Michael had awoken earlier that morning, gently strolling along the Mansions property with a cup of warm coffee in hand. The morning was frigid and cold, Michael leaving a faint trail of steam emanating from his warm coffee.

He gently sighed, recalling their last assignment. It'd been a total success as they'd cleaned the reputation for several innocent people who'd been taking the rap for some notorious thief. As to how the mission had gone on his and Kitt's end of things, not so well. This time around, trouble had come in the form of contaminated fuel.

Michael groaned as he continued to march through the bitter breeze of the morning. It'd been mortifying enough for Kitt to have dealt with a noisy and rough sounding engine through the whole ordeal, and to have been laughed at in the presence of Michael. He'd even miserably stalled as he'd attempted to rescue his driver. All these things had been frustrating and undignified but had cumulated up to the final disaster.

Michael winced as he slowed his pace outside Kitt's quarters, taking an anxious sip from his warm coffee; mentally preparing for what he might find behind that door.

He gently punched in the combination and strolled in; taken aback as he caught sight of Kitt's fuel tank idly sitting on the ground on top of a gray mat. Several jugs containing the off-putting-looking fuel that had nearly cost them their lives lying just to the side. Michael's gaze stayed fixed on these things for a long time. A shiver ran down his spine. He'd never come to admit it, but seeing Kitt's pieces had always brought uncanny memories of past incidents. Michael composed himself quietly before facing his partner, getting a good view of Kitt's undercarriage as he approached the black Trans Am looming a good 6 feet above the ground.

Just as he'd taken a couple of steps forward he froze in place, catching sight of an ominous dark hole under Kitt's rear menacingly staring back at him from where the fuel tank had once been.

Shaking his head steadily Michael made his way to the front of the black car. He hadn't heard a peep from Kitt since he'd stepped foot in the garage and his all too familiar beating of his scanner was completely absent. Michael had started to wonder if Kitt was active at all.

"Kitt?" He dared into the silence.

There was no reply, Michael worriedly taking in Kitt's blackened scanner tensely.

Michael sighed, internally reassuring himself that Kitt was probably inactive, taking his leave.

"Hi, Michael." Came the gloomy reply, faint but distinctly there.

Michael spun around, nearly spilling his coffee over his leather jacket.

"Hey! Buddy! How are you feeling?!" He asked, overjoyed to hear his ill friend.

"Nothing."

"What?" Michael gulped, as his worst fears began to creep over him.

"I feel nothing." Came Kitt's dry reply.

"Kitt? Maybe I should get Bonn.."

"For context Michael, I can't "feel" the gaping hole that's been created in my rear undercarriage given Bonnie's had to purge my fuel tank and unfortunately; given the damage, had to remove it." Came Kitt's agonizing reply.

Michael bit his lip, going silent unsure what to say next.

"Well," He attempted. "Glad that's not hurting you in any way…"

"OF COURSE IT'S HURTING ME!" Kitt shouted as his scanner blazed to life. "I'm stuck up here Michael for the next week. Certainly, I can't be alright." Kitt's voice sounded raspy.

Michael took a step back, doing a double-take and inspecting the gaping hole. Lots of other components had been removed to allow the withdrawal of the tank. Michael even caught sight of electrical systems he'd otherwise not ever take notice of.

"I see." Michael mused. "Why a week? Certainly, the contaminated fuel didn't damage you that badly, did it?"

"Bonnie's sick." Came Kitt's painful reply.

"Sick?" Michael exclaimed, this was news to him.

"She got sick while we were away. Once we got back she insisted she could get the procedure done in a single session. Led to some series of terrible events might I add…"

"Of what?" Michael pressed, almost afraid to ask.

"...Well she…" Kitt trailed off. "She shouldn't have insisted on repairing me…" Kitt went on sounding guilty. "She had a very high fever and terrible cough when she came in. I don't see why she would have dragged herself through all that trouble to fix me when she logically should have stayed home."

Michael gave Kitt a fond smile.

"She was worried about you pal."

"I know, but it wasn't necessary for her to have put my well-being above hers."

Michael nodded.

"You know Bonnie."

"Yes, well…sadly I might know too much."

Michael twitched his nose, gosh what was that awful smell…

"She threw up Michael." Kitt cut in as Michael plugged his nose in shocked realization. "It was the most dreadful smell I've ever come across."

Michael's stomach curled.

"Uh, Kitt, that's…ugh…speak for yourself!" He looked down to his coffee, his appetite fleeing.

"Sorry," Came Kitt's quiet reply, noting his driver's disgust. "I'm just frustrated, that's all. Lots of my functions are completely offline and I can't stop feeling horrified about knowing a literal piece of me is missing. The mere thought that I'm completely powerless without it is really straining my mind. Imagine if something happened to you while I'm still fixed in place!?"

Michael set his coffee down, listening to Kitt speak while he urgently opened the garage door watching it noisily rise, letting in a gust of cold wind before taking a seat on a nearby stool.

"You shouldn't worry, pal. I'll be fine."

Kitt remained silent, Michael noting worryingly that Kitt's tires seemed to be sagging. He was also missing his gleaming sheen that he'd come dearly to love.

"Kitt?"

"Hmmm." Came Kitt's only reply.

"So, maybe for this entire week, we can catch up on things…" He suggested, wrapping his arms around him as the bitter cold howled outside.

"Catch up on what exactly?" Kitt asked, sounding stressed.

"You know, whatever it is we do when we're not on the open road." Michael shrugged.

"And what might that be?" Kitt asked intrigued.

"I have no idea," Michael replied. In all seriousness, it was very rare for the duo not to be on the open road. Whenever they weren't it was mostly for quick repairs and rest, not much else.

"I do have a suggestion." Came Kitt's meek reply, Michael noting Kitt quietly closing his windows against the frigid cold.

Michael nodded.

"Shoot, buddy."

"You should catch up on some sleep, Michael. You are very sleep-deprived as it is, and with me on downtime, It's the perfect opportunity for you to catch up on much-needed sleep." Michael gazed back over the lifted Trans Am.

"Kitt, I meant something fun we can catch up on together. Besides, I got plenty of sleep last night." He whined.

"Well, to be fair, maybe some inactivity could do me well too." Kitt convincingly replied.

"Yeah right," Michael replied, hesitantly picking up his coffee cup, noting its lack of warmth. "You hardly sleep, I doubt you even know what sleep is." Michael protested.

"Well, there is a first for everything," Kitt replied, his lights popping out momentarily before rolling back down.

Michael rolled his eyes.

"Kitt, you don't fool me, buddy. I know you're dying to get off that lift and have your fuel tank re-installed. Very unlike you to agree and "rest" up there."

"You don't know half of it." Kitt cut in groaning. "But it's inevitable that I will be on downtime, so there is little to anything to do anyways," Kitt explained.

"I see." Michael mischievously grinned. "I guess I'll see to it that we spend this downtime in a very productive way."

Kitt's scanner swooshed a single time in anticipation. Knowing Michael, he'd come up with something interesting for the two of them, but there was always the off chance that it would involve trouble making.

"Very well," Came Kitt's satisfied response. "Some distraction would be pleasant." He internally smiled, setting aside his crisis for the time being.

Michael beamed, sitting up from his stool about to reply when Devon evidently strolled through the back door.

"Michael! There you are! I have been looking all over for you! I have your next assignment." The man exclaimed, slowly making his way forward tightly clutching his jacket around him. "Michael, maybe you should close that door," Gesturing to the garage door. "Kitt might catch a cold." He jokingly put.

"Hi, Devon." Michael greeted. "I don't think we can go on to the next assignment." He gingerly replied, with a smile.

"What? Why not?" Devon remarked, turning suddenly to Kitt who was opening and closing his driver's door in irritation. "Oh, right." Devon chuckled. "While Kitt is on downtime, and for that matter Bonnie. I've arranged for another vehicle to be used for the time being."

"You've got to be kidding me." Michael groaned, letting his arms limp to his sides. "Devon! You want me to go on another case this soon, and all by myself?"

"Is there a problem with that?" Devon dared. "Michael, it's very urgent for the people who are depending on us. I know just as much as you know that there are moments where Kitt won't be entirely available. Also, this case isn't as severe as your last." Devon reassured.

"You can say that again." Kitt remarked over the two, "Knowing Michael he'll find ways to stir up the pot."

Devon laughed, but Michael was not as amused.

"Alright, sure I'll go." He put up his hands in defeat.

"-But Michael!" Kitt shouted, making Devon duck at the sudden outburst. "You can't go on without me! Who will be there when you're in trouble? Who's going to turbo-boost you out of jail!? Who's going to remind you to watch your health and well-being!? Not to mention, call an ambulance?!" Kitt ranted on.

"Kitt, Kitt…" Michael motioned for him to calm down. The Trans Am's honking his horn in utter agitation. "It's going to be alright, I've done a few of these in the past when you've been on downtime." He reassured.

"Name one incident where you went on without me and didn't get hurt!" Kitt challenged, making Devon pensively try to dig out an occasion.

"The time Michael went to Margo Sheridan's home after Kitt had been attacked by those awful drones..." Devon chillingly remarked.

"Yeah," Michael agreed. "I got out of that one all on my own…" He proudly smirked.

"I recall the report says you got a mildly sprained ankle after jumping down from her back yard to escape her "kids"." Kitt put smugly.

Michael groaned.

"Kitt, buddy it's going to be okay."

"No, it's not!" Kitt loudly objected. "How about the time you almost got executed! Huh…who can forget that?!"

"RC was…he was there…Kitt, you weren't exactly on downtime during that mission." Michael pointed out matter-of-factly.

"I might as well was, as I spent a good amount of time undercover as a truckload of boxes." Kitt snapped.

Devon was quick to calm down the squabble, gesturing for both parties to quiet down.

"Kitt has a good point. Perhaps RC can go with you." Devon suggested hopefully.

Michael brightened up.

"Right, he can come and assist me if any problem were to arise." Michael beamed, attempting to soothe the AI.

Kitt remained quiet for a while before addressing a new matter.

"I didn't, I didn't say that…" He grumbled. "...There have been times where I got the two of you out of trouble too…"

"Kitt enough," Devon put sternly. "The matter is over and Michael will be heading with RC out to the next assignment."

"-But Devon!" Kitt protested as Devon was taken by Kitt's sudden lack of composer.

"It's final and I don't want to hear another word." Devon gravely put, quieting the protesting AI entirely.

Michael sadly shrugged heading out the door with Devon, facing the full force of the icy wind.

"Don't worry Kitt, It'll be alright." Suddenly turning as he heard the awful outcry of Kitt's voice.

The t-top painfully howled his engine, ultimately stalling and vibrating violently on top of the car lift. His wheels slightly turned as Kitt drained his power packs, using all his willpower in an effort to get the chassis to move.

"Kitt…" Michael scolded, turning back and trying to get his partner to settle down.

"No!" Kitt shouted, as the chassis continued to vibrate and the engine continued to dreadfully stall. "I won't allow you to get hurt!"

Michael ran over to Kitt, setting his hands just on top of the prow, the gesture tranquilizing the terrified t-top.

"Michael, please don't go." He begged.

Michael sighed, turning to face Devon who had his arms crossed, eventually returning to gaze back at Kitt's flashing scanner.

"Buddy, I have to. These people are relying on us." He whispered kindly.

"But Michael…You need me!" Kitt's body vibrated yet again as he tried to beckon the Trans Am forward to no avail. "I need you." He affectionately added.

Michael closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead, turning to Devon who was shivering from the bitter cold.

"You sure there isn't someone else who can get Kitt up and going again?" He asked, urgently.

Devon shook his head.

"I could call someone, but it would take too long, we can't let just anyone work on Kitt."

"Devon, come on! At least try!" Michael cried out. "Don't you see Kitt is suffering over here?"

Devon sighed.

"Michael, it's very urgent you get on the road immediately."

"Yeah well, it's urgent that I take Kitt with me or I'm not going at all. I'd hate to think this would be our last goodbye." Michael cut the air, the statement alone making a low shriek escape Kitt's voice.

Devon, wringing his hands, looked over the duo.

"Alright, I will give the two of you the week off, will make arrangements so the police can take over the case for the time being." The defeated man replied, heading steadily towards the mansion through the cutting cold winds.

Michael let out a deep breath of relief and surprise as he leaned his head against Kitt's prow.

"Thank you, Michael,"

"Don't mention it, pal." A short cough escaped his voice.


Michael had brought a beach chair and a TV into Kitt's garage bay. Not to mention he'd dressed in beach clothes despite his better judgment and the bitter cold. He'd even brought a beach ball. He was idly sitting on the beach chair intently watching a movie while Kitt loomed above him on the car lift. Kitt intently swayed his scanner as the two continued to watch the plot thicken ever so more.

"Ahem." Kitt pondered.

Michael stretched his arms, knowing a long conversation would ensue.

"Shoot Kitt." Michael grinned, grasping his sunglasses and putting them on.

"I thought…"

"I thought you wanted me to rest," Michael asked mischievously, standing up and tossing the beach ball onto Kitt's hood before it slowly began to roll down.

"Well, yes," Kitt continued, "But isn't there something a little more…"

Michael chuckled.

"Entertaining? There is but not much we can do with you out of service." He smiled, catching the beach ball before it hit the ground.

Kitt swayed his scanner in anguish.

"I really want to get down from here." His voice was low, hurt.

Michael grimaced at the sound of Kitt's voice.

"Kitt, everyone gets sick." He tried.

"Not me, not entirely. Technically this is a problem that could be resolved in a day while the human immune system could take a week. I'm just on downtime given the circumstances."

Michael shrugged, walking around Kitt and running his hands along the bottom half of Kitt's driver's door noticing the smudges of mud here and there.

"If there was a way to get you down from here, and take you on a trip I would Kitt but…" Michael shrugged yet again. "Make do with what we have buddy." Michael grinned at his own reflection over Kitt's sleek body panels.

"I was afraid you'd say that," Kitt sighed, "Can you pick another movie with a little more substance please?"

Michael laughed, walking back to Kitt's prow and patting it fondly.

"Like what?"

"A documentary would be much appreciated." He put excitedly.

"A documentary? Kitt, that's not a movie." He groaned.