With Wesley

Wesley was driving KITT to Tim's house to catch a football game.

KITT's voice broke the silence. "Michael, why are we going to Officer Tim Bradford's house for the game when we could watch it at home with Lucy?"

Wesley replied, "Well, it's my chance to hang out with Tim. I wanted to spend some time with him and enjoy the game. It's nothing against watching it at home, it's just a change of pace."

KITT inquired, "Is Lucy okay with this arrangement?"

Wesley answered, "Of course. I talked to her about it."

KITT asked, "So you checked with her before deciding?"

Wesley confirmed, "Yeah, she knows. It's all good."

KITT responded, "Understood."

As KITT smoothly navigated the streets, Wesley relaxed into his seat.

KITT asked, "Michael, what are you most looking forward to about this game?"

Wesley chuckled. "Honestly? Just hanging out and catching up with Tim. It's been a while since we've had a chance to do that."

KITT responded, "It's important to maintain those personal connections. Is there anything in particular you're hoping to see during the game?"

Wesley grinned. "I'm hoping for a few good plays and, of course, a win. But mostly, I just want to enjoy the time with Tim."

KITT's voice held a note of curiosity. "Do you and Tim often watch games together?"

Wesley nodded. "Yeah, we used to do it pretty regularly. It's one of those traditions we've kept up since my early days on the force."

KITT said, "That sounds like a good way to stay connected. Is there a specific game you two are reminiscing about?"

Wesley thought for a moment. "There was this one game a few months back, where we ended up celebrating a last-minute touchdown. It was one of those moments that really stuck with us."

KITT observed, "It's remarkable how shared experiences like that can strengthen friendships."

Wesley agreed. "Absolutely. It's those little moments that make a big difference."

As they approached Tim's house, Wesley glanced at KITT's dashboard. "Thanks for understanding, KITT. It's important to me to keep these friendships strong."

KITT responded, "It's my pleasure, Michael. Maintaining these connections is vital, and I'm glad to support you in that."

Wesley smiled. "You always have my back, KITT. I appreciate it."

KITT said, "We're almost there. Tim's house is just up ahead."

As they pulled into the driveway, Wesley saw Tim's familiar house. He turned to KITT with a grin. "Thanks for the ride, KITT. I'll see you in a bit."

KITT responded warmly, "Enjoy your time with Tim, Michael. I'll be here when you're ready to head back."

Wesley exited KITT and walked up to Tim's house's front door, excited for the evening ahead.

Later

Tim and Wesley were sprawled comfortably on Tim's couch, intently watching the game.

The TV announcer called, "Eric Weddle with a tackle..."

Tim leaped to his feet, clapping enthusiastically. "Thattaboy, Weddle! Come on! One more!"

The announcer continued, "Rams defense needs a stop here..."

Tim urged, "Just one more stop, that's all we need!"

Wesley joined in, "Let's go!"

Suddenly, the TV feed switched to a high-speed chase. The newscaster announced, "We're coming on air live with a car chase in Los Angeles County."

Tim and Wesley groaned in unison, "Oh, come on!"

The newscaster continued, "The driver has been eluding police for the better part of a half-hour."

They turned around as the sound of sirens and helicopter blades filled the air.

Wesley quickly said, "Should we get into KITT?"

Tim nodded, "Yeah, let's go."

They hurried outside and climbed into KITT.

Wesley said, "KITT, call dispatch for us."

KITT responded, "Of course, Michael. Calling Dispatch."

The phone connected, and a voice on the windshield screen said, "911, what is your emergency?"

Wesley identified himself, "Dispatch, Officer Michael Knight, badge 34587."

Tim added, "Dispatch, this is also Officer Tim Bradford, badge 34831. Log us in for overtime in pursuit of a high-speed suspect."

KITT ended the call and asked, "There is a high-speed suspect?"

Wesley replied, "Yes, and we're just going to back up." He maneuvered KITT back onto the street, positioning the car to intercept.

Wesley and Tim watched as a speeding car approached KITT.

Wesley asked, "KITT if the car doesn't stop, what are its chances of surviving a collision with you?"

KITT assured him, "The chances of survival are high, Michael."

Wesley nodded, "Good."

The approaching car slammed into KITT, its back end lifting into the air before crashing back down.

Wesley glanced at KITT and asked, "You okay, buddy?"

KITT replied, "Of course, Michael. I'm not damaged."

Wesley and Tim exchanged relieved looks. "Cool," they said in unison.

They stepped out of KITT, drew their off-duty guns, and shouted, "LAPD!"

Tim instructed, "Put your hands outside the window! Open the door from the outside, step out of the car, and lie face down on the ground with your arms out to the side."

The driver complied, stepping out and positioning himself on the ground.

Wesley saw other officers arriving and asked, "You got him?"

A female officer handcuffed the suspect and confirmed, "All good."

Wesley got back into KITT and drove it into Tim's driveway, parking smoothly.

KITT said, "I will see you later, Michael."

Wesley replied, "Yeah, see you soon, buddy."

Wesley stepped out of KITT and walked back into the house with Tim. As they entered, the game was still on.

The announcer excitedly said, "The ball is tipped, intercepted by Weddle--"

Wesley and Tim jumped up, cheering, "Yes! Run, Weddle! Run!"

The announcer's voice boomed, "Touchdown! Eric Weddle!"

Wesley and Tim erupted into cheers, jumping up and down with the excitement of kids as the room echoed with their jubilant shouts

The next day

At Wesley's house

The next morning at home, Wesley was busy preparing breakfast for himself, Lucy, and Melissa.

Melissa was tending to the twins in their nursery, ensuring they were well cared for.

Wesley was focused on making eggs and toast when Lucy strolled into the kitchen, still rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Hi, honey," she greeted with a yawn.

Wesley looked up with a warm smile. "Hi, baby."

As Lucy approached, she leaned in for a kiss. Wesley wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in for a deeper, more passionate embrace.

When they finally broke apart, Lucy smiled and asked, "Mm, what was that for?"

Wesley grinned, "Just wanted to remind you how much I love you. Do you mind?"

Lucy laughed softly, "Not at all. I could get used to that."

Lucy, still basking in the warmth of the morning, glanced at Wesley as he flipped the toast. "How was the game last night with Tim?" she asked, curiosity in her voice.

Wesley chuckled, "It was great! We were both so into it, shouting and cheering like we were kids. And then—" He paused for dramatic effect, "—we ended up in the middle of a high-speed chase."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? What happened?"

Wesley continued, "Yeah, it was pretty wild. We saw this suspect speeding toward us, and KITT had to take the hit to stop him. But everything turned out fine. Tim and I managed to handle it, and then we got back just in time to see the game's final moments."

Lucy smiled, amused. "Sounds like quite the night. I'm glad you two had fun."

Wesley nodded, "Definitely. But it's nice to be home and enjoy a quieter morning with you. How's Melissa doing with the twins?"

Lucy sighed contentedly, "She's doing great. The twins are in good hands, so I'm really able to relax a bit."

Wesley served the eggs and toast, placing them on the table. "Good to hear. Let's enjoy breakfast and then we can all spend some quality time together."

As they settled at the table, Wesley reached out and took Lucy's hand. "Thanks for always being so understanding, Lucy. It means a lot."

Lucy squeezed his hand in return, "Of course. We're a team, remember? And I wouldn't have it any other way."

As Wesley and Lucy sat down for breakfast, Wesley's earwig crackled to life with KITT's voice.

"KITT?" Wesley responded, looking slightly puzzled.

KITT said through the earpiece, "Michael, I just wanted to remind you that it's almost time for work. I'm programmed to ensure you're punctual."

Wesley sighed, glancing at Lucy. "Thanks for the heads-up, KITT. I was hoping for a little more downtime today."

Lucy looked at him, her smile fading slightly. "Is work really calling already?"

Wesley nodded, "Yeah, KITT's right. I've got a few things lined up that I need to take care of."

KITT's voice was gentle but firm, "I've scheduled your tasks and prepared the necessary files. You should be ready to head out soon."

Lucy squeezed Wesley's hand sympathetically. "Well, I suppose we should make the most of the time we have left."

Wesley smiled, appreciating her understanding. "Absolutely. I'll finish up breakfast, and then I'll get going."

KITT added, "Michael if you need any assistance with your tasks today, I'll be ready and waiting."

Wesley grinned, "Thanks, KITT. I'll keep that in mind."

As Wesley finished his breakfast, Lucy stood up, leaned in, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Let's get dressed, babe," she said with a playful smile.

Wesley grinned and nodded. "Right behind you."

They hurriedly got dressed, their movements efficient as they prepared for the day ahead. Once ready, they left Melissa in charge of the twins and made their way outside.

Sliding into KITT, Wesley started the engine, and the car smoothly pulled out of the driveway. They drove towards the station, the morning sun casting a warm glow over their path as they anticipated the day's challenges and responsibilities.

At the station

In the briefing room

Wesley walked into the briefing room and slid into a seat next to Tim.

As he settled in, Harper took the seat on his other side. Tim quipped, "Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence."

Harper smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Front row's too close to the boss for my liking. Lopez still out?"

"Yeah," Tim replied. "She's taking care of Brian, got him back on his feet."

"Good to hear," Harper said.

Grey's voice cut through the chatter as he started the briefing. "Okay, listen up. Why is community policing important? Officer Chen?"

Lucy, caught off guard but quick on her feet, responded, "Uh, because it builds trust between the police and the public, leading to a reduction in crime."

"Exactly," Grey said, nodding. "And today, we're gonna do a little trust-building. Officer Nolan, you know Dr. Sawyer at Shaw Memorial?"

John hesitated before answering, "Uh, we went to the same college, sir. Before I, uh, got my now-ex pregnant with my son and—"

Grey interjected with a stern look, "It was a yes or no question, Nolan."

The room erupted in laughter as John sheepishly corrected himself. "Sorry, sir. Yes, I know her."

"Good," Grey continued. "She requested an officer to assist with a seminar. You're going."

John frowned. "What kind of seminar?"

Grey shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. Whatever it is, it's open to the public, so you'll have a chance to show the community that the LAPD does more than just lock people up."

Tim leaned toward Wesley and asked, "We do?"

The room burst into laughter again, but Grey was quick to shut it down. "That's not funny. And you don't want to piss me off, Bradford, Knight, especially considering what I have lined up for both of you."

Wesley looked over at Grey, curious. "What's that?"

"The Watts Rams need additional coaches for their fall clinic," Grey said, "and you're going to need some company. Officer West, your dad's always bragging that you were a high school football star. Is he exaggerating?"

Jackson grinned. "No, sir. All-state safety, four years running. I could pull up my highlight reel if you want to check it out. It's on my YouTube channel."

Grey waved it off. "That won't be necessary. Change into your PTs and head out with Bradford and Knight. Harper, Chen, you'll serve as liaisons to the Mid-Wilshire Community Council. They're coming in for a sit-down."

Harper raised an eyebrow. "What is this, the 1950s? The boys go to football practice while us girls attend a PTA meeting?"

Grey considered her point. "Fair enough. Guess there's only one way to settle this—Challenge coins."

Tim and Harper exchanged grins as the room buzzed with anticipation.

Wesley spoke up, "I don't have a Challenge coin, sir."

Grey chuckled. "Don't worry, Knight, I'll hand you one after this. But you don't really need it if Bradford's got one and you two are in charge."

Wesley nodded, feeling the weight of the task ahead. "Got it, sir."

Later

Everyone gathered around as Tim and Harper placed their challenge coins on the table, ready for the showdown.

Tim smirked. "Chief gave me mine personally."

Harper raised an eyebrow. "That's cute. Mine was from the governor."

John, Jackson, and Wesley stood off to the side, watching the exchange.

John leaned over and asked, "What's a challenge coin?"

Jackson shot him a look. "How do you not know that?"

Wesley chuckled. "Because John only tunes in when it's about him."

Jackson explained, "It's a medallion with an organization's insignia, given only to those deemed worthy. They're used to show respect or, uh, settle minor disputes."

Grey walked over, overseeing the challenge. "Okay. Closest to the edge wins."

Tim went first, sliding his coin skillfully across the table. It stopped about five inches from the edge.

Harper took her turn, and with a steady hand, she sent her coin gliding right to the edge, leaving it hanging just over the lip.

The room erupted in cheers and applause.

Grey handed the coins back. "Alright. Harper, football's all yours."

Harper shook her head. "Nah, Bradford and Knight can have it."

Grey looked surprised. "You've got to be kidding me."

Harper shrugged. "Nope. The only football I watch is English."

Grey sighed. "Whatever. Community Council will be here in 20."

As Wesley was nearby, Lucy approached Harper. "Ma'am, would you like me to prepare anything for the meeting?"

Harper didn't miss a beat. "Uh, coffee. Black, Officer..."

"Chen," Lucy supplied. "It's right there."

Harper waved it off. "No, the only names I know are Nolan and Knight's, and you're neither of them. So today, you're Not Knight."

Wesley stepped in, giving Harper a playful look. "Harper."

Harper looked over. "Yeah?"

Wesley smiled. "I thought we were getting along great."

"We are," Harper said with a smirk.

"Doesn't that include being nice to my fiancée?" Wesley asked.

Harper considered it. "Fine. How about I call her Future Mrs. Knight? Better?"

Wesley grinned. "Much better. And she's a good cop, you know."

Harper nodded. "I've heard. And I hope so since you're training her, Knight."

Wesley turned to Lucy, reassuring her. "Don't let her get in your head. Just be the amazing cop I know you are."

Harper chimed in with a teasing tone. "Yeah, Future Mrs. Knight."

Lucy smiled, playing along. "Lucy Knight. It does have a nice ring to it. A lot better than Lucy Wick would sound."

Wesley feigned a hurt expression. "That was a low blow, honey."

Harper chuckled. "How is that a low blow? Your name is Michael Knight. Wesley Wick is dead. Got it?"

Wesley smirked. "You're having way too much fun with that."

Harper grinned. "Maybe."

As the briefing wrapped up, the officers began to disperse, ready to tackle their assignments for the day. Wesley turned to Tim with a grin.

"Looks like we're on coaching duty," Wesley said, clapping Tim on the back.

Tim nodded, adjusting his vest. "Yeah, let's see if those kids can handle some real training."

Wesley laughed. "You know, you might actually scare them into being better players."

"That's the idea," Tim replied with a smirk.

Meanwhile, Lucy caught up with Harper as they headed toward the meeting room.

"Hey, Detective," Lucy said, falling into step beside her. "Thanks for the vote of confidence earlier."

Harper gave her a sidelong glance. "Don't get used to it. I just call it like I see it."

Lucy nodded. "I appreciate that."

As they reached the meeting room, Harper paused at the door. "You know, Lucy Knight does have a nice ring to it. But don't let that distract you from the job. We've got a community to engage with, and you need to be at the top of your game."

Lucy smiled. "I won't let you down, Detective."

Harper gave a small nod of approval. "Good."

Back in the locker room, Wesley and Tim were changing into their PT gear for the coaching assignment. Tim glanced over at Wesley as he pulled on his shirt.

"So, you ready to relive your glory days on the field?" Tim asked, a teasing edge in his voice.

Wesley chuckled. "If by 'glory days' you mean running drills and trying not to pull a muscle, then yeah, I'm ready."

Tim laughed. "Just don't embarrass us out there. We've got a reputation to uphold."

Wesley grinned. "I'll do my best, Coach."

As they finished gearing up, KITT's voice came through Wesley's earwig. "Michael, it's almost time to head out. The Watts Rams are expecting you."

Wesley tapped the earpiece. "Thanks, KITT. We're on our way."

Tim raised an eyebrow. "KITT keeping us on schedule now?"

Wesley shrugged with a smile. "He's got our backs, just like always."

Tim smirked. "Well, let's go show those kids how it's done."

The two officers made their way out of the station, with Jackson, heading toward the parking lot where KITT was waiting. As they approached, KITT's engine purred to life.

"Ready for some action, Michael?" KITT asked, the playful tone evident in his voice.

Wesley patted the roof as he opened the driver's door. "Always, KITT."

Jackson opened the passenger door and moved KITT's seat up and got in the back as he pulled the seat back.

Tim slid into the passenger seat, glancing around the high-tech interior. "You know, I'm still not used to this car talking back."

KITT responded smoothly, "I assure you, Officer Bradford, I'm more than just a talking car."

Wesley laughed as he started the drive toward the field. "Yeah, he's one of a kind."

As they drove through the streets of Los Angeles, the familiar sights of the city passing by, Wesley couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He was part of something bigger than himself—whether it was protecting the city, coaching kids, or just being there for Lucy. This was the life he chose, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Later

On the field

Wesley, Jackson, and Tim were out on the school football field, helping the kids run through drills. They watched as the young players hustled, displaying their skills.

Jackson noticed one kid execute a sharp juke move and called out, "Hey, nice move!"

The same kid sprinted downfield and made an impressive catch.

Tim whistled appreciatively. "Ooh! Great hands."

The coach, Wilkie, nodded proudly. "That's AJ. Pure talent."

Wesley watched AJ with a keen eye. "Kid's gonna get recruited hard."

Wilkie shook his head. "We don't focus on that. When AJ joined, his grades were in the gutter. Now he's on the honor roll and talking about college. That's what we care about."

As AJ jogged over, grinning from ear to ear, he asked, "Hey, did you like that move?"

Tim gave him a challenging look. "It's solid against a 12-year-old, but you'll need to up your footwork for real competition."

AJ shrugged confidently. "I run footwork drills every morning. I'll be ready."

Wesley raised an eyebrow. "And at night?"

AJ grinned. "Catching drills. It's harder to see the ball in the dark—great for hand-eye coordination. Any other questions?"

Tim chuckled. "Not right now."

Just then, a woman approached, calling out, "AJ!"

AJ's expression faltered. "What is she doing here?" he mumbled before saying to the coaches, "I'll be right back."

As AJ walked toward the woman, Wilkie explained, "That's his mom. She got out a few months ago. The transition's been tough for both of them."

Jackson asked quietly, "What was she in for?"

"Armed robbery. She ran with a pretty serious crew."

Before they could discuss further, the kids on the field started to buzz with excitement as they noticed someone approaching.

"It's Eric Weddle, man!" one of them shouted.

Tim and Wesley exchanged a look, smiling as Eric Weddle made his way over.

"Hey, can we join in?" Eric asked, flashing a friendly grin.

Tim recognized him instantly. "Weddle!"

Eric's eyes widened in recognition. "Bradford? No way!"

Jackson looked between them, surprised. "You two know each other?"

Eric and Tim shared a bro handshake. "We played against each other in high school," Eric explained. "I sacked him so hard in the championship game, he figured Fallujah was safer than turning pro."

Another familiar face joined them—Robert Woods. Jackson nearly lost his cool. "Yo, you're Robert Woods! I've got your USC jersey at home!"

Robert chuckled. "I've got one too."

After a round of bro hugs, Wesley introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Michael Knight."

Eric shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Knight. I've heard about you."

Wesley grinned. "Tim and I watch you on our days off when the game's on. He's always cheering for you."

"Really?" Eric asked, glancing at Tim.

"Yeah," Wesley confirmed. "If I'd known you two were friends, I'd have cheered a lot louder."

Tim chuckled. "This is my best friend, Michael. He's good people."

Eric nodded appreciatively before heading over to talk with Wilkie.

As the trio walked away, Jackson was still in awe. "You just bro-hugged Eric Weddle, man."

Tim smirked. "Don't make it weird."

Their attention was drawn back to AJ and his mom, who were having a tense conversation.

"You know, it's not about what you want," AJ's mom was saying. "I've got to do what's best for you."

AJ's frustration was clear. "Oh, now it's about you? I don't want to quit!"

As they got closer, Wesley stepped in, his voice gentle. "Is everything okay here?"

AJ's mom glanced at Wesley, her expression guarded. "AJ's done with football. We've got a lot going on."

She grabbed AJ's hand, her grip firm as she led him away.

Tim, Wesley, and Jackson exchanged looks. Wesley spoke up first, concern etched on his face. "She looked like she was in a rush to get out of here—like she was scared."

Tim considered it for a moment. "Maybe she just doesn't think football is the right path for AJ."

Wesley shook his head. "No, it was more than that. I'm telling you, guys, she seemed terrified."

Jackson, who had seen Wesley's instincts in action before, nodded. "Wes is usually right about this stuff."

Tim sighed. "It's Michael, Boot. Remember, Wesley Wick is dead. Michael Knight's the only one left."

Jackson shrugged. "I know, but... I'm just used to calling him Wesley."

Wesley smiled slightly. "It's okay. Wesley's my middle name, so it's not completely gone. But we do need to keep up the cover."

Tim nodded, glancing back at AJ and his mom as they walked away. "Yeah, we do. But something's definitely off here. We need to keep an eye on this."

As they watched AJ and his mom walk away, Coach Wilkie approached the trio, a curious look on his face. "So, Michael Knight," he began, eyeing Wesley, "you ever play football? You've got the build for it."

Wesley nodded, maintaining his cover. "Yeah, I played in high school. Wide receiver. Loved every second of it."

Wilkie smiled, clearly impressed. "No kidding. You've got the posture of a player who's been on the field. Why didn't you go further with it?"

Wesley shrugged casually, though his mind flashed to the other life he'd led, the one he couldn't speak about. "Life took me in a different direction. But I still have a deep love for the game."

Tim chimed in, backing him up. "Michael's being modest. He was a hell of a player back in the day. Fast, great hands, and smart. Could've gone pro if he'd wanted."

Wilkie nodded thoughtfully, his eyes scanning Wesley as if trying to gauge how much of that was true. "I bet you miss it sometimes."

Wesley smiled a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "Yeah, I do. But I found other ways to stay active. And now I get to be out here, helping these kids, so it's all good."

Wilkie clapped him on the back, clearly satisfied. "That's what I like to hear. We need more guys like you around. The kids could learn a lot from someone with your experience."

Wesley nodded, feeling the weight of his dual identity but pushing it aside. "Happy to help where I can."

Just then, they noticed AJ's mom glancing back nervously, her eyes meeting Wesley's for a split second before she hurried AJ along. Wesley's instincts flared up again, but he kept his focus on the conversation with Wilkie.

"That kid's got something special," Wesley remarked, gesturing toward AJ.

Wilkie nodded, following Wesley's gaze. "Yeah, he does. But his home life's complicated. I just hope he can keep his head on straight."

Wesley nodded, his mind working over what he'd seen. "We'll keep an eye on him. Make sure he stays on the right path."

Wilkie gave them all a firm nod. "Appreciate that. With guys like you around, I know these kids are in good hands."

As Wilkie walked away to check on the other players, Tim turned to Wesley, lowering his voice. "You think AJ's mom's involved in something shady?"

Wesley frowned, still watching AJ and his mom as they disappeared from view. "I don't know, but I'm not liking the vibe. We should keep tabs on her. Something's not adding up."

Jackson nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we need to make sure AJ stays safe. If his mom's into something bad, he could get caught up in it."

Tim crossed his arms, deep in thought. "Alright. Let's keep our eyes open. We'll figure out what's going on."

Wesley nodded, though his mind was already running through the possibilities. "We will. And if something's wrong, we'll be ready."

As Wesley scanned the field, watching the kids run their drills, he heard a faint click in his ear, signaling KITT's voice through his earwig.

"Michael, how's the training going with the school kids?" KITT's smooth, modulated tone came through, only audible to Wesley.

Wesley responded, his voice low enough to ensure only KITT could hear. "It's going well, KITT. These kids have a lot of potential. We've got one kid, AJ, who's got some serious talent, but his home situation might be complicated. I'm keeping an eye on him."

"Understood," KITT replied. "I detected heightened stress levels when you interacted with AJ's mother. Do you suspect she's involved in something that could endanger him?"

Wesley's eyes flicked toward AJ and his mom, who were now standing by the parking lot, talking in hushed tones. "I'm not sure yet. She seemed anxious, almost scared. It could be nothing, but my gut tells me there's more to it."

KITT paused for a moment, processing the information. "Should I initiate a background check on AJ's mother? It might provide some clarity."

Wesley considered it for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he watched the interaction between AJ and his mom. "Yeah, do that. But keep it discreet. We don't want to spook anyone, especially not the kid."

"Understood, Michael," KITT acknowledged. "I'll begin the background check and update you as soon as I have any relevant information."

Wesley nodded subtly, still keeping his voice low. "Thanks, KITT. Let me know if you find anything."

Tim noticed Wesley seemingly talking to himself and raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. Wesley caught the look and gave a quick, reassuring smile.

As the kids continued their drills, Wesley kept his focus on AJ, his instincts on high alert. Whatever was going on, he knew he needed to be ready to step in if things went south. And with KITT monitoring the situation, he had an extra layer of support to help keep AJ safe.

Later

At an apartment building

As Wesley, Tim, and Jackson cruised in KITT toward AJ's mom's place, the tension in the car was palpable. Wesley glanced out the window and spotted Ms. Clemons frantically packing her belongings into her car.

"Look at that," Wesley remarked, his tone serious. "I was right."

KITT's calm voice resonated through Wesley's earwig. "Michael, her heart rate is elevated beyond normal parameters. She appears to be in a state of extreme fear."

Wesley nodded, his gaze narrowing. "Got it."

He smoothly parked KITT behind Ms. Clemons' vehicle, and the trio stepped out. KITT, still in Normal Mode, remained vigilant.

Wesley approached Ms. Clemons with a measured calm. "Hello, Ms. Clemons. I'm Officer Knight, and these are Officers Bradford and West. We met earlier at the field."

Ms. Clemons, clearly on edge, responded curtly, "I-I remember. What do you want?"

Jackson stepped in, his voice gentle yet firm. "We just wanted to make sure everything's alright. You pulled AJ off the team pretty fast, and we're concerned there might be a problem."

Ms. Clemons snapped back, "No problem. Thanks for stopping by."

But Wesley, noticing AJ's troubled expression, pressed on. "Everything okay, buddy?"

Before AJ could respond, Ms. Clemons interjected, "He's fine."

Wesley's tone hardened slightly. "Ma'am, I wasn't talking to you—I was asking AJ. He can speak for himself. But since you seem keen on speaking for others... What about you? You seem to be moving out in a hurry. Something going on?"

Ms. Clemons sighed, her frustration mounting. "It's none of your damn business."

Jackson leaned in, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone. "Actually, it is, Ms. Clemons. You're still on parole for armed robbery."

Wesley added, "Does your parole officer know you're moving?"

Ms. Clemons bristled. "So what? You gonna violate me?"

Tim shook his head. "No one wants that. We're just here to help."

Suddenly, KITT's voice cut through the tension in Wesley's ear. "Michael, a car is fast approaching."

Wesley's instincts kicked in. He turned swiftly, eyes widening as he saw a Molotov cocktail flying towards Ms. Clemons' car. "Get down! Get down!" he shouted, pulling AJ to the ground as the Molotov hit its mark, igniting the vehicle in flames.

Jackson darted towards the fleeing car, grabbing his radio. "Control, 7-Adam-100. We have a 246 with a firebomb at our location," he reported, his voice steady despite the chaos. "Two masked suspects fleeing south on Gramercy in a black Impala."

Wesley, his heart pounding, quickly assessed the situation. "KITT! Put the fire out on the car! CO2, now!"

KITT's voice echoed loudly for everyone to hear, "On it, Michael." The sleek car rolled forward, and its headlights transformed into sprayers, dousing the flaming car with a powerful CO2 spray. Within moments, the fire was extinguished.

"The fire is out, Michael," KITT announced.

Wesley exhaled in relief, holstering his weapon. Tim did the same, shaking his head in disbelief. "I didn't know KITT could put out fires."

Jackson, equally surprised, nodded. "Neither did I. If I'd known, I wouldn't have called the fire department."

Wesley smiled at Jackson. "No, it was good you called. It's protocol."

AJ, his eyes wide with amazement, stared at KITT. "Whoa! Your car is so cool!"

Wesley grinned, crouching down to meet AJ's eye level. "Thanks, kid. But can you do me a favor?"

AJ nodded eagerly. "What's that?"

Wesley's voice softened, taking on a conspiratorial tone. "KITT is a secret. Can you keep him that way?"

AJ's eyes lit up as he nodded earnestly. "I can do that."

Wesley ruffled the boy's hair affectionately. "Good man."

Later

The fire department and ambulances had arrived, their flashing lights illuminating the scene. Jackson was questioning Ms. Clemons, his demeanor calm but firm.

"So, you have no idea who they were?" Jackson asked, his tone probing.

Ms. Clemons shook her head. "Not a clue."

Jackson leaned in slightly, his voice carrying an edge of skepticism. "Come on, Ms. Clemons. Two masked suspects and a Molotov cocktail? That wasn't some random act of violence. You were targeted. Why?"

Ms. Clemons stiffened, her eyes narrowing. "Am I under arrest?"

Jackson, maintaining his composure, replied, "Of course not."

Ms. Clemons seized the moment, "Then can I go?"

Wesley, who had been observing from a distance, approached just in time to catch her last words. He exchanged a glance with Jackson, who read the unspoken message and responded, "Not yet."

Wesley stepped closer, his presence commanding. Tim discreetly moved away, giving Wesley room to take over.

Jackson shifted his focus back to the task at hand. "Look, I just need a list of personal property that was damaged during the fire."

Wesley's gaze drifted momentarily to AJ, who was sitting on a nearby tire, talking quietly with Tim. His expression softened briefly before he turned back to Ms. Clemons, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable warning.

"Ma'am," Wesley began, his tone measured, "if anything happens to your son while he's in your custody, and he ends up hurt or worse because of your actions or inaction... I will personally arrest you for child endangerment. So, you better be absolutely certain that you don't know who's behind this. Do I make myself clear?"

Ms. Clemons looked at Wesley, her defiance wavering under his steady gaze. She swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling in. "Crystal clear," she murmured, a hint of fear creeping into her voice.

Wesley watched Ms. Clemons for a moment longer, ensuring his words had sunk in before turning on his heel and heading over to where Tim and AJ were tossing a football back and forth. The scene was a stark contrast to the tension just moments ago—AJ, despite everything, was smiling as he caught the ball, his focus entirely on the game.

Tim tossed the ball back to AJ, who caught it with ease before looking over at Wesley. "Hey, Officer Knight," AJ called out, still holding the football. "Your car—KITT—is it really that advanced, or was I just seeing things?"

Wesley chuckled as he joined them, his posture relaxed but still attentive. "You weren't seeing things, AJ. KITT's the real deal. He's a pretty special car."

AJ's eyes lit up with curiosity as he tossed the ball back to Tim. "How does he talk? And the fire—he just put it out like that. Is he, like, a superhero car or something?"

Tim caught the ball, smiling as he watched the conversation unfold. "KITT's got a lot of capabilities that make him unique. He can talk, analyze situations, and yeah, even put out fires if needed."

Wesley nodded, crossing his arms as he watched AJ fumble with the football before quickly recovering. "KITT was designed to help keep people safe. But he's also a bit of a secret. Not everyone knows what he can do, so we like to keep it that way. You think you can keep that secret?"

AJ grinned, clearly enjoying the idea of being in on something special. "Yeah, I can keep a secret. But how does he know when to do stuff, like put out the fire?"

Wesley glanced at Tim, who tossed the ball back to AJ with a playful underhand throw. "KITT's got a lot of sensors and systems that let him understand what's happening around him. He's always paying attention, so if something goes wrong, he's ready to help out."

AJ's throwback to Tim was a bit off, but Tim caught it easily, tossing it back to the kid with a gentle smile. "That's so cool," AJ said, his voice filled with awe. "Does he ever get anything wrong?"

Wesley shook his head with a small smile. "KITT's pretty sharp, but like anyone or anything, he's not perfect. But he's always trying to do what's best to keep people safe."

AJ looked thoughtful for a moment, his hands gripping the football as he turned it over in his hands. "I wish my mom could have a car like KITT. Maybe then she wouldn't be so scared all the time."

The comment hit Wesley harder than he expected, a reminder of why they were really there. "AJ," Wesley said, his voice gentle, "your mom's going through a lot right now, but we're here to help her, and you. KITT's great, but sometimes it's people who make the real difference. Just remember, you're not alone, okay?"

AJ nodded the weight of Wesley's words settling in. He tossed the football back to Tim with renewed energy, as if determined to hold onto the small piece of normalcy they were offering him.

Tim caught the ball and, with a glance at Wesley, gave AJ an encouraging nod. "You're a tough kid, AJ. Just keep doing what you're doing, and things will get better."

As they continued playing catch, the sun started to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the field. Wesley's thoughts lingered on AJ's words and the situation with his mom, knowing that there was more work to be done before they could truly say they had helped.

As they continued playing catch, AJ's curiosity about KITT only seemed to grow. After making another solid catch, AJ looked over at Wesley, his eyes filled with wonder. "So, what else can KITT do? I mean, if he can put out fires and talk, there's got to be more, right?"

Wesley exchanged a knowing glance with Tim, then smiled at AJ. "Oh, there's definitely more. KITT can do a lot of things—he's not just a regular car. One of the coolest features is that he can transform into different types of vehicles depending on what we need."

AJ's eyes widened in amazement. "Transform? Like, into what?"

Wesley nodded, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Yep, he can switch into different modes. Want to see him in his Police Mode?"

AJ nodded eagerly, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Yeah! I want to see that!"

Wesley chuckled and tapped the earwig in his ear, speaking just loud enough for KITT to hear him. "KITT, can you switch to Police Mode? Show AJ what you can do."

KITT's voice came through clearly, with just a hint of pride. "Of course, Michael. Switching to Police Mode now."

In an instant, KITT's sleek black exterior began to shift. The lights on the car changed, a siren emerged from the roof, and KITT's color scheme subtly adjusted to resemble a police cruiser, complete with flashing blue and red lights. The transformation was smooth and quick, like something out of a movie.

AJ watched in awe as KITT completed the transformation, his jaw practically dropping. "Whoa... that's so cool! He really is like a superhero car!"

Wesley smiled, watching AJ's excitement with a sense of satisfaction. "Yeah, he's pretty special. KITT can help us in all kinds of situations, whether we need to go undercover or make sure everyone knows we're the good guys."

AJ walked closer to KITT, staring at the car with wide eyes. "Can he turn into other things, too?"

Wesley nodded, leaning against the now-transformed KITT. "He sure can. But we've got to keep some of his tricks up our sleeve for the right moment, you know?"

AJ grinned, clearly impressed. "I get it. But this is the coolest thing I've ever seen. Thanks for showing me, Officer Knight."

Wesley gave AJ a nod, his expression softening. "You're welcome, AJ. Just remember, KITT might have a lot of cool features, but it's people who make the real difference. And right now, we're here to make sure you and your mom are safe."

AJ looked up at Wesley, the seriousness of the situation settling back in, though his enthusiasm for KITT hadn't faded. "I know. But it's good to know you guys have something like KITT to help out."

Wesley ruffled AJ's hair lightly. "It sure is, kid. Now, how about another round of catch before we head out?"

AJ's grin returned, and he nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Let's do it!"

As they continued tossing the football around, KITT remained in Police Mode, a silent but powerful reminder of the high-tech support Wesley and his team had at their disposal. And while AJ might have been dazzled by the car, Wesley knew that the real challenge lay ahead—figuring out how to protect AJ and his mom from whatever danger was lurking.

As they played catch, KITT, now in his Police Mode, spoke up, his voice resonating clearly from the car's speakers. "Hello, young man. I don't believe we've been formally introduced. My name is KITT—Knight Industries Three Thousand. What's your name?"

AJ paused mid-throw, turning his attention to the car, clearly taken aback but also thrilled to be addressed directly by such a cool vehicle. "Uh, I'm AJ!" he replied, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, AJ," KITT responded, his tone warm and welcoming. "I must say, I've been observing your footwork. Quite impressive for someone your age. Do you plan on pursuing a football career?"

AJ beamed at the compliment, tossing the football back to Tim before answering. "Yeah, I do! I want to go pro one day. My mom thinks I need to focus on school more, but I really love football."

KITT replied, "Your passion is admirable, AJ, but your mother is right. A solid education will provide you with more opportunities, whether in football or any other field you choose to pursue. It's always good to have a backup plan."

Wesley, watching the interaction with a smile, nodded in agreement. "KITT's got a point, AJ. It's great to have dreams, but you've got to be prepared for anything. Balancing football with your schoolwork will make sure you're ready, no matter what happens."

AJ looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But I'm still gonna work hard at football, too."

"That's the spirit," KITT encouraged. "With determination like that, you'll go far, both on and off the field."

Tim chimed in, giving AJ a light pat on the back. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, kid. Keep listening to your mom, and you'll do just fine."

AJ looked back at KITT, still amazed that he was having a conversation with a car. "So, KITT, do you only work with cops like Officer Knight and Officer Bradford, or do you get to do other stuff, too?"

KITT responded smoothly, "My primary function is to assist Michael—Officer Knight—and his team in their duties, ensuring public safety and upholding the law. However, I'm also designed to adapt to a wide variety of situations. From high-speed pursuits to more subtle investigations, I'm equipped to handle it all."

AJ's eyes widened even more, clearly impressed. "Wow... that's awesome! You're like a real-life superhero car!"

Wesley chuckled, appreciating AJ's enthusiasm. "Yeah, KITT's pretty special. And we're lucky to have him on our side."

KITT added, "And I'm fortunate to work with such dedicated individuals as Michael, Officer Bradford, and Officer West. Together, we make a strong team."

AJ looked up at Wesley with newfound respect. "You guys really are like superheroes. Thanks for everything you do."

Wesley smiled down at AJ, touched by the boy's words. "Thanks, AJ. But remember, being a hero isn't just about having cool gadgets or cars. It's about doing the right thing, even when it's hard. And I have a feeling you've got what it takes to be a hero yourself."

AJ grinned, clearly taking the words to heart. "I'll remember that, Officer Knight."

Wesley nodded, then glanced at KITT. "Alright, KITT, let's wrap this up. We've got more work to do."

"Understood, Michael," KITT replied, his lights flashing as he powered down some of his active features, though he remained in Police Mode for the time being.

As they finished their game of catch, the trio knew that this was just a brief respite in what would likely be a challenging day ahead. But for now, they'd given AJ something to smile about, and that was a victory in itself.

As they wrapped up their conversation, AJ, still brimming with excitement, couldn't resist asking one more question. "Officer Knight, can I see KITT transform into one more vehicle? Just one more, please?"

Wesley glanced at KITT, a small smile playing on his lips. He knew how much KITT loved showing off his capabilities, especially to someone as enthusiastic as AJ. "What do you think, KITT? Feel like giving AJ one more look at what you can do?"

KITT's voice came through the speakers, filled with a hint of amusement. "Of course, Michael. Anything for a fan." He paused for a moment before adding, "Switching to Classic Mode now."

With that, KITT's sleek black Police Mode exterior began to shift. Panels smoothly rearranged themselves, the high-tech elements retracting and giving way to a more vintage design. The transformation was fluid and seamless, the vehicle's shape morphing into an old, stylish Mustang with a striking blue and black color scheme. The car's chrome details gleamed in the sunlight, and the roar of the engine gave it a powerful, nostalgic feel.

AJ's eyes widened in awe as he watched the transformation unfold. "Whoa! That's amazing!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. "It's like a car from the movies! How did you do that, KITT?"

KITT responded with a tone of pride. "This is my Classic Mode, designed to blend in with different eras and environments when necessary. The vehicle you see now is inspired by the iconic Mustangs of the past, combining timeless style with modern technology."

AJ walked around the Mustang, admiring every detail. "This is so cool. It looks just like the cars my grandpa talks about, but even better!"

Wesley leaned against the newly transformed KITT, crossing his arms with a satisfied grin. "KITT's full of surprises, AJ. He's not just about speed and gadgets—he's got a sense of style too."

Tim, who had been watching the whole scene with a smirk, added, "Gotta admit, KITT pulls off that classic look pretty well. Reminds me of the old days."

AJ couldn't stop smiling as he continued to marvel at KITT. "This is the coolest car ever. I wish I could ride in it every day!"

Wesley chuckled, patting the hood of the Mustang. "Maybe one day, AJ. But for now, KITT's got a lot of work to do with us. We need him to stay in top shape for whatever comes our way."

KITT's voice chimed in, "And I'm always ready for whatever challenges lie ahead, Michael. But it was a pleasure to give you a glimpse of my capabilities, AJ."

AJ gave KITT one last admiring look before nodding. "Thanks, KITT. And thank you, Officer Knight. This was awesome."

Wesley smiled down at AJ. "You're welcome, AJ. Just remember what we talked about—keep working hard, both on the field and in school. You've got a bright future ahead of you."

AJ nodded eagerly. "I will, I promise!"

With that, Wesley gave KITT a silent command, and the Mustang began to shift back into its more modern form, returning to its sleek, black Police Mode. As the transformation was completed, AJ watched in awe, clearly impressed by the car's versatility.

Tim ruffled AJ's hair as they prepared to leave. "Take care, kid. We'll be around if you need us."

As they headed back to KITT, AJ waved enthusiastically. "Bye, KITT! Bye, Officers! Thanks again!"

Wesley, Tim, and Jackson all waved back before climbing into KITT, ready to tackle whatever awaited them next. But as they drove away, they knew they had made a difference in AJ's day—and maybe even his future.

As they were driving away from AJ, Wesley glanced in the rearview mirror, watching AJ's excited expression fade into the distance. With a smirk, he said, "KITT, switch to Normal Mode."

KITT responded promptly, "Switching to Normal Mode." The familiar, smooth mechanical sounds filled the car as KITT seamlessly transformed from his Police Mode back into the sleek black Ford Shelby Mustang GT500 Super Snake.

Jackson, Wesley, and Tim couldn't help but chuckle as they caught a glimpse of AJ's wide-eyed amazement in the mirror. The kid's awe-struck face was priceless, and they knew they'd just made his day.

As KITT smoothly accelerated down the street, Tim grinned, shaking his head. "That kid's never gonna forget this."

Wesley nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. "Neither will we. Let's keep it rolling, guys." With that, they left AJ and Ms. Clemons behind, ready to take on whatever came next.

Later

At the station

Wesley, Tim, and Jackson had just returned to the station and were getting back into their routine. Wesley's attention was immediately drawn to Lucy, who walked in drenched and smelling strongly of sewer water. Concerned, he made his way over and asked, "What happened?"

Lucy shrugged, trying to downplay the situation. "Nothing."

Wesley noticed the strong odor and remarked, "You smell terrible. What's going on?"

Lucy remained evasive. "It's nothing."

Wesley's concern deepened. "Lucy, this isn't nothing. You're pregnant. If something happened, it could affect the baby."

Lucy sighed, clearly frustrated. "I know."

Wesley pressed, "Then what's the issue?"

Lucy took a deep breath and recounted, "A suspect attacked me—a man much bigger than me. He threw me down, and Harper had to handle both suspects. Afterward, Harper confronted me. She knew I was fed up with her attitude and told me to hit her. I tried but barely made contact. Then she told me to run at her like the suspect did, so I did, and she flipped me over her shoulder. I landed in the sewer water we were near. She said that you might be a good T.O., but you can't teach me to fight like a girl and that I should get used to it because I'm under 5'6" and I have different skin color."

Wesley was stunned. "She said what?"

Lucy looked at him, pleading. "Michael, please don't..."

Ignoring her plea, Wesley stormed off to find Harper. He located her in the break room and confronted her directly. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Harper looked up, surprised. "What are you talking about?"

Wesley's anger flared. "You told Lucy that I can't teach her how to fight like a girl? And you threw her into sewer water, especially when she's pregnant?"

Harper's expression shifted to confusion. "I didn't know she was pregnant, Mike."

Wesley's frustration reached a boiling point. "I've told you numerous times! You speak badly about me in front of my rookie, and you pull this kind of crap? I thought we were friends. What the hell happened to you?"

Harper looked taken aback as Wesley's anger intensified. She tried to explain, "I was just trying to get through to Lucy. She needs to toughen up, and I thought—"

Wesley cut her off, his voice rising. "You thought what, Harper? That it was okay to throw her into sewer water, especially when she's pregnant? You could have seriously injured the baby with what you did!"

Harper's face fell as she realized the gravity of her actions. "I didn't know she was pregnant. If I had known, I wouldn't have—"

Wesley's anger didn't abate. "You should have known! It's your responsibility to be aware of what's going on with the people you're training. You don't just throw someone around like that and risk their health, especially when they're pregnant. You crossed a line, Harper."

Harper looked down, guilt washing over her. "I... I didn't mean to cause harm. I thought I was just pushing her, trying to make her better."

Wesley shook his head in frustration. "There's a way to push someone without putting them in harm's way. This isn't about pushing limits—it's about respect and safety. I'm going to need you to seriously reconsider how you approach training from now on. This kind of behavior isn't acceptable."

Harper nodded, her expression one of regret. "I understand. I'm sorry."

Wesley took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I hope you are. Because Lucy's safety and the safety of her baby come first. We'll have to address this situation with the rest of the team, but for now, I need you to give Lucy space and avoid any more unnecessary confrontation."

Harper nodded again, her shoulders slumped in acknowledgment.

Wesley's frustration was palpable as he said, "I can't believe you told Lucy I can't teach her to fight like a girl."

Harper's frustration matched his. "She let a 250-pound man toss her down, Mike. I'm doing my best under tough circumstances."

Wesley's expression hardened. "Come at me."

Harper looked confused. "What?"

Wesley's gaze was unyielding. "Hit me."

Without hesitation, Harper lunged at Wesley, throwing a series of punches. Wesley deftly blocked each strike with his forearm, his focus intense.

Wesley's voice was firm and unwavering. "Stop trying to hit me and just hit me."

Harper took a deep breath and focused, transitioning from punches to a series of precise kicks and strikes. Wesley, prepared for this, smoothly countered her moves with a combination of defensive blocks and fluid footwork.

Their movements were a blur of controlled aggression. Wesley dodged Harper's spinning kick with a deft sidestep and retaliated with a quick jab. Harper blocked his jab and attempted a sweeping leg kick, but Wesley leaped over it, landing back on his feet with a steady balance.

"Look, Harper," Wesley said between moves, "I understand you're trying to push Lucy, but you need to be aware of the risks. You could've injured the baby. It's not just about toughness; it's about responsibility."

Harper, catching her breath, responded, "I was trying to teach her resilience, Mike. I didn't know she was pregnant. I didn't mean to put her in harm's way."

Wesley delivered a quick, controlled kick to Harper's midsection, demonstrating the importance of control in combat. "It's not just about fighting," he said. "It's about knowing your limits and the limits of those you're training."

Harper grunted slightly from the impact but quickly regained her stance. "Fair enough. I should've been more cautious. I'll make it right with Lucy. Just—"

Wesley cut her off, his voice softer but still firm. "You need to be more mindful of what you say and do, Harper. Training is about building up, not tearing down. And if you're going to train someone, especially someone like Lucy, you have to be aware of their personal circumstances."

Harper nodded, wiping sweat from her brow. "Understood. I'll be more careful. And I'll apologize to Lucy."

The two continued their sparring, their movements now more measured and respectful. Wesley's skillful techniques and Harper's determination created a dynamic, intense exchange, each respecting the other's capabilities while working through their conflict.

As the fight wound down, Wesley extended a hand to Harper. "Alright, let's call it a day."

Harper shook his hand, a newfound respect evident in her eyes. "Thanks for the lesson, Mike. And... sorry again."

Wesley nodded, acknowledging her apology. "Let's make sure we get it right next time, for everyone's sake."

Harper and Wesley continued their intense sparring session, exchanging a series of swift, calculated strikes and defensive maneuvers. Harper, now slightly out of breath, finally managed to land a solid kick that sent Wesley back a step.

Wesley, regaining his stance, took a deep breath and said firmly, "Listen up, Harper. You need to understand something. I don't care what issues you have with Lucy or me. But you will never, ever hurt her or my baby. If you think you can push her around like that, you're wrong."

Harper, panting and looking genuinely taken aback, responded, "I was just trying to push her, Mike. I didn't know—"

Wesley cut her off, his voice low but intense. "It doesn't matter. She's pregnant, Harper. You had no right to treat her like that. I don't care how tough you think you are or how tough you think she should be. That's my family you're messing with."

Harper, visibly shaken, nodded slowly. "I understand. I'll make it right. I didn't mean to cause harm."

Wesley took a moment to catch his breath, his anger still palpable but tempered with a resolve to protect his loved ones. "Make sure you do. I don't want to see anything like this again."

With that, Wesley turned and walked out of the break room, leaving Harper to reflect on his words.

Grey ran into Wesley in the bullpen and said, "Knight, there's a kid here asking for you and Bradford."

Wesley, already sensing who it might be, asked, "Young kid, black hair?"

Grey nodded, "And Black, yeah."

Wesley sighed, "That's AJ."

Grey led him to his office, where Tim and Jackson had already joined after being called in. As the three officers entered, AJ stood up, his face a mixture of fear and urgency.

"My mom went to borrow her cousin's car so we could get out of town," AJ began, his voice trembling slightly. "But she never came back."

Wesley frowned, "When was this?"

"Right after you all left," AJ replied.

Jackson looked concerned, "Wait, that was hours ago. Have you spoken with her cousin?"

"Yeah," AJ said, his anxiety growing. "He said my mom never showed up. I've tried calling and texting her, but nothing. I'm telling you, something happened."

Wesley stepped closer, his tone firm but reassuring. "We believe you, AJ. But now, it's time to be straight with us. Does this have anything to do with the people who firebombed your mom's car?"

AJ hesitated, fear evident in his eyes.

Wesley continued, "AJ, I know you're scared. I was scared as a kid too. Terrified that something bad would happen and just kept it all to myself. But that's not the way, buddy. You're not betraying your mom by telling us the truth. Let us help her."

AJ took a deep breath and finally spoke, "A few weeks back, one of my mom's ex-boyfriends started hounding her, trying to get her to be the getaway driver in some heist he was planning."

Tim's expression hardened, "Did she agree to do it?"

"Hell no," AJ said quickly. "My mom isn't about that life anymore. She swore she'd never risk going back to prison and missing out on being there for me."

Wesley nodded, "So she said no. What did the ex-boyfriend do?"

AJ's voice dropped, "He threatened to kill me if she didn't do it."

Jackson's face darkened with understanding, "That's why she pulled you off the team and wanted to get you out of the city—to protect you."

Grey leaned in, "What's the ex-boyfriend's name?"

AJ hesitated for a moment before saying, "Ian Shaunsey."

Grey's expression turned serious. "If he grabbed her, it's likely to force her into pulling the robbery."

Wesley's mind raced, "Which means it's happening soon."

Jackson asked, "AJ, do you know what the target is?"

AJ shook his head, "No, all I know is that it's happening downtown."

Grey wasted no time, "Alright. You guys get down there. I'll have detectives on this and put out a BOLO on your mom and the ex-boyfriend."

Wesley placed a reassuring hand on AJ's shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. We'll find her."

AJ looked up at Wesley, worry still etched on his face. "Are you gonna take KITT?"

Wesley nodded, a small smile breaking through the tension. "I have to. He's my car."

AJ's face softened a little, "Then I don't need to worry."

Later

On patrol

Wesley, Tim, and Jackson were cruising through downtown Los Angeles in KITT, who was in Police Mode. Wesley sat in the driver's seat, Tim was beside him in the passenger seat, and Jackson was in the back, scanning the surroundings with a sharp eye.

Jackson broke the silence, "So, outside of actually spotting AJ's mom or her ex-boyfriend, what exactly are we supposed to be looking for?"

Tim leaned back slightly, glancing out the window at the bustling city, "Potential robbery targets. There are a dozen banks and payday lenders between here and Flower Street."

Jackson frowned, "How do we narrow it down?"

Wesley kept his eyes on the road, "Look for anything odd or out of the ordinary."

Jackson chuckled, "In downtown LA? That describes everything."

KITT's calm voice interrupted, "Michael, I am scanning the cell towers for AJ's mother's phone. It appears to have been turned off around the time she was supposed to meet with her cousin."

Tim shook his head, "That's not a good sign."

Wesley gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, "KITT, I don't know what else to do."

KITT responded with reassuring confidence, "Michael, please remain calm. I know you're worried for AJ's mother, but I promise, we will find her. I have faith."

Tim raised an eyebrow, "KITT has faith?"

Wesley managed a small smile, "He picked it up after I almost died."

Jackson nodded, remembering the story, "Yeah, I heard about that. You were poisoned by Walton Axe."

Wesley's expression darkened slightly at the memory but kept his focus, "That's right. But I survived, and so will AJ's mom. We just need to stay sharp and keep our eyes open."

KITT alerted Wesley, "Michael, you have an incoming call from Officer Lopez."

Wesley glanced at the screen, "KITT, put it on."

The screen lit up with Lopez's face, and Wesley asked, "What's up? What's going on?"

Lopez's voice came through the speakers, "Why are you guys patrolling downtown?"

Jackson raised an eyebrow, "How do you know where we are?"

Lopez smirked, "I just saw you drive by in KITT."

Jackson nodded, "We got intel on a possible heist in the area."

Lopez's tone grew serious, "What's the target?"

Wesley shook his head, "Still unknown."

Lopez then said, "I'm on 5th and Hill. You just passed me. I'm working on a security detail on what could be a potential target. Honestly, I wouldn't mind having some backup."

As the call ended, Tim spoke up, "Let's turn around and head to her location."

Wesley nodded, "KITT, switch to Attack Mode."

KITT's voice responded calmly, "Michael, I cannot switch to Attack Mode with three passengers. In that mode, I only have two seats. In any other mode, I have four."

Wesley sighed, "Alright, pal, never mind."

He turned the car around, and they headed back toward Lopez, all of them now on high alert.

As they headed back toward Lopez's location, Jackson leaned forward from the back seat, a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry for being the third wheel, guys. If I wasn't here, you could've switched to Attack Mode."

Wesley glanced at him in the rearview mirror and smirked. "Don't worry about it, Jackson. We'll manage without the extra horsepower."

Tim chuckled, "Yeah, besides, it's not like we can just leave you on the sidewalk."

Jackson grinned, "I mean if it means seeing KITT go all out, I might've volunteered."

Wesley shook his head with a laugh. "Trust me, there'll be plenty of action without needing to switch modes."

KITT chimed in, his tone light-hearted. "Jackson, you're far from being a third wheel. Every team member is essential, no matter the mode."

Jackson chuckled, appreciating the sentiment. "Thanks, KITT. I'll remember that."

As they continued driving, the tension in the car eased slightly, but the focus remained sharp. They were closing in on Lopez's location, and everyone knew that things could escalate at any moment.

KITT quickly pulled up security camera footage of 5th and Hill and reported, "Michael, Officer Lopez is under fire from three suspects."

Wesley, Tim, and Jackson watched the live feed, seeing Lopez crouched behind an SUV, returning fire against the three gunmen.

Jackson, eyes wide, said, "Should I jump out now so we can switch to Attack Mode?"

Wesley shook his head, "We're not leaving anyone behind. KITT, switch to 4x4."

KITT responded promptly, "Switching to 4x4 mode."

A loud beep filled the cabin as KITT smoothly transformed from a sleek patrol car into a robust four-door Ford F-150 truck, the body raising, and wheels widening for better traction.

"Transformation complete," KITT announced.

Tim, glancing at the newly modified vehicle, asked, "Why'd we go with a truck?"

Wesley tightened his grip on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "KITT's bulletproof—he'll give us better cover this way."

Jackson nodded, impressed. "Smart move. I wouldn't have thought of that."

Wesley shot a quick smile over his shoulder. "That's why I'm the driver."

As they barreled toward the scene, the atmosphere in the truck was charged with determination. They were ready to back up Lopez and take control of the situation.

Wesley quickly called out, "KITT, can you deploy sirens on the roof of the truck?"

KITT responded smoothly, "Of course, Michael."

In an instant, KITT's roof transformed, extending sleek, flashing sirens that began blaring as they sped down 5th and Hill. As they approached the scene, the three suspects came into view. Wesley expertly drifted KITT to the side, positioning the truck as a shield. He, Tim, and Jackson jumped out, taking cover behind the doors, guns drawn.

Tim shouted, "Drop the guns!"

Just then, another patrol car screeched to a halt nearby, and Lopez joined in, her voice commanding, "Do it now!"

Wesley took charge, his voice firm and unwavering, "Drop your guns right now! Back up! Step away from the car and get down on your knees!"

The officers moved in closer, closing the gap. Wesley continued, "On your knees! Spread your arms!"

Jackson, still covering the scene, glanced at Lopez and asked, "You okay?"

Lopez, catching her breath, nodded, "I am now."

Wesley shifted his attention to the car, gun trained on Ms. Clemons inside. "Step out of the car, hands where I can see them."

Ms. Clemons, visibly shaken, slowly opened the driver's door and stammered, "They kidnapped me... forced me into this."

Wesley softened slightly, lowering his gun. "I know. AJ told us everything. But I have to place you under arrest until we can sort this out with the DA. Hands on the car."

Ms. Clemons complied, placing her hands on the vehicle as Wesley cuffed her.

Suddenly, a man rushed toward them, shouting, "Is it safe?"

Lopez quickly responded, "All clear!"

The man made a beeline for a nearby case, but Jackson intercepted him, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's evidence now. You'll have to collect it from the station after we process it."

The man turned to Lopez, pleading, "Can't you do something?"

Lopez shook her head with a slight smile, "Nope. Sorry, not this time."

Wesley, Tim, and Jackson exchanged glances, the situation was finally under control as they began to wrap things up.

Later

At the station

Wesley sat inside KITT, dressed in casual clothes, parked just outside the police station. The soft glow of the dashboard lights illuminated his face as he stared at the entrance, his mind occupied with thoughts of Lucy.

KITT's voice broke the silence, "Michael, how long are we going to wait for Lucy?"

Wesley sighed, his gaze still fixed on the door. "As long as it takes, buddy."

KITT paused for a moment before asking, "Are you worried about her? She did have to deal with a bomber today."

Wesley's expression tightened slightly. "Yeah, I'm worried. I heard she threw up too."

KITT responded in a soothing tone, "She's strong, Michael. But it's good you're here for her."

Wesley nodded, appreciating the reassurance, even if it came from an AI. "I know. Just need to see her, make sure she's okay."

KITT's tone shifted slightly, a rare hint of concern in his normally steady voice. "Michael, if Lucy threw up, it could be more than just stress. Given that she's pregnant, could this be something related to the baby?"

Wesley's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. The thought had been nagging at him, but hearing KITT voice it made it more real. "Yeah, I've been thinking about that too, KITT. I just... I don't want to jump to conclusions. But I can't help worrying."

KITT's voice softened as if trying to reassure Wesley. "It's understandable. The well-being of both Lucy and the baby is important. Maybe after she comes out, we should encourage her to get checked out, just to be safe."

Wesley nodded, though his eyes never left the door. "You're right. I'll make sure she sees a doctor if she hasn't already. I just need to know everything's okay."

KITT added, "I'm here for you, Michael. Whatever you need, we'll handle it together."

Wesley managed a small smile, grateful for the support. "Thanks, KITT. Let's just hope everything's alright."

As Wesley sat in KITT, his eyes locked on the entrance of the police station, he finally saw Lucy step out. She looked tired but determined, her eyes scanning the area before she spotted KITT and made her way over. Wesley felt a wave of relief wash over him as she opened the passenger door and slid into the seat.

"Hey," she greeted softly, giving him a tired smile.

"Hey," Wesley replied, his voice filled with concern. "You okay?"

Before Lucy could answer, KITT's dashboard lights flickered slightly, and a soft hum filled the car. "Welcome, Lucy," KITT said, his tone warm. "Please hold still for a moment."

Lucy blinked in surprise, glancing at Wesley, who gave her a reassuring nod. "KITT's just checking up on you," Wesley explained.

KITT's scan was quick and thorough, analyzing her vital signs and overall condition. After a moment, KITT spoke again. "Scan complete. Lucy, you and the baby are both in good health. It seems that the nausea was due to stress and possibly something you ate, but there's no immediate cause for concern."

Lucy let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Thanks, KITT. That's a relief."

Wesley reached over and gently took her hand. "I was worried," he admitted, his voice softening. "I know today was rough."

Lucy squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his. "It was, but I'm okay now. Thanks for looking out for me. Both of you."

KITT added, "I'm always here to assist, Lucy. Your well-being is important to us."

Wesley smiled, feeling a bit of the tension in his chest ease. "Let's get you home and get some rest. You've had a long day."

Lucy nodded, leaning back in the seat. "Yeah, that sounds good."

As Wesley started KITT, the car hummed to life, and they drove off, leaving the day's stress behind them. KITT, always vigilant, kept a close eye on Lucy's vitals, ensuring that his passengers were safe and sound.

Wesley leaned back in his seat and said, "KITT, switch to Classic Mode."

KITT responded, "Switching to Classic Mode." A soft chime accompanied the sound of mechanical adjustments as KITT transformed into a sleek, vintage Mustang with blue and black detailing.

"Transformation complete," KITT announced.

Lucy's eyes lit up with a smile as she took in the retro design. "You know how much I love this mode. Trying to make the ride extra special?"

Wesley grinned, glancing over at her. "Absolutely. We both want you to enjoy it, right, KITT?"

"Michael is correct, Lucy," KITT chimed in. "Your comfort and happiness are always a priority."

Lucy leaned back, her smile widening as she relaxed into the seat. "Well, mission accomplished, you two."

As they settled into the drive, the classic Mustang engine purred smoothly, blending with the hum of the evening city sounds. Wesley navigated the streets with ease, the familiar route home calming him after the day's events.

"How are you feeling now?" Wesley asked, glancing over at Lucy.

She looked out the window, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. "Better. Just tired, you know? It's been a long day."

Wesley nodded, his hand resting gently on her leg. "I'm glad you're okay. I was worried when I heard about the bomber."

Lucy sighed, leaning her head back against the seat. "It wasn't as bad as it could've been, but yeah, it shook me up a little."

KITT's voice cut in, soft and reassuring. "Lucy, if you experience any discomfort or unusual symptoms, please inform Michael immediately. Your well-being is important to both of us."

Lucy smiled, appreciating the concern from the AI. "Thanks, KITT. I promise I'm okay."

The streets grew quieter as they drove further from the city center, the bustle of downtown fading into the peaceful residential neighborhood. The familiarity of their surroundings brought a sense of comfort to both of them.

"We're almost home," Wesley said, his voice soft.

"Home sounds perfect right now," Lucy replied, her hand reaching out to cover his on her leg. "Just a quiet night in."

Wesley smiled, the warmth of her touch grounding him. "Exactly what I had in mind."

As they pulled into the driveway, the house stood waiting, bathed in the soft glow of the porch light. Wesley parked KITT, the car settling with a gentle hum as the engine turned off.

"Welcome home, you two," KITT said, his tone almost affectionate.

Wesley and Lucy exchanged a glance, both smiling. "Thanks, buddy," Wesley said, opening his door.

Lucy stepped out, stretching slightly before walking around to join Wesley at the front of the car. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they walked toward the house.

"Let's get inside and relax," Wesley murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Sounds like a plan," Lucy agreed, her head resting against his shoulder as they made their way to the front door.

KITT watched as the two of them disappeared inside, the porch light flicking off as the door closed behind them.

To be continued...