A sleek black TransAm sped nimbly through the half deserted streets. The orange glow of each and every lanky streetlight flashed like strobe lights.

The tall driver laid stretched out on his belly. He was searching the backseat while unknowingly kicking the underside of Kitt's AI dashboard with his cowboy boots.

He grunted breathless. "It's here somewhere. I know it."

"OW." Kitt griped after a nasty blow to his sensitive console. "I beg your pardon Michael."

"What Kitt?" Michael grumbled from under back seat.

"Kitt popped open his glove box. There was the missing present.

"Don't worry, I got you."

A/N: Thank you all for reading. This will be cross posted on AO3 as well.