clients, but this was crazy. Jamie would be up at 6, as usual, the next morning and would continue on. A workaholic, just like him. He was almost overly eager for all the lights to go out, so he and Kitt could return. To spend a full night cocooned around Jamie sounded like heaven to him.
Closing his eyes, memories engulfed him, transporting him back to his first year with his partner.
~flashback~
Michael surged up inside the moving car. The dream had woken him with an incredible start. For the life of him he couldn't remember what it had been about, but the feeling hung over him. A horrible, sinking feeling. Like something was terribly wrong, but he didn't know what.
"Michael?" The now familiar voice drew his attention. Shifting, he found that Kitt had raised the seat back for him. Settling against it, he rubbed his damp temples, wishing his heart would return to its normal rate.
"I'm okay, Kitt."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. It was just a bad dream."
"Do you experience them often?"
Michael smiled. His new partner was so innocent, so curious. "Not so much anymore, no." Frowning, he still couldn't figure out what this dream had been about. He was so used to reliving Tanya shooting him in the face. This dream left him with a different feeling. Not the terror, but a fear, a fear for someone else's safety. "Kitt..." This had been nagging at him, ever since he found out Michael Long was 'dead'. But the dream renewed his need to know, filled him with an almost frantic desire.
"Michael? What is it?" Kitt had never seen his driver so agitated before. It disturbed him.
"I need a favor. I don't want the Foundation to know what I'm
doing. I know I shouldn't be asking this, I don't want to see these people, I just want to know where they are, that they are alright, that they went on..."
"Michael..." Kitt's infinitely gentle tone interrupted. "Let me prove to you that you can trust me."
For a moment, Michael was left speechless. He was about to ask Kitt to break the rules, to become his confidant and he was sure the AI knew what they were about to partake in. Michael wasn't sure what he was more shocked about. That Kitt understood, or that he was more than willing to help. A quick nod, then Michael began listing off names, both male and female, most accompanied with ages. In the end there were twelve names.
"Is there anyone else Michael?"
Taking a deep, unsure breath, "yeah Kitt, one more. Stefanie Mason." Kitt noted the catch in Michael's voice as he spoke the name, but passed it off as a normal reaction. These were all names from his 'past life.' A few had already been programmed into him. They were people that Kitt was specifically ordered to keep Michael away from. Looking at his driver, the disturbed expression, the frequent nightmares that had been steadily plaguing, and wearing down his friend. He had to do something to ease Michael's mind. If gathering this small amount of information on these people would put his driver's mind at rest, then it was worth the risky task.
Circumventing FLAG's tracers was simplistic. They trusted him. Even the backup program was childs' play for the AI to avoid. Michael had managed to fall back to sleep. They were still a number of hours drive from home.
It didn't take long to gather the locations, the jobs and a few other small details about each person Michael had left behind. Deciding not to wait, Kitt gently woke his partner, who was beginning to become haunted by another dream.
"I have the information you asked for." Michael's eyes widened in the dark interior of the car. Kitt smiled to himself. Waiting for Michael to fully wake and stop fidgeting, Kitt then slowly told his driver about his old friends and loved ones. Periodically Michael's eyes would close and a small smile would touch his lips.
"And lastly, Stefanie Mason." With the simple mention of the name, Michael stiffened, his breath catching. Kitt paused in confusion for a moment, then passed on the details of this woman's life. Single, working as a law clerk, slowly working her way up. Her job destination was not clear, but she had been working a great deal of overtime. "She appears to be very dedicated."
"She is, Pal." Letting out a shuddering breath as a small tear ran down his cheek. Kitt watched, not understanding Michael's reaction. The young lady he had inquired about was doing well. Progressing up the corporate ladder, as Michael would say. There was no call for the pained expression on Michael's face.
It would be some time before Kitt discovered why Michael had asked about her, and for the AI to realize the full impact this woman had in Michael's life. Over the years, they had bumped into 'Stevie' on a few occasions. Twice for business reasons and once to help Michael regain his will to live after his life was almost cut short by another gun shot wound. Michael never lost track of her during that time. There were a few others they kept tabs on. His mother for example. When times became rough for her, mysteriously, bills would be paid, or another good fortune would be bestowed upon her. The two partners had accomplished this in secrecy for years. Devon approached Michael about it only once. To his credit, Michael refused to lie to his boss. Devon nodded, having his suspicions confirmed. With a small squeeze to Michael's shoulder and an affectionate smile, the older man turned his back to their actions. Leaving both partners dumbfounded.
Kitt also discovered what Michael considered a 'simple pleasure'. When in great distress, when a case refused to leave him, Michael would seek out someone from his past. Stevie more often than not. Michael would park to watch them from afar for a few hours. His niece playing soccer one afternoon, his mother gardening another day and Stevie washing dishes another time. After each encounter, Michael left with tears in his eyes and a renewed sense of dedication.
"If I can spare others what my family went through, then this is more than worth it." Michael explained one day while they were watching the newest member of the Long family learning to walk in the grass of his older brother's front yard.
"But..." Kitt had not been able to voice his question, unsure of how to ask Michael about this confusing situation.
"How many lives have we saved, Pal?"
"Too many." Kitt responded dryly.
"Exactly." Taking a deep breath as the youngster crawled madly between his parents. "What if it had been him?" Michael motioned towards his brother with his chin. "I may not have had the same conviction that I do now. Everything happens for a reason and the suffering that we experience is nothing in comparison to what others do. I have a family Kitt. You, Devon and Bonnie; *we* are a close knit family. I've never trusted anyone the way I trust them, the way I trust you." With one last quick peek at the small boy, Michael hit the ignition button, smiling as Kitt's engine roared to life. "I have everything I want in life, and more so." Putting the car in gear, he pulled out from the curb, passing the house on his way back to the highway.
~end flashback~
Looking down as the arena lights flickered for a second, Michael knew he had been wrong. He had assumed the Stevie's death had been an omen; that he couldn't risk a loving, permanent relationship. Jamie was showing him just how wrong he had been. That he was missing a very vital part of life. Something Kitt couldn't supplement, only compliment. Hitching his ankle further up his knee, he realized that he hadn't looked into his family in a few months. Granted, work had been hellishly busy, but his free time had been taken up with Jamie. Once this case was solved, maybe it was time to show Jamie the other side of his life. To let her see his family, to allow her fully into his life.
"Michael?" Kitt's voice softly drifted into the night air.
"Hummm?" Michael didn't want to move from his perch over Kitt's right front tyre. One foot on the ground, the opposite ankle hooked over his knee. He felt content to sit and overlook for now. He was tired and confused. Nothing made sense to him. This whole case jumbled about inside his head, not following any particular pattern. There was always a pattern. Why couldn't he see this one?
"I've conducted that research you asked for." Michael turned his head slightly towards the windscreen. "Horse mortality is the most common of insurance policies. There is no regulation on these policies. The horse must pass a vet inspection, but the owner often chooses whatever amount they feel the horse is to be insured for."
"Companies don't look into this?"
"It would be to difficult to moderate. There are millions of horses in the United States alone. If there is a physical problem then yes, the insurance company intervenes, unless the horse is a breeding stallion."
"So if I wanted, I could buy an old nag and insure it for say, fifty thousand?"
"As long as you can submit a recent vet certificate to proclaim the horse is in good health, and you are willing to pay the costs, then yes."
"That's crazy."
"You must also understand that insurance fraud is also very uncommon."
"Or so well hidden that no one notices."
"That's a frightening possibility."
"What does this mortality policy cover?"
"From what I have gathered so far, it covers any naturally occurring death, accidental death, death by euthanasia - only if conducted by a certified vet - death caused by a natural disaster; lightning or earthquake for example and disease."
"So what about the barn fire?"
"Since the fire was deemed accidental, then the insurance companies will pay."
"Does this mean you got your tyres on the police report?"
Kitt made a snorting noise. "Bonnie forwarded it to me yesterday."
"And?" The suspense was killing Michael, and he was sure his partner knew it.
"And it seems that the investigator determined that the wires were chewed by rodents. The building has been surveyed every year by a qualified building inspector. Thus the insurance company is satisfied that this was accidental. The police can't find any opposing evidence, neither can we for that matter."
"Then why does this sit so badly?"
"I hate to admit this, but I must agree with your gut feeling."
"This is a set up."
"And we are missing a large part of the puzzle."
"Why the hit down the road?" Michael wondered aloud.
"Mistaken property?" Kitt suggested.
Michael made a disagreeable noise. "It's possible."
"But unlikely. Maybe as Jamie said, they were trying to divert the attention."
"You wanna know what's sitting in my bones?" Michael paused, adjusting himself more comfortably on the warm hood. "I don't think the insurance is the real reasoning behind all this."
Kitt was taken aback, to the point of Michael feeling the car jerk under him. "Then what...?"
"I don't know Partner. But whatever it is, the horses are only a small percentage, possibly a convenient way of covering up the real cause."
"Which is why we can't find a pattern."
Nodding, Michael continued, "there is none. This is designed to keep the police chasing their tails."
"Or us." Michael spun to face the windscreen, his body stiffening at the possibility.
*
Stepping around the car, Jamie watched as Michael fought to keep a hold of the rearing and plunging horse.
'I don't have time for this' she thought to herself. "Kitt?" Dropping into the driver's seat, she motioned to the rear view. "Do you mind? I really need one?"
"Not at all." Amusement could clearly be heard as he angled the mirror for her. "Are you alright?"
Hands trembling, she applied her lipstick, "Yeah, I'll be better once I'm on horseback. I'm a wreck until then."
"So's Brittany by the looks of it."
"She'll settle." Jamie moved to check the 'Showbow', a hair net and ribbon attached to a clasp with elegance, used to keep her hair neat and tied back.
"You sound very confident of that."
"She always has. She hasn't killed Michael yet, I figure that's a good sign."
"Excuse me?"
"Britt hasn't always had the kindest owners. I purchased her off people who were about to send her to the meat market, citing her as too vicious." Finally satisfied, stepping out of the car, Michael lead Britt over. Kitt was parked on the far side of the trailer with a clear view of the ring where he could tape her ride. Seeing her mum, Britt calmed, dropping to lick the car while Michael helped Jamie with her tail coat as she slipped it on.
"I beg your pardon!"
"Take it as a compliment Sweetheart, the only other car she's licked was mine."
"How comforting." Both Jamie and Michael threw amused smiles at the Trans Am.
"Can you give me a leg up?" Picking up her reins, she turned to Michael.
Without a word he reached down to grab her ankle, lifting her up with ease. Shifting into the saddle, she arranged her double reins. Michael was still holding the bridle, near the bits.
"Is the tape ready?"
"Of course. I'll hand it to the steward while you're warming up."
"Thank you, both of you."
"Welcome." Reaching up, he placed a hand behind her neck, pulling her down to place a small kiss on her lips. "For luck." Was the soft explanation.
The gentle kiss was enough to cause her to forget where she was. Even Britt acknowledged his gesture by tucking her head into the crook of his arm, her forehead against his chest. Then pushed him, hard enough to throw him against the car.
Laughing Jamie swung her around, "show time."
Crossing the grounds Jamie felt her nerves kick into overdrive. Her fall off of Leroy had slowed her training considerably. When she was able to ride again, she had to be very careful. Something she was not good at. Once she was sure she could ride without reinjuring her lung, she jumped back in full throttle. This show being her ultimate goal. At this particular show, it was rumored that the scouts were out. The ones who controlled sponsorships, as well as the ones who kept their eyes out for potential Olympic team members. Taking a deep breath, she rode to the warm up ring. It truly was the creme-de-la-creme here. Yes she knew she and Britt were good, but riding a thoroughbred in the upper level dressage classes was frowned upon.
Entering the sand ring, the world began to fade. There was only the horse beneath her and her warm up. Slow and steady, following the plan she had set for herself. She was vaguely aware of the other's leaving for their tests. Her time was set and Kitt would beep her five minutes before she was to be in the ring.
The warm up was not fancy. Jamie had specifically planned on saving the 'tricks' for the Kur itself. Britt would be fresher, more willing. Right now, she was trying to bore Britt out of her skull with basics. Bending, stretching. All the building blocks that strengthened and were down right tedious. Three gaits - no extensions or collections. Two directions, nothing smaller than a ten meter circle. The mare would tire too easily as it was.
Her comlink chirped, startling her out of her concentration. Looking up towards the competition ring, she noticed how many people surrounded it. Taking a deep breath, she made her way over to Michael who was ready to brush off Britt's legs, and give her boots one last wipe.
Looking up at the woman on horseback, Michael was startled to see the determination on her face.
"This is it Beauty, lets show 'em." Ja whispered into the mare's ears, too focused to acknowledge Michael walking beside them.
Walking into the dressage ring as Children by Robert Miles began, she felt Britt puff up under her. Britt knew this tune and its meaning.
Sitting on the hill off to the side, Michael felt a sense of pride invade him. The tune Ja had picked was perfectly suited to the pair. New Age enough to have a good catchy beat, but classical sounding enough for all ages to appreciate. Britt flowed to the music. Covering the ground with ease. The mare had no right being this strong after all her down time. Most people trained for years to maintain this level of fitness. But Trish had pushed, and with all the crap going on in her life, Jamie responded to the pushing. Riding both herself and the horse at overly demanding levels. Granted, Britt had been to this level before Jamie had to give up riding. And the mare was certainly just as hard on herself as the woman riding her. Perfectionists, both of them. Yet, when it all came together, the two appeared to be one, giving the true 'Dance of the Centaur'. Michael was not naive. He had seen the battles, the stresses of training, but today, they worked together. The trot on the spot - piaffe - if he remembered the name correctly, had the greatest degree of difficulty. It was something Jamie worked on over and over again. He had heard the girls commenting behind her back that she was going to ruin the mare. Jamie believed that Britt needed the confidence; she appeared to be right. The mandatory tests required 15 steps of piaffe, they did 60 odd. A show of pure strength, Jamie once said to him. They moved onto the floating trot - passage - he recalled. It was Britt's favorite 'trick' and again it showed as they glided over the ground with the highly suspended steps. Jamie's eyes were almost turned back into herself as she rode each movement. The flying lead changes at the canter amused him. The horse looked like she was skipping across the ring, yet another 'trick' that Ja and Britt had to work for.
Jamie had left the extended gaits for the end. Most horses tired after the 5 or 6 minutes it took to ride the freestyle to music, but Britt knew the most difficult moves came last and seemed to gain energy through the test, powering through her gaits, ears flapping to the side in total trust and relaxation. He caught Jamie's eye as she crossed the ring towards him and she smiled, a bright, full of joy expression. She knew, there was no way she couldn't. Just like he knew when Kitt was giving him more than 100 percent. The canter pirouettes were the end and Britt added a little extra gusto to them. He had watched her perform this Kur at home and at the few other shows they had been to, and it had never come across with such fluidity and grace. The halt and the salute. He would see Jamie's beaming smile from the side. They were both huffing, but bright eyed and bushy tailed. Britt's ears pointing directly at the group of people on the hill as they exited the ring.
For a moment, there was silence, then applause.
Walking out of the ring, she let Michael lead Britt back to the trailer. Not something she normally did, but she knew her own body. Jamie dismounted and two strong arms prevented her from falling backwards as her legs gave out. Leaning back against him, allowing him to hold her up for a second, Jamie found her bearings.
"Let me take care of her, you go rest." The concerned voice from behind her ear instructed.
"No, I've got it."
"No you don't." To prove his point, Michael backed from her, causing her to grab the saddle to keep her balance.
"Sit." He deposited her on Kitt's hood. Reaching up, Ja fed Britt a few mints from her groombox. The mare looked as tired as she felt. Pride had kept them at top performance, now they were just plain tuckered. Britt paid little attention to Michael as he stripped off the tack and rubbed her down with liniment. Instead she mooched more treats from her mum, receiving a large, happy smile in return for her antics.
Relaxing in the passenger seat of the Trans Am, Jamie let herself doze as Michael followed the trailer back to the farm. Glancing over Michael's shoulder, her fourth place ribbon flapped in the breeze where it hung over her jacket on the coat hook inside the car. Realistically, it was a fabulous placing. When being honest with herself, she was disappointed. But her competitive side had always driven her very hard. Michael had been so proud of her, so had Trish. Britt was exhausted, having used every fiber of her being to produce such a spectacular test. She would need light work for the next few days, as would her rider. She had not been approached, but Michael had overheard a number of positive comments after her ride. 'It was a great ride.' Jamie told herself. They would only get better. Yet somehow, something was nagging inside her. She couldn't finger what it was though. An unrest within her was the closest she could pin down.
*
Taking a seat beside Devon, Michael felt his suspicions rise. He was tense going into this meeting of the Board, instantly distrusting. Now that feeling grew in leaps and bounds. Devon did not look happy. Whatever had occurred before he was invited in had upset the older man. 'Invited', Michael snorted darkly to himself. He was becoming more and more convinced that someone in the Foundation was involved in the fraud. He had kept his thoughts to himself up to this point, having nothing concrete to base his theory on. Making himself as comfortable as possible, the game began as the two members at the far end of the table whispered to one another.
"Mr. Knight, you have been asked here to quell the rumors that you are involved in relations with Miss. Williams." Wilkins waited, focusing directly on Michael.
"I would like to know why my personal life is suddenly at the forefront of every one's agenda?" Devon mentally smiled. Seeing for the first time why Michael partook in verbal mind games so frequently. The simplicity in which he just turned the tables was laughable.
"We have received complaints concerning your... effectiveness."
"Then why not approach me?"
"We are."
"Only after attacking another member of this company, who has no involvement in my productivity."
"Is that an answer?"
"Isn't that what you wanted to hear?" Michael's eyes never left Wilkins's face. He was beyond mad. They were trying to destroy the only woman who had accepted him for who and what he was. "If you are so displeased with my performance, then maybe you need to find yourself another agent."
"Michael?!" Devon's distressed call did nothing to hinder his conviction. If they wanted to play games, he could play them. Kitt was his, in every way. If they forced him to leave, they would have a great many problems to deal with. Not the least of all being a very pissed AI.
"We are not looking to replace you Mr Knight. I think we all realize that your success rate is extemporary. We are just...concerned with these allegations."
"Then why did you wait this long?" There was something about Wilkins. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
"I'm sure you are aware of the 'red tape' involved. However, it has been decided that you are to be excused from this assignment. You are expected to return to FLAG headquarters Friday night." Michael's mouth opened, then shut again. Glaring at Wilkins, he stood.
"This is not over yet."
"I hope it is." Wilkins replied pleasantly. "It would be a great loss to the Foundation if you were to lose your focus."
Stalking out of the boardroom, Michael didn't look back until Kitt's door closed behind him.
"Just what the hell was that?" Michael's eyebrows rose in reaction the Kitt's fierce question.
"If they can't get Jamie away from us, then they will drag us away from Jamie." Sighing, he pulled out of the lot. "Kitt, do me a favor and block out all communications to FLAG."
"Why?" There was no suspicion in Kitt's voice, dread possibly as Michael's eyes dropped to the voice box.
"I need you to do something." After a few seconds, a few lights inside the car changed, even the homing signal turned off.
"We're alone Michael. What is it you want to know?"
"Two things actually. First off, I want to know everything there is to know on Dave Wilkins. Full background, the whole works."
"I had suspected that request, what's the other?"
"This is where it gets weird for me. I'm going on a gut feeling here, Pal, so please don't ask me where I'm going with this."
"Okay..."
"Can you call up a picture of Wilkins, and beside it, a picture of Jamie?" After a few seconds, both pictures appeared. "It's true isn't it Kitt?"
"I think so. I'll need a little more time to be sure." Michael nodded, staring in disbelief at the two pictures in front of him, not even noticing when Kitt took control of the car.
He had let Kitt drive them back to the farm. His mind was in too much of a whirl. How the hell was he going to tell her? There was no way she could know. Was there? No, she would have mentioned it to him. But thinking about it, she rarely, if ever spoke of her parents or other family. God, how had he let himself fall in love with a woman he barely knew?
"Michael?" Lifting his head from where it rested in his hands, he waited for Kitt to continue. "I have the information on Wilkins you requested. It's pretty cut and dry." Michael smirked without humour. "Born into wealth, his parents sent him to the best schools here in the States. He and Wilton met during the second world war. They were stationed together overseas for a number of years. After the war, Wilton established Knight Industries. He, Devon and Wilkins were all original partners within the company. Jamie's father was the next to join. He had a vast knowledge in the medical fields. He created one of the first working synaptic joints."
"So they all knew each other."
"Rather well from the information I have." Kitt paused, almost as if he was going over his files again. "Is it possible that Jamie's mother had an affair with Wilkins?"
"No, I don't think so. It doesn't add up. If it had been a loving relationship, I can't see him treating Jamie like this."
"Then I don't understand the connection?"
Michael took a deep breath as an idea came to him. "Kitt, when I was a cop, Stevie and I used to go out regularly with a bunch of other couples. A few were married, Stevie and I were engaged at that time, and the two others were long standing relationships. One night, after Stevie and I had been away on vacation for a few weeks, we came back to discover a new ritual. The evening started as normal, we went to the bar, had a few drinks, found a seat, had dinner. Nothing seemed amiss at the time. Good friends we had missed being with. Then after dinner, Bill pulls out his hat and all the car keys get dropped into it. Being as possessive as I was, I refused, and I'm very glad that I did. The girls then took turns picking out a set of keys. Whoever's keys they grabbed, they went home with." Michael finished, still appalled by his friends actions.
"You mean to tell me that they went with the men to...."
"Yeah Kitt, they swapped lovers. When they discovered that Stevie and I would have nothing to do with this concept, they quit asking us out."
"But that's...." Kitt stopped, unsure how to describe his feelings.
"I've run into these games a few times. Once or twice I found myself in the middle of the mess, not realizing until it was almost too late what was going on. In all honesty Kitt, I prefer one night stands over switch hitting with my best friend's wife."
"Then I guess it's a good thing I don't have keys." Michael snorted. "Jamie probably doesn't know."
"I'm betting Wilkins does. But I don't want to tip my hat just yet."
Walking into the bedroom he had shared with Jamie for the past few weeks, he felt a loss, the beginnings of a depression lurking around his soul. Yes, the work had been difficult. The demands he had placed on himself had taken their toll, and no, he hadn't solved the case - not yet anyway - but he wasn't about to give this up. He would speak to Devon, alone, away from the Foundation about his suspicions. He and Kitt had pulled in well after dark and he'd remained in the car for a fair chunk of time. Both partners were silent, taking in the quiet night and the comfort of being with one another. He wasn't tired, not overly. He knew he'd regret this late night in the morning, but that didn't seem to matter now. Sliding the bench over, he sat, elbows on his knees, head in his hands and watched her sleep. He still wasn't sure how he was going to break the news to her. Nor was he sure how he could protect her once he was gone.
She slept so peacefully. They had both been through a great deal of late, and he needed to see her like this; relaxed, content. For the first time in a long time he wanted a relationship to continue. He smiled as he watched her stir, knowing she wouldn't remain asleep.
"Mi?" In her wakening state, her voice was foggy, not completing his name. It wasn't the first time he'd heard her call him that, and he prayed it wouldn't be the last.
"Hey. Kitt and I pulled in a short time ago."
"How'd it go?" Sitting up, she leaned back against the wall, pushing her hair out of her face. Resisting the urge to help her, he shifted from the bench to the edge of the bed.
"They pulled me from the case." He answered, his voice monotone.
Jamie's head dropped for a second. "I was waiting for this." Off Michael's confused reaction, "if they couldn't get me away from you, then they had to do something. This was the next logical step." Shrugging, Jamie looked at the man sitting beside her. The man she had come to know so well. It was all coming to an end and all she could feel was the loneliness.
Sliding closer to her, unable to decipher her expression in the dark room, he placed his palm against her cheek, his fingers sliding into her hair. Her skin was soft, warm, with a hint of her strength underneath. "I'm not leaving you Ja. Nor am I dropping this case." His voice had dropped and deepened. "Kitt and I have a few things in the works." She nodded, suspecting as much from him. Leaning into his touch, closing her eyes, she worked to memorize the feel. Placing his left hand on the bed beside her hip, he closed the distance between them. Her heart jumped as she felt the feathery kiss. Holding her, he increased the pressure between them, hearing her startled gasp when his tongue touched her lips. There was only a moment's pause before she responded, allowing him passed her lips, then returning the caress.
Her arms circled his neck, her fingers curling through his hair as the kiss lingered. Her heart was pounding in her chest, almost reaching to touch his. She had heard this referred to as a 'soul kiss', and now she knew why. She had never known a kiss to effect her so.
Pulling back, slightly breathless, he hugged her to him, not wanting to give up this intimate moment. "Go back to sleep." He whispered against the side of her head. "I'll be back in a minute." She nodded before he released her. Grabbing his stuff, he stepped into the bathroom to change. Joining her a few minutes later, he spooned himself around her. Using his arm as a pillow, she felt his other arm wrap snugly around her middle, holding her securely to him, granting them the most contact possible. Nuzzling into her hair, he closed his eyes, letting sleep take them away from reality for a few hours.
The members had already assembled, leaving her the only one standing. It wasn't that she felt inadequate, that wasn't what was running in circles inside her head. It was the knowledge that they were out to get her and she'd willingly walked into their trap. Sitting beside Devon, he nodded his greeting.
"Miss Williams, I'm sure you wish us to get straight to the point." Dave Wilkins had been a member for seven years. She had known him to be ruthless, but honest. Yet, as he paced the far end of the long mahogany table, something told her that had changed. Deep brown eyes turned accusingly to her. "It is our understanding that you have been... compromised."
"Excuse me?" Her tone held none of the nervousness she felt.
"Our reports indicate that you have been distracting Mr. Knight from his duties."
Jamie turned to Devon, not sure what she was expecting to see, but the older man's jaw hung open in a way she had never seen before. At least he did not believe this tidbit of information.
Finding her voice again, "how, may I ask, am I distracting Mr. Knight?"
"In layman terms; you're seducing him."
It was her turn to gape.
"I do not believe that either Mr. Knight's, or Miss William's private business is any affair of the Board's." Devon could not believe his ears. In all the time he had worked with Wilton Knight, personal matters were kept strictly out of the board room. And of all the people to peg moral indignation on, Jamie was not one of them.
"It seems that a number of complaints have come in regarding Mr Knight's performance of late."
"By whom?" Devon took on the roll of defender for the young woman.
"Recent clients, including the current assignment, also from within Knight Industries itself."
"And what do you propose to do?" Jamie sat ramrod straight, the coming answer was one she knew she would not like.
"Suspend your employment pending further investigation." There was a satisfied smile at her incredulous expression.
"Have you spoken to Mr. Knight?"
"Not as yet."
"Then you have no grounds." Devon leaned over the table.
"According to our mandate, if the board votes in favor, then any action may be taken."
"This is not a unanimous vote."
"Mr. Miles, considering your relation to Miss Williams, your vote is not valid."
Jamie sighed, there was no winning. Until they spoke to Michael and he confirmed that they were not involved, she was out of luck.
"Miss Williams, you are dismissed from your current assignment and are to leave immediately."
"And how, prey tell, is Mr. Knight to remain undercover in said assignment?" She was seething inside, what Wilton affectionately used to call 'her red hair flaring'.
"That is Mr. Knight's concern, not yours. You are excused."
Nodding she stood, leaving with her head held high. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She didn't notice Devon follow her.
The car she had arrived in was parked down the drive. During the short walk, her anger subsided marginally. This had been a set up from the start.
"Jamie." Devon called as she reached for Kitt's door. He was amazed, finally seeing who she'd come with. Facing him, she remained distant.
"I had no idea." He placed a hand on her arm, noticing her flinch.
"I know you didn't." Taking a breath, she leaned on Kitt. Her shoulder was killing her, at least the makeup to hide the burns seemed to have done the trick. As had the black gloves. "Michael's going to flip."
A humorless smile touched his lips, "he may very well do so."
"They set me up."
"I know." He paused, looking around, seeming like he wanted to ask her....
"Devon, no. Michael and I have never made love. I'm in love with him, I have to be honest with you, but that is not what we are to each other."
Looking back to the green eyes, he was grateful for her intuition. He did not want to ask it. Looking at her, standing beside Kitt, in her black, snugly fitting pantsuit with a pale pink blouse. Red hair framing her face and a headstrong determination in her eyes. She would not falter, maybe with Michael, but he doubted even then. He and the younger man had spoken of this young lady on a number of occasions. If there was one woman Devon could see Michael with long term, she was the one. "You've grown into quite the remarkable woman. Wilton would be proud." The tears shimmered for a second before she regained control. "I have to say Jamie, I would have no reservations about you and Michael. You are a daughter to me, as you were to Wilton, as Michael is like a son." He had expected it, but the hug still caught him off guard.
Stepping from Kitt's warmth, she was engulfed in Devon's. "Thank you. I love you too." Devon's eyes closed over her shoulder.
Stepping back, Devon held her arms for a moment. "I'll look into this, to see if there is any validity to these accusations."
"I know you will. I'm going to break this to Michael."
"May I make a suggestion?" Her eyebrows raised in the silent question. "Have Kitt with you, someplace inconspicuous."
"Good idea." Standing on her toes, she kissed his cheek. "You know where to find me." Turning back to Kitt, she settled in, hitting the ignition. Devon smiled at how Kitt responded to her. There were now four people who had driven him. Family. The word it him with a pleasant shock. Bonnie, Michael, Kitt, Jamie and himself. He suddenly imagined this was the way Wilton had always meant for it to be.
Wilkins met Devon at the door. "She arrived in the Knight Two Thousand? If there was any proof we needed, that is it."
"Why are you attacking her?" It was a calm, collected question. The dark man regarded his colleague for a moment.
"Because she doesn't belong. She's white trash who landed on her feet; with them spread, I may add."
"And what if you are wrong?"
The smile curdled Devon's stomach "I'm not."
*
Jamie drove back at high speeds. She was still seething. Michael was going to be pissed. This involved him, whether the board considered it immoral for him or not. They had, in actuality just insulted him. Claiming that his performance of late was not up to snuff.
"This is going to raise hell." She had a very nice case of white nuckle fever on the wheel. The pain in her hands was no comparison to the turmoil of emotions.
"Why is the Board doing this to you?"
Glancing from the road to the dancing lights, she sighed. "That's a very good question. I'll assume because they feel I landed my job due to my connection with Wilton and Devon."
"And now that you are friends with Michael...."
"That makes me an even bigger target."
"Jealousy?"
"I don't know about that Kitt. I received very little money after Wilton died, most of it is tucked away. Granted once I retire, I will have no worries. For now, however, I have to work, just like everyone else." Looking around, almost as if the passing fields could give her an answer. "How do I tell Michael?"
"Devon's suggestion is most likely the wisest."
"I really don't want to involve him."
"He'd want to be involved. You are not the only one this concerns."
"I know. That doesn't make it any easier."
*
"So?" Michael asked as soon as Kitt parked near the barn. It had grown dark by the time she and Kitt arrived back at the farm.
"So, we need to talk." Climbing out of Kitt, she motioned for him to get in. A disturbed expression crossed his face as she opened the passenger door.
Michael was worried. Kitt had not said word one and Jamie was closed into herself. This was not like the two people he loved.
Once Kitt stopped on the ridge, Jamie was out and sitting on the trunk, looking over the fields below. The ruins of the burnt barn drawing her eyes.
"They suspended me." Michael was standing beside her. She couldn't look at him, but he was near enough that she could feel the
warmth of his body.
"Why?"
"Because they think I'm hindering your work."
"How?"
Here it comes, she thought to herself. Taking yet another breath, preparing for the outburst, "by seducing you."
His silence was more terrifying than the explosion she had been expecting. Chancing his fury, she turned to him. She regretted it immediately. In his eyes burned a fire the likes of which she had never seen before. There was a clear hatred in his rigid stance.
"Michael please..."
"Please what?" Anger turned his voice into a growl. "Let them use us as a tool? I won't allow it."
"We have to stay rational. Your anger will only fuel them."
"How so?"
"Because they'll say that the only reason you're acting like this is because... you want me in your bed." She dropped her head. Discussing this with Michael was more difficult than she had expected.
Lifting her chin with his hand, he stepped directly in front of her, his left hand on Kitt's spoiler, forcing her to look at him. "We've shared a kiss, nothing more. We can honestly say that we've never made love."
She was close to breaking down. Not something she wanted to do, especially with Michael watching her so closely. Leaning in, he touched his lips to hers. When he drew back, an upset hiccup escaped.
Seeing her hurt bothered him in a way he hadn't known before. Pulling her into a tight hug, he held on to her as she shook. Clinging to him as she fought for control. "I won't let them do this to you."
"It's not your fight." Her voice was gruff at his ear.
"After all the times you've stepped in and helped me? I can't stand back and watch. They involved me as well."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For not walking away."
"Did you think I would?"
"No, but it's what I'm used to." Nodding against her, they remained like that until she was nearly asleep in his arms. Picking her up, he placed her in the car, taking her back to the farmhouse.
*
Jamie woke to find Michael spooned around her. She remembered taking off her suit jacket, but little else. The stress of the day had taken its toll, leaving her exhausted and in his care. She remembered how safe and relaxed she'd felt as he carried her in.
His arm was heavy across her hip and she was slightly uncomfortable in her slacks. But the warmth held her. His and the blanket around them. At that moment, she could imagine her life held no problems. Smirking at herself, she extracted herself from his hold. Her life was not that simple anymore. FLAG had finally found a way to be rid of her.
She was sure she could stay on here. Her lessons and training had picked up dramatically in the past few weeks. Granted this was not as satisfying as FLAG, but she loved it just the same. When she exited the bathroom, showered and changed into jeans for the day, Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her.
"Morning."
"Morning, thank you for taking care of things last night."
He smiled, slightly relieved. "Anytime." Adjusting his position on the bed, he continued on from the night before. "So what do they expect of you?"
Having known he was going to need more information, she pulled the small bench up to him.
"I'm to pack up and go home."
"What about our cover?"
"They said that was your concern, not mine. I don't know if it's true, but someone here may be behind this."
"In what way?"
"I was told that there were complaints from our current clients."
"That leaves a lot of open ground."
"I know and I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"You don't need any more problems here."
A knock on the door startled them both. With a quick invite, Trish walked in.
"Good, I need to speak with you both." Leaning against the wall, obviously perplexed, "would someone please tell me what the hell is going on? I just received a call from the Foundation."
"Boy they work fast." Jamie rubbed her temples with her hands. "Basically, FLAG has had it in for me for years. This," she looked to Michael, "is the perfect excuse."
"You are my top trainer Jamie, I'm not letting you go."
Smiling, Jamie faced the other red head. "I was going to talk to you today, asking for a more permanent job."
Trish brightened immediately. "Yes, of course. Please, this saves me begging later."
Laughing, Jamie relaxed a bit. "I can't imagine you begging."
"It has been known to happen." Looking between the pair, Trish noted to herself that there was definitely something between them. "Okay, I'll leave you two to figure out your side of this. If you need anything, let me know. I'll handle the Foundation if they call back."
"Appreciated." Trish nodded before heading for chores.
Once the door closed, Michael faced the small redhead across from him. "Was there anything else said?"
"The gist of it was, I have been compromised, they received complaints from clients of late. That I was seducing you and that was ....distracting you from your duties."
"Well, this is a new one to me."
"Do you think whoever is behind the fraud is behind this as well?"
Michael's eyes widened slightly as he considered that. "It's possible."
"But you don't think so?"
"No, it doesn't sound right."
"Okay, I trust your judgement."
*
Dave Wilkins stepped out of his Jaguar, curling his nose. The farm was a pleasant sight. It was well taken care of and well run by the looks of things, but it was still an animal farm.
Glancing towards the barn, he spotted Jamie and Michael. Anger at her defiance swamped him. That piece of white trash sure did know how to throw hay bales though, he watched her, appreciatively for a moment. Michael stood on top of the tall red and green wagon, tossing bales down to the girl below, who then threw them into the barn.
"Miss Williams, I need to speak with you." His tone was harsh, demanding.
Glancing at Michael, she informed the next in the brigade that she had some business that had to be taken care of.
Head held high, she met him by the parking area. Seeing why she left, Michael had jumped down as well, one fluid movement that caught Dave's eye. He had never met Michael Knight before. The man was impressive.
"Miss Williams, your orders were clear."
"I'm aware of your orders, but while I'm on suspension, I've taken a job here."
"I don't believe you."
"Feel free to speak with Trish, she will verify my employment."
"Anything to stay in his bed, huh?" He leaned in, almost hissing at her, fingering a stray hair away from one of the burns. "Looks like he's a little too rough for you." Eyes flashing in fury, she spun on her heel.
Grabbing her arm, he swung her back to him, his intentions clear.
"I don't think you want to go there." Michael's voice was as sharp as a sword. Ripping her arm from his grasp, she stepped back, closer to Michael.
"So I see it's true. I would have figured you had better taste, Knight."
Kitt had picked up the raised vitals and scanned the area. He did not like the scene in the driveway before him. There was a large red mark on her arm, beginning to bruise. Michael was rigid in his fury. Kitt felt a tingling of pride as Michael kept his temper. This was a delicate situation. One wrong move could jeopardize her chances with the board.
"I'm not sure what's going on here, but I intend to find out." Michael's words could only be taken as a threat by someone who had something to hide.
Dave had always prided himself on being clever. He caught Michael's innuendo and let it pass, following another path. "May I remind you, that this assignment is top priority."
"I'm well aware of my responsibilities. Are you?" With that, they headed back towards the barn.
"How's your arm?"
"Sore, but thanks. I have no idea why he thinks I'm so..."
"We'll figure this out." He stopped her. "You have nothing to be afraid of. I'll back you up."
"So will I." Kitt had stood watch for the past few minutes and had waited until Wilkins had left before speaking up.
Hugging Michael briefly, "thank you. And if I could, I'd hug you too, Sweetheart." She glanced at the black car that sat in the sun beside where they had paused to watch Wilkins drive away.
"How come he gets the affectionate names?"
"Cause you get the hug." With that, she jogged back over to the barn.
"Just think Michael, she'll never kiss me."
Firing a smug look behind him, "don't be so sure."
*
Kitt had been keeping an eye out ever since Michael had left for the show. After the previous night he felt a strong bond with the young woman on the end of the second comlink. He was beginning to feel the same protective streak Michael did towards her. She was a wonderful person. Being one of the few who treated him with respect and love. He cherished her for it. Half an hour ago Rick had wandered in, drunk as a skunk, breaking a beer bottle over his roof as he passed the car, muttering something about having that chick. Kitt only partially paid attention to him. The guy would only hurt himself if he hit the car. A funny feeling was hanging about his CPU. He couldn't name it. It arrived shortly after Rick left the shed. When the ghost refused to leave him alone, he conducted a full scan. First the property, every inch. All horses were as they should. Then the house. That's when it hit him. There was someone outside Jamie's door. A more thorough scan revealed Rick jimmying the handle.
"Jamie!" If he could wake her, she'd have a chance. "Jamie wake up! Jamie!!" Again and again he called. She was beginning to stir. Rick was in the room now, just about at the bed.
"Jamie!" One last try and he heard her intake of breath, seeing Rick in the room, a silhouette almost beside her. Rolling off the other side of the bed, she remained just beyond his reach. Scrambling she looked for a way out. Where he was standing blocked her only escape.
"Come to me you little pussy. You won't regret it."
Her heart was pounding in her ears, beginning to block thoughts. "Stay with me Ja." Kitt's voice gave her the edge she needed. Rick stood confused for a second. Chancing it, she jumped past him. He was not as drunk as she believed. He grabbed her arm, flinging her back onto the bed. Climbing on, he began pulling at her clothes.
"No!! Get off of me!!" Twisting, she upset his balance. As he tumbled away, Ja jumped up and out the door. Before she realized what she was doing, she found herself pulling Kitt's door open. Closing it behind the terrified girl, he locked down.
Furious, Rick had followed her. Believing she'd made a grave mistake by climbing in the car, he yanked on the handle. She cringed as the car rocked, then relaxed. She was safe. There wasn't a place more so than with Kitt. Rick continued to thrash at the car, finding weapons to hit at the windows with.
"I'd find this amusing if it weren't for the circumstances."
She would not allow herself to cry. Reaction or not. "Thank you Kitt. If you hadn't..."
"But I did." His tone was gentle, his worry was intense. "You're safe, and you're unharmed."
"How much longer before he wears himself out?" She straightened her top over her track pants. She longed for Michael to be witness to this. If he'd have been here this wouldn't... But Kitt was. Her breathing was returning to normal and tiredness rolled over her.
"Do you want to talk about this?"
"Later. Please."
"Michael will not be impressed."
A small snort escaped. "One of us had better be around when he first sees Rick."
"I heard from Michael this afternoon. They are en route as we speak."
"Good." Rick had given up by that point.
Looking directly at her, "this is not over. Your boyfriend can't be around 24-7, and you can't spend all day hiding in your car."
She shivered as he walked away, crossing her arms over her chest. Kitt noticed the bruise forming on her arm. He had not been gentle with her. Michael was going to be gunning for the snake-like man when the news broke.
*
"Michael." Kitt cheered as his driver entered the garage the next night. Once they were sufficiently away from the property, Michael pulled over.
"Alright, what the hell is going on?"
Michael had a right to be upset. Jamie had barely acknowledged his arrival, only Kitt knew how her pulse had increased. Any attempts to touch her were met with baffling results. Twice she jumped away, like he'd burned her. The third, she ripped her arm away from the gentle guidance Michael had offered; something he had done many times before without incident.
"Kitt? Come on."
"Michael, you don't understand."
"Damn right I don't."
"Michael you must calm down and listen. This is upsetting enough."
That caught his attention. "Okay, I'm listening."
"Rick attacked Jamie."
"What?!"
"I managed to wake her up in time, but he still... "
"He didn't..?" Michael couldn't bring himself to say it.
"No, he didn't." Michael's eyes closed in relief. "He grabbed her and forced her onto the bed. She fought him off and came to me."
"Thank you."
"Why are *you* thanking me?" Astonished and taken slightly aback.
"For protecting her for me."
"I'm not sure she would see it in quite that manner."
A knowing smile touched Michael's lips. "We need to get back."
"She's frightened, but not of you."
"I know Pal."
"She needs you, whether she wants to admit it or not."
"That's okay, 'cause I think I need her too."
"That makes two of us."
"She's touched you too, huh?"
"Very much so."
"Do I want to know what you two have been up to while I've been away?"
"Most likely not." The teasing banter helped.
Jamie sat on the edge of the bed, every light in the room turned on, too strung to sleep, or even lie down for that matter. Michael and Kitt were both off property, that left her feeling vulnerable. Not something she liked. She jolted when the door opened. Relieved, she watched Michael walk in.
Motioning her to the bed, he sat beside her, remembering not to reach for her.
With as much gentleness as he could muster, "why didn't you tell me?"
She had figured Kitt would tell him. "I don't know. I wanted to tell you." Staring at the carpet, shifting her balance to the right to keep from tipping into him.
"What happened? How about we start with that?"
"Didn't Kitt..?"
"I want your version."
"I'm not sure... He's been making comments from the first day. I
never thought he'd act on them. Jeez. I remember Kitt waking me, seeing Rick in here, standing beside the bed. I slid off the other side. He was drunk, I'm sure of that. When Kitt called to me again, Rick paused, I figured that was my chance to get by him. I was wrong. He grabbed me, pushing me back onto the bed... At least he was drunk enough that I could shove him off. I ran to Kitt. That's it."
"Are you sure?" Her expression said different.
"He said that he'd be back. That you couldn't be watching me all the time and I can't hide in the car."
"Have you spoken to Trish?"
"No, there's no reason to."
"Ja, this is called sexual harassment and assault. Could could press charges if you wanted."
"And Trish loses a good worker. I can't do that to her."
"So you'll risk getting raped over this?"
"I just can't see him doing it Michael. I don't know why."
"Denial?"
Shrugging, "maybe."
She was determined, he had to give her that. He also wasn't going to change her mind. "Alright, I can't force you to take any action against him." He reached up, running his hand down the side of her face. "I'm just worried." She didn't flinch away. It was a good sign.
"I know you are. And I know Kitt is as well. I have to be able to take care of myself. I can't rely on you and Kitt all the time."
"I'd like it if you did." It was his turn to give a shy smile.
Understanding his meaning, she leaned into him. Relaxing as he lay back, holding her as they drifted off to sleep.
*
Michael was exhausted. He had dragged himself from the comfort of their bed, to spend yet another night with Kitt watching over the property for nothing. No activity whatsoever. He was frustrated and put out. The surveillance, plus the work during the day was wearing him down. Kitt insisted that he sleep while they were up on the ridge, but since the fire, he hadn't been able to relax enough to get more than a few hours worth. Jamie had offered to cover a night for him, he didn't feel secure permitting that. Kitt would take care of her, he knew, but if she left his safety it would be too easy for her to get hurt.
The dawn had broken with a brilliance rarely seen at this time of year. There was no heavy fog to hinder the light or a person's perspective. Coming onto the side street, he spotted the familiar horse and rider. Catching up, he slowed the car to keep pace with Britt's easy stride. Glancing back, Jamie's face broke into a challenging smile before gunning the mare. Michael had to stomp on the accelerator to keep up with the sudden burst of speed. Down the road they went, horse and car, side by side. Man and woman smiling from the controls of their partners.
Cutting in front, Ja jumped the ditch, beating Kitt back to the barn.
"You cheated." Michael accused as he walked into the barn, finding Jamie smiling a little too brightly as she untacked.
"You could have jumped the ditch if you wanted." Mischievous grin on her face, she left him gaping at her. Sometimes, it was just worth it, he thought.
*
"They are getting too close." The female voice ranted.
"They don't have a clue."
"If you could see past your dick, you might notice."
"Look, you asked me to do a job and I'm taking care of it. Knight and his chick have no idea what's going on around them."
"I don't give a shit about Knight. He can go fuck himself for all I care. But we have our orders and she has to take the fall."
"I'm still working on that." The man admitted sheepishly.
"You are taking too long. It's going to be all our hides soon. I don't know about you, but I'm sick and tired of being stuck in this hell hole. I want out. Now."
"I can't do this any faster. If he'd just fuck her and get it over with...."
"Then turn up the pressure. He won't sit by and let her be taken. God man, he's so fucking in love with her, but he's too blind to see it."
The man smirked. "If I had her in my bed, she wouldn't get a full night's sleep."
"Yeah, we all know that. There has to be a way..."
"Let me talk to the others, see if we can arrange something. He'll have to be around though; to comfort her."
*
"Michael, can I get your help for a minute?" Michael glanced over his shoulder, away from the stall wall he was fixing to see Beth's face peeking through the bars. Making sure the boards were solid, and that all nails were flush with the wood, he stepped from the stall.
"Sure. What do you need?" Following her into the main barn, she paused at the tack room door.
"Trish wants my big tack box moved to the upstairs section."
Michael groaned. "You had to sucker me didn't you?" She smiled apologetically, yet for some reason he didn't feel that she meant it. "Is it empty?" She nodded. "Okay." Reaching for the handle on his side, he waited until she had a good grip on her end. The box itself was about three feet high and about a foot and a half wide, but whoever made it, made it to last. The wood was thick, making it extremely heavy. Lifting it, Michael tried to keep most of the weight of it on his end.
Slowly, they managed to climb the narrow staircase that lead to the loft, and into the storage area near the back of the barn. Huffing a little, he slid the box against the wall. As soon as the box was in place, Beth dropped against it, trying to catch her breath.
"Thanks, I wouldn't have been able to get it up here alone."
"What did you make that thing out of? Cement?"
"No, oak." She shook her head, smiling at his comment.
"That explains it." Shoving off the wall, he intended to get back to work. He was almost done for the day, and was looking forward to a quiet evening on the ridge with his partner, then climbing into bed with Jamie for a full night's sleep.
"So tell me," Beth blocked Michael's way, stepping into his personal space. "Why did you stop riding?"
Taking a step back, Michael found himself cornered against the door frame. "Lack of time, no other reason."
Approaching him, placing a hand in the center of his chest. "Too bad, a man like you belongs in breeches."
Grabbing her hand, and removing it, Michael shook his head. He had been waiting for this. "Look Beth, as flattering as this is, I'm really very happy with Jamie." Smiling, he realized just how much truth there was in his statement.
Ignoring him, Beth curled her fingers around Michael's. "So why not broaden your horizons?" Her other arm slid up onto his shoulder.
Letting out a long breath, looking down at the eighteen year old that was half leaning on him. "Look," taking hold of both her shoulders, he pushed her back slightly. "We can't do this."
"Yes we can." Her voice had taken on a sultry tone. "Anything she can do for you, I can do better."
Michael chuckled, not believing what she was offering. "That's not the point." He continued gently. "There would be something lacking." Something he never wanted to be without again.
"Like what?" God, she was so naive in so many ways.
"Like caring and love. I've been without it before, and maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to experience it." With a slight squeeze of her shoulders, he brushed past her.
Beth watched Michael jog back down the stairs. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had turned her down. A spark of anger ignited in her. How dare he? What was love anyway? A romantic ideal, nothing more. A plan began forming in her head. There was always a way.
Beth kept an eye on Michael and Jamie for the rest of the afternoon. Though they passed each other often, and yes, there was something between them, something was also missing.
"Failed in your latest conquest have you?" Beth whirled at Rick's voice in her ear.
Glaring at him, "I haven't failed yet. I'm still plotting." The self assuredness the sentence caused Rick to smile. "Look at them, what do you see?" Beth gestured towards Jamie and Michael standing in the fading sun just outside the second barn.
"I don't know, why?"
"Do they look like lovers to you?" Rick watched the interaction for a moment. Then it hit him.
"They barely touch."
"If I had him, I'd never take my hands off him." Rick smirked thinking he'd do likewise if he had Jamie. "I can get him yet."
Laughing to himself, Rick walked away from the girl. Her ideas were contrary to the original plans, but what the hell. The more that little red-headed tramp suffered, the better. Now if Beth actually succeeded in stealing Knight, that would just be icing on the cake, in his opinion.
*
Parked up on the ridge, Michael sat on Kitt's hood, gazing over the property. The arena lights were on, meaning that Jamie was still teaching. She had told him in passing that she would be working late tonight. He'd had no idea that she meant 11 pm. He knew all about wanting to please clients, but this was crazy. Jamie would be up at 6, as usual, the next morning and would continue on. A workaholic, just like him. He was almost overly eager for all the lights to go out, so he and Kitt could return. To spend a full night cocooned around Jamie sounded like heaven to him.
Closing his eyes, memories engulfed him, transporting him back to his first year with his partner.
~flashback~
Michael surged up inside the moving car. The dream had woken him with an incredible start. For the life of him he couldn't remember what it had been about, but the feeling hung over him. A horrible, sinking feeling. Like something was terribly wrong, but he didn't know what.
"Michael?" The now familiar voice drew his attention. Shifting, he found that Kitt had raised the seat back for him. Settling against it, he rubbed his damp temples, wishing his heart would return to its normal rate.
"I'm okay, Kitt."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. It was just a bad dream."
"Do you experience them often?"
Michael smiled. His new partner was so innocent, so curious. "Not so much anymore, no." Frowning, he still couldn't figure out what this dream had been about. He was so used to reliving Tanya shooting him in the face. This dream left him with a different feeling. Not the terror, but a fear, a fear for someone else's safety. "Kitt..." This had been nagging at him, ever since he found out Michael Long was 'dead'. But the dream renewed his need to know, filled him with an almost frantic desire.
"Michael? What is it?" Kitt had never seen his driver so agitated before. It disturbed him.
"I need a favor. I don't want the Foundation to know what I'm
doing. I know I shouldn't be asking this, I don't want to see these people, I just want to know where they are, that they are alright, that they went on..."
"Michael..." Kitt's infinitely gentle tone interrupted. "Let me prove to you that you can trust me."
For a moment, Michael was left speechless. He was about to ask Kitt to break the rules, to become his confidant and he was sure the AI knew what they were about to partake in. Michael wasn't sure what he was more shocked about. That Kitt understood, or that he was more than willing to help. A quick nod, then Michael began listing off names, both male and female, most accompanied with ages. In the end there were twelve names.
"Is there anyone else Michael?"
Taking a deep, unsure breath, "yeah Kitt, one more. Stefanie Mason." Kitt noted the catch in Michael's voice as he spoke the name, but passed it off as a normal reaction. These were all names from his 'past life.' A few had already been programmed into him. They were people that Kitt was specifically ordered to keep Michael away from. Looking at his driver, the disturbed expression, the frequent nightmares that had been steadily plaguing, and wearing down his friend. He had to do something to ease Michael's mind. If gathering this small amount of information on these people would put his driver's mind at rest, then it was worth the risky task.
Circumventing FLAG's tracers was simplistic. They trusted him. Even the backup program was childs' play for the AI to avoid. Michael had managed to fall back to sleep. They were still a number of hours drive from home.
It didn't take long to gather the locations, the jobs and a few other small details about each person Michael had left behind. Deciding not to wait, Kitt gently woke his partner, who was beginning to become haunted by another dream.
"I have the information you asked for." Michael's eyes widened in the dark interior of the car. Kitt smiled to himself. Waiting for Michael to fully wake and stop fidgeting, Kitt then slowly told his driver about his old friends and loved ones. Periodically Michael's eyes would close and a small smile would touch his lips.
"And lastly, Stefanie Mason." With the simple mention of the name, Michael stiffened, his breath catching. Kitt paused in confusion for a moment, then passed on the details of this woman's life. Single, working as a law clerk, slowly working her way up. Her job destination was not clear, but she had been working a great deal of overtime. "She appears to be very dedicated."
"She is, Pal." Letting out a shuddering breath as a small tear ran down his cheek. Kitt watched, not understanding Michael's reaction. The young lady he had inquired about was doing well. Progressing up the corporate ladder, as Michael would say. There was no call for the pained expression on Michael's face.
It would be some time before Kitt discovered why Michael had asked about her, and for the AI to realize the full impact this woman had in Michael's life. Over the years, they had bumped into 'Stevie' on a few occasions. Twice for business reasons and once to help Michael regain his will to live after his life was almost cut short by another gun shot wound. Michael never lost track of her during that time. There were a few others they kept tabs on. His mother for example. When times became rough for her, mysteriously, bills would be paid, or another good fortune would be bestowed upon her. The two partners had accomplished this in secrecy for years. Devon approached Michael about it only once. To his credit, Michael refused to lie to his boss. Devon nodded, having his suspicions confirmed. With a small squeeze to Michael's shoulder and an affectionate smile, the older man turned his back to their actions. Leaving both partners dumbfounded.
Kitt also discovered what Michael considered a 'simple pleasure'. When in great distress, when a case refused to leave him, Michael would seek out someone from his past. Stevie more often than not. Michael would park to watch them from afar for a few hours. His niece playing soccer one afternoon, his mother gardening another day and Stevie washing dishes another time. After each encounter, Michael left with tears in his eyes and a renewed sense of dedication.
"If I can spare others what my family went through, then this is more than worth it." Michael explained one day while they were watching the newest member of the Long family learning to walk in the grass of his older brother's front yard.
"But..." Kitt had not been able to voice his question, unsure of how to ask Michael about this confusing situation.
"How many lives have we saved, Pal?"
"Too many." Kitt responded dryly.
"Exactly." Taking a deep breath as the youngster crawled madly between his parents. "What if it had been him?" Michael motioned towards his brother with his chin. "I may not have had the same conviction that I do now. Everything happens for a reason and the suffering that we experience is nothing in comparison to what others do. I have a family Kitt. You, Devon and Bonnie; *we* are a close knit family. I've never trusted anyone the way I trust them, the way I trust you." With one last quick peek at the small boy, Michael hit the ignition button, smiling as Kitt's engine roared to life. "I have everything I want in life, and more so." Putting the car in gear, he pulled out from the curb, passing the house on his way back to the highway.
~end flashback~
Looking down as the arena lights flickered for a second, Michael knew he had been wrong. He had assumed the Stevie's death had been an omen; that he couldn't risk a loving, permanent relationship. Jamie was showing him just how wrong he had been. That he was missing a very vital part of life. Something Kitt couldn't supplement, only compliment. Hitching his ankle further up his knee, he realized that he hadn't looked into his family in a few months. Granted, work had been hellishly busy, but his free time had been taken up with Jamie. Once this case was solved, maybe it was time to show Jamie the other side of his life. To let her see his family, to allow her fully into his life.
"Michael?" Kitt's voice softly drifted into the night air.
"Hummm?" Michael didn't want to move from his perch over Kitt's right front tyre. One foot on the ground, the opposite ankle hooked over his knee. He felt content to sit and overlook for now. He was tired and confused. Nothing made sense to him. This whole case jumbled about inside his head, not following any particular pattern. There was always a pattern. Why couldn't he see this one?
"I've conducted that research you asked for." Michael turned his head slightly towards the windscreen. "Horse mortality is the most common of insurance policies. There is no regulation on these policies. The horse must pass a vet inspection, but the owner often chooses whatever amount they feel the horse is to be insured for."
"Companies don't look into this?"
"It would be to difficult to moderate. There are millions of horses in the United States alone. If there is a physical problem then yes, the insurance company intervenes, unless the horse is a breeding stallion."
"So if I wanted, I could buy an old nag and insure it for say, fifty thousand?"
"As long as you can submit a recent vet certificate to proclaim the horse is in good health, and you are willing to pay the costs, then yes."
"That's crazy."
"You must also understand that insurance fraud is also very uncommon."
"Or so well hidden that no one notices."
"That's a frightening possibility."
"What does this mortality policy cover?"
"From what I have gathered so far, it covers any naturally occurring death, accidental death, death by euthanasia - only if conducted by a certified vet - death caused by a natural disaster; lightning or earthquake for example and disease."
"So what about the barn fire?"
"Since the fire was deemed accidental, then the insurance companies will pay."
"Does this mean you got your tyres on the police report?"
Kitt made a snorting noise. "Bonnie forwarded it to me yesterday."
"And?" The suspense was killing Michael, and he was sure his partner knew it.
"And it seems that the investigator determined that the wires were chewed by rodents. The building has been surveyed every year by a qualified building inspector. Thus the insurance company is satisfied that this was accidental. The police can't find any opposing evidence, neither can we for that matter."
"Then why does this sit so badly?"
"I hate to admit this, but I must agree with your gut feeling."
"This is a set up."
"And we are missing a large part of the puzzle."
"Why the hit down the road?" Michael wondered aloud.
"Mistaken property?" Kitt suggested.
Michael made a disagreeable noise. "It's possible."
"But unlikely. Maybe as Jamie said, they were trying to divert the attention."
"You wanna know what's sitting in my bones?" Michael paused, adjusting himself more comfortably on the warm hood. "I don't think the insurance is the real reasoning behind all this."
Kitt was taken aback, to the point of Michael feeling the car jerk under him. "Then what...?"
"I don't know Partner. But whatever it is, the horses are only a small percentage, possibly a convenient way of covering up the real cause."
"Which is why we can't find a pattern."
Nodding, Michael continued, "there is none. This is designed to keep the police chasing their tails."
"Or us." Michael spun to face the windscreen, his body stiffening at the possibility.
*
Stepping around the car, Jamie watched as Michael fought to keep a hold of the rearing and plunging horse.
'I don't have time for this' she thought to herself. "Kitt?" Dropping into the driver's seat, she motioned to the rear view. "Do you mind? I really need one?"
"Not at all." Amusement could clearly be heard as he angled the mirror for her. "Are you alright?"
Hands trembling, she applied her lipstick, "Yeah, I'll be better once I'm on horseback. I'm a wreck until then."
"So's Brittany by the looks of it."
"She'll settle." Jamie moved to check the 'Showbow', a hair net and ribbon attached to a clasp with elegance, used to keep her hair neat and tied back.
"You sound very confident of that."
"She always has. She hasn't killed Michael yet, I figure that's a good sign."
"Excuse me?"
"Britt hasn't always had the kindest owners. I purchased her off people who were about to send her to the meat market, citing her as too vicious." Finally satisfied, stepping out of the car, Michael lead Britt over. Kitt was parked on the far side of the trailer with a clear view of the ring where he could tape her ride. Seeing her mum, Britt calmed, dropping to lick the car while Michael helped Jamie with her tail coat as she slipped it on.
"I beg your pardon!"
"Take it as a compliment Sweetheart, the only other car she's licked was mine."
"How comforting." Both Jamie and Michael threw amused smiles at the Trans Am.
"Can you give me a leg up?" Picking up her reins, she turned to Michael.
Without a word he reached down to grab her ankle, lifting her up with ease. Shifting into the saddle, she arranged her double reins. Michael was still holding the bridle, near the bits.
"Is the tape ready?"
"Of course. I'll hand it to the steward while you're warming up."
"Thank you, both of you."
"Welcome." Reaching up, he placed a hand behind her neck, pulling her down to place a small kiss on her lips. "For luck." Was the soft explanation.
The gentle kiss was enough to cause her to forget where she was. Even Britt acknowledged his gesture by tucking her head into the crook of his arm, her forehead against his chest. Then pushed him, hard enough to throw him against the car.
Laughing Jamie swung her around, "show time."
Crossing the grounds Jamie felt her nerves kick into overdrive. Her fall off of Leroy had slowed her training considerably. When she was able to ride again, she had to be very careful. Something she was not good at. Once she was sure she could ride without reinjuring her lung, she jumped back in full throttle. This show being her ultimate goal. At this particular show, it was rumored that the scouts were out. The ones who controlled sponsorships, as well as the ones who kept their eyes out for potential Olympic team members. Taking a deep breath, she rode to the warm up ring. It truly was the creme-de-la-creme here. Yes she knew she and Britt were good, but riding a thoroughbred in the upper level dressage classes was frowned upon.
Entering the sand ring, the world began to fade. There was only the horse beneath her and her warm up. Slow and steady, following the plan she had set for herself. She was vaguely aware of the other's leaving for their tests. Her time was set and Kitt would beep her five minutes before she was to be in the ring.
The warm up was not fancy. Jamie had specifically planned on saving the 'tricks' for the Kur itself. Britt would be fresher, more willing. Right now, she was trying to bore Britt out of her skull with basics. Bending, stretching. All the building blocks that strengthened and were down right tedious. Three gaits - no extensions or collections. Two directions, nothing smaller than a ten meter circle. The mare would tire too easily as it was.
Her comlink chirped, startling her out of her concentration. Looking up towards the competition ring, she noticed how many people surrounded it. Taking a deep breath, she made her way over to Michael who was ready to brush off Britt's legs, and give her boots one last wipe.
Looking up at the woman on horseback, Michael was startled to see the determination on her face.
"This is it Beauty, lets show 'em." Ja whispered into the mare's ears, too focused to acknowledge Michael walking beside them.
Walking into the dressage ring as Children by Robert Miles began, she felt Britt puff up under her. Britt knew this tune and its meaning.
Sitting on the hill off to the side, Michael felt a sense of pride invade him. The tune Ja had picked was perfectly suited to the pair. New Age enough to have a good catchy beat, but classical sounding enough for all ages to appreciate. Britt flowed to the music. Covering the ground with ease. The mare had no right being this strong after all her down time. Most people trained for years to maintain this level of fitness. But Trish had pushed, and with all the crap going on in her life, Jamie responded to the pushing. Riding both herself and the horse at overly demanding levels. Granted, Britt had been to this level before Jamie had to give up riding. And the mare was certainly just as hard on herself as the woman riding her. Perfectionists, both of them. Yet, when it all came together, the two appeared to be one, giving the true 'Dance of the Centaur'. Michael was not naive. He had seen the battles, the stresses of training, but today, they worked together. The trot on the spot - piaffe - if he remembered the name correctly, had the greatest degree of difficulty. It was something Jamie worked on over and over again. He had heard the girls commenting behind her back that she was going to ruin the mare. Jamie believed that Britt needed the confidence; she appeared to be right. The mandatory tests required 15 steps of piaffe, they did 60 odd. A show of pure strength, Jamie once said to him. They moved onto the floating trot - passage - he recalled. It was Britt's favorite 'trick' and again it showed as they glided over the ground with the highly suspended steps. Jamie's eyes were almost turned back into herself as she rode each movement. The flying lead changes at the canter amused him. The horse looked like she was skipping across the ring, yet another 'trick' that Ja and Britt had to work for.
Jamie had left the extended gaits for the end. Most horses tired after the 5 or 6 minutes it took to ride the freestyle to music, but Britt knew the most difficult moves came last and seemed to gain energy through the test, powering through her gaits, ears flapping to the side in total trust and relaxation. He caught Jamie's eye as she crossed the ring towards him and she smiled, a bright, full of joy expression. She knew, there was no way she couldn't. Just like he knew when Kitt was giving him more than 100 percent. The canter pirouettes were the end and Britt added a little extra gusto to them. He had watched her perform this Kur at home and at the few other shows they had been to, and it had never come across with such fluidity and grace. The halt and the salute. He would see Jamie's beaming smile from the side. They were both huffing, but bright eyed and bushy tailed. Britt's ears pointing directly at the group of people on the hill as they exited the ring.
For a moment, there was silence, then applause.
Walking out of the ring, she let Michael lead Britt back to the trailer. Not something she normally did, but she knew her own body. Jamie dismounted and two strong arms prevented her from falling backwards as her legs gave out. Leaning back against him, allowing him to hold her up for a second, Jamie found her bearings.
"Let me take care of her, you go rest." The concerned voice from behind her ear instructed.
"No, I've got it."
"No you don't." To prove his point, Michael backed from her, causing her to grab the saddle to keep her balance.
"Sit." He deposited her on Kitt's hood. Reaching up, Ja fed Britt a few mints from her groombox. The mare looked as tired as she felt. Pride had kept them at top performance, now they were just plain tuckered. Britt paid little attention to Michael as he stripped off the tack and rubbed her down with liniment. Instead she mooched more treats from her mum, receiving a large, happy smile in return for her antics.
Relaxing in the passenger seat of the Trans Am, Jamie let herself doze as Michael followed the trailer back to the farm. Glancing over Michael's shoulder, her fourth place ribbon flapped in the breeze where it hung over her jacket on the coat hook inside the car. Realistically, it was a fabulous placing. When being honest with herself, she was disappointed. But her competitive side had always driven her very hard. Michael had been so proud of her, so had Trish. Britt was exhausted, having used every fiber of her being to produce such a spectacular test. She would need light work for the next few days, as would her rider. She had not been approached, but Michael had overheard a number of positive comments after her ride. 'It was a great ride.' Jamie told herself. They would only get better. Yet somehow, something was nagging inside her. She couldn't finger what it was though. An unrest within her was the closest she could pin down.
*
Taking a seat beside Devon, Michael felt his suspicions rise. He was tense going into this meeting of the Board, instantly distrusting. Now that feeling grew in leaps and bounds. Devon did not look happy. Whatever had occurred before he was invited in had upset the older man. 'Invited', Michael snorted darkly to himself. He was becoming more and more convinced that someone in the Foundation was involved in the fraud. He had kept his thoughts to himself up to this point, having nothing concrete to base his theory on. Making himself as comfortable as possible, the game began as the two members at the far end of the table whispered to one another.
"Mr. Knight, you have been asked here to quell the rumors that you are involved in relations with Miss. Williams." Wilkins waited, focusing directly on Michael.
"I would like to know why my personal life is suddenly at the forefront of every one's agenda?" Devon mentally smiled. Seeing for the first time why Michael partook in verbal mind games so frequently. The simplicity in which he just turned the tables was laughable.
"We have received complaints concerning your... effectiveness."
"Then why not approach me?"
"We are."
"Only after attacking another member of this company, who has no involvement in my productivity."
"Is that an answer?"
"Isn't that what you wanted to hear?" Michael's eyes never left Wilkins's face. He was beyond mad. They were trying to destroy the only woman who had accepted him for who and what he was. "If you are so displeased with my performance, then maybe you need to find yourself another agent."
"Michael?!" Devon's distressed call did nothing to hinder his conviction. If they wanted to play games, he could play them. Kitt was his, in every way. If they forced him to leave, they would have a great many problems to deal with. Not the least of all being a very pissed AI.
"We are not looking to replace you Mr Knight. I think we all realize that your success rate is extemporary. We are just...concerned with these allegations."
"Then why did you wait this long?" There was something about Wilkins. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
"I'm sure you are aware of the 'red tape' involved. However, it has been decided that you are to be excused from this assignment. You are expected to return to FLAG headquarters Friday night." Michael's mouth opened, then shut again. Glaring at Wilkins, he stood.
"This is not over yet."
"I hope it is." Wilkins replied pleasantly. "It would be a great loss to the Foundation if you were to lose your focus."
Stalking out of the boardroom, Michael didn't look back until Kitt's door closed behind him.
"Just what the hell was that?" Michael's eyebrows rose in reaction the Kitt's fierce question.
"If they can't get Jamie away from us, then they will drag us away from Jamie." Sighing, he pulled out of the lot. "Kitt, do me a favor and block out all communications to FLAG."
"Why?" There was no suspicion in Kitt's voice, dread possibly as Michael's eyes dropped to the voice box.
"I need you to do something." After a few seconds, a few lights inside the car changed, even the homing signal turned off.
"We're alone Michael. What is it you want to know?"
"Two things actually. First off, I want to know everything there is to know on Dave Wilkins. Full background, the whole works."
"I had suspected that request, what's the other?"
"This is where it gets weird for me. I'm going on a gut feeling here, Pal, so please don't ask me where I'm going with this."
"Okay..."
"Can you call up a picture of Wilkins, and beside it, a picture of Jamie?" After a few seconds, both pictures appeared. "It's true isn't it Kitt?"
"I think so. I'll need a little more time to be sure." Michael nodded, staring in disbelief at the two pictures in front of him, not even noticing when Kitt took control of the car.
He had let Kitt drive them back to the farm. His mind was in too much of a whirl. How the hell was he going to tell her? There was no way she could know. Was there? No, she would have mentioned it to him. But thinking about it, she rarely, if ever spoke of her parents or other family. God, how had he let himself fall in love with a woman he barely knew?
"Michael?" Lifting his head from where it rested in his hands, he waited for Kitt to continue. "I have the information on Wilkins you requested. It's pretty cut and dry." Michael smirked without humour. "Born into wealth, his parents sent him to the best schools here in the States. He and Wilton met during the second world war. They were stationed together overseas for a number of years. After the war, Wilton established Knight Industries. He, Devon and Wilkins were all original partners within the company. Jamie's father was the next to join. He had a vast knowledge in the medical fields. He created one of the first working synaptic joints."
"So they all knew each other."
"Rather well from the information I have." Kitt paused, almost as if he was going over his files again. "Is it possible that Jamie's mother had an affair with Wilkins?"
"No, I don't think so. It doesn't add up. If it had been a loving relationship, I can't see him treating Jamie like this."
"Then I don't understand the connection?"
Michael took a deep breath as an idea came to him. "Kitt, when I was a cop, Stevie and I used to go out regularly with a bunch of other couples. A few were married, Stevie and I were engaged at that time, and the two others were long standing relationships. One night, after Stevie and I had been away on vacation for a few weeks, we came back to discover a new ritual. The evening started as normal, we went to the bar, had a few drinks, found a seat, had dinner. Nothing seemed amiss at the time. Good friends we had missed being with. Then after dinner, Bill pulls out his hat and all the car keys get dropped into it. Being as possessive as I was, I refused, and I'm very glad that I did. The girls then took turns picking out a set of keys. Whoever's keys they grabbed, they went home with." Michael finished, still appalled by his friends actions.
"You mean to tell me that they went with the men to...."
"Yeah Kitt, they swapped lovers. When they discovered that Stevie and I would have nothing to do with this concept, they quit asking us out."
"But that's...." Kitt stopped, unsure how to describe his feelings.
"I've run into these games a few times. Once or twice I found myself in the middle of the mess, not realizing until it was almost too late what was going on. In all honesty Kitt, I prefer one night stands over switch hitting with my best friend's wife."
"Then I guess it's a good thing I don't have keys." Michael snorted. "Jamie probably doesn't know."
"I'm betting Wilkins does. But I don't want to tip my hat just yet."
Walking into the bedroom he had shared with Jamie for the past few weeks, he felt a loss, the beginnings of a depression lurking around his soul. Yes, the work had been difficult. The demands he had placed on himself had taken their toll, and no, he hadn't solved the case - not yet anyway - but he wasn't about to give this up. He would speak to Devon, alone, away from the Foundation about his suspicions. He and Kitt had pulled in well after dark and he'd remained in the car for a fair chunk of time. Both partners were silent, taking in the quiet night and the comfort of being with one another. He wasn't tired, not overly. He knew he'd regret this late night in the morning, but that didn't seem to matter now. Sliding the bench over, he sat, elbows on his knees, head in his hands and watched her sleep. He still wasn't sure how he was going to break the news to her. Nor was he sure how he could protect her once he was gone.
She slept so peacefully. They had both been through a great deal of late, and he needed to see her like this; relaxed, content. For the first time in a long time he wanted a relationship to continue. He smiled as he watched her stir, knowing she wouldn't remain asleep.
"Mi?" In her wakening state, her voice was foggy, not completing his name. It wasn't the first time he'd heard her call him that, and he prayed it wouldn't be the last.
"Hey. Kitt and I pulled in a short time ago."
"How'd it go?" Sitting up, she leaned back against the wall, pushing her hair out of her face. Resisting the urge to help her, he shifted from the bench to the edge of the bed.
"They pulled me from the case." He answered, his voice monotone.
Jamie's head dropped for a second. "I was waiting for this." Off Michael's confused reaction, "if they couldn't get me away from you, then they had to do something. This was the next logical step." Shrugging, Jamie looked at the man sitting beside her. The man she had come to know so well. It was all coming to an end and all she could feel was the loneliness.
Sliding closer to her, unable to decipher her expression in the dark room, he placed his palm against her cheek, his fingers sliding into her hair. Her skin was soft, warm, with a hint of her strength underneath. "I'm not leaving you Ja. Nor am I dropping this case." His voice had dropped and deepened. "Kitt and I have a few things in the works." She nodded, suspecting as much from him. Leaning into his touch, closing her eyes, she worked to memorize the feel. Placing his left hand on the bed beside her hip, he closed the distance between them. Her heart jumped as she felt the feathery kiss. Holding her, he increased the pressure between them, hearing her startled gasp when his tongue touched her lips. There was only a moment's pause before she responded, allowing him passed her lips, then returning the caress.
Her arms circled his neck, her fingers curling through his hair as the kiss lingered. Her heart was pounding in her chest, almost reaching to touch his. She had heard this referred to as a 'soul kiss', and now she knew why. She had never known a kiss to effect her so.
Pulling back, slightly breathless, he hugged her to him, not wanting to give up this intimate moment. "Go back to sleep." He whispered against the side of her head. "I'll be back in a minute." She nodded before he released her. Grabbing his stuff, he stepped into the bathroom to change. Joining her a few minutes later, he spooned himself around her. Using his arm as a pillow, she felt his other arm wrap snugly around her middle, holding her securely to him, granting them the most contact possible. Nuzzling into her hair, he closed his eyes, letting sleep take them away from reality for a few hours.
