Author's Blurb: I have finished with editing, so the rest of the story will be up. Thanks for the reviews to those who posted them. And for future reference to those who have asked, I'm not much of a 'cross-over' writer. Until we meet again, ciao!

Part IV

Michael had to wait until Kitt was ready to come out of his room; he had locked the door to prevent any burst-ins for questions. He knew he left a cliff hanger for his best friend, but at that point that was all he wanted to say. He wanted to think about it a little more to see if he'd see anything else before just blurting out that he thinks he's seen a new memory of Scott Bordeaux's.

Kitt found Michael with Devon and Bonnie setting up a Christmas tree in the parlor, something he had never seen before. "Kitt, come help us with the garland," Bonnie said, standing next to Michael, who had to even stand on a stool to reach the top of the tree with the shimmering silver garland. Kitt picked up the box she was getting it from and untangled what he could, trying to determine if this was the best time to bring up the subject of "his" memories.

Michael stepped off the stool and Bonnie started to move around the tree to put the rest up, while Devon selected ornaments from a box on one of the chairs. "Ah, Kitt I think you should put this one up," he said holding up a small black ornament in the shape of a car, ironically having "KITT" written across the side. "We had this made for you the first year you were around for Christmas, upon Michael's request."

Kitt took the ornament and hung it on a branch by the gold string that emerged from the roof of the tiny black car. He saw that Michael, Devon, and Bonnie had their own ornaments, simple and round, with their names stenciled onto the side.

"I think I owe all of you an apology," Kitt said, knowing that Michael was being good and keeping his mouth shut instead of pestering Kitt with questions about what he meant before.

"For what?" Bonnie asked.

Kitt picked up another ornament from the box and turned it over in his hands. "For the way I've acted in the past few weeks, if not even for the past year. I've been childish and foolhardy."

"Kitt, you've hardly been either," Devon said. "You're learning the ways of human life—the good and the bad parts. We all know that you've been trying to get over the heartbreak of Rachael taking off like she did, and now the disruption of Nadine charging you with cruelty."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Bonnie said. "Right Michael? Michael?"

"Yes, yes," Michael said, who was presently kneeling on the floor, trying to figure out why half of the lights on the tree went out.

Kitt smirked lightly, but let out a sigh. "I haven't talked about this much, but I feel all of you should know."

All three of his friends stopped and looked at him. Kitt looked for the right words. "Ever since my transformation, so to speak, I've been having dreams I shouldn't be having. I've been seeing things in my mind—events, people, random things."

"What type of things?" Bonnie asked a little surprised at what he was telling them.

"At first it was moments before a car crash. The only thing I could think of was that it was Scott Bordeaux's accident that put him into that coma. Then it turned into a graduation, a birthday party, and now since meeting Nadine…her."

There was a bit of silence while he waited for a reaction from the others. Michael already knew parts of it, having been told of why he and Rachael had a fight. For Devon and Bonnie, however, it was shocking news.

"That isn't right," Bonnie said. "They said that Scott's memory would've been lost completely when your chips were added to the brain. And besides, the damage that he got from that accident would've caused permanent amnesia anyway."

"And this happens every night?" Devon asked.

"Well, at first, but the other day I had a memory flash through my eyes when Nadine first came up to me and called me Scott."

Bonnie looked distressed. "I'll make some calls tomorrow morning, Kitt. You shouldn't have to suffer with something like that."

"What can they do though?" Michael asked. "Take him apart again?"

"I don't know, Michael, but would you want to go through life having memories that don't belong to you?" Bonnie countered.

"I wouldn't exactly put it that way," Michael said quickly for Kitt's benefit. "They're more like shared memories now."

"Yes Martha?" Devon said. Everyone looked at the doorway to see Martha, one of the other secretaries standing in the doorway.

"There's a call for Mr. Knight," she said. "Sorry, for Michael."

When she left, Michael went over to the phone and picked up. "Hello? Nadine?" The others stressed their ears to see if they could hear anything on the other end of the phone. "Sure, we can come down and take a look. Half an hour? All right, see you then."

"Well?" Devon asked.

"That was Nadine. She said her grandmother was outside getting the mail and saw someone slowly drive by the house that looked suspicious. She wants us to go over and take a quick look around."

"Us?" Kitt asked. "Michael, you can't be thinking me too."

"Get your coat, buddy, we're going for a ride," Michael said.

- - -

The drive to Nadine's grandmothers was about half an hour, but they found it without a problem. It was a small, white ranch, a detached one car garage, and a simple picked fence surrounding the small yard.

"Reminds me of my grandmother's place when I was a kid," Michael said, receiving no response from Kitt, who was obviously not too eager to see Nadine again.

Out of precaution, they had taken the Knight Two Thousand, just in case something should come up, although both Michael and Kitt highly doubted someone would be stupid enough to attempt anything when there were witnesses.

Michael took the lead to the front door, and before he could finish ringing the doorbell, the door opened. The woman before them easily fit the phrase "little old lady." She was no taller than five feet, with pure white hair, glasses, and a friendly wrinkled face.

"Hi," Michael greeted with a smile. "We're looking for Nadine—"

"You've found her," Nadine said coming up behind her grandmother. "Come on in."

Kitt found that he put his hands into his jacket pockets out of a nervous habit. He looked around the quaint living room they now stood in.

"This is my grandmother," Nadine introduced.

The little old lady stepped forward and took Michael's hand in both of hers. "Grandma Nelly is just fine," she said sweetly. "You boys make yourselves comfortable and I'll get some tea and cookies."

"Grandma, they're just here to check out the area," Nadine said.

"That's fine," Michael said. "Just tell me what you know about Robert Oliver. How did you meet him, why did you break up, and why you think he was driving around here."

"First of all, it wasn't him my grandmother saw," she said as she sat down. "He's got friends, Michael. For all I know his top gun is living next door. That's why I'm so worried and went to the foundation; I'm almost at the point I'm afraid to go out that door."

She paused a moment, seeming to be gathering her thoughts. "When I lost Scott to that car accident," she gave Kitt a quick, ill look, "my best friend thought that I needed to find someone else to get my mind off it him. So she introduced me to her next door neighbor."

"Robert," Michael concluded.

Nadine nodded. "He seemed so wonderful. He was fun, nice, caring—we were always together. But then he just started getting weird and seemed to be asking me for money a lot. At first I didn't mind loaning it to him, but it started getting out of hand."

"About how much money was he expecting from you?" Kitt asked, but he found that he should've remained quiet.

"That's none of your business," Nadine said.

Michael held out his hand and gave her a cross look. "Look, if you want us to find this guy and help you out, you should tell us everything. Kitt's not an amateur; he knows what he's talking about."

Nadine sighed and bowed her head. "A couple of hundred a month, I think. Something like that; but I got tired of it, so I broke up with him."

"And that's why he's going after you?" Michael said, unsure whether to accept such a simple story.

"How am I supposed to know? We had moved in together into my place, so when I finally broke things off and sold the place, I didn't give him anything I got from it. I didn't feel he deserved it."

"Why'd you move out; why not just tell him to get lost?" Michael asked.

"Same reason I broke up with him: money. I couldn't afford the place, and he wasn't really contributing, except he'd go out and buy groceries. Michael, he was showing up at my apartment, telling me I had no right to leave him….It started to become too much. I thought if I came out here to live with Grandma that he'd stop—but he followed me. And he has all these people following me too."

"Could one of you boys carry this in for me?" Grandma Nelly said from the kitchen.

Kitt jumped up and went to assist her. He smiled pleasantly at her as he picked up the tray. "You're such a nice young man; so nice and handsome. What's your name?" She asked her hand lightly on his arm as he picked up the tray.

"Kitt, ma'am," he replied.

"And so polite," she said happily. She followed Kitt into the living room and pointed to the coffee table, telling him that's where he should rest the tray of tea and cookies. "Nadine, isn't he such a sweet young man? He reminds me of your old fiancé."

Kitt's eyes averted to Nadine almost immediately, and she looked hurt from her grandmother's words. "To a point, Grandma," she said and turned her attention to pouring tea.

The rest of the visit was spent talking to Grandma Nelly about her husband who had served in both world wars, her move to California from Washington, and knitting—she had knitted the afghan Kitt had been leaning against, which him notice and commented on it.

Both Michael and Kitt took it upon themselves to clean up the dishes for Grandma Nelly, both taking a liking to her. Once everything was washed, dried, and put away, they headed back out to the car, Nadine following behind to see them off.

"I wish I had a picture of every creep he hung around with," she said as they opened the car doors.

"This one of Robert is the most important," Michael said, tucking the photo into his inside jacket pocket. "Let us know if you need help. We'll take a quick drive around and take a look to see if there are any characters hanging around for no reason."

"Thank-you, Michael," Nadine said and went back towards the house.

"She doesn't want to seem to acknowledge your existence, partner," Michael said as he backed the car out of the driveway.

"How can you tell?" Kitt said sarcastically.

The neighborhood was quiet and no one seemed to be out of place. The car Grandma Nelly had described wasn't in any of the driveways in the surrounding area, which led Michael to believe that they were keeping their distance when they weren't keeping watch on Nadine.

Kitt and Michael were barely up the front steps and into the door of the house when Bonnie came rushing up to them. "You guys have to go back," she said quickly. "A lady, Grandma Nelly, called up and said that she needed you to go back and get Robert out of the house."

The half-hour drive to Grandma Nelly's house was cut down to ten minutes in the Knight Two Thousand's pursuit mode. The car was barely turned off when Michael and Kitt bounded out of the car and rushed to the front door, bursting in to find Grandma Nelly sitting next to Nadine with her arms around her.

"What happened?" Michael asked a little shocked to see that Robert wasn't there.

Nadine held a tissue to one of her eyes as last minute tears dropped out. She had apparently been crying, and was now trying to calm down. Grandma Nelly sat by her but waved for Michael and Kitt go come in.

"That terrible man showed up. We thought it was you coming back," she said with anger.

Nadine pulled away from her grandmother's hold and tried to keep her eyes dry. "He saw you leaving. He wanted to know who you were and what you were doing here."

"What'd you tell him?" Michael asked.

"That you were friends from college and came over to visit when you heard I came out here."

Kitt looked around and didn't see anything out of place or even messed up in the slightest. He wondered what kind of a visit this so-called mad man could have made. Michael knew what Kitt was thinking, though. "So what happened? Why'd he leave just like that?"

Nadine shrugged. "I think it's because Grandma was in the room too. That and I had told him you went to the store for her and could have come back at any time. He didn't want to answer questions to a stranger, so he left and warned me."

"Warned you?" Kitt said looking up, his hands on his hips while he had been contemplating what had happened.

"Not to talk to you people, of course." Nadine stood up and shook her head, crossing her arms, but keeping one hand upright and on her forehead. "Thanks for coming back."

Michael nodded and stared at her as she tried to hide her upset face. "If you don't feel safe here, you can come back to the foundation. He can't get you there."

"No," she said quickly. "I don't want to be anywhere but here. I'm fine; really I am."

"Alright," Michael agreed finally.

"Is it safe to assume you're okay as well, Grandma Nelly?" Kitt asked kindly.

"Yes, thank-you, dear," she replied.

Michael and Kitt left the house for the second time that day, but neither was happy about leaving Nadine and her grandmother behind. "I think we're on the same wavelengths," Kitt said once they were in the car.

"How's that, Kitt?"

"You don't want to leave them here alone."

Michael frowned and backed up the Trans Am. "That's for sure. I'm worried about Nadine getting hurt, but Grandma Nelly is an eighty-year-old woman, and I'm sure that although she's up and around a lot, I don't think she could sprint."

"Its something that I am now learning to fear," Kitt said.

"What?"

"Getting old."

Instead of attempting to go home again, Michael called up Bonnie and Devon and told them not to wait around for dinner because he and Kitt were going to the mall again. Michael felt that if he didn't get Bonnie's gift soon he'd end up never having the chance before Christmas.

Having scoped out the best jeweler upon their previous visit to the mall, it was straight into the store. Unfortunately, the salesman wasn't very bright about things outside of jewelry. Michael and Kitt had the distinct impression that the man thought they were buying wedding rings of some sort and not for their girls at home. But as soon as Michael explained what he was looking for, the man ignored the option that Michael and Kitt were together, so to speak, and went around pointing out the finest things. However, something had caught Kitt's eye right off the bat.

"Michael, take a look at this one," he said bending over the glass counter and pointing to a diamond engulfed in gold in the shape of a teardrop.

"Wow," Michael said as he looked at it, trying to get a glimpse from all angles. "How much is that one?"

The salesman came over and opened the counter, gently took the necklace on its thin gold chain out, and held it up for them to see. "This one runs normally runs around nine-hundred, but its on say for two-ninety-nine. For a quarter of a karat, that is."

Michael thought about it for a moment, looked to Kitt who said it was up to him, and finally gave in. As he waited for the necklace to be boxed and wrapped, he leaned on the counter and looked at the credit card in his hand. "Not cheap and not much," he said. "She better like it and say yes to dinner."

"Michael, is it really necessary to spend so much money on a necklace and risk the chance of her saying no?" Kitt asked. "I mean, you haven't tried asking her out since you retired, and it would have been awkward to be working with your love interest, especially if things didn't work out."

"You sound as if you have no hope for us," Michael pouted. "Wait…you don't—"

"Michael, don't even consider it," Kitt stopped him before he could insinuate that Kitt liked Bonnie since she had been the one to take care of him for all those years as a car.

Michael laughed and handed the salesman the credit card when he came back around. "Money's like water, pal," he said when the card was given back to him. "It flows through your fingers and drains out in a flash."

"An interesting point," Kitt said. "But leave the analogies to me from now on."