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"Eck…" groaned Michael rubbing at the top of his head, "Bloody false leads, they're death traps."

"You said it," emanated Kitt's distinct voice from the com-link.

"Ow..." Michael tried to get a fix on his situation. He had gone off to investigate another possible lead and had ended up being battered over the head. And Kitt. What had happened to Kitt?

"Buddy?" muttered Michael into the watch.

"Yes Michael?"

"What happened to you?"

"Erm..." Kitt paused and cleared his virtual throat, "I was coming to help you and I had to dodge to avoid some gun fire and drove in some wet concrete. It's messed up some of my systems and trying to get out's made it worse and gummed up my communications. I'm only a few metres to the left by the way."

"Oh," Michael rolled onto his side and saw the once black Trans-Am very firmly stuck up to his fender in drying concrete. Apparently in his attempts to get out, Kitt had managed to spray the stuff over his roof and hood. There was grey masking half of the scanner as well.

"You do realise this is gonna take me ages to clean, don't you?" said Michael, dragging himself to his feet and stumbling across to his partner.

"Watch the concrete Michael," snapped Kitt as the tall man nearly submerged one foot in it.

"Thanks buddy."

Michael leant against a scaffolding pole and looked around again. They were in a large warehouse that had obviously been used to hold something rather explosive, judging by the massive scorch marks along the walls. Who ever had set the trap up had obviously known their weaknesses. There were lead plates all along the walls and there was still a cement mixer and a pair of shovels sitting in a corner.

"Can you get through to anyone?" sighed Michael, looking down at his stranded partner.

"I might be able to get a message through to Karr" said Kitt thoughtfully, "But it will take a while."

"Well, try at least. I'm not trekking across that damn desert on my own," replied Michael, sinking to the floor again. He might as well catch up on his sleep.

Elsewhere Karr was sitting very unhappily in a hospital car-park. He had already been told off by Devon, then Bonnie and then RCIII. He was dreading was Jessica would say to him when she came out.

According to the doctors she was extremely lucky. The bullets hadn't done much damage to the muscles or anything else. She would just have to wear her arm in a sling for a while.

Jessica had sat silently while the doctor told her that and had said very little when he was bandaging her arm. She had just stared at the floor and then out the window. Karr had been monitoring her heartbeat when she did that. It had spiked upward as if she had been reminded of something that either frightened or annoyed her. He had a nasty feeling it was about him.

Now she was walking across the car-park in a vague way. The problem was that the way she was wandering wasn't the way that Karr was parked.

"What the…?" he muttered to himself before starting his engine and driving after her.

"Jess, where're you going?" he called out.

"For a walk," was the short reply.

'Oh, crap' thought Karr, 'She's really pissed at me.'

Jessica paused at the corner and looked down at the Trans-Am that was following her closely.

"I thought I could take care of myself?" she snarled rather nastily.

She stalked on a couple feet and stopped, turning around. Karr wasn't following her anymore; he had parked where she had snarled at him, scanner slowly tracking as though weighed down with guilt.

"Oh, all right!" she grumbled, walking back and getting in, "Back to FLAG. You drive; I'm slightly inconvenienced at this point."

She raised her uninjured arm as Karr began to speak,

"And no apologizing, please? I just wanna curl up and sleep."

Karr had plotted the longest and least bumpy road back to FLAG. He needed time to think and he didn't want to wake Jessica up from a rather uncomfortable looking slumber.

There was a light chime that Karr quickly silenced. He answered the call to find it was only a message from a rather worried sounding Kitt. But then again Kitt always sounded worried to him – Karr was positive that if Kitt was human he would constantly have an anxious frown on his face.

"Erm, Karr, Michael and I are in a bit of trouble. You couldn't come and help – please? I'll send the co-ordinates in a minute; I'm having problems with my communications systems. You'll find out why if you come to help."

The message cut off, and, seconds later, the co-ordinates did arrive. Karr now faced the unpleasant task of waking Jessica up.

"Jessica," he tried, "Jessica?"

The woman merely snorted and kicked the steering wheel gently.

After five minutes of trying to wake her up, he gave up and set a course to where Kitt was. He would let the other two take the blame when she woke else where than the Foundation.

In the abandoned warehouse, three hours later, Kitt was playing a solitaire game while trying not to use his computing capabilities at all. It was turning out to be very difficult, and after a while he simply let his logic circuits take over and finished the game in less than ten seconds.

Michael was still curled up, snoring loudly. Kitt didn't understand how his partner could sleep through everything. But then again Kitt didn't technically sleep so he really couldn't tell. He still wondered though. Wondering about stuff would give himself something to do for more than five minutes. He sometimes created paradoxes in his CPU just to have something to do on really long road trips. Michael had remarked several times that it was probably just a 'smart-ass AI thing'. He had said that one day when he was obviously irritated with his partner though. Kitt had conveniently forgotten (a.k.a. deleted the memory) what Michael had been annoyed about.

"Kitt?"

The AI flashed his scanner on and spotted Karr sitting in the doorway.

"Karr! I'm afraid Michael's gone to sleep. I can't wake him up because he'll just tell me to shut up and go back to sleep again."

"That's ok. Jessica had… an accident, I suppose… and she's gone to sleep as well. We can just sit here until one of them wakes up."

"All right."

There was an awkward pause then Kitt piped up again,

"I don't suppose you'd fancy a game of chess?"

Sorry, I've spent months updating. At least it's not as bad as the other story I have on my other account… I only just updated it there now and I'd left it for about six months… sigh I'm stupid and evil.