When Ponch walked into the briefing room the next morning, he spotted Jon sitting by himself near the back of the room.

"Hey, Jon!" Ponch said with a big smile.

"Feels like forever, huh?" Jon replied softly.

The nearly empty briefing room gradually was filling up.

"There's Kathy Linahan," Ponch explained, "And Benjamin Webster, and Bobby Nelson…"

"Nice to meet you, Jon," Bobby said with a smile. Jon and Bobby shook hands.

"And this is Bruce Nelson," said Ponch.

Bruce and Jon shook hands.

"Ah! And there's Sergeant Getraer!" Ponch said.

Getraer nodded and smiled and went on with briefing.

"That's all," he closed, "Oh, and I'd like to see Poncherello, Baker, Grossman, Linahan, and the Nelsons in my office."

Bobby's heart swelled with fear, and Kathy blushed. Getraer would have to know…

"I've made some changes regarding your partnerships," Getraer explained as they entered the office. "Baker is with Poncherello…"

Jon and Ponch smiled at each other. They were the perfect team.

"Linahan is with Grossman," Getraer continued, "and the Nelsons are together."

Getraer looked straight at Bobby when he said this and gave him a strange grin and a nod. Kathy was relieved, and Bobby was elated.

"Thank you, Sarge!" he said, feeling that he was luckiest man alive. Little did he know that Grossman had hinted to Getraer what he saw on the porch, and Getraer wasn't exactly a big fan of the idea. Bobby was lucky that Jon returned at this time, otherwise it may not have been such a smooth transition.

"Oh, Bruce!" Getraer called as he was exiting the office. "I have something for you."

"What is it, Sarge?"

"A postcard from Kelly," he said, handing him the card with a picture of a Parisian sunset. Bruce smiled wide, but snapped out of it when Getraer reminded him, "This is the CHP, not a post office!"

Ponch and Jon walked together to their motors. It really was just like old times. It almost felt like a dream.

"Y'know, Ponch," he said, getting on his motor, "I feel right at home."

Ponch laughed.

It was a regular day on the freeway. No freak accidents, no hostile valley girls, no robots gone haywire, and certainly no aliens, or Dr. Joyce Brothers, or mad ventriloquist-comic artists… it was a peaceful day. Ponch felt like all that chaos was behind him when he was with Jon.

The next evening, Ponch invited Jon to his place. As he opened the door, he was met with a loud "Surprise!"

All the CHiPs gang was there, smiling. Ellen, Chris's mom, stood with them. It was a somewhat small party, at least for Ponch, but it had good company.

Jon blushed and smiled shyly. He gave Ponch a look that meant "You didn't have to do this," and Ponch's smile said, "But I wanted to."

"Welcome back, Jon," said Getraer.

Ponch put on some of his favorite records. Disco may have been passé by this time, but tonight was a night for reminiscing.

"Jimmy Tyler, huh?" Jon chuckled when "Give In" started playing. "It's been so long since I heard this. I wonder whatever happened to that kid," he sighed.

Ellen talked with him over the times he and Ponch rescued Chris.

"He was a little troublemaker," Ellen laughed, "but he's not so little now."

She pulled out her wallet and showed him a photo of Chris. He was fourteen years old now and had shed his baby fat. A wave of emotions came over Jon as he stared at the boy. So much time had passed. Ellen stared into Jon's eyes and fell in love all over again.

"How Deep is Your Love" started playing. Jon was never confident as a dancer, but now he wanted to dance with Ellen. They stood up and danced slowly and joyfully. Getraer danced with his wife, Betty. Kathy and Bobby watched them as they sat on the couch together. She blushed when Bobby looked into her eyes.

"May I have this dance?" he asked cordially, with a smirk.

Kathy agreed and they danced together lovingly. The remaining gentlemen chatted, except for Ponch, who was entranced by the beautiful music and romantic dancing. Grossie was talking about his new idea for a novel. It was a peculiar tale of an officer being transported back to the medieval times with his motorcycle. Harlan and Webster were engrossed by the story. Bruce nodded and did his best to pay attention, but all he could think of was how much he wished he could be dancing with Kelly right now.

The party ended a little while after. It was a good night for everyone. The stars were shining in the dark sky as Jon got into his truck and drove home.