Chapter 6:

(Bonnie's POV)

I went inside shortly after me and KITT's conversation. It felt good to have released some of those pent up emotions…..

But I still couldn't help but feel the pain of that gaping hole in my heart. Part of that pain is knowing that no matter how much I may be confided by KITT, it will never be filled.

Losing Michael…..knowing he isn't around anymore….it all just hasn't fully set in yet.

I know he isn't here…..

But…

I still can't face it.

Oh my God, I just want to be wrapped in his warm embrace right now so badly!

I come to my bedroom door and open it. My suite just doesn't have that comforting vibe anymore. Everything just seems so hollow right now.

I look over to my night stand on the right. Somehow my eyes find their way to Michael, standing next to KITT on the right and me and Devon on the left. Even though KITT doesn't have a face, it's clear he is happy.

In the beginning, I was a little jealous when Michael came into the picture. I felt somewhat like an odd Cinderella story for me. KITT to me was like my prince, and when Michael came in and took him away from me, I was just the maid again. Cleaning windows, doing dishes, being the scapegoat….you get the picture.

But, then I started to get to know Michael…..

Our relationship was rough in the beginning. KITT always pulling up into the semi or the garage looking like he just went through a cheese grader, him not listening to me when I try to tell him how to use a new function for KITT, him just being plain bull headed all the time….

But we both learned to cope and understand each other.

And in the end, became really good friends.

That's when I finally felt like I got my prince and my life back….

Everything seemed to turn back to normal for me after that.

That is, until we got the emergency call on the shoot-out at the bank.

I was sitting at my desk in the semi doing computer stuff when we got the call. Devon was the one to get the phone because he was just coming out of the kitchen with a freshly brewed cup of tea.

"I'll get it." He said kindly to me with a dismissive wave.

I sat back down at my desk, continuing where I left of on my files for our current case. I heard Devon in the back ground say the usual response of "yes" or "of course" softly whenever a question was asked of him.

However, for a minute, I didn't hear any response from either side of the phone. A dark thought quickly filled my mind, but I pushed it away as soon as it came. I knew perfectly well that the case KITT and Michael were given was dangerous because of how fresh it was.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard the phone drop to the ground with a soft thud. I swiveled around in my chair to face a horrified Devon. It scared me to see him so scared looking.

"Devon, what's wrong? Are they ok?" I asked trying to stay calm. I figured Michael got KITT badly damaged again…..

"B-Bonnie," I could feel my face go pale with the shaky tone he held. "there-there was an accident at the bank."

Alarms immediately started going off in my head. Something was really wrong.

"Wha-what do you mean? Is Michael hurt? Is KITT ok?" I blurted out. I could feel the panic begin to set in.

"Michael…he…" He was hesitating. That's never a good sign.

It was actually beginning to irritate me with how he wouldn't just say it.

"What's wrong with Michael?" I demanded.

He looked me in the eye. I could see there were tears in those steel blue eyes.

Oh no…

"Michael got shot, Bonnie."

The moment he said that, I felt like my world just got destroyed.

I felt the semi come to a sudden abrupt stop. How did I not even feel it moving before?

Without another word, I rushed passed Devon and to the side door on the semi. The moment I opened that door, I screamed.

Laying only yards away from me was my beloved Michael with KITT sitting right beside him. I could hear KITT's faint sobs. It broke my heart to hear that.

I ran out of the semi to where Michael's body was. I cuddled him in my arms and poured my eyes out. I didn't care if I got covered in his blood. Or if I was only holding onto what was left of Michael's head. It didn't matter to me. Not one bit.

Devon soon came up behind me, and tried to get me to let go of Michael.

But I wouldn't let go of him. I couldn't let go of him.

My poor Michael, my poor husband, was taken away from me way to soon.

We had so much left to do together. Buying a house of our own, planning/doing vacations together, adopting KITT from the Foundation so we could all live happily ever after….

So much left to do….

And now the only thing I get to look forward too, is staring out from the back deck and seeing my husband's tomb stone glisten in the sunlight….

Every morning,

Every afternoon,

And every night whenever there is a full moon.

But, I can't be to mad. After all, I know Michael still would've gone down there to help even if he knew the gunmen was going to be right at the turn off to "greet" him.

He's just Michael. Bull headed, stubborn Michael.

I sigh. I gaze out at the beautiful grounds of the Foundation. I left the cofined spaces of my room hours ago. I needed to clear my head.

As soon as I get to big French doors, I see the full moon gives plenty of light for me to see.

I see the familiar glistening of Michael's tomb stone again out in the distance.

I sigh sadly.

"I love you, Michael." I say softly before turning to go back inside and get any last minute sleep before starting another stressful day…..

Without Michael.