Chapter 5:

(KITT's POV):

It's been a whole week since Michael's funeral.

I can't really describe how I'm feeling now. The best way I can describe it is by saying that I feel….very lost right now.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know where to go with this.

I don't have anyone to really vent to about my feelings of the situation…..

It's. Just. So. Damn. Horrible.

It's. Just. So. Fucking. Painful!

Ugh…I need to clear my head…

I roll out of my once comfy spot in the garage and head down towards the familiar, comforting spot by the pond that me and…..Michael would always go to just talk. It really is a beautiful spot. It overlooks the entire pond and all the scenery around it….

Too bad it's just me enjoying the scene…

No! Stop thinking like that! It's not going to get me anywhere…..

But…..I can't stop thinking….back to unfortunate accident….

Seeing Michael collapse like that….

Knowing that I did nothing to help him….

God! I just stood there! I know Michael told me there was nothing I could've done….

But I can't believe it. I couldn't believe it. There. Had. To. Be. Something.

I was suddenly drawn from my thoughts when a soft chime echoed throughout my interior. Someone must be calling me.

It turned out to be Bonnie.

"Hey KITT." Her soft face showing up on my monitor. "I have some really good news for you."

There was something in her voice that really intrigued me. I could tell I was really going to enjoy the news.

"What is it?" I ask kindly despite my mood.

"It's about David. The FBI believes they have an idea of where his hide out is." She said with a determined tone.

My virtual heart skipped a beat. I didn't say anything for a moment.

Could they really have found something? Will Michael's death finally get the justice he so dearly deserved?

"Y-you're kidding." I couldn't help the waver in my voice. This had to be a dream….

"I'm not, KITT." I could see the tears she was fighting to keep back. I feel the same way Bonnie….

"I just got off the phone with the Chief investigator. They've been keeping an eye open for any miss haps on his end. They got their break last night when they saw him pull out of a bar downtown. They were able to follow him up until the highway. That's where they lost him."

My mind was racing. The only thing that kept me from driving down the road and towards David's last location was poor Bonnie's quiet sobs on the other end. They weren't sad sobs, she was crying because we could finally put Michael's poor soul to rest.

"Shhh. It's ok Bonnie." I said softly, trying to comfort her. "This is for Michael. He'll finally be at peace. It's ok Bonnie."

I could see that I wasn't getting anywhere. So I calmly pulled out of my spot and drove over to garage. The background in the call gave away her location. I reached the garage entrance and found Bonnie sitting at one of the many benches in her workspace. She looked up when she heard me and sat down in front of my parking space in the garage. I pulled up to her and she rested her head on my prow while caressing my scanner affectionately. I felt her warm tears roll down my prow and on to the ground below.

I gently pushed into her chest a little more to comfort and reassure her best I could. She needed to know I was there for her.

"Bonnie," I said softly. "Don't cry my dear. I don't like to see you like this. It hurts me to see you this way. Please Bonnie. It'll be alright. I promise."

Her sobs weren't as hard as before, but they were still there. She hadn't stopped caressing my scanner nor removed her head.

I couldn't say I didn't like the affection. I needed it just as much as she did. I needed to know and be reassured as well. In fact, it felt nice to know I had somebody to cry on besides….Michael. Sure, Bonnie may not be Michael, but she could definitely provide the comfort I need right now.

Besides, Bonnie was always that mother figure for me. She knew when I was in pain. She knew when I was stressed. She knew when I was feeling….moody, for the lack of a better word. She knew everything about me. Inside and out.

So we sat there like that for what seemed to be eternity. I tried a few more times to coax her, but it never made a difference in her current state. Eventually she composed herself enough to look up, but she didn't stop caressing my scanner or stand up.

After she wiped a few more tears away, I decided to talk again.

"Are you alright Bonnie?" I asked her softly.

She sat more upright against my prow.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about that." She said with a sad chuckle.

I gently pushed into her more with those words. She shouldn't feel ashamed for her actions. She couldn't help it. And its' not like I minded it at all.

"Oh my dear Bonnie," I said softly to her. "There's nothing to apologize about. I felt the exact same way you did. Trust me, I didn't mind in the slightest. I'm happy to be your, as they say, shoulder to cry on."

Yes! I got her to smile with that one. It may have been a small, sad one, but it was better than nothing for me.

"You learned that from Michael, didn't you?" She said as her smile grew wider.

"I learned from the best, as they also say." I said with a playful, matter-of-factly tone. Then added kindly, "But, may I ask how you suspected that?"

Her smile faded a little and turned into a soft frown. I started to worry I hit a nerve and shouldn't have asked that.

"Bonnie, if you don't want to say its fine." I said politely.

"No, no." She said, waving the suggestion off. "Its just….Michael said that same thing to me when I got the results back for…..well, you know." Her voice trembled.

A tear rolled down our faces at the exact same time right when she said that.

About a year and a half ago, Michael and Bonnie got married and shortly after tried to have a baby. I was so excited when they told me Bonnie was pregnant. I couldn't wait to play as a big brother for the baby. We all got to watch the baby grow and develop inside of Bonnie.

But,….when Bonnie was about 4 months pregnant, she began to have these pains in her stomach. One night they were so bad that I had to call in the paramedics because she couldn't even sit up in bed. They took her to the hospital and ran all these tests on her. Devon, Michael and me all waited restlessly for the results to come back as to what was causing the pain.

I dread that moment the doctor came in and softly explained to them that….Bonnie…had a miscarriage. I couldn't hold back the scream that was bottled in my throat. I can imagine the doctor's face as he looked at Michael's screaming watch. (I kept the com-link open so I could hear what was going on). But I didn't care in the slightest about that. In a way, that was my sibling that died that day. My little brother or sister that died.

And there wasn't anything any of us could've have done about it.

Since that day, Michael and Bonnie have never tried to have another child. Every time the very thought occurred, it was immediately shoved roughly away. To be honest, I would've liked for them to try again. But, then again, last thing I would want to have happen again is for them to be hurt because of me and my wants. So I never voiced my opinion about it.

"I know. I'm sorry." My own voice trembling as I talked.

"There's nothing you could have done KITT. It was unfortunate, but…I guess….it just wasn't meant to happen." She said trying to stop her tears.

"Bonnie," I spoke firmly and softly. "you don't know that. You only tried once so you can't exactly say that. Yes it was unfortunate, but you don't know if it was meant to be or not. You can't say that."

She looked directly at me with tears in her eyes. There was so much sadness in her beautiful brown eyes. A story of tragedy and sadness, or success and happiness. It was all just one big mass of emotion, swirling around and taunting her from inside.

I felt something suddenly burst to life inside of me. It was like a wild fire, burning through me and telling me something.

I turned towards it…..

And the message was clear of what it wanted….

Justice.