Knight Rider

Remember The Knight

Part X
By Ldydeb

The autumn weeks sped by and too quickly Michael and Selena had packed their belongings to move back to their homes.  They didn't speak the entire morning afraid of rejection, of defining what happens next.  Michael wanted to ask her to marry, but he knew she had the responsibility of her sisters to think about.  He had KITT and The Foundation.  As soon as the trial for Lennox was over, Jasmine and Tina were to move in with her at the gatehouse at the Foundation.  Devon had convinced Selena it would be the safest place for them as long as Patrick Judson eluded the authorities. Michael knew he wanted Selena, but did he also want to become part of her family?  Would she turn him down because of them?  He enjoyed the sisters and knew they like him, but would they accept him as Selena's husband?

He was also concerned with saddling Selena with an absentee husband.  FLAG needed him.  He knew that would not be an issue for Selena.  He knew she wanted him to be apart of FLAG forever.  He did like the idea of them becoming a team – working together when the need arose.  There were so many things to consider and he believed he needed to work them out before asking her.

His thoughts plagued him until Selena came into his old room.  She was still dressed in her robe, her wet-freshly showered hair laying in a mass of waves down her back.  She'd put on cosmetics, not much, just enough to color her eyes and cheeks.  She smiled at him, while checking one of his suitcases.  She dropped his filled shaving kit into one of the bags and said, "OK, Michael, you're all packed.  Umm…shouldn't you be getting dressed?"

Instantly, Michael knew what he wanted.  Without speaking, he lunged for his Moonlight Angel.  His mouth launched an attack on her lips, his tongue invading her mouth.  He was angry with himself for his doubts and wanted to pour himself into her, drain his doubts away.  He edged her face with little kisses, walking her to the hall toward her room.  He pushed her into the wall in the hall, wrenching the robe from her body, to his delight finding her completely nude.  He whispered, "Don't leave me, Moonlight!"

Selena's arms went around his neck and returned his passion in equal intensity.  Their kisses turned up the flames to a bonfire, their hands fighting to bring their bodies an explosion of sensations.  Each nerve ending, each point touched firing jolts of electricity to their brains and then their bodies.  Michael lifted her, opening his own robe and pushed up inside her with the force of a rocket engine.  Her back hit the wall again and she pushed down into him.  She cried out, offering her love to him.

Michael took the hair on the back of her neck, held it tightly in his fist, and kissed her fiercely.  He dragged her away from the wall to their bed.  He tossed her on the mattress following her down and impaling her again.  They rolled a bit, letting Selena ride a top.  She rose up, her hands on his stomach allowing her to push up slightly and slam down in a frantic pace.  She was ready to let go, her body shuddering, radiating against Michael.

He rose up on his elbows kissing her body until she was again crying out her passion, her tears draining down her face.  Michael relished each love-filled salty drop.  She looked at him with such intensity, with such desire it overwhelmed him.  He raised his hips and flipped her to her back, slamming her against the mattress, covering her with his body driving himself to find her warm, wonderful welcome to her body.  They collapsed after the explosion died away; Michael speaking into her hair, "I want you forever, My Moonlight Angel."  He curled up with her held protectively beneath him for several long minutes.  He didn't want to let her go.

Too soon, she slipped from his grasp, knowing that if she didn't, she wouldn't be able to.  Her eyes were filled with tears as she ran from him.  In that moment he knew what he wanted and the only thing or person that stood in his way, that he wanted to consult before telling her, was Devon.  He planned to talk to Devon before the trial and ask Selena to be his wife that evening.

Back in the bathroom, Selena laid her head against the door, caressing it as if she were caressing Michael.  She made a decision, but needed to talk to Devon first.  Grabbing her earring, she waited for the familiar tingle; "KITT, please contact Devon.  Ask him if the results of the paternity test are in?"

A few minutes later, Selena stood before the mirror, her cosmetics repaired, her hair drawn into a ponytail away from her face.  She was dressed in a loose peasant skirt with a flowing linen blouse to match.  It would definitely hide her condition from those that could hurt her.  She laughed in irony.  Michael still had not asked her, questioned her about the changes she'd gone through in the four weeks they lived with each other.  She was slowly coming to the conclusion that either he was blind, stupid or both; or, he didn't want to know.  But Devon's answer to her question would decide what she was going to tell him after the trial took recess today.

Her ear tingled.  KITT announced, "Devon has the results, Selena, he wants to give them to you in person, after court today."

Selena's voice was contemplative and soft, afraid, "Thank you, KITT.  Ummm…by the way, whether or not Michael is the father, I'm going to tell him tonight.  I can't stand keeping this from him any longer."

KITT asked, "Are you sure, Selena?"

"Yes.  I love him, KITT.  I don't want to force him into caring for another man's baby and I think Michael is going to ask me to marry him!"

KITT responded, "That seems to be his intentions, Selena.  He's been talking that way more and more."

Selena sighed, "Well then whatever is going to happen will happen tonight."

Before more could be said, Michael knocked on the door.  He informed, "Ready?  The luggage has been stored in KITT.  Just waiting for you."

"I'm coming!"  She opened the door to find Michael encircling her in a protective hug. 

He promised, "Don't worry, My Moonlight.  I will be there and you can protect yourself now."

She didn't speak, just allowed Michael to escort her down the stairs.  They took one last longing look around their lover's dream and then re-entered reality.

The courthouse was stifling hot.  Selena waited in the District Attorney's office for the trial to begin.  All the preliminaries had been taken care of, a jury finally decided on.  The DA and Devon agreed that Selena should not see or talk to her sisters until they finished testifying.  They wanted to prevent being accused of witness tampering.  They also didn't want Jasmine or Tina to become too nervous because Selena would try to overprotect them.  They feared her withdrawing consent.  The DA had gone to great lengths to prep his star witnesses including engaging two lawyers to represent them.  He also knew of the two child psychologists hired by Devon to help them through their ordeal.

Bonnie came in to the chamber, her smile filling the room.  Though Bonnie had one time loved Michael Knight, she knew a long time ago that they could never be more than friends.  He cherished her opinions, her tender care of KITT, but he never looked at her in any way other than like a sister.  She had witnessed how he looked at Selena, how excited his voice became when he talked about her.  She was sure they were unaware how into each other they were, the habits they had formed in taking care of each other.

Bonnie enjoyed Selena's friendship and believed there was no one more suited for Michael Knight.  She had just come from another chamber where Michael and Devon were talking.  Michael had just taken them both into his confidence to announce in intention to ask Selena to be his wife.  Bonnie was tickled, especially if the child Selena carried turned out to be his.  Devon had objections and was currently trying to talk Michael out of a hasty decision.  Bonnie decided to escape before being asked her opinion.  She did not want to take sides.  She did remind them both that their argument needed to wait until later.  She brought their attention to two young girls sitting with their aunts down the hall with two scary-looking police officers standing guard.

Now that Bonnie stood in the room with Selena, she wanted to hug her friend and tell her she what she had overheard.  She knew Michael would not be happy with her.  Instead she inquired, "Howse the baby doing, Selena, how are you?"

Selena's face brightened, "Impatient for this to be over.  Did Devon bring the envelope with him?"

"So you plan to tell him?"

"Yes, tonight.  I just want to know what to tell him first. So?

"Devon has it with him.  How are you adjusting to KITT's modification of your jewelry's program?"

Selena laughed, "You mean having him inside my head whenever I want and sometimes when I don't?  He's been useful.  I just wish the vibrations were not so strong when we communicate."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not really, more annoying."

Bonnie nodded, "Let me see what I can do."

The woman officer watching over Selena knocked and opened the door.  "You can go in the courtroom, Miss Kirk.  The attorneys are just now making their opening remarks."

Bonnie asked, "Do you want to wait for Michael?"

Selena declined, "No, I should find a place out of the way.  I don't want to upset my girls."  Selena rose with Bonnie and followed the officer to the courtroom.

Seating herself near the back of the room, near the door; Selena listened to the DA describe the auction, the theft of government weapons and dangerous chemicals; the military court which had already found Major Gerald Lennox guilty of treason.  They were waiting on the outcome of this trial before sentencing.  The DA talked about proving that Major Lennox conspired with Patrick Judson to kidnap two innocent children, drug them, and then murder them to force the cooperation of Selena Kirk to steal from Foundation for Law and Government.  The DA stated, "Not only did he help plan these crimes, he executed them in May of this year.  Gerald Lennox willfully drugged Michael Knight of FLAG to aid Patrick Judson, who had evaded capture by the Law.  They held Mr. Knight prisoner for the purpose of murdering him and stealing the robotic prototype the Knight Industries Two Thousand.

"In an attempt to cover up this crime, our office has recently been given evidence that Major Lennox raped, tortured, then killed another FLAG investigator, Caitlin Green.  Therefore ladies and gentlemen of the jury, it is our hope that after we have presented our evidence you will find Major Gerald Lennox guilty on three counts of grand larceny, four counts of kidnapping, two counts of endangering a minor, three counts of attempted murder, one count of rape in the 1st degree, and finally one count of murder in the first degree.  If found guilty, it is our intention to seek the death penalty.  These crimes are below contempt.  After you see the evidence, you will see the face of evil and see that evil in Major Lennox."

During his speech, Selena watched the DA hold pictures of the people Lennox was accused of hurting for the jury to see.  She only recognized her sisters and Michael.  Then she saw Caitlin's picture and her heart stopped.  Her brain flashed images of talking to the woman, being good friends; someone she cherished.  Her eyes observed the jury, some wearing their best poker faces, all taking notes.  She watched them listening to the first of Lennox's attorneys rise to mount his defense.  He was calling Lennox a pawn in a plan launched by Patrick Judson Senior and his assistant Selena Kirk.  She smothered her outrage, her eyes going to the defense table.  She found one of the men staring at her, lust and hatred shooting invisible bullets at her.  The hair on the back of her neck tingled; she could feel death coming at her, panic beginning to rise.

In her mind she saw his face again laughing at her, using her.  She shook away the waking nightmare.  She tugged at Bonnie's sleeve, her eyes getting Bonnie to follow her line of vision, "Who is that man staring at me?"

The chair on her other side was filled with a warm, welcoming presence.  Selena turned and hugged Michael.  "I'm so glad you're here!" She whispered slightly distraught.

Bonnie gave Michael a look of concern as she inquired, "Selena, you don't know who that is?"  She gestured to the man, who was still boldly watching Selena, daring those seated with her to interrupt the court to stop him.

Selena nodded negatively, "Who is he?"  She was afraid to speak aloud the visions about the guy in her head.

Michael knew something was wrong.  Her hand was clutching his I a needful plea to be safe.  Michael responded, his voice telling her not to fear, "That is Gerald Lennox, Angel.  But you don't remember do you?"

Selena swallowed, looking at her hands, "The needles, Michael, the needles."

Michael remembered for her. He kissed the top of her head, slipping his arm around her shoulders and whispered, "Don't think about him, My Sweet Moonlight.  He can't touch you again."

Bonnie wanted to understand but was afraid to push.  There appeared a desire for revenge, an unveiled rage now directed at the man watching Selena in Michael's face.  For the first time in weeks, Bonnie saw fear paralizing Selena.

Finally after accusing FLAG of manufacturing evidence to cover up Devon Miles's conspiracy to help his friend.  The attorney accused Devon and Judson Senior of plotting to steal from the government and FLAG.  The defense ended their opening remarks.  The judge asked the DA if he was ready to call his first witness.

Like he promised, the DA's first witness was Tina Kirk.  Selena was amazed how brave Tina tried to be as she came from the judge's chambers walking beside a short, blond woman who was holding her hand.  Her "Dolly" looked very polished, her hair in simple braids and dressed in a purple and green plaid jumper with a white blouse underneath.  Selena wondered who chose her sister's clothes, making her look so innocent, younger than she was.

Selena did not have time to think about that.  The DA asked Tina to state her name, which she did.  Then he asked her to describe the day she was taken from her sister.  Tina described coming home from school, explaining about the special holiday activities.  The DA smiled, "Did you enjoy yourself at school, Tina?"

"Oh yes."  She laughed, her nervousness easing as the DA led her through the events.  Tina said, "Me and Jazz walked into my house.  There were all these men standing around Selena…"

The DA interrupted, "Who is Jazz, Tina?"

Tina rolled her eyes, "That's our special name for my sister.  It is short for Jasmine."

"Do you have a special name?" He smiled.

Tina's face reflected her embarrassment, "Selena calls me...calls me 'Dolly'."

The DA laughed, "And you don't like that?"

Tina's eyes searched for Selena and she responded, "Do I have to answer that?"  The people around the courtroom laughed.

The DA responded, "No, Tina.  Let's go back to that Friday when you and Jasmine walked into your house.  What happened next?"

Tina continued, "Well, Jasmine pulled on my arm.  She wanted me to run.  Selena yelled at me, at Jasmine to run.  Then Mr. Judson's friend picked me up.  He carried me outside and told me to be good and set me in his van."

The DA asked, "Do you remember what happened next?"

Tina replied, "The man told me his name…Gerry or Terry…ooh I don't remember!"

The DA noticed Tina getting nervous again.  She thought she had done a bad thing by not being able to remember.  In her seat, Selena had to be held down by Michael.  The DA calmed down both sisters.  He knelt in front of the witness box and smiled, "Tina, relax.  You are doing very well."

Tina tried to smile, "I'm ok, Mr. Bender."

The DA tugged on her braid, "Good girl!"

Behind them, the defense attorney called out, "I object, your honor!  It is obvious this witness has been coached!  How can we know if she's telling what actually happened or what the DA put there."

Tina rose to her feet, she shouted indignantly, "I do not lie!  You are a bad man!"  Which brought a little laughter to the chamber.

The Defense Attorney was not laughing; "Sit down, young lady, speak when you are spoken too!"

The Judge rapped his gavel, "Order…Order."  He too, however, was amused.  He ordered, "Over ruled.  Mr. Cantor, The DA is merely trying to make this adult procedure easier for the young lady.  Mr. Bender, please refrain from praising the child for her answers.  Miss Kirk, are you ready?"

Her eyes as big as saucers, she nodded.  The DA's voice brought her attention back to him.  He said, "OK, Tina, almost done.  Now what happened in the van?"

Tina replied, "Jerry gave me and Jazz some coke to drink and…"her voice trailed off, her eyes reflecting fear, as if remembering something terrible.

Mr. Bender replied, "And what, Tina?"

"Well, ummm.  I wasn't thirsty, I was scared and the coke tasted funny.  I just wanted to go home!"  She looked down at her hands, "Jazz yelled at him to leave us alone.  She tried to spill the soda to the floor.  Jerry…he…well, ummm.  He hit Jazz with his fist…"  Tina had raised her fist in demonstration.  The chamber echoed with disgust.  A grunt of anger from a very feminine voice rose above the rest.

The defense attorney stood again, "I object!  This is no more than a child's nightmare being fed to the jury as fact!"

"Sit down, Mr. Cantor.  Objection is over ruled!" the judge ordered.

Mr. Bender stood back away from Tina and asked, "Is Jerry…the man who hit Jasmine…in this room?"

Tina nodded vigorously.  She stood up on the box used to boost her up.  She hopped down to the floor.  The DA met her and said, "You can just point him out, Tina."

Tina looked to the judge and said, "But if I point you might mistake where my finger is going.  I am not a liar."

The Judge waved to Mr. Bender, "Let her be, Sir.  Go a head, Miss Kirk."

"Your Honor!" shouted Mr. Cantor.

But Tina already stood in front of his table, in front of his client.  She said, "You hit Jasmine, Jerry.  You made us drink that awful coke!  You hurt my Selena!"  She looked back at the judge and asked, "Can I go now?"

The DA had a grin a mile wide.  If he could rest his case now the jury would hang Lennox themselves.  He saw their outrage, their sympathy for the child.  But he had the rest of the charges to convict on.  He motioned for Tina's guardian, "Your Honor, no more questions for this young lady."

Mr. Cantor spoke, "You may not have questions, but I certainly do!"

The Judge requested, "Yes, Mr. Cantor.  Miss Kirk, would you please take your seat next to me again."

Again her eyes enlarged nervously.  She took Mr. Bender's hand who led her back to the witness box.  Mr. Bender patted her hand, "Be Brave, Tina.  You are doing fine."

Mr. Cantor waited unto the DA took his seat and the child unprotected.  He smiled, "OK, Tina.  Now I just want you to tell the truth, the whole truth.  OK?"

"But I have been!"  She insisted a small wine in her voice.

Mr. Cantor patted her hand, "May I ask you who this woman is that entered court with you?"

Tin responded, "This is Dr. Hume.  She's been helping me get ready to speak to you."

"Oh, she's been telling you what to say?" remarked Mr. Cantor.

Tina's face wrinkled in confusion, "No.  Well, ummm...she helped me to remember everything."

"I see, Tina.  Didn't you know what to remember?" asked Mr. Cantor.

"Huh?"

Mr. Cantor asked, "How did you meet Dr. Hume?"

Tina sounded relieved, "That's easy.  Devon introduced me to her.  He said she was going to help me…"

"Help you how, Tina.  Did Dr. Hume tell you what to say up here?"

Tina answered, "Yes…I mean…no…she helped me remember!"  She looked to the DA and to Dr. Hume.

The DA rose from his chair and demanded, "Objection!  What is the point of these questions?  He's confusing the child."

The judge asked, "Yes, Mr. Cantor.  Where are you going with this?"

Mr. Cantor replied, "I was just about to get to that, Your Honor.  May I continue?"

The Judge replied, "Yes, but be careful.  Get to the point."

Turning back to Tina, Mr. Cantor asked, "Are you sure the man said his name was Gerry and not Terry?"

Tina didn't understand.  The man had asked her about Dr. Hume.  She answered, "Why would Dr. Hume say her name was Gerry or Terry?  She's a girl!"  Again the chamber laughed.

Mr. Cantor asked, "Tina, think back to the day in question."

"What day?"  Tina asked.  She was confused.  First the man asked her to tell the truth, then he asked about Dr. Hume, and then asking her if Dr. Hume's name was Gerry or Terry.

Mr. Cantor prodded, "The day Dr. Hume told you to remember about the van."

Tina huffed, "I already told you that Gerry made me and Jazz drink the bad coke, then we took a nap!"

Mr. Cantor said, "No, Tina, that was not what you said.  You said you didn't want to drink it, that Jasmine spilled the coke on the floor."

Tina cried, "No!  Jazz tried to spill it!"

The DA rose to his feet, "Your Honor!  The Defense is trying to tamper with this witness, confuse her.  I object to this line of questions."

The judge breathed in frustration, "What is your point in this, Mr. Cantor?"

Mr. Cantor argued, "Your Honor, I am trying to prove Devon Miles tampered with this child…not me.  She has been coached to frame my client.  I want her testimony completely removed from the record."

Mr. Bender refuted, "Your Honor!"

Tina was shuffling in her seat.  She watched and listened to the adults arguing over her.  She was sniffling and on the verge of crying.  Selena noticed it, felt the child's fear in her soul.  She looked to find the man Michael said was Lennox trying to hide his pleasure over Tina's discomfort.  Her heart burned with rage.

Mr. Bender requested, "Your Honor, may we approach?"

The Judge nodded and was surrounded by all the lawyers in the case.  He looked at Mr. Cantor and said, "That is enough, Sir.  Leave the child alone.  You've made your point.  Let us get on with this."

Mr. Bender replied, "Your Honor, you are letting him accuse my office of being a puppet and subordinating perjury through a child in one fell swoop!"

The Judge replied, "Just be thankful I didn't remove her testimony entirely, Sir.  I didn't want her here in the first place for this very reason!  Now send the child back to her Aunts!"

"Yes, Sir."

The judge looked at Mr. Cantor and said, "I presume you are finished with her?"

Mr. Cantor nodded, "She can go."

Mr. Bender stepped back from the judge's bench.  He nodded to the blond woman, "Miss Kirk, you can go now."

Tina asked, "I'm done?"

"Yes, young lady." Mr. Bender replied with a smile.

Before anyone could stop her, Tina jumped from the witness box and ran across the courtroom.  She threw herself in Selena's arms and cried, "I'm sorry, Selena.  I didn't do it right!  The man yelled at me!"

"Oh Dolly, No!"  Selena whispered soothingly, while the courtroom tried to recover from the interruption.

Dr. Hume came towards the sisters, a bailiff behind her.  She smiled and requested, "I need to take Tina with me, Miss Kirk."

Selena nodded, trying to control her tears.  "Tina," she instructed, "please go with Dr. Hume.  She's going to take you to see Aunt Dawn.  OK?"

Tina nodded.  Selena kissed her sister before she was escorted out of the chamber.  Selena buried her head against Michael's shoulder, the tears she'd been holding falling freely against the sleeves of his jacket.  He asked, "Do you want to go, Moonlight?"

"No, I should be here for Jasmine."

"Are you sure?  The DA will asking Jasmine a lot more," warned Michael.

"I'll be fine as long you don't let go of me."

The door to the judge's chambers opened again.  Jasmine and her guardian, a young twenty-something, good-looking man came through the door.  Jasmine was stylishly dressed in her favorite blue denim mini-skirt, a light blue blouse with a denim vest over it.  The blouse buttoned at her wrists giving her a very proper, "Good-Girl" impression.  In addition to the jewelry Bonnie had given her, Jasmine wore a cameo pin that Selena knew belonged to their mother.  Instantly Selena was reassured Jasmine would be fine.

The DA began questioning Jasmine.  First asking her name.  Then he asked, "Miss Kirk, may I call you Jasmine?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"How old are you?"

"I just turned 16 last week."

"OK, just to clarify.  Who is the gentleman that entered the court with you today?"

"He's my shrink, Dr Verona," replied Jasmine, her tone on edge as if she was defending herself from attack.

Mr. Bender smiled, "Your Shrink?  Don't you mean your therapist?"

"Yeah, whatever.  I'm suppose to talk to him about stuff that happened," she replied.

"You sound like you don't like him, Jasmine, why?"

"He's all right," she shrugged, "He lets me paint and then talk about my pictures."

"I see.  What do you paint when you are with Dr. Verona?"

She looked at her hands, then at Dr. Verona, then at Jerry Lennox.  Her eyes filled rage, too much rage for a young woman of 16.  She replied, "I paint what I remember.  It helps to get the images out of my head so I can sleep at night."

"Come now, Jasmine, you're 16.  Surely you don't have trouble sleeping?"

"Sir, if you have been through what I have, you'd have trouble sleeping too."

"OK, Jasmine, now before we talk about that, I want to know; did anyone in this room, or any member of your family, or anyone else pressure you into talking with me today?"

"No, Sir."

"Did anyone tell you what to say?  Did you and I or you and Dr. Verona practice what you were going to say here?"

"You listened to me tell my story, just like Dr. Verona.  You took notes and now you are questioning me on them.  It is what you said would happen."

"But I did not tell you what to say?"

"No"

"Did any of your family?"

"You mean Selena.  She could not have told me what to say…I haven't been allowed to see her since this happened, except for a few days at the end of the summer."  Michael, Bonnie and Selena held their breath.  They were afraid Jasmine would reveal Selena's amnesia.  Jasmine continued, "So no, my sister nor anyone else told me what to say here."  There was a release of breath in relief.

Mr. Bender smiled, "Good enough.  Now let's talk about what happened on the Friday last May."

Jasmine described, "Mrs. Tomb dropped me and Tina off at the driveway.  There were two cars and a van parked on our lawn only one I recognized.  I followed Tina into the house.  I wanted to go to my room to pack, but I heard Tina talking to Mr. Judson.  Then Selena yelled at me to take Tina and run.  She tried to push us out of the door, but these big idiots with Mr. Judson took me by my shirt, pulled my arm.  I saw Tina carried away to the van.  I heard Selena shouting.  Then I was told to get in the van and behave."

"Who told you that?" Mr. Bender asked.

"The man who carried Tina.  He put seatbelts on both of us.  He said his name was Gerry and that if we behaved, he'd be nice me…us."  Again, Jasmine looked at her hands, the real nightmare still fresh in her head.  Her eyes were moist.

Mr. Bender asked, "Is that man in court today?"

"Yes, I've drawn him so many times, I'd know him any where!"

Mr. Bender smiled, "That's right.  At this time, Your Honor, we'd like to bring State's Exhibit A.  These are the paintings and drawings that Jasmine Kirk has been doing during her therapy session since her kidnapping."

Mr. Cantor stood, "Again, Your Honor, I renew my objections to these being entered as evidence.  The only value these have is to inflame the jury!  They do not link my client to the witness or the crime physically or anything else.  These are the imaginings of a very impressionable teenager."

Jasmine wanted to hit the man.  But Mr. Bender's assistant had warned her that the defense attorney would make objections.  She had been instructed to remain calm and only answer questions put directly to her.  The DA would argue with the defense and the Judge would decide who was right.

The DA turned to the Judge and reminded, "As per the hearing in September, Your Honor, you ruled…"

"I remember, Mr. Bender.  Mr. Cantor, you are over ruled.  The paintings will be entered into evidence for whatever value the jury finds in deciding on the charges."

Mr. Bender motioned to one of the bailiffs.  A door to the back of chamber was opened and several pairs of bailiffs came through carrying easels and covered canvases.  The canvases were numbered.

The process caused a bit of restlessness throughout the courtroom.  Selena held on to Michael her anxiety rising with each passing moment. Again she felt Lennox's eyes on her.  She looked at him and he smiled before turning his eyes toward the back of the courtroom adjacent to her.  He looked back at her and then behind again.  She realized he wanted her to look too.  She refused.  She looked away, trying not to panic.  Something told her he was trying to torture her.  Now his eyes challenged, dared her to look.  Pursing her lips together in anger, she whirled her head around to find a tall, blond man watching her.  He was scowling at her until he realized she was looking at him.  His eyes looked directly behind her and nodded.  She didn't understand and tugged on Michael's arm, her stomach churning, her head feeling light and fuzzy.  She said, "There is a blond man watching us, Michael.  I think I'm going to be sick!"

Michael heard the word blond and he quickly turned completely around to find the seat Selena had indicated vacated.  Selena whimpered in pain and he turned to find her eyes enlarged like she'd been stabbed, her hand trying to dislodge something from her back.  She said, "Get it off, Michael!  Something bit me!  Get if off!"

Bonnie asked, "What's wrong, Selena?"

"I don't know, Lennox was staring at me…"

Before she could finish, the judge's gavel resounded throughout the chamber calling every one to order.  Michael leaned across Selena and whispered, "Judson's here.  Selena, stay with Bonnie.  I'm going to find that scum!"

Both Bonnie and Selena noted the venom in Michael's tone and both worried.  Selena said, "Please, Michael, stay with me.  If Jud…if he…If the king is here…It is me he wants."

Michael kissed her and said, "You are safe here."

"Michael, I barely remember what he looks like.  I won't know he's attacking me until it is too late!  Do not leave me!" she begged.

Michael took her chin in his hands and said, "My Moonlight, are you forgetting everything I taught you?  You can protect yourself!  KITT will be watching you.  Please, My Angel, trust me!"

Selena felt him kiss her again filling her with courage and his love.  Finally she nodded, her hand to his cheek and said, "Be careful, My Knight, I love you!"

Michael looked at Bonnie, "I'll be back.  Don't let her out of your sight."  He quietly made his way to the door of the chamber.  Before leaving he pulled the bailiff aside, pointed to Selena and Bonnie, then he was gone.

In the hall, Michael wandered the halls, his eyes casing every doorway, every corner.  He looked inside all the empty courtrooms, offices, men's and women's washrooms.  Devon met him outside the Judge's chambers where two armed guards stood.  Michael looked inside the room to find Tina playing cards with Dr. Hume.  Her Aunts were also trying to pass the time.  Marie read from a national tabloid while Dawn worked on her laptop.  Tina jumped up and ran to Michael.  She asked worriedly, "Selena?"

Michael smoothed her hair and played with her braid, "She's fine.  She wanted me to check on you."

Tina frowned, "Fine, I guess.  I think I messed up in there.  Dr. Hume says I did good, but I don't think so."

Michael squeezed her hand, "Selena was proud of you, Tina.  Me too.  Now, I want you to promise me something.  OK?"

Tina nodded, aware of the worry in Michael's voice, "You look scared, Michael, why?"

Tina had been through too much for him to lie.  He knew it was better to prepare her.  He said to all four women, "I think Selena saw Judson in the courtroom."

Tina asked, "How?  She can't remember him?"

Dawn stood. "Michael, is she OK?"

Michael explained, "I didn't see him, Tina.  But Selena said she saw a blonde man staring at her."  To Dawn and Marie he said, "She had one of her dizzy spells at the same time.  It could be nothing."

Marie responded, "You need to find out, Michael.  We'll be fine here."

Tina hugged Michael, "Keep Selena safe, Michael."

"Promise you won't leave this room unless Devon or Me or Bonnie comes to get you?  No Matter what?"

"Even if the fire alarm goes off?" Tina asked.

Michael laughed, "Yes!  Even if the fire alarm goes off."

Michael walked out of the room to find Devon talking with the chief of the Bailiffs.  They were arguing about searching the courthouse.  Michael watched the man storm away, leading four of his deputies with him.  Michael asked, "What's wrong?"

"They don't want to cause a panic because of one woman's possible hallucinations," Devon explained.

Dr. Lindel approached, "Which is exactly what this could be Mr. Knight, I warned you that coddling her, not forcing her to come to therapy would be bad for her."

Michael got in the man's face, "No, what was bad for her was letting you put that drug in her system!  Letting you inside her head!"

"I don't have to listen to this, Mr. Miles!  I came to help, but it looks like I'm not needed."  Dr. Lindel stomped away.

Devon asked, "Are you sure she saw him, Michael?  Are you sure your feelings aren't clouding your judgment?"

Michael spoke, the second time that day he didn't understand his mentor, his friend.  "No, Devon.  I am not sure.  But I know two things for sure, Judson is an unpredictable bastard and arrogant enough to think he could attack her here and get away with it.  The look on Selena's face when she told me, the fear in her eyes was enough to make me want to at least check it out.  I hope to hell I am wrong!  That she was imagining it!  But, Devon, we already made mistakes with Judson.  I won't make anymore!"

Devon frowned, "Check it out, Michael, have KITT monitor all activity going on in and out of the entrances."

Michael replied, "Already done.  He's accessing all the video cameras covering the entire building.  If he's here, I'll get him."