Notes: This scene would take place in early season 1 – before everyone had each other figured out, and before Michael and Kitt had settled into their respectful rapport. This story was written for the Multifandom1000 Unrequited Love Challenge.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, or anything that is canon to Knight Rider. See Universal and Glen A. Larson.

Thank you to Tomy for the beta read.

The Right Guy

"So, what do you think about dinner after work tonight?" Michael Knight asked, sidling up behind Bonnie as she worked at her computer.

Oh for goodness sake, Kitt thought. His unflappable partner was going to get himself in trouble yet again. It was almost as predictable as Kitt needing to have his fuel tank filled. Bonnie gave Michael a glare and he backed off slightly, his hands out to his sides in a gesture of surrender.

"As friends," he said in a guilty tone that suggested he had been thinking anything but.

Kitt was amazed and sometimes aghast at Michael's persistence in the face of rejection, especially when it came to Bonnie. It seemed that the more times he was turned down, the more often he tried. Not that Kitt was well versed in the matters of human relationships, but this endless cycle looked incredibly pointless to him. Michael seemed to have access to almost as many women as he could possibly want, societal norms about monogamy aside, so why did he continue to pursue Kitt's technician?

Couldn't he see that he was just making himself look foolish? Bonnie didn't seem to be the slightest bit interested in him. Michael should just stick to his usual . . . well, Kitt didn't want to say bimbos, they were usually very nice women, but Bonnie was different. She was out of his league.

It didn't seem to Kitt that someone as sophisticated as Bonnie would fall for Michael's rather puerile charms. As far as Kitt knew, she had only dated one person in the time that he had known her – another one of his designers named Stephen. He had at least seemed better suited to Bonnie. He had a PhD, was very well read, and just had an air of integrity about him. Stephen was the kind of person Bonnie deserved -- someone who would take her to a ballet instead of some boring sports event or, heaven forbid, a rock concert. Bonnie should have someone who appreciated her, not someone who was always keeping an eye out for the next woman.

Kitt wondered what kind of evening out Bonnie would like. If he were to take her on a date, he'd start with a nice restaurant, one of the places that Devon frequented, the kind that served several courses. Then he would probably take her to the symphony. He knew she had Vivaldi and Mozart in the collection of music she sometimes listened to while writing software for him. Yes, a performance of The Four Seasons would probably set the mood nicely. Then perhaps he would take her out to a fashionable café for an after dinner drink. They certainly sounded interesting, even though Kitt had never actually tasted a drink of any kind. He wondered if Bonnie liked to dance. Well, perhaps that would be a bit much for one evening.

He felt a little guilty about wishing his partner ill, but Kitt couldn't help hoping that Bonnie never fell in love with Michael. Although, if the angry way she left the room was any indication, there was little fear of that. Kitt fervently wished that she would end up with someone who was a little more like . . .

Kitt stopped himself cold. Oh dear. He hoped this wasn't what human beings called a 'crush.'

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-knightshade
06/15/04