Hello again world of fiction! XD I live!! Yes you can all run and hide now. Anyways heres a new story! But first..

I own plot and homade characters, I do NOT own KR in anyways shape or form. I'm looking for idea's to write about so ya'll feel free to email me (or just to talk). I fixed my email problem so whoever wanted to email me..hint,hint Can n.n

To the fic!

Michael sighed as he sat up in bed. His eyes were tired and stressed. His hair was a morning disaster. Sighing he looked over at the digital clock on his nightstand 5:04. Drat, what was he doing at the 'Oh My God' time of the morning? For some reason Michael had a bad feeling that something today was going to go seriously wrong...

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Michael finally walked down the stairs to the exquisitely decorated dining room at 6:00. Having had a nice long shower to relax, he was trying to ignore the bad feeling he had been having since he woke up. A familiar face sat at the table with a cup of tea and the morning paper, who looked up in surprise at his arrival.

"Michael! My boy, what in the world are you doing up? Normally you'd sleep till at least 8:30." Devon exclaimed staring at Michael as he strode in. His damp, curly hair slightly mussed up. He was just wearing the tight jeans and blue polo shirt with no jacket at the moment. While Devon, of course, looked like he could go to a meeting with the Board.

"Can't I just have a feeling today's going to go very wrong." Michael sighed, he'd never admit it, but he hated his gut feelings like everyone else, despite how many times it's saved his sorry behind.

"Oh? How is that? Knowing your 'feelings' this could be very bad indeed." Devon pondered thoughtfully knowing from experience that Michaels 'feelings' were almost never wrong.

"I don't know, it's a sense of foreboding like I should have been somewhere...How come you're here alone? Usually Bon's here to have breakfast with you." Michael wondered curious as to wear the brunette tech. was when he noticed she wasn't present.

"Last night she went to her apartment to get a few things. She hasn't gotten back as of yet." Devon replied.

"Okay...Hey um, want some company? I have a feeling Kitt's in recharge still." Michael asked nervously, he wasn't in the mood to be alone and he didn't want to wake Kitt up because he was jittery.

"Of course have a seat." Devon smiled, motioning towards a chair next to him. Michael smiled back as he sat on Devon's right, wondering what to say.

"I have a feeling you might be hungry. I'll call Dominic to get you one of those omelets you like."

"As long as I get some of those delicious, bacons strips I am content" Michael joked causing Devon to smile.

"I think we can arrange something." Devon smiled when one of the maids suddenly ran in, a panicked look on her face.

"Mr. Miles! On the phone, it's Metro Hospital! Something about Miss Barstow!" The maid babbled nervously. Immediately Devon shot to his feet as Michael's jaw dropped. Taking the phone from her hand he nodded that she was dismissed, she nodded back as she walked out of the dining room.

"Yes...Alright, how is she?......Okay, thank you I'll be over as soon as possible, thank you." Devon sighed hanging up.

"...Devon?"

"Bonnie was involved in a hit and run accident. It seems a drunk driver ran her down while she was crossing the street." Devon replied quietly. He suddenly looked a lot older to Michael.

"How bad?" Michael whispered fearful, seeing his friend's distress.

"They said it'd be best to have us in person, confidentiality reasons. They'd prefer us to talk to the doctor."

"Okay, I'll go get Kitt" Michael leapt to his feet immediately. Devon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as Michael ran off to get his partner, breakfast forgotten. Oh what a day today was going to be...