Probably not very good, but here goes nothing. Knight Rider and it's characters are the property of Glen A. Larson and Universal. No KR2000, TKR, or KR2010 included.

My first stab at Knight Rider and long fiction. So don't beat me up too much if it's long or sucks in some parts. Feedback is welcome. Enjoy!

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Theme- Die Another Day by Madonna

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Chapter 1

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The pickup truck raced underneath the stormy California sky. It's driver never slowing, never stopping, despite speed limit signs and warnings of sharp turns.

The driver was frantic. He constantly checked the bundle under the blanket. There was a pulse, but it was very weak. Time was of the essence. "Hang on." he pleaded. "Not much longer now. We're almost there." He pulled the bundle closer to him, rocking it.

His emotions were in a tailspin. He had to remain calm enough to get to his destination without crashing and causing further harm. He didn't know how he was going to go back to work the next day and not strangle a certain someone for doing this horrible thing.

"I'm sorry." he whispered. "If I had known…"

Finally, he came upon two iron gates. A couple of guards came out. They recognized him. "What are you doing out in this weather?" one of them asked, a newspaper over his head so he wouldn't get wet.

"Let me in, Gary." he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "I have supplies to drop off."

"Okay." said the guard, shrugging, not understanding why someone would be out at this hour.

The driver rushed through the gates and parked out back where no one would see him, he hoped. He ran around to the other side of the truck and pulled the bundle out, careful to keep the blanket over it so his cargo wouldn't get wet. 'Where should I go first?' he thought. 'Should I go up to the main office and tell them what I know?'

'No.' he thought. He didn't have enough evidence yet. But what could he do? He couldn't blow it. But…what about 'her'?

He did all he could think of doing. He ran. He ran over the grounds until he saw a garage. Maybe he could put the bundle in there until morning. It was worth a shot.

He hurried as fast as he could, but he soon slipped on a muddy patch on the driveway. He tripped and fell, sending his precious load crashing to the hard ground, just outside the garage door.

He ran over and tried to pick it up, but it was no use. He was too weak to lift it. He didn't want to leave, but someone was bound to notice him. He didn't even feel right in leaving the blanket there. What if someone recognized it as the one kept in his truck?

He had to leave her here, out in the elements. It broke his heart. And he blamed himself for all of it. Every damned bit of it. He knelt quickly and held her the best he could.

"I'm so sorry. I hope one day you can forgive me." he cried. "You deserved better." He kissed her cheek for what he hoped wouldn't be the last time. He then set her down, and ran, taking the blanket with him.

He turned to see her one last time. 'I let you down.' he thought. 'I let us all down.' He then ran off into the night.

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The first thing she remembered was darkness. She couldn't tell if her eyes were opened or closed, but it was dark. The quiet turned into small tapping sounds, Then she felt cold droplets on her skin.

'Where am I?' she thought. 'Who am I?' She couldn't remember how she got here. Yet here she was. She didn't have much time to wonder. The cold drops on her skin were starting to cause pain. It stung on certain places in her being. A noise was forming from up inside her, up through her throat. It was the only word she could manage to say above a whisper.

"Help."

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A sudden crash of thunder and lightning woke Kitt up and shook him a bit. It was really bad out there tonight. He was glad he was safe inside his garage, and not spending the night outside like other cars did.

He was about to shut his power packs back down to recharge when he heard something. It was very faint at first. It sounded like a female.

"Bonnie?" Kitt called. "Is that you?" No answer came. Then he heard it again. His scanner indicated a female form huddled just outside the garage. But it wasn't Bonnie.

He opened the garage door and rolled forwards. There, he saw her. A human curled up right in front of him. She had several cuts, and what looked like two bruises on the side of her head.

"Help." He could barely hear her say.

"Devon! Bonnie!" Kitt called up to Devon's main office. "Hurry! Someone is hurt down here!"

Bonnie called an ambulance while Devon made his way down to Kitt's garage to see what was going on.

Kitt felt helpless watching the girl in so much pain. He scanned her vitals and they didn't look critical, but they were serious and very unstable.

"No more." he heard her say.

"It's okay. Help is coming."

"Don't let them…it hurt so much. Don't…let…them…"

"It's all right." Kitt tried to reassure her. "I won't let them harm you again." Even though he didn't know who 'they' were. Whomever they were, they were monsters for treating another living thing like this.

"No more…please!" It was as if she were pleading with her attacker to stop hurting her. Kitt did a quick scan of the area. No strangers were on the grounds. How long had she been here?

He was relieved to see Devon run up and over to them. He was carrying a blanket and wrapped it around the woman. He tried to help her up until she cried out in pain.

"Devon, stop it!" said Kitt. "You'll hurt her even more if you move her."

"I'm sorry, my dear. Forgive me." Devon eased her back onto the ground and knelt beside her. He held her head in his hands. She looked as though she had been brutally beaten.

"Can't…won't…live like this…evil…I…can't live…" she cried.

"Yes, you can. Just a little while longer." Kitt told her.

"Kitt, what is she talking about?" Devon asked.

"I don't know. She must think whomever did this to her will come back." Right now all he could do was talk to her until help arrived.

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The dark was all she could see. And pain was all she felt. Her head hurt the most. Everywhere else the pain came and went in small doses. There was that huge feeling of pain when she felt herself being lifted suddenly, but it went away.

Right now the only thing she cared about other than the pain, was the fact that she heard someone. Where ever the voice was coming from, it was helping her through it.

Suddenly, she saw a quick flash of light. Her body bucked upward and she felt pain in her head, a pain so fierce, it stopped every thought in her mind.

"No!" she cried. "Don't hurt me again!"

"Shhh. It's all right. I promise no one will hurt you. We're going to help you."

She was crying. She could feel it. "I…I can't remember anything."

"That's okay." she heard him say. "We'll help you remember."

She felt another sensation, her eyes were opening. It was still dark, but now the only thing she could see was a red light. It moved back and forth and calmed her.

"Help." she managed to say before the darkness drifted back in and she fell into a sort of sleepy haze.

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Bonnie and Kitt watched as they put the young lady onto a stretcher and loaded her into the back of the ambulance. Devon was giving a report to a police officer and to see which hospital they were taking her to.

"Kitt," said Bonnie. "How old does she look to you? I can barely tell by looking at her."

"She does look rather young. About sixteen. Yet I'm getting data on her vitals that she's at least 20 or so."

Kitt watched as they closed the ambulance doors and started off. They could still see her through the windows. She had brown, reddish hair and very pale skin. There was something familiar about this human, but he couldn't detect it.

Bonnie and Devon headed back inside. Devon called back to him. "Don't worry, Kitt. They're taking her to St. John's Memorial Hospital. As soon as she's able, we'll pay her a visit."

Kitt's attention remained on the young woman as the ambulance rolled away. 'I hope you'll be alright.' he thought. He rolled back into the garage and tried to power back down.