Author's Note- Pete's song is "Motorcycle Drive-by" by Third Eye Blind. Again it's super short, it's a companion piece to "Everywhere." The next chapter WILL be longer, I promise.

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Motorcycle Drive-by

"That's when I knew, I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,
Still I'm feeling stupid"

Pete watched the sky as his plane flew towards Muir Island. He was thinking of her again. He did that more than was probably healthy. He didn't even know her full name, just Kitty. Hell, it was probably a fake name, anyhow.
"And you smile,
And say the world doesn't fit with you.
I don't believe you, You're so serene.
Careening through the universe,
Your axis on a tilt, Guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you"
He wondered as he looked over the files if she ever thought about that night. He couldn't get it out of his head. She had been so amazingly beautiful, and more passionate than any woman he had ever been with. He had also realized that she had probably only been with a few men, only one if he was had put the story she had told him together correctly.
"I'll get over you and you'll wonder,
Who I am."
She was innocent, sweet, and just had this... glow around her. He shook his head lightly. He had to forget her, she probably had already forgotten him.

"We're here," Pittman announced as the plane landed.

"Thanks, mate," Pete said grabbing his duffle bag. "By the way, tell Jardine I want his bullocks on a silver platter for givin' me this job. He knows how well the Scottish Shrew and I get along."

"Sure," Pittman smirked.
"Taste the salt and taste the pain.
I'm not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise,
The sun goes down in my eyes"
Pete stepped off the plane and saw a young woman struggling with her bags. He went forward to help her. He grabbed one of the bags that she had dropped and held it out to her. Then their eyes met and both of them froze.

"Shit," Pete said.

"Oh my God," she whispered at the same time.
"And I never been so alone,
And I've never been so alive."