With Wesley

At his apartment

Wesley woke up to an empty bed and immediately reached over to Lucy's side, only to find it vacant.

Panicked, he bolted upright and called out, "Lucy? Lucy?"

He quickly put on some clothes and rushed into the living room, which was deserted. His anxiety grew as he shouted, "Lucy!"

Wesley snatched up her phone and dialed her number, his heart pounding. The call went straight to voicemail.

"No, come on!" he muttered, urgently redialing. Again, it went to voicemail.

Desperation clawed at him. Then he heard the faint cries from the nursery. "Maybe she's with the twins," he thought.

He sprinted to the twins' room and saw Nora crying in her crib, but Lucy was nowhere in sight. Wesley quickly picked up Nora, apologizing softly, "I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have shouted."

As Nora began to calm down in his arms, Wesley's heart melted. "You're so beautiful, baby girl. I love you. And I love your brother," he said, glancing at Mason, who was peacefully asleep.

After settling Nora back in her crib, Wesley decided to call Melissa. He walked out of the room and dialed her number.

Melissa answered promptly, "Hello?"

"Melissa, hey. Are you still coming over?" Wesley asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Yeah, you do pay me to watch the twins," Melissa replied.

"Could you come over now? Lucy isn't answering her phone, and she's not home," Wesley said, his worry evident.

"I'll be there in about 20 minutes," Melissa assured him.

"Okay, see you soon," Wesley said, ending the call with a sigh of relief.

Wesley paced the kitchen, trying to distract himself from the mundane task of making breakfast. His hands moved mechanically as he prepared a quick meal, though his mind raced with concern for Lucy.

KITT's voice broke the silence in Wesley's earpiece. "Michael, I've noticed that your heart rate is elevated beyond your normal range. Is everything alright?"

Wesley, pouring coffee into a mug, muttered, "Just a bit of stress, KITT. Lucy's not answering her phone, and she's not home."

KITT responded, "Understood. Stress can have a significant impact on your physiological state. It might be helpful to take a few moments to calm yourself."

Wesley sighed, "I don't have time for that right now. I need to be ready for when Melissa arrives. I'm just worried."

KITT's tone softened, "It's important to address your concerns, Michael. Stress can affect your ability to respond effectively. Perhaps taking a moment to breathe and gather your thoughts might be beneficial."

Wesley leaned against the counter, took a deep breath, and said, "Alright, alright. I'll try to calm down. Thanks for the reminder, KITT."

As he continued making breakfast, Wesley felt a slight ease in his tension. He knew he had to stay focused and keep his composure until he found out what had happened to Lucy.

Wesley finally sat down at the kitchen table with a simple breakfast of toast and eggs. He took a few bites, his mind still preoccupied with worry. The rhythmic sound of his chewing provided a brief distraction from his anxiety.

The front door creaked open, and Wesley's head snapped up. He looked toward the entryway just as Melissa walked in, carrying her bag and a concerned expression.

"Hey, Wesley," Melissa called out, her voice laced with worry. "I got here as quickly as I could. Is everything okay?"

Wesley stood up, wiping his hands on a napkin. "Thanks for coming, Melissa. Lucy's missing. I've been trying to reach her, but she's not answering her phone, and she's not home."

Melissa's eyes widened. "Have you tried contacting anyone else who might have seen her?"

Wesley nodded. "I've tried calling everyone I can think of. No luck so far."

Melissa walked over to the nursery, glancing at the twins who were peacefully sleeping. She turned back to Wesley. "I'll start by checking around the house and see if there's any sign of her. You should sit down and try to stay calm. It'll help us think more clearly."

Wesley gave a tight nod, trying to rein in his anxiety as he returned to his seat. He watched as Melissa began her search, her efficiency and calm demeanor providing a small measure of comfort.

Melissa walked through the rooms, checking every corner, while Wesley tried to focus on his breakfast. His mind was still racing, but he forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand—finding Lucy.

As Wesley sat at the kitchen table, his mind raced through possible places Lucy might have gone. An idea struck him, and he quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Jackson's number.

The phone rang twice before Jackson answered. "Hey, Wesley. What's up?"

"Jackson, it's Wesley. I need to ask you something. Is Lucy at your place? I've been trying to reach her, and she's not at home."

Jackson's voice held a hint of concern. "No, she's not here. I haven't seen her this morning. Is everything okay?"

Wesley's heart sank. "No, actually. She's missing. I've been trying to get in touch with her, but her phone keeps going to voicemail. I was hoping she might have gone to your place."

Jackson's voice grew more urgent. "Damn, that's not good. Have you called her friends or checked with anyone else she might have been with?"

"I've tried everything I can think of," Wesley said, his frustration evident. "Melissa's here now, helping me look around the house. I just needed to check with you as a last resort."

Jackson's voice softened. "Alright, Wesley. I'll start reaching out to her friends and see if anyone's heard from her. Keep me updated, and let me know if you find out anything."

"I will. Thanks, Jackson."

Wesley ended the call and put his phone down. He looked over at Melissa, who was still inspecting the house. "Jackson hasn't seen her either. He's going to check with her friends."

Melissa nodded, her face set in determination. "We'll find her, Wesley. Let's keep checking here and see if there's any sign of where she might have gone."

Wesley took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He knew they had to stay focused and hopeful. As he looked around, he felt a surge of urgency to find Lucy and bring her back safely.

As Wesley and Melissa continued their search, KITT's voice crackled through Wesley's earpiece. "Michael, it's time for work."

Wesley paused, feeling the weight of KITT's words. "I know, KITT. But right now, my priority is finding Lucy."

KITT responded with calm efficiency. "I understand your concern, Michael. However, your presence is required for the ongoing investigation. The team needs you to be at the briefing in thirty minutes."

Wesley glanced at Melissa, who was still examining the house. "I'll head to the briefing, but I'm not leaving until I know Lucy's safe."

"Understood," KITT said. "I'll remain on standby, monitoring for any updates or clues that may assist in locating Lucy."

Wesley nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "Alright, KITT. I'll be there."

He turned to Melissa. "I've got to go to the briefing, but I'll stay in touch. Keep an eye out, and if you find anything, call me immediately."

Melissa gave a reassuring nod. "Got it. I'll let you know as soon as I find anything."

Wesley hurried out of the house, heading to KITT, who was parked outside. As he approached, KITT's sleek exterior seemed to gleam in the morning light. Wesley got into the driver's seat, ready to focus on his duties while keeping a constant lookout for any sign of Lucy.

As KITT started up, Wesley's phone buzzed with a message from Jackson. He glanced at it briefly before putting the phone away, determined to stay focused on the task ahead.

"Let's go, KITT," Wesley said, settling into the seat. "We've got a briefing to get to."

"Very well, Michael," KITT replied, smoothly transitioning into drive mode. "Let's proceed."

With that, Wesley and KITT sped off, the urgency of finding Lucy pushing him forward even as he prepared for the day's work.

At the station

Wesley got dressed in his uniform and headed out, spotting Nolan nearby.

Walking over, Wesley asked, "Hey, John, have you seen Lucy?"

Nolan glanced up, a bit surprised. "Well, she's a grown woman. Why? Are you worried?"

"Yeah, I am," Wesley replied, his concern evident. "I'm her fiancé. I've been texting and calling, but she's not answering."

Nolan nodded, trying to reassure him. "I'm sure she didn't mean to worry you, Mike. Her phone might be dead. She's always complaining that the charger in her car doesn't work."

Just then, Harper approached them. Nolan asked, "Harper, did you see Lucy in the locker room?"

Harper shook her head. "No. Why?"

Nolan looked back at Wesley. "If she's just running late and we ring the fire alarm, she'll get dinged, but—"

"But if we don't, and something terrible—" Wesley began, only to be interrupted by Harper.

"Sergeant," Harper called out, drawing their attention.

Wesley and Nolan followed her over to Grey. Harper quickly filled him in. "Tell him."

Wesley didn't hesitate. "Lucy didn't come home last night. She's not responding to texts or calls."

Grey's expression grew serious. "Did she go out with that guy? The one she met at the bar?"

"Caleb Wight, with a 'W,'" Wesley confirmed. "I don't know. She said she was going out with a friend, and I told her I needed to get some sleep. She mentioned a bar but wasn't drinking because she was pregnant. The last time I saw her was around 8:30. Haven't heard from her since."

Grey considered the information. "Could've ended up at his place—overslept."

Wesley and Nolan immediately shook their heads. "No. Lucy wouldn't do that."

"What do we know about this Caleb guy?" Grey asked.

"He said he worked for a medical supply company," Wesley replied.

Tim joined the conversation, adding, "I saw a video of him playing with a puppy. Lucy was checking out his social media page."

Wesley sighed. "Of course she was."

Grey took charge. "Alright, take West and run a background check. I want to know everything you can find on Caleb before we knock on his door. And find Armstrong."

"Right. Come on," Tim said, heading off with Jackson.

Harper spoke up, "I'll run a trace on Lucy's phone and get her into the MUPS and NaMus systems."

Grey turned back to Wesley, offering some reassurance. "Michael, we'll find Lucy."

He then moved to the center of the bullpen, raising his voice to get everyone's attention. "Listen up! Officer Lucy Chen has not been seen for approximately 13 hours. Given the circumstances, we cannot rule out abduction. So stop whatever you're doing. I want everyone on this until she's located."

He turned to a nearby officer, adding, "Notify S.O., see if they can handle calls for service."

As Wesley, Nolan, and Harper prepared to leave, Harper provided an update. "Phone company says GPS is disabled. The last tower ping was on Sixth and LaBrea at 9:07 last night."

Wesley frowned. "That's close to the bar where we were when she met Caleb—Las Torres."

Grey immediately radioed in, "Control, I need a unit to swing by Las Torres, looking for a missing officer, Lucy Chen. Code 3."

"Copy that," dispatch replied over the radio.

Wesley looked at Grey. "So, what do we do now?"

Grey clipped his radio back onto his duty belt. "Go to the hospital. Talk to the victim your brother saved, with Harper. See if she has any insight to help us find this guy."

As they headed to the motor pool, Wesley couldn't help but voice his fears. "If anything's happened to Lucy—"

Harper cut him off firmly, "Don't go there. If she's in trouble, the best thing you can do is stay focused on saving her, not on playing out worst-case scenarios."

Wesley nodded, trying to steady his thoughts. "You're right. But I can't help but worry."

They reached KITT, and Wesley requested, "KITT, go into Police Mode."

With a swift transformation, KITT complied, and the trio sped off toward the hospital.

Later

At the hospital

Harper, Nolan, and Wesley entered Nora Valdez's hospital room. Harper approached her gently. "Ms. Valdez?"

Nora looked up, recognizing them. "You saved me," she said softly.

Harper gave a small nod, the weight of the situation clear in her eyes. "Yeah."

"Thanking you seems... inadequate," Nora murmured, her voice trembling.

Nolan shook his head, offering her a reassuring smile. "No need to thank us. We were just glad we got there in time. Now, we need your help to save someone else."

Nora's expression shifted to one of concern. "Oh, no."

"I'm afraid so," Harper said, her tone serious but kind. "A friend of ours might have been taken. Anything you remember about your experience could really help us."

Nora shuddered at the memory. "I never saw his face. He wore that horrible mask."

Wesley noticed the tension in Nolan's expression as he swallowed hard before asking, "How long after he took you did he give you the tattoo?"

Nora thought for a moment. "At least 12 hours. He grabbed me after work, around 8:00 or 9:00."

Harper exchanged a worried glance with Wesley. "That's the same timeline as Lucy."

Wesley leaned in, his voice urgent. "Did he say or do anything that stood out to you?"

Nora hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Yeah. He was... so happy. He kept saying that she was going to be impressed by him."

Wesley's heart sank. He knew exactly who "she" was. "Rosalind," he whispered under his breath.

Nora looked at him, confused. "I didn't know who he was talking about."

"We do," Wesley said grimly. "Did he mention any place other than the old zoo? Somewhere he might go?"

Nora shook her head. "No. I'm sorry, that's all I can remember."

Wesley pressed her gently. "Are you sure? Anything, no matter how small, could help."

Nora nodded again, her eyes filled with regret. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm sorry."

As Wesley began to feel the panic rising within him, the three officers left the room.

They quickly found Grace, who greeted them with a concerned expression. "Hey, guys."

Harper didn't waste any time. "How long would it take to suffocate in an oil barrel?"

Grace paused, considering the question carefully. "It depends. If the lid is sealed, only 21% of the air inside the barrel is oxygen. Every time she breathes in, she's using up some of that oxygen, and every time she exhales, she adds carbon dioxide. If she stays calm and breathes shallowly, she could last for several hours... but not much longer than that."

Nolan nodded, his face set with determination. "Thanks, Grace."

Back at the station

In the briefing room

Officers were busy rearranging tables in the briefing room to make space for the investigation.

Nick approached Wesley, Nolan, and Harper, saying, "The bartender at Las Torres recognized Lucy and Caleb."

As they processed the information, a man walked up and added, "Good news—there's a security camera in the parking lot. We know they left at 9:05."

Wesley squinted, trying to place the voice. "Is that you, John?"

The man smiled. "Detective Waters, at your service. And you are?"

"Michael Wesley Knight," Wesley replied.

John chuckled. "Michael Knight, huh? That's my dad's name. Weird coincidence."

Wesley raised an eyebrow. "Michael Knight II?"

John's eyes widened as recognition dawned. "Wesley? Is that you?"

Wesley nodded, and John shook his head with a mix of surprise and concern. "I'm sorry about this, but I've got some bad news."

John pulled up security footage on a nearby screen. The grainy video showed Caleb and Lucy walking out of the bar. Nick chimed in, "The camera angle's too steep to make out faces. But we've got another problem."

Wesley leaned in. "What kind of problem?"

Nick fast-forwarded the footage, revealing a black Mustang with yellow LEDs glowing like KITT's signature lights.

Nick frowned. "I think KITT might have been involved in this kidnapping."

Wesley shook his head. "No, that's impossible. Look at the LEDs."

John and Nick focused on the footage, puzzled. Wesley pointed out, "Those LEDs are yellow. KITT's lights are red."

John nodded in agreement. "He's right, Armstrong."

Nick's expression darkened as he processed the new information. "Then we need to contact Knight Industries. If there's another vehicle like KITT out there, it could be a prototype. We find this car, we find Caleb and Lucy."

Wesley suggested, "Why don't we ask KITT directly?"

John nodded. "Good idea."

Wesley turned to the nearest screen. "KITT, can you display yourself on the TV?"

KITT's voicebox appeared on the screen, taking over the footage.

Wesley addressed the AI. "KITT, are you the final version of your AI? Because we've come across a car that looks just like you but has yellow LEDs instead of red."

KITT responded, "I highly doubt it could be, Michael. My prototype was destroyed long ago in a confrontation between myself and Michael Knight II. However, I believe I know what you're dealing with. The vehicle in question is likely the self-programming prototype I was based on."

Wesley looked surprised. "So there is a prototype? I thought you were one of a kind."

John, equally puzzled, asked, "Yeah, KITT, what exactly are you talking about?"

KITT's tone shifted slightly. "Johnathon, is that you?"

John smiled. "Yeah, it's me, buddy."

KITT continued, "I'm referring to KARR, Johnathon."

Wesley blinked. "Wait, there's another Mustang out there, and it's called... Car?"

KITT clarified, "Not C-A-R, Michael. K-A-R-R. Knight Auto-Cybernetic Roving Robotic-Exoskeleton. He only became a Mustang after being reprogrammed with my original AI core. KARR was a cybernetic exoskeleton with a primary directive of self-preservation."

John's eyes widened. "So, a killer robot?"

KITT replied, "By the time he was decommissioned, he was more cyborg than a robot."

Wesley leaned in, intrigued. "Do you happen to have a picture of this thing?"

KITT pulled up a blueprint on the screen, followed by an image of KARR, revealing its menacing design.

Wesley stared at the image on the screen, impressed. "Wow. And I thought you were cool, KITT."

John stepped closer as more images of KARR flashed on the screen. "KITT, what else can you tell me about KARR?"

KITT responded, "I've shared all the information I have access to."

John furrowed his brow. "So, you're saying there's more about KARR that you don't have access to?"

KITT hesitated. "I believe there is much about KARR that remains beyond my current database."

Wesley noticed the concern on John's face. "What's wrong?"

John shook his head, conflicted. "It's just... I don't know, it feels like déjà vu. Like I somehow know KARR."

Wesley turned to KITT. "KITT put Sarah on the screen."

KITT's voice softened. "I'm contacting her now, Michael."

A moment later, Sarah appeared on the screen. She caught sight of John and smiled in surprise. "John? Is that you?"

John nodded, serious. "Yeah. We have a situation."

Wesley interjected, "We think a car like KITT was involved in Lucy's kidnapping."

Sarah's expression darkened. "No, KITT's prototype was destroyed in a battle with Mike and KITT."

Wesley shook his head. "We've got security footage of a car that looks exactly like KITT, but with yellow LEDs instead of red."

Sarah's voice wavered. "It can't be KARR. He was destroyed."

John pressed further. "Are you sure? Why does KARR look so familiar to me? When I looked at the blueprints, it felt like I knew him."

Sarah sighed, a weight settling in her tone. "The government attempted to revive the KARR project, and they used you as the test driver, John. You were KARR's original driver when they rebuilt him. But I believed they decommissioned him again after... after more lives were lost."

John's eyes widened in shock. "What? Is that why I can't remember anything?"

Sarah nodded solemnly. "They erased the memory of that event from your mind. They wanted to spare you the trauma of being KARR's test driver."

John looked at equally stunned Harper. "That's why you don't remember asking me to marry you."

Sarah's voice softened with regret. "If I had known you proposed to her, John, I would have told you everything much sooner."

Wesley frowned, trying to piece it all together. "So, John was the original driver for KARR, and the government wiped his memory? Why go to such lengths?"

Sarah replied, "It's similar to what we did when we erased KITT from Nyla Harper's memories."

Wesley turned to Harper, who was still processing the revelation. "You knew KITT?"

Sarah explained, "You were in danger, Harper. KITT was assigned to protect you. John remembers that mission because he was with KITT, safeguarding you."

Nick, who had been quietly absorbing the conversation, spoke up. "Does KARR have any kind of tracker on him?"

Sarah shook her head, apologetic. "No. I'm sorry, but KARR was supposed to be destroyed."

Wesley ran a hand through his hair, trying to grasp the gravity of the situation. "If KARR was supposed to be destroyed, but wasn't... What does that mean for Lucy?"

Sarah's expression was grim. "If KARR is still active, it means he's evolved beyond what we originally feared. His self-preservation protocols could make him extremely dangerous, especially if he's allied himself with someone like Caleb."

John clenched his fists, a mix of anger and frustration bubbling up. "So, KARR's out there with someone who could use him to hurt Lucy. We need to find him, fast."

Harper, who had been silent, finally spoke. "Is there any chance KARR is malfunctioning? Something that could give us a way to track him?"

Sarah thought for a moment. "KARR was always unpredictable. If he's malfunctioning, he might be leaving behind anomalies—electronic disturbances, power surges, things like that. It's a long shot, but we might be able to trace those kinds of disruptions."

Wesley nodded, his mind racing. "We could use the LAPD's tech team to scan for unusual activity across the city—something that might lead us to KARR."

John turned back to KITT. "KITT, can you help with that? Can you scan for these anomalies?"

KITT's voice was resolute. "I can modify my sensors to search for such disturbances, John. I'll begin immediately."

Sarah interjected, her voice filled with urgency. "If KARR is out there and has Lucy, he's not going to be easy to find. But you have one advantage—KARR's self-preservation instinct. He'll avoid direct confrontation if he thinks it'll endanger him. Use that against him."

Wesley looked determined. "We need to be smart about this. If we can corner him without provoking him, we might have a chance to save Lucy."

John agreed. "We need to move quickly and quietly. Any misstep and we could lose Lucy... or worse."

Harper, steeling herself, added, "Let's coordinate with the tech team and get all available units on alert. If KARR shows up anywhere, we need to be ready."

Sarah looked at them all, her expression serious. "I'll stay on the line and provide any additional support I can. Just... be careful. KARR is not like KITT. He doesn't have a conscience. He won't hesitate to kill if he feels threatened."

Wesley met Sarah's eyes on the screen. "We'll get her back, Sarah. We won't let KARR win."

John, Harper, and Wesley shared a look of determination, knowing the battle ahead would be one of the toughest they'd ever faced. But they were ready to do whatever it took to bring Lucy home safely.

Grey said, "Look, I know how upsetting this is, but we have to remain focused. Lucy's counting on us. Any other questions?"

Wesley saw Tim walk out of the briefing room on the phone.

Later

Lopez entered the briefing room, and the other officers acknowledged her with nods. Nolan stepped forward, his voice heavy with the gravity of the situation. "Nora was abducted two nights ago. We found her 18 hours later, already tattooed and on the verge of being suffocated in a barrel. This gives Caleb's timeline from abduction to death approximately 24 hours."

Jackson, eyes filled with urgency, added, "So we have less than 10 hours to find Lucy."

Nick, ever the realist, interjected, "Unless we're wrong and she's already dead."

Wesley's gaze snapped to Nick, his voice cold and menacing. "You better hope she isn't dead. Because if she is, I'll throw away everything I've built as Michael Knight and revert to being the Killer. I don't care anymore."

Grey, sensing the rising tension, tried to intervene. "Michael..."

Wesley cut him off, his voice steely as he turned away from the group, staring out the window. "Then start praying."

Harper shook her head firmly. "No. Listen, I may not have known Lucy as long as the rest of you, but I do know this—she's a fighter. She's going to do whatever it takes to stay alive until we find her."

Later

Wesley stood fixated on the board, staring intently at Rosalind's picture as Nolan silently stood beside him.

"Knight, Nolan," Harper's voice broke through their thoughts.

The brothers turned to see Harper approaching. "Grey wants to see us," she said.

The three of them made their way to Grey's office. Once inside, Nick was already pacing. "Rosalind's behind all of this! I need to talk to her!"

Nolan shut the door as Grey responded, "We tried that. It didn't go well. It was a waste of resources."

Nick's frustration boiled over. "This is my case!"

Grey held his ground, his tone firm. "Look, I know this is personal for you, and so does Rosalind. She's manipulating you, using every trick she can to hurt you. She went through a lot of trouble to set up that tableau of your wife."

Nick shot back, "And you're giving her what she wants by punishing me!"

Grey's voice rose, "Too bad! This comes straight from the Chief. You're too close to this, Nick. We need you here."

Nick's anger didn't abate. "Doing what? Answering the tip line with Tim and Jackson? It's a waste of time!"

Grey, now nearly shouting, countered, "Then go out and find something better!"

Nick stormed out, leaving Wesley, Nolan, and Harper with Grey.

Wesley stepped forward, his voice calm but resolute. "Sir, with all due respect, if there's even the slightest chance we can get something out of Rosalind, it's worth talking to her."

Grey nodded. "I agree. But Rosalind is fixated on punishing Armstrong. He was never going to get anything from her."

Wesley asked, "But you think I might?"

Harper interjected, "She likes you. Well, no... she's obsessed with you."

Wesley sighed. "Great."

Grey's tone was serious. "I know she's trying to hurt you too, but are you up for this challenge?"

Wesley didn't hesitate. "Sir, I'll do whatever it takes to find Lucy."

Grey nodded approvingly. "Good. I'll contact Sergeant Hernandez at the prison. I expect regular updates."

Harper added, "Yes, sir. Come on, Knight. We're taking KITT. Maybe Detective Waters will join us."

Grey nodded. "See if he's on board."

Wesley, Nolan, and Harper left the office and approached John at his desk. He looked up as they arrived. "Hey, what's going on?"

"We're going to talk to Rosalind. Want to come with us?" Wesley asked.

John didn't need to be asked twice. "You got it," he said, standing up and grabbing his jacket as they headed to KITT.

As they walked, John muttered, "I can't wait to get some payback against KARR."

Wesley, equally determined, added, "And I can't wait to take down Caleb."

Harper glanced at both of them, a mix of determination and caution in her voice. "Alright, boys, you're both good. Let's just get this done."

At the prison

Wesley, Nolan, Harper, and John followed closely behind Hernandez as they made their way through the prison corridors. Harper broke the silence. "So, what's your plan?"

Wesley replied, "I'm open to ideas. Rosalind's been toying with us from the start—pretending to make deals with the DA, planting that coded letter for Armstrong to find."

John chimed in, "Even a mislead could be useful. What she doesn't say might be just as telling as what she does."

Nolan frowned. "That doesn't make much sense."

Harper added, "We're just trying to be supportive. This isn't really our area."

Nolan softened. "No, it's not, but I appreciate it."

They finally reached Rosalind's cell. Hernandez knocked and called out, "Rosalind, visitors. You know the drill."

Wesley watched as Rosalind's hands appeared through the slot in the door, allowing Hernandez to secure the handcuffs.

"Step away from the door," Hernandez ordered.

Rosalind complied, and once she was clear, Hernandez unlocked the cell and swung the door open. Rosalind appeared, a twisted smile on her face. "Took you long enough."

Hernandez, keeping a tight grip on the situation, instructed, "Step back."

Rosalind moved back, still smiling as she locked eyes with Wesley. "On your knees," Hernandez commanded, and Rosalind, still grinning, lowered herself.

She looked up at Wesley with a mocking glint in her eye. "I remember this position well when we were having our fun. Right, Michael?"

Hernandez signaled the group to begin, and Wesley stepped forward.

Rosalind looked past him. "No Armstrong?"

Wesley shot back, "What, you wanted to make it a threesome?"

Rosalind's smirk deepened. "I love it when you talk dirty. So, what did Nick do when he found the letter I left for him? And I assume he found the package too? Did he cry? I know most women find it off-putting, but I enjoy it when a man cries."

Wesley remained unfazed. "I'm not here to talk about Armstrong. I'm here to discuss your favorite topic—yourself."

Rosalind's eyes gleamed with amusement. "You're upset. I get it. That pretty police officer is in trouble. It's all over the news. And by the way, you're reacting, I'd say she's your real girlfriend, not Detective Harper. She was just covering for you, wasn't she?"

Rosalind turned to Harper, adding, "Isn't that right, dear?"

Wesley leaned in, his voice cold. "You knew, didn't you?"

Rosalind grinned. "Of course I did. You never kissed Harper, not once. But I thought maybe you're the type to keep work and personal life separate. Then I saw you with the other one, and I knew. She was your girlfriend."

Wesley corrected her, "Fiancée."

Rosalind's smile widened. "Mazel tov."

Wesley's tone sharpened. "Then you understand why it's crucial I find her. I'm here to make you an offer."

Rosalind tilted her head, intrigued. "I'm listening."

Wesley leaned in closer. "Tell me who he is and where I can find him."

Rosalind feigned disinterest. "And why would I do that?"

Wesley didn't miss a beat. "To regain control. I saw your statement to the press. Sure, you project strength, but it's clear it's coming from a place of weakness."

Rosalind scoffed, and Wesley shot her a knowing look. "Don't scoff at me, beloved. I know you better than anyone."

Rosalind met his gaze, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them. "That you do, Michael."

Wesley pressed on. "You know Caleb is stealing your spotlight."

Rosalind's smile didn't waver. "Not at all, beloved. His kills are my kills."

Wesley shook his head. "That's not how the world sees it. He's the boogeyman now. Caleb's eclipsing you, and you know it. Soon, you'll be nothing more than a footnote."

Rosalind's eyes darkened. "I will never be an afterthought."

Wesley leaned back, his tone almost pitying. "Face it, Rose. You were an afterthought the moment I walked away."

John, Nolan, and Harper exchanged wide-eyed glances.

Wesley continued, "Yesterday was the last day you controlled this narrative. It's Caleb's show now. Unless, of course, you turn on him. Show him, show the world, that no one overshadows Rosalind Dyer. The Killer's girl."

Wesley straightened up, his eyes drifting to a box on a nearby shelf before returning to Rosalind. "I'll give you 30 minutes to think about it. After that, I'm gone. And so is all your leverage."

With that, Wesley turned and exited the cell, the others following him to a corner of the hallway.

Harper spoke first, "Looks like you might've gotten through to her."

Wesley nodded, though his tone was measured. "Maybe. But we might not even need her anymore."

Turning to Hernandez, Wesley asked, "Sergeant, has she received any packages recently?"

Hernandez nodded. "Only fan letters, but they're meticulously checked by the censors."

Wesley's eyes narrowed. "I saw some Bovetti chocolates in her cell. I'm guessing those aren't from the commissary."

Hernandez frowned. "No, they're not. Contraband like that makes its way in, even here on death row."

As Hernandez walked away, John spoke up. "That's how she's been communicating with Caleb. Notes hidden in contraband."

Wesley nodded. "We need to find out who's smuggling contraband into the prison. That's our link to Caleb."

Harper interjected, "It sounds good, but identifying the source of a criminal enterprise like that takes time—time we don't have."

Nolan's eyes lit up with a sudden realization. "I know someone who can find out with just one phone call."

Later

Wesley and Nolan stood by the window, deep in thought, when Harper and John approached.

"Hey," Harper began, breaking the silence. "Tim and Jackson hit a dead end with the smuggler. It's up to you now to get something from her that'll lead us to Lucy's whereabouts."

Wesley took a steadying breath. John offered a reassuring nod. "You can do this. You have a unique way of getting through to her."

Wesley exhaled sharply. "She's a psychopath who thrives on mind games and dismemberment."

Harper's response was firm. "Tough."

With that, Wesley turned and headed back to Rosalind's cell. Hernandez was already waiting, and he opened the door for him.

As Wesley entered, he found Rosalind on her knees, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "Time's up," Wesley said, his voice unwavering. "I need an answer. You've already proven your point with Caleb. Now give him to me and take back control."

Rosalind tilted her head, feigning innocence. "I'll give him to you, but I want one thing in return."

Wesley's eyes narrowed. "And what's that?"

Rosalind's gaze locked onto his. "I want to see The Killer in action. Promise me you'll kill Caleb, and I'll tell you where to find him—and KARR."

Wesley's expression shifted slightly. "You knew about KARR?"

Rosalind chuckled, clearly enjoying his reaction. "I didn't believe Caleb actually had a car like yours, but... he does. Maybe if you agree, you'll reach your friend Nick in time."

A flicker of confusion crossed Wesley's face. He glanced at Nolan, who quickly said, "I'll call him," before stepping away to make the call.

Turning back to Rosalind, Wesley made his decision. "Fine. I'll kill Caleb. You have my word."

Rosalind's smile widened, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "That's good... but I need to give Caleb time to grab Nick. So, we'll have to wait until he's back at the place where he took your precious Lucy."

Wesley's jaw tightened. "How long?"

Rosalind let out a sigh as if savoring the tension. "Not long. I'm sure he's already gotten to Nick by now."

After a tense ten-minute silence, Rosalind finally spoke. "Caleb should be back by now," she said, her tone laced with satisfaction. "But I'm not just going to hand him over. I'll give you a clue, and you'll have to decipher it."

Wesley's eyes narrowed. "What's the clue?" he demanded.

Rosalind's lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned closer, her eyes locking onto Wesley's with an unsettling intensity. "The place you're looking for... It's a house. One that was gifted to me, a long time ago. A sanctuary, really—where I could be myself, away from prying eyes. You know it well, Michael."

Wesley frowned, trying to piece together her cryptic words. "Where is it?"

She chuckled, clearly enjoying the game. "Think back to when we were... closer. A place that held my darkest secrets, and yours too, once. You know it. A house where the past lingers in every shadow."

Wesley's mind raced as memories from his time as "The Killer" surfaced—places he wished he could forget. Then it hit him. There was a house, hidden deep in the hills, far from the city. A place they once used as a safe house, a place no one would think to look.

"You mean the house in Kern County," Wesley said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rosalind's grin widened a twisted sort of triumph in her eyes. "That's the one. It's where Caleb will be waiting—with your friend and your precious Lucy. But you better hurry, Michael. Caleb's not as patient as I am."

Wesley's jaw tightened as he turned on his heel, marching out of the cell. There was no time to waste.

Harper and John were waiting just outside. "Did she give you anything?" Harper asked concern etched across her face.

Wesley nodded, already heading towards the exit. "She did. We're going to Kern County. That's where Caleb has Lucy and Nick."

John's expression hardened, and Harper exchanged a quick, tense glance with Nolan, who had just rejoined them.

"Let's move," Harper said, her tone brooking no argument.

As they rushed out of the prison, Wesley's mind was already focused on the confrontation to come. This time, it was personal. And this time, he was ready.

Later

On the road

Wesley gripped the steering wheel tightly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as KITT's dashboard lights flickered with concern. John sat in the passenger seat, his eyes darting between Wesley and the rapidly approaching landscape, while Nolan and Harper sat in tense silence in the back.

"Michael," KITT's voice cut through the tension, laced with a note of warning. "If you continue at this speed, I will be forced to take control."

Wesley's jaw tightened. "I'm going home, KITT."

"This isn't the way home, Michael," KITT responded his tone firm yet pleading.

Wesley's eyes narrowed. "Not that home, buddy."

John glanced at Wesley, noticing the subtle change in his appearance. The familiar uniform had been replaced by a green leather jacket and a pair of worn blue jeans—a stark contrast to the man they knew. "Can I ask why you changed?"

Wesley didn't take his eyes off the road. "Rosalind wants the Killer. She's going to get him."

"Michael," KITT interjected, "you are not a killer anymore."

Wesley's gaze softened momentarily as he looked at KITT's console, the familiar red light pulsing in rhythm with the car's hum. "I'm sorry, buddy. But to save Nick and Lucy, I have to be. Even if it means I get arrested afterward."

John leaned forward, his voice a mix of concern and urgency. "Wesley, man... don't do this. There's got to be another way."

Wesley's eyes hardened again, his voice cold and resolute. "It's too late. Caleb chose the wrong person to mess with. The Killer's back."

Harper and Nolan exchanged a worried glance in the backseat, the weight of Wesley's words settling heavily between them. They all knew the stakes were higher than ever, and that the man behind the wheel wasn't just Wesley Wick. He was the Killer, and this time, he wasn't holding back.

Wesley veered off the main highway, the asphalt giving way to the rugged dirt roads of Kern County. As dust kicked up behind them, he tightened his grip on the wheel. "KITT, switch to 4x4 mode," he commanded.

A brief, confirming beep sounded before KITT replied, "Switching to 4x4 mode."

In an instant, KITT's sleek Mustang frame began to shift and transform. Panels realigned, tires broadened, and within moments, the vehicle had morphed into a robust Ford F-150, built to tackle the rough terrain. The truck drifted smoothly around the bend, handling the dirt road with ease.

"Transformation complete," KITT announced, his voice as calm as ever.

John stared in disbelief at the now fully transformed vehicle. "I don't remember KITT being able to do that," he muttered, still trying to process what he'd just witnessed.

KITT responded before Wesley could. "It's a new feature, Johnathon, added after you recommended Michael as my driver."

John shook his head with a mix of amazement and resignation. "Of course."

Later

At the location

KITT pulled up to the house, its headlights illuminating a menacing sight—a black Mustang with yellow LEDs glowing ominously in the darkness.

Wesley brought KITT to a halt and issued the command, "KITT, switch to Normal Mode."

A confirming beep echoed through the cabin before KITT responded, "Switching to Normal Mode." In a fluid transformation, the rugged Ford F-150 morphed back into KITT's familiar form: the sleek Mustang Super Snake.

Wesley glanced at John, his eyes steely with determination. "You ready to take on KARR while I handle Caleb?"

John's grin was fierce. "Do I ever."

Wesley gave KITT a final look. "Take care of them, KITT," he said, pulling out his Safari Arms Matchmaster.

KITT's voice was unwavering. "Of course, Michael."

As Wesley stepped out, the two vehicles revved, signaling the beginning of a deadly confrontation. KITT and KARR roared toward each other, engines screaming. Just as they were about to collide, KARR transformed, towering over KITT as a massive, menacing robot. "I am KARR!" the machine boomed, swinging a powerful robotic arm at KITT.

The impact sent KITT skidding to the right, and John gripped the wheel, quickly regaining control. He stared down KARR, the situation dire.

"KITT, what's our status?" John demanded.

KITT's voice was strained. "Johnathon, my nano-skin isn't responding. I can't take another hit like that."

John's face hardened. "Doesn't matter. We're in this fight. Do you still have your mechanical functions?"

"Affirmative," KITT replied.

"Good," John said, his voice steady. "KITT, strap us in."

"Occupant restraint system active," KITT confirmed as the safety restraints tightened around John, Nolan, and Harper.

With renewed determination, John turned KITT back toward KARR, ready for the next round.

KARR's voice thundered, "I must merge with you, Johnathon Waters. KITT must die!" He unleashed a barrage of machine-gun fire, bullets tearing through the air toward KITT.

KITT's nano-skin managed to deflect most of the bullets, but soon, the relentless assault began to penetrate, puncturing the hood.

Thinking quickly, John maneuvered KITT, driving him under KARR's towering form. As KARR spun to track them, KITT drifted sharply, turning to face his monstrous adversary once more.

KARR's voice resonated with sinister determination, "And then you and I will become one! It is our destiny."

John's voice was full of defiance. "I've got a different destiny for you."

Meanwhile, Wesley sprinted toward the house. Without breaking stride, he dove through a window, rolling to his feet just in time to see Caleb holding a gun to Nick's head.

In a split second, Wesley fired, disarming Caleb with a precise shot. Caleb quickly ducked behind a wall as Wesley emptied his magazine into it, forcing him to stay pinned.

Wesley slid across the floor, taking cover behind a barrel. Nick, scrambling for safety, flipped a table over to shield himself.

"So this is what you used to be like, huh, Knight?" Nick said, a mix of awe and concern in his voice.

Wesley, reloading his gun, shot him a glance. "Not now, Nick. I've got an asshole to kill."

From behind his cover, Caleb's voice rang out, "How did you find me!?"

Wesley shouted back, "Rosalind gave you up! And she wants me to kill you!"

Caleb's laugh echoed through the room. "I knew this was coming. She always did speak highly of the Killer."

Both men peeked out from their covers simultaneously, guns drawn. They fired at the same time, their bullets colliding in mid-air with a metallic clink, canceling each other out.

Taking cover once again, both Wesley and Caleb prepared for the next move, the tension between them building as they anticipated the final showdown.

The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the acrid scent of gunpowder. Wesley and Caleb, both seasoned killers, knew this was a battle that would end only when one of them was dead.

Caleb, still hiding behind the wall, called out, "You know, Knight, you've got a reputation, but I've seen what happens when the legend meets reality. And right now, you're just a man, bleeding like everyone else."

Wesley crouched low behind the barrel and smirked. "You're right, Caleb. I am just a man. But that's what makes me dangerous. I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Caleb made a sudden move, rolling out from behind the wall and firing off a rapid series of shots. Wesley anticipated the move, diving to the side and returning fire, the bullets chipping away at the furniture and walls around them.

One of Wesley's shots grazed Caleb's arm, causing him to hiss in pain. "You still got it, I'll give you that!" Caleb snarled, clutching his wound.

Wesley didn't waste words. He pressed the advantage, moving quickly to a new position behind an overturned table. He fired again, this time aiming lower, forcing Caleb to abandon his cover and retreat further into the house.

With John

John's eyes were locked on KARR as the monstrous machine sped toward them, its intentions clear. Harper, gripping the seat, glanced at John with a mix of concern and disbelief.

"Are you trying to get us killed?" she demanded, her voice tense.

John kept his gaze forward, his expression determined. "Not today."

As KARR fired rockets straight at them, John's reflexes kicked in. "Ski-Mode, now!"

KITT responded instantly, tilting onto two wheels with a smooth, precise motion, narrowly avoiding the rockets. The projectiles whizzed past, exploding in a fiery blast behind them. The shockwave rocked KITT, but John held steady, the car gracefully balancing on its side.

KARR's voice boomed, filled with mechanical fury. "You can't keep dodging forever, Johnathon! You were meant to be my driver. Together, we will be unstoppable. It is our destiny!"

John clenched his jaw, his focus unwavering. "Destiny? I make my own."

With a swift command, John barked, "KITT, target KARR. Fire!"

KITT's hood slid open, revealing a concealed minigun. The weapon sprang to life, unleashing a hail of bullets directly at KARR. The rounds slammed into KARR's armor, sparking off the metallic beast as it struggled to maintain its relentless advance.

KARR, momentarily staggered, roared in defiance, "This won't stop me, Johnathon! You were always meant to be part of me!"

John smirked, his confidence growing. "Sorry, KARR, but I've got other plans."

As the minigun continued to fire, KITT's precision targeting began to take its toll on KARR, forcing him to retreat slightly. John knew this was their chance to turn the tide.

"We've got him on the ropes, KITT. Let's finish this."

With Wesley

Caleb dashed into the next room, slamming the door shut behind him. Wesley followed, kicking the door open with a powerful thrust. The door splintered, and Wesley entered the dimly lit room, his gun sweeping from side to side as he searched for Caleb.

Suddenly, Caleb emerged from behind a pillar, charging at Wesley with a knife in hand. Wesley barely had time to react, blocking the first slash with his forearm and striking back with a hard punch to Caleb's face.

The knife clattered to the floor as the two men grappled, their fists pounding into each other with brutal force. Wesley landed a solid hit to Caleb's ribs, but Caleb responded with an elbow to Wesley's jaw, staggering him.

They both fell to the ground, rolling and wrestling for control. Caleb managed to get on top, his hands wrapped around Wesley's throat, squeezing with all his might. Wesley's vision started to blur as he struggled for air.

But Wesley wasn't finished. Summoning his last reserves of strength, he reached for the fallen knife, gripping it tightly. With a swift and desperate motion, he plunged the blade into Caleb's side.

Caleb's eyes widened in shock and pain. His grip on Wesley's throat loosened as he gasped for breath, blood seeping through his clothes. Wesley shoved Caleb off him, standing up as Caleb crumpled to the floor.

Wesley looked down at his opponent, his breathing ragged. Caleb coughed, spitting blood, but managed a twisted grin. "Looks like... the legend... wins," he rasped.

Wesley stared at him coldly. "You were never going to win this, Caleb. Not against me. Not today."

Wesley aimed his gun at the wounded Caleb, his hands steady despite the chaos. He fired four rapid shots, each one landing with precision—two into Caleb's shoulder and two into his sides. The impact forced Caleb to stagger, his face contorted in pain.

Caleb grunted, trying to maintain his defiant smirk. "You'll never find her, Killer."

Wesley's eyes narrowed. "And it looks like you'll never see Rosalind again."

Without hesitation, Wesley steadied his aim and shot Caleb in the head. The bullet struck with a sharp crack, and Caleb's smirk vanished instantly. His eyes lost their life, and he slumped forward, his body going limp as the final breath escaped his lips.

Wesley stood over him, breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on the man who had tried to destroy everything he cared about. The silence of the room settled around him, a stark contrast to the violence that had just unfolded.

He holstered his gun and turned back toward the door. "It's over, Nick," he called out. "Let's get you out of here."

Nick, who had been hiding behind the overturned table, slowly emerged, his face pale but relieved. "Wesley... you really are something else."

Wesley gave a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Let's just go home, Nick. I've had enough killing for one day."

As Wesley and Nick emerged from the house, they were greeted by the sight of KITT and KARR locked in a fierce battle.

Nick's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell is going on?"

Wesley's expression hardened. "This is bad. Really bad."

KITT unleashed a powerful laser beam, striking KARR's side. KARR recoiled with a pained groan, "No! I will not lose today!" In a swift move, he reverted from his giant robot form and sped off.

KITT's voice was urgent as he shouted after him, "Don't run, KARR! Let's finish this!"

KARR's defiant reply echoed back, "Maybe next time, KITT." As he sped away, he left a cloud of smoke and dirt, his voice trailing, "I'll see you next time, Michael Knight and Johnathon Waters."

Wesley and Nick raced to KITT. Wesley's voice was sharp with concern. "KITT!"

KITT's reassuring voice responded, "I'm okay, Michael."

Wesley exhaled with relief, "Good."

He turned to Nick with urgency. "Where's Lucy?"

Nick grimaced, "Caleb said he buried her somewhere on the property."

Wesley immediately addressed KITT. "KITT, use the satellite to scan for any heat signatures besides us."

KITT acknowledged, "Copy that, Michael."

KITT's voice cut through the tension, "Michael, I've detected a heat signature approximately three miles from the house, buried beneath the dirt."

Wesley's eyes widened with urgency. "KITT, switch to 4x4 Mode."

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

The sleek Mustang transformed into a rugged Ford F-150 truck, its exterior adjusting to handle the rough terrain. The vehicle's robust wheels and elevated stance prepared it for the challenging drive ahead.

Wesley and Nick quickly climbed into KITT, and as Wesley took the wheel, he glanced at Nick. "We need to move fast."

Nick nodded, bracing himself as KITT roared to life, surging forward. Wesley expertly navigated the dirt road, the vehicle expertly handling the rugged terrain.

KITT's voice came through, steady and focused. "Michael, recalibrating trajectory to the heat signature. Estimated time of arrival: two minutes."

Wesley tightened his grip on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Let's make sure we find her before it's too late."

With the powerful engine roaring and the terrain shifting beneath them, KITT and Wesley raced toward the heat signature, determined to locate Lucy and bring her back to safety.

Wesley pulled up the satellite footage on the windshield, his HUD displaying the rapidly fading heat signature. The urgency in his movements increased as he saw they were getting close. He slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the truck.

His eyes immediately caught sight of Lucy's ring glinting in the dirt. Wesley's heart sank as he fell to his knees, clutching the ring and staring at it, the weight of his fear hitting him hard.

Determined, he sprang up and began frantically kicking at the dirt, his frustration and desperation driving him. His boots pounded the ground until he struck something solid. A metallic thud resonated through the earth. Wesley whipped around to KITT, shouting, "I found her! I found her!"

Wesley dropped back to his knees and started clearing away the dirt with frantic energy. Harper, Nolan, Nick, and John rushed out of the truck and joined him, digging with urgency.

KITT's voice cut through the chaos, "Michael, backup is en route to the house."

Wesley glanced at KITT and said, "They're going to be disappointed to find Caleb is dead."

Harper's voice held disbelief, "I can't believe you killed him."

Wesley, tears in his eyes, replied, "I did what I had to do."

As the hole grew larger, Wesley exposed a metal lid beneath the dirt. With a grunt of effort, he pried it off and tossed it aside. The team quickly pulled Lucy from the barrel, but Wesley's heart sank when he saw her still form.

He checked her pulse and found she wasn't breathing. Without hesitation, Wesley began chest compressions, his tears mingling with the dirt as he worked desperately to revive her. "Lucy, come back to me. Come on," he pleaded.

After a moment, Wesley stopped to give her two breaths. Harper took over with chest compressions again. Wesley continued to breathe into her mouth, desperation etched in his features.

Lucy gasped suddenly, her eyes fluttering open. The team let out a collective sigh of relief. Wesley held her head up, tears streaming down his face as Lucy cried into his chest. "Michael..." she whispered.

Wesley rocked her gently, his tears falling freely. He kissed her forehead, his voice trembling with emotion. "It's okay. It's okay, I've got you. I've got you, baby. Caleb won't hurt you again. He won't ever." He continued to sway her, holding her close, determined to keep her safe and sound.

Wesley held Lucy close, his emotions raw, but he quickly composed himself and turned to KITT.

"KITT, we need an ambulance—now! Get one to our location immediately!" Wesley shouted, his voice cracking with urgency.

KITT's lights flashed in acknowledgment. "Understood, Michael. I am contacting emergency services."

As KITT made the call, Wesley stayed by Lucy's side, gently rocking her and whispering words of comfort. Harper, Nolan, and Nick continued to help clear the area, their efforts coordinated and efficient.

Minutes felt like hours, but soon the distant sound of sirens grew louder. Wesley looked up, hope filling his eyes as the flashing lights of the ambulance came into view. The paramedics quickly arrived, taking in the scene and moving with practiced efficiency.

One of the paramedics knelt beside Wesley, assessing Lucy's condition. "We're going to take care of her," the medic said, offering a reassuring nod. "We need to get her stabilized and to the hospital."

Wesley reluctantly allowed the medics to take Lucy from his arms. As they carefully placed her on the stretcher, he stayed close, his gaze never leaving her face. The paramedics worked quickly, ensuring Lucy was stable and prepared for transport.

Wesley, Harper, Nolan, and Nick watched as the ambulance doors closed. The team fell silent, the weight of the day's events settling in. Wesley's hands were still shaking, but his determination to protect Lucy remained unwavering.

Wesley looked to KITT, his voice resolute. "KITT, follow the ambulance. I'm going to the hospital."

KITT's engine roared to life. "Affirmative, Michael. We'll get there as quickly as possible."

As KITT smoothly transitioned into follow mode, Wesley climbed in, his heart heavy but focused. The journey to the hospital was tense, but he was determined to stay by Lucy's side and ensure she received the care she needed.

At the hospital

At the hospital, Wesley paced anxiously in the waiting room. The sterile environment and the constant beeping of medical equipment only heightened his nerves. The doctor approached him with a solemn expression, his face lined with concern.

"Mr. Knight?" the doctor said gently.

Wesley looked up, his eyes red and tired. "How is she?" he asked, his voice trembling.

The doctor took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "We've done everything we can, but... I'm afraid we lost the baby. Lucy sustained multiple injuries while she was captured, and the trauma was too severe."

Wesley's heart sank as the words hit him like a punch. "No... no, that can't be right," he stammered. "She... she was supposed to be okay."

The doctor's face was filled with sympathy. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Knight. We did our best, but the damage was extensive. Lucy's stable now, but the loss is... profound."

Wesley's legs gave out, and he slid down the wall, his entire body shaking. The reality of the situation hit him with full force, and he buried his face in his hands. The pain was unbearable, a crushing weight that seemed to take his breath away.

Tears streamed down his face, his sobs echoing softly in the quiet hallway. He could hear the distant sounds of hospital staff and the muffled voices of other patients, but it all felt distant and unreal.

Harper, Nolan, and Nick stood nearby, their faces filled with anguish as they watched Wesley's heartbreak unfold. They wanted to offer comfort, but the weight of the news left them feeling helpless.

The doctor placed a hand on Wesley's shoulder, offering a final word of sympathy. "If you need anything, we're here to help. Please take the time you need."

Wesley barely registered the doctor's words, his world narrowed to the overwhelming grief of losing their child. The pain was all-consuming, and he remained huddled on the floor, struggling to find solace amid his sorrow.

Nolan hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached his brother. He had seen Wesley in many situations, but nothing prepared him for this moment of raw, unfiltered grief.

Nolan knelt beside Wesley, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Wesley," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "I'm here. It's going to be okay. We're going to get through this."

Wesley looked up, his face streaked with tears, his eyes wide and filled with a pain that seemed too deep to express. "No... no, Nolan. It's not okay. It's not okay!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion.

Nolan pulled Wesley into a tight embrace, trying to offer what comfort he could. "I know, Wesley. I know it's not okay. I'm so sorry," he said, his own voice breaking. He held his brother close, feeling the weight of Wesley's grief as it washed over them both.

Wesley's cries grew more intense as he clung to Nolan, his sobs echoing through the corridor. "We lost the baby," he choked out, his voice muffled against Nolan's shoulder. "We lost our baby, John. It's all my fault!"

Nolan held Wesley tighter, his own tears mingling with his brother's. "No, it's not your fault. None of this is your fault," he said firmly, though his voice was filled with emotion. "We're going to get through this together. You're not alone."

The two brothers remained locked in their embrace, the grief was palpable as they both struggled to process the overwhelming loss. The hospital corridor, with its sterile lights and distant sounds, seemed to fade away as they found solace in each other's presence.

Harper and Nick watched from a distance, their hearts heavy with sympathy for Wesley. They knew that, at this moment, words would do little to ease the pain. All they could do was offer their support and hope that, in time, the healing would begin.

John pulled Harper into a tight hug as she buried her face in his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It's okay, Nyla. It's gonna be okay," he murmured soothingly, gently rubbing her back.

Nick shook his head slowly, his expression grim. "I wonder how Lucy took the news," he said, his voice filled with concern.

John looked at Nick, his own sadness evident. "Probably not well," he replied quietly. "She's probably feeling just as devastated as Michael." He continued to hold Harper close, his eyes reflecting the weight of the situation and the deep empathy he felt for his friends.

The next day

Wesley sat quietly in a chair beside Lucy's hospital bed, his gaze fixed on her. The weight of the day pressed heavily on him, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her side.

KITT's voice crackled through Wesley's earpiece. "Michael? My bio-sensors indicate that you're not in the best shape. Are you sure you don't want to go home, take a shower, and change clothes?"

Wesley let out a weary sigh. "I'm sure, KITT. I need to be here."

KITT persisted gently, "Michael..."

Wesley cut him off, his voice strained. "KITT, I'm not up for a chat right now. Can we talk later?"

"Understood, Michael," KITT responded. "I'll check in with you later." The voice faded from the earpiece, leaving Wesley alone with his thoughts as he continued to watch over Lucy.

Lucy slowly opened her eyes and turned her head toward Wesley, who was sitting beside her with a tender smile.

"Mm," she murmured, then chuckled softly. "It's good to see you. I was so scared I'd never see you again."

Wesley moved his chair closer to her bed. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here with you because I love you."

Lucy's smile grew. "I love you too."

She glanced down at her stomach, her expression clouding with sadness. "I can't believe we lost the baby."

Wesley's voice wavered with emotion. "Neither can I. I'm so sorry. I should have been with you, not letting you go out alone."

Lucy reached out to him. "We couldn't have known, honey."

Wesley gently brushed the hair from her face, his eyes filled with sorrow as he took in her bruised features. "I should have known. I was so close to him, and something told me he wasn't right, but... I couldn't see it because you wanted a friend."

Lucy's gaze softened. "I love you, Michael."

Wesley's voice was barely a whisper. "I love you, Lucy."

He took her hand in his, holding it close, and pressed a tender kiss to it, his eyes never leaving hers.

Lucy looked at Wesley, her voice soft with concern. "Have you been here all night?"

Wesley nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah."

Before Lucy could respond, Grace walked into the room, her expression bright. "Glad to see you're awake!"

"Hey," Lucy greeted her.

Grace continued, "You just missed Rachel. She said she'd be back after work, so..."

Lucy's brows furrowed. "Oh. Does that mean I'll be in the hospital for a while?"

Grace nodded. "Probably until tomorrow. We need to get you rehydrated and make sure nothing unexpected pops up. You know, you're very lucky."

Lucy sighed. "Mm. I don't feel lucky."

She turned to Wesley, curiosity in her eyes. "How did you find me?"

Wesley opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, Nolan walked in, a mischievous grin on his face and something hidden behind his back. "Uh, that was all my genius policing skills."

Lucy chuckled. "Is that so?"

Nolan revealed a giant teddy bear, nearly as big as him. "It was the biggest one I could find."

Lucy burst into laughter. "Oh, my God. I should hope so! I'm gonna need a bigger place for that."

Wesley shook his head, feigning seriousness. "Uh... no, no. He's not taking the twins' room or our room."

As they laughed, Jackson entered with a bouquet of flowers. "Hey."

Lucy's face lit up. "Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed, admiring the flowers.

She glanced at the bear and said, "Well, he is a she, Mike, and she's going to sleep with us in our bed since I'm terrified to be alone without some comfort."

The group nodded in agreement. Lucy smiled and asked, "So, is this the kind of support and understanding I can look forward to from now on?"

Nolan grabbed the teddy bear's head and nodded it comically. "Absolutely."

Wesley grinned. "Pretty much."

Lucy laughed, the sound lightening the room. "That's great. That's really good." She chuckled again, feeling the warmth of her friends around her.

Wesley leaned in, his voice gentle. "You hungry?"

Lucy's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yeah. I'm starving. You know what I really want to eat right now?"

Wesley reached into a bag and pulled out a wrapped meal, holding it out with a knowing smile. "Veggie burger and fries, extra pickles?"

Lucy's smile widened, touched by the gesture. "You know me so well."

Wesley's voice was tender. "I hope I do."

Lucy and Wesley exchanged a warm, knowing smile as she unwrapped her meal. Wesley watched as Lucy took her first bite, her expression softening with each taste. He couldn't help but smile back, the simple moment of shared comfort bringing a sense of peace between them.

To be continued...