With Wesley

Wesley entered the bedroom to find Lucy carefully applying makeup over the tattoo Caleb had marked her with. Without a word, he walked over and gently took the makeup from her hand.

Lucy, feeling vulnerable, murmured, "Wes, no..."

But Wesley dipped his fingers into the makeup and carefully concealed the tattoo himself, his touch tender and reassuring.

As he worked, Lucy let out a sigh of relief. "Oh. I'm sorry."

Wesley glanced at her, his voice soft but firm. "Hey, it's going to be okay. Jackson and Johnny are in the living room."

Lucy nodded, her voice tinged with gratitude. "Yeah. I love that they're here to show their support."

Wesley smiled, finishing the last stroke of makeup. "I know you do."

He stepped back to admire his work. "There. Finished."

Lucy looked at the covered tattoo and then back at Wesley, her eyes filled with appreciation. "Thank you," she said quietly, pulling her shirt back down.

After Lucy pulled her shirt down, Wesley didn't say a word. Instead, he reached out and gently pulled her into his arms, holding her close. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, and Lucy instinctively wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest.

Wesley rested his chin on her head, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. "You don't have to face any of this alone," he whispered.

Lucy tightened her grip on him, taking in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I know," she murmured. "I just... I don't want to feel weak."

"You're not weak, Lucy," Wesley said, his voice filled with quiet conviction. "You're the strongest person I know. And I'm here for you, always."

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Wesley smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Luckily, you don't have to find out." He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "We're in this together, every step of the way."

Lucy pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Wesley's eyes, her own filled with sorrow. "I wish the baby were still here," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I wish we hadn't lost them. I can't help but feel like it's my fault."

Wesley's heart ached to hear the pain in her voice. He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to fall. "Lucy, it's not your fault," he said firmly, but with all the tenderness he could muster. "You got hurt because of what Caleb did. None of this is on you."

She shook her head, trying to fight the overwhelming guilt that had been gnawing at her. "But if I had been more careful if I hadn't gone alone..."

Wesley stopped her, pressing his forehead against hers. "You didn't do anything wrong," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "You didn't ask for any of this to happen. What happened to our baby wasn't something you could control. You were just trying to survive, and you did. That's what matters."

Lucy's tears flowed more freely now, and she let herself cry, her grief finally breaking through. "I wanted this baby so much," she sobbed. "I wanted to be a mother..."

Wesley held her tighter, his own eyes welling up. "I know," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I wanted it too. But we still have each other, Lucy. And when the time is right, we'll try again. We'll have that family we dreamed of. But right now, I need you to remember that I love you more than anything, and I'm so grateful that you're here with me."

She nodded against him, her tears starting to slow as she clung to his words. "I love you too, Wesley," she whispered, her voice a little steadier. "And I'm so thankful for you."

They stood there in the quiet of their room, holding each other close, the weight of their loss shared between them but made lighter by the strength of their love.

Lucy and Wesley stepped out into the living room just in time to hear Nolan asking Jackson, "So, when can she have it removed?"

Without missing a beat, Lucy responded, "Four weeks, two days, nine hours," her tone light, though the weight of the timeline hung in the air.

Nolan turned to them with a warm smile, holding up a plate of donuts. "For your first day back, I thought you could use a little sugar and some carbs."

Lucy smiled appreciatively. "Oh, that's sweet."

Jackson grinned and added, "Literally."

Nolan chuckled, then asked, "So, are you ready?"

"Absolutely," Lucy replied confidently. "The doctor signed off on the physical, the department shrink cleared me mentally, and the doctor also mentioned that Wes and I could try for another baby after three months. They want us to wait until I'm not stressed out to try again. Oh, but could you do me a favor?"

"Anything," Nolan said, his expression earnest.

Lucy hesitated for a moment, then asked, "I just don't want everybody clapping during roll call, so—"

Wesley cut in gently, "Honey, I'm sorry, but that's tradition. You survived something like that, and they're going to want to show their respect."

Lucy looked at him, her eyes pleading, and Wesley softened. "But... I'll see what I can do."

Lucy gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you."

Jackson shifted the conversation, turning to Nolan. "Hey, did Henry and Abigail make it in last night?"

Nolan nodded. "Yeah, they did. They've got a whole list of wedding venues they need to check out."

"Fun," Jackson said with a smirk.

But Lucy caught the slight hesitation in Nolan's voice and asked, "No?"

Nolan sighed, a mix of nostalgia and reality weighing on him. "No, yes. I mean, yes, it's just... It's a lot to take in, you know? It feels like only yesterday Henry was this little kid, perched on my shoulders, gripping onto my hair with his tiny hands."

"Aww, that's sweet," Lucy said, her smile warm.

Nolan nodded, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, except he was a bit of a puker. That smell? Not easy to get out of your hair."

Jackson grimaced. "Ew."

Wesley finished his coffee with a chuckle. "Well, I'm just glad Nora and Mason aren't pukers."

At the station

As Wesley walked into the bullpen in his uniform, the weight of the past few days still hung over him. Harper spotted him immediately and made her way over, her expression unreadable.

"Hey," she started, "So, what's your plan?"

Wesley glanced at her, confused. "For what?"

"Officer Chen," Harper clarified, her tone direct. "I'm sure you've got some alpha strategy to get her 'back on the horse.' So, what is it?"

Wesley straightened, his voice firm. "Standard input overload. Force her to push through dynamic engagements. Hone in her fight-or-flight response."

Harper raised an eyebrow. "So, basically, get her into as many fights as possible."

"I'm going to remind her that she's a cop, not a victim," Wesley stated, his words clipped.

Harper scoffed, shaking her head. "She knows she's not a victim. Look, Chen doesn't need to fight; she needs to make peace with the voice inside her head telling her she's never gonna be safe again."

Wesley's jaw tightened. "I've been training rookies a lot longer than you. I know what she needs."

"That's your ego talking," Harper said, her gaze steady.

"This has nothing to do with ego," Wesley snapped back.

Harper softened slightly. "Did you talk with the station-assigned therapist too?"

Wesley sighed, "I kind of had to."

Harper's voice lowered, filled with understanding. "What happened to Chen and you... it's every couple's worst fear."

"I'm aware of that," Wesley said quietly.

"But you've never lived that fear," Harper pressed, her voice gentle but firm.

Wesley's eyes flashed. "Excuse me? When I first joined the Fraternity, I was told I had to do everything I was told or I'd be killed. I know that fear, Harper, because I've lived it."

Harper didn't flinch. "You have. But you didn't go through what Lucy went through. It's clear you have her best interests at heart, but I'm just asking you to consider if she might be better served by someone who's been through what she has."

Wesley's expression softened as realization dawned. "And let me guess... that someone is you."

Harper nodded.

Wesley hesitated, his voice wavering. "I don't want to let her out of my sight, Harper."

"I'm not going to let anything happen to her, Mike. But she needs this. Please, let me help her."

Wesley opened his mouth to protest, but Harper cut him off. "I know you're scared. You never want to leave her side again, but she doesn't need a protector. She needs to know you'll always have her back."

Wesley looked away, struggling with his emotions. "I wasn't trying to be a protector, Harper. I just—"

Harper interrupted again, her voice softening. "I know. You blame yourself for letting her go when she asked to hang out with a friend. That's why I think you need some time to think and not work with Chen."

"But..." Wesley started, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"No buts," Harper insisted gently. "Just... let me help her."

Wesley finally nodded, though the decision weighed heavily on him. "Okay. I'll... I'll tell Grey to make the s—switch."

Harper placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I'll look after her. Don't worry." And with that, she walked away, leaving Wesley alone with his thoughts.

Wesley sighed deeply, staring at the space where Harper had stood, not quite sure what to do next.

Later

In the briefing room

Wesley sat down, staring blankly ahead, unusually quiet. Tim, seated next to him, noticed immediately.

"Mike," Tim said, his voice laced with concern, "you okay? You're quiet."

Wesley's fingers fidgeted as he absentmindedly twirled his thumbs, offering no response.

Tim glanced at Harper and Lopez across the room, both of whom shrugged, equally puzzled by Wesley's sudden change in demeanor. The silence stretched on, and Tim grew more concerned.

"Wes," Tim pressed gently, "what's wrong?"

Wesley let out a low groan, frustration lacing his words. "Nothing. Now, please leave me alone."

Tim raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the blunt response. "You always want to talk. What's going on?"

Wesley's tone sharpened, his patience thinning. "I said nothing, Tim. Okay? Just leave me alone."

Taken aback, Tim held up his hands in surrender, the tension thick in the air. "Alright. Just... let me know if you want to talk."

"Sure," Wesley muttered, his voice flat. He continued staring forward, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly, lost in his thoughts as Tim watched him with growing concern.

Wesley watched as Lucy entered the bullpen, and the room erupted into applause, officers cheering her return. He smiled softly, knowing he hadn't told them to hold back on the clapping. Deep down, he understood Lucy needed to face this moment head-on.

Tim noticed the slight change in Wesley's demeanor and figured it had everything to do with Lucy. His face brightened, a subtle relief washing over him.

Grey approached Lucy with a nod of acknowledgment. "Welcome back, Officer Chen. How're you feeling?"

Lucy gave a determined smile. "Can't wait to get back on the streets, sir. Just want things to feel normal again."

"Good to hear," Grey replied. "We're going to mix things up a bit, though. You'll be riding with Harper this week. Nolan, you and your ride-along are with Knight."

Wesley blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Wait... ride-along?"

Ignoring his confusion, Grey turned to Jackson. "Officer West, did you enjoy the red carpet last night?"

Jackson's eyes widened. "What? How did you know I was on a red carpet—"

"LAPD Media Relations sent me a link," Grey said, pulling out his phone. He played a video clip, and a TV announcer's voice echoed through the room. "And now some hot goss from 'Hot Suspect' star Sterling Freeman. TV's favorite cop has been hitting the town with real-life LAPD Officer Jackson West. Looks like these cops should call the fire department, 'cause it's getting hot in here!"

The bullpen burst into laughter. Harper, Lopez, Tim, and Wesley all tried to keep their reactions in check, glancing at the ground to hide their smirks.

Jackson groaned. "Okay, laugh it up. I also gained 10,000 new Instagram followers overnight, so—"

Grey raised an eyebrow. "West, the only followers you need to worry about are your superiors. Keep that in mind next time you hit the town."

Jackson nodded sheepishly. "Yes, sir."

"That's it," Grey said to the room. "Stay safe out there."

As the officers began to file out, Wesley walked over to Nolan, his expression unreadable. "John, you scheduled a ride-along without clearing it with your TO first?"

Nolan looked surprised but held his ground. "No, sir. I cleared it with Detective Harper. She said it was fine."

Wesley sighed in frustration, glancing over to see Harper walking away with a sly smile. "Of course she did... because she knew she wasn't riding with you today."

Wesley leaned against a nearby table, exasperated. "Alright, so who's the lucky guest I'm saddled with?"

Nolan gestured toward the corner. "Abigail, right over there."

Wesley looked over, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You've got to be kidding me. She's like nine pounds. I'm not in the mood to babysit and chase down lame calls today."

Nolan shrugged. "I think Abigail would benefit from seeing the grittier side of police work."

"You don't want her to be a cop," Wesley observed dryly.

"I'm just concerned about her suitability," Nolan admitted. "Maybe showing her the reality of what she'd be signing up for will give her clarity."

Wesley smirked, a trace of mischief in his tone. "No problem. I'd love to scare a rookie off today. It might make me feel better."

Nolan chuckled as the two men walked toward Abigail. She stood and smiled. "Hey, Mike. Good to see you again."

Wesley's expression hardened. "My name is Officer Knight. You will address me only as Officer Knight. Do you understand?"

Abigail started to speak but stopped herself, nodding quickly. "Yes, sir. Officer Knight."

"Did you sign the liability waiver?" Wesley asked, his tone flat.

Abigail nodded again. "Yes, sir."

"Good," Wesley continued. "Then you understand you could be injured, maimed, paralyzed, burned, or killed during this ride-along."

Abigail gave a nervous chuckle. "I mean, yeah... sure."

"We're not tour guides," Wesley said bluntly. "We're the police. We drive toward gunshots. If that's going to be a problem, now's your chance to back out."

Abigail straightened. "No problem at all. Let's go find some gunshots."

She walked toward the motor pool, leaving Wesley and Nolan exchanging glances.

Wesley sighed and followed after her. Abigail glanced back and asked, "Which one's yours again?"

Wesley pointed toward the Mustang. "That one."

Abigail raised an eyebrow. "I thought your car was a patrol car."

Wesley rolled his eyes. "First of all, we don't call them 'patrol cars.' It's our shop."

"Right. Our shop," Abigail repeated, correcting herself.

"KITT, switch to Police Mode," Wesley commanded.

KITT's voice responded, "Initiating Police Mode."

The Mustang's sleek panels shifted and morphed, transforming into a fully equipped Crown Victoria patrol car in a matter of seconds.

"Transformation complete," KITT announced.

Wesley opened the back door. "Get in."

Abigail hesitated for a second but then climbed in, her excitement still intact.

Wesley walked around to the driver's seat as Nolan opened the passenger door. Both men settled in as KITT's system powered up.

"Occupant restraint system active," KITT confirmed.

Wesley glanced at Nolan, both of them mentally preparing for whatever the day would bring.

Later

On the road

Wesley drove KITT down the road, the hum of the engine filling the car. Abigail sat quietly in the back, while Nolan occupied the passenger seat, glancing between them.

KITT's voice broke the silence. "Michael, is everything okay? Why isn't Lucy with us today?"

Wesley, keeping his eyes on the road, replied, "She's not riding with us this week, KITT."

KITT sounded almost disappointed. "I was looking forward to working with her again."

A faint smile tugged at Wesley's lips as he patted KITT's dashboard. "Me too, pal. Me too."

KITT's tone shifted, more analytical. "Michael, I've scanned your vitals, and you're not quite yourself today. Are you sure you're alright?"

Wesley sighed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "As all right as I can be, KITT."

From the back seat, Abigail chimed in, her curiosity evident. "It's true. You do seem different. Are you sure you're okay, Officer Knight?"

Wesley kept his gaze forward, voice low. "I'm fine. It's just... first day back since the incident."

Abigail hesitated, then asked, "What incident?"

Nolan shifted uncomfortably and intervened, "Abigail, maybe now's not the best time to ask about that."

"Why not?" she pressed, her concern growing. "Is that why he's upset?"

Nolan sighed, casting a wary glance at Wesley. "It might be. And that's exactly why it's not a good idea to bring it up right now."

The car fell into an uneasy silence, with only the soft hum of KITT and the road beneath them filling the air.

The quiet hum of KITT filled the car, an uncomfortable silence settling in after Nolan's warning. Wesley's hands remained firm on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched slightly, lost in his thoughts.

KITT, always observant, broke the silence. "Michael," his voice calm and concerned, "what's really wrong? I can tell something's troubling you."

Wesley let out a slow breath, his eyes still fixed on the road. "It's... complicated, KITT. Just trying to keep it together."

KITT's tone softened. "You know you don't have to keep everything inside. I've seen how you and Lucy work together, and I understand how much she means to you. Is this about her?"

Wesley's grip tightened on the wheel. "Partly," he admitted. "She went through something traumatic, something I couldn't stop. And now... now she's riding with someone else this week. I just—" He stopped, taking a deep breath.

Abigail, sensing the gravity of the conversation, stayed quiet in the back.

KITT gently pressed further. "You feel powerless. Like you couldn't protect her, and now you're worried it'll happen again."

Wesley's voice was low, barely above a whisper. "Yeah. I blame myself, KITT. I let her down."

Nolan looked at Wesley, concern etched on his face, but he didn't say anything. He knew Wesley needed to get this off his chest.

KITT's response was calm but firm. "Michael, you can't control everything. What happened wasn't your fault, and Lucy knows that. She's strong, and she trusts you. But you need to trust her, too."

Wesley nodded slightly, though the weight on his shoulders didn't lift. "I know, KITT. It's just... hard."

KITT's tone softened again, almost comforting. "That's why I'm here, Michael. You're not alone. None of us are."

Wesley managed a small smile, appreciating KITT's words, even if they didn't completely ease his guilt. "Thanks, buddy."

KITT responded, "Anytime, Michael."

The mood in the car lightened just a little as they continued down the road, the tension easing ever so slightly. But Wesley knew this was something he'd have to face, step by step. And with Lucy, KITT, and his team by his side, he had the support to do it.

Wesley remained quiet for a moment, letting KITT's words sink in. The weight of the past few weeks still pressed heavily on his chest, but KITT's unwavering support, even if coming from an AI, was something he didn't take for granted.

He glanced down at the dashboard, his voice softer now. "You know what, KITT? I don't say this enough... but I love you, man."

KITT's voice responded almost immediately, warm and sincere. "I appreciate that, Michael. You mean a great deal to me as well."

Nolan, sitting beside Wesley, chuckled lightly, trying to cut the tension. "You two are something else. Never seen a guy this attached to his car before."

Wesley smiled faintly but kept his eyes on the road. "KITT's not just a car. He's family."

Abigail, sitting quietly in the back, was smiling too. She could see the bond between Wesley and KITT, and for a moment, it was heartwarming. "It's nice to see that, Officer Knight. You guys make a good team."

KITT added in a playful tone, "Well, I do make an excellent partner. And, if I may say, Michael has his moments too."

Wesley chuckled softly, a hint of lightness finally breaking through his mood. "Don't let it go to your head, pal."

KITT replied, "No promises, Michael. But I'll always be here for you."

Wesley took a deep breath, the knot in his chest loosening slightly. He knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but having KITT and his team around him made it feel a little more manageable. "I know, buddy. And I'm grateful."

Later

Wesley pulled into the crime scene, the stark reality of a murder awaiting him. The tension in the air was palpable as he, Nolan, and Abigail exited KITT.

Wesley lifted the yellow tape and said, "If you want to be a cop, the first thing you need to come to terms with is death— in all its forms." He motioned for them to follow him.

As they walked under the tape, Wesley instructed, "Stay here," and then approached a fellow officer.

He surveyed the body, then signaled for Nolan and Abigail to join him. The scene was grim, a stark reminder of the harsh realities of their job.

Wesley said, "We've got a jumper. Took a header from the roof."

Nolan glanced at Abigail. "You might not want to see this."

Abigail, determined, replied, "No, I kinda do."

Wesley warned, "If you're going to hurl, kid, do it over there."

Abigail took in the scene, her face a mix of confusion and discomfort. "Huh. I'm not even sure what I'm looking at."

The officer next to Wesley explained, "Impact velocity tends to turn people into pinatas. From five stories onto asphalt, it's limbs akimbo. That's his left leg. That's his spine."

Abigail nodded, trying to process the explanation. "Oh, okay. Yeah, I see now."

Nolan asked, "Any ID on the victim?"

The officer replied, "Yeah. Heston Dayton, 22."

Nolan followed up, "You thinking homicide or suicide?"

The officer shook his head. "I won't know until after the autopsy. And even then, the state of the body might not make things any clearer."

Wesley inquired, "Have you notified next of kin?"

The officer responded, "Not yet."

Wesley looked at Nolan, who gave a confirming nod. "Alright, let the detectives know we'll handle it from here. Let's go."

With that, Wesley turned and headed back to KITT, the weight of the scene heavy on his shoulders.

Later

Wesley was driving KITT toward a trailer park, the day's work etched into his face. He exhaled deeply and said, "KITT, let's give the new mode a spin. Switch to Police Interceptor."

KITT responded smoothly, "Initiating Police Interceptor mode."

As the transformation began, KITT's exterior shifted from a classic Crown Victoria patrol car to a sleek Ford Police Interceptor Utility. Panels slid and reconfigured seamlessly.

Once the transformation was complete, KITT announced, "Transformation complete."

Nolan, eyeing the newly transformed KITT, said, "Wow, that's quite the upgrade. I've seen these Interceptors in action before. They're built for serious performance."

Wesley nodded, steering KITT smoothly through the tight spaces of the trailer park. "Yeah, KITT's been itching to try it out. It's got enhanced handling and speed. Should make navigating tight spots a bit easier."

Abigail, still taking in the new look, asked, "How does this mode compare to the old one? Any major differences?"

Wesley replied, "Besides the obvious exterior change, the Police Interceptor mode offers better maneuverability, a more rugged suspension, and improved tech for real-time crime analysis. It's built for high-speed pursuits and rough terrains."

Nolan looked impressed. "Sounds like KITT's even more of a powerhouse now. Does it make a big difference in field operations?"

Wesley grinned. "It should. With this upgrade, KITT can handle rougher terrain and tight corners more efficiently. Plus, it's equipped with enhanced sensors for tracking and analysis. Just another tool to keep us ahead."

Abigail glanced at KITT, clearly intrigued. "I've always wanted to see what tech like this can do in action. This is going to be interesting."

Wesley met her gaze in the rearview mirror. "Just remember, it's not all about the gadgets. It's about how we use them."

Nolan nodded, looking back at KITT with newfound respect. "Got it. Let's put this new mode to good use."

As Wesley navigated the winding roads of the trailer park, he spotted a car blocking the entrance, effectively blocking their path.

Wesley frowned and said, "KITT, we need to clear this. Use Turbo Boost."

KITT responded with its signature tone, "Activating Turbo Boost."

With a powerful surge, KITT's engine roared to life. The vehicle's suspension adjusted, and the car leaped into the air with an impressive force. It soared gracefully over the obstructing car, clearing the blockage with ease.

As KITT landed back on the road, it jolted slightly from the rough landing. Wesley steadied the wheel and glanced at Nolan and Abigail, who looked wide-eyed.

Nolan exclaimed, "That was incredible! I've seen Turbo Boost in action before, but experiencing it firsthand is something else!"

Abigail, catching her breath, added, "I didn't expect a car to jump like that! This is definitely not your standard police vehicle."

Wesley smiled slightly and said, "KITT's got a few tricks up his sleeve. It's not just about speed; it's about adaptability. Let's keep moving."

KITT's voice came through, a bit more mechanical but still calm. "Michael, I am fully operational and ready for further instructions."

Wesley nodded, glancing at the road ahead. "Good. Let's get to our destination and see what we've got."

As they continued driving, the trailer park's landscape unfolded before them, the upgraded KITT proving its worth in both performance and agility.

Wesley drove deeper into the trailer park, noticing two bikers casting curious glances at KITT. Once they arrived at the trailer where Heston lived, Wesley and Nolan stepped out, with Nolan opening the back door for Abigail.

Abigail hesitated before speaking, "Hey, I just wanted to apologize for earlier—at the crime scene. I didn't consider the impact on the family."

Nolan nodded understandingly. "I get it. But what we're about to do is never easy. Death notifications are always tough. You spend the drive over dreading it, trying to find words that might ease the pain, but knowing that no words will ever truly soften the blow. This boy lived here with his mother and sister, and what we're about to tell them could shatter their lives."

Wesley added, "If you're not ready for this, there's no shame in waiting by KITT."

KITT's voice cut in, "Michael, I am more than just a vehicle."

Wesley sighed, "I know, KITT. Forget it."

Abigail shook her head with determination. "I want to be with you both."

Wesley and Nolan approached the trailer and Wesley knocked on the door.

"Police!" Wesley called out.

The door opened to reveal an older woman, who asked with a hint of annoyance, "What? What did he do this time?"

Wesley responded, "Ma'am, I'm Officer Knight. This is Officer Nolan. Can we come in?"

The woman shook her head, "No."

Nolan stepped in, "Ma'am, it's important that you let us in—"

The woman interrupted sharply, "Just tell me what Heston did."

Wesley took a deep breath and said, "We regret to inform you that your son was killed this morning."

The woman's face went pale. "What?"

At that moment, a young girl appeared, likely Heston's sister. She asked, "Mom?"

The woman, tearfully, responded, "Your brother's dead."

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief. "No."

Nolan turned to the girl, "I'm afraid it's true."

The woman asked, "What happened?"

Wesley explained, "He fell from a building downtown. It's possible he jumped, but we won't know for certain until the autopsy."

The woman shook her head, "No, he would never jump. Never."

Wesley and Nolan entered the trailer. Wesley asked, "Do you know what he was doing downtown?"

As the woman poured herself a drink, she replied, "No, I hadn't seen him in a couple of days."

Nolan glanced out the window, observing Abigail talking to the sister, her comforting presence a small solace amid the unfolding tragedy.

Wesley asked, "You mentioned earlier that Heston had 'done something'? What kind of trouble was he involved in?"

The woman replied, "Just hanging out with the wrong crowd."

Wesley continued, "Is there anyone specific we should talk to?"

Before she could answer, KITT's voice came through Wesley's earpiece, "Michael, Heston Dayton's sister is confronting a man in a Pontiac Trans Am. She appears to be shouting at him."

Abigail's voice followed urgently, "Guys!"

Wesley and Nolan rushed outside to find the girl yelling at a man, "What the hell did you do?!"

The man looked confused. "What?"

The girl pushed him and cried out, "It's your fault he's dead!"

The man shoved her against his car. "What are you talking about?"

Abigail ran to intervene. "Hey, leave her alone!"

The man pushed Abigail's hand away, and Abigail retaliated by kicking him in the groin. He groaned in pain.

Nolan quickly pulled the girl away, while Wesley stepped in, signaling Abigail to back off. Wesley grabbed the man by the shirt, pulling him upright and starting to cuff him.

Nolan asked, "Who is this guy?"

The girl shouted, "He's the reason Heston's dead!"

The man protested, "What are you talking about? I just talked to him this morning."

Wesley said firmly, "Get up." He positioned the man against his car.

Wesley instructed, "KITT, call this in over the radio and run a name: Everest Jones, born 02/01/96."

KITT responded, "Understood, Michael."

Over the radio, KITT's voice echoed, "7-Adam-100, can you run a name for us? Everest Jones, born 02/01/96."

The man looked alarmed. "Wait, he—he's really dead, isn't he?"

Wesley nodded. Nolan added, "Yes, he is."

Wesley demanded, "If you know anything, you need to tell us now."

The man insisted, "I don't know anything."

The girl shouted, "Liar!" as she tried to approach him again. Wesley held her back.

Wesley asked, "Do you have a specific accusation?"

The girl replied, "No, but ever since Heston started hanging out with him, he's been getting into trouble."

Dispatch crackled over the radio, "7-Adam-100, first name Everest, last name Jones. Priors for criminal threats and brandishing a firearm."

Wesley turned off his radio and said, "You're under arrest for assault and battery."

The man protested, "They attacked me!"

Wesley directed him to Nolan, who guided him to the back of KITT.

Turning to the girl, Wesley said, "Detectives will come by later to speak with you and your mother."

He handed her a business card. "If you have any questions, give me a call."

Wesley then nodded to Abigail and got into the driver's seat of KITT, preparing to head back.

Later

At the station

Wesley, Abigail, and Nolan walked into the station's processing room, escorting the man they had just arrested. As they stepped inside, a familiar voice called out, "Abigail?"

Wesley turned to see Lucy approaching. Abigail's face lit up. "Hey!" she greeted warmly.

Lucy walked over, her expression softening. "Hi."

Abigail quickly wrapped her arms around Lucy in a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay," she said sincerely.

As Nolan guided the man to a bench, beginning the processing, Wesley watched the interaction between the two women.

"Did you get the flowers we sent?" Abigail asked her tone a mix of concern and care.

Lucy smiled warmly. "And the basket. Thank you."

Abigail's face fell slightly as she added, "And... I'm sorry about the baby, Lucy. Henry and I were really looking forward to meeting them."

Lucy's smile wavered but stayed in place. "Yeah, I... I know. Michael and I were too." She glanced over at Wesley, searching for support. "Right, Michael?"

Wesley gave a small nod, his voice quiet. "Yeah." The weight of the moment hung between them, the loss still raw, but the connection between them remained strong despite the pain.

As the hug ended and the room fell into a brief, uneasy silence, Abigail glanced nervously between Lucy and Wesley. She bit her lip before cautiously asking, "Did I... did I go overboard mentioning the baby? I didn't mean to make things awkward."

Lucy took a deep breath, her smile fading slightly. "No, you didn't go overboard. It's just... it's still fresh, you know?"

Wesley, standing by her side, shifted his weight, clearly still processing the loss as well. "It's hard," he admitted softly, "but we know you meant well."

Abigail nodded, guilt still etched on her face. "I'm really sorry. I didn't want to bring up any more pain."

Lucy stepped forward, placing a hand on Abigail's arm. "You didn't. It's okay to acknowledge it. We just... need some time to heal."

Wesley added, "It's not easy, but we'll get through it."

Abigail looked at both of them, relieved but still slightly anxious. "If there's anything I can do..."

Lucy offered a genuine smile. "You've done enough just by being here. Thanks."

The tension in the room softened, and Abigail's face relaxed a little, though she still seemed thoughtful about her earlier words. Wesley caught Lucy's eye, giving her a small, reassuring nod, as they both silently acknowledged the shared struggle they were still facing together.

Lucy sighed, crossing her arms. "So, you're Nolan's ride-along. How's it going?"

Abigail glanced around, clearly overwhelmed. "It's, uh, a lot."

Lucy gave a knowing nod. "Mm-hmm."

Wesley smirked. "I'm sorry, but I let you ride with Harper for half a day, and now you're hugging people on duty?"

Abigail shot him a playful glare. "Don't listen to him. He's all bark." Then, turning to Wesley, she added with a grin, "I gotta pee."

As Abigail walked off, Lucy raised an eyebrow at Wesley. "All bark? She's not buying what you're selling at all."

Wesley shrugged. "That's because I don't hold her career in my hands. Anyway, I heard you dodged some bullets today."

Lucy nodded, her expression more serious. "Yeah, a few. What, are you keeping tabs on me now?"

Wesley gave her a soft smile. "Look, if you need anything, you let me know."

Lucy smirked, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "You got a time machine?"

Wesley chuckled. "No, but I've got a nice supercar that can get me anywhere in minutes."

Lucy laughed, her mood lightening. "How is KITT?"

Wesley's grin widened. "Disappointed he didn't get to ride with you. Apparently, Nolan's not his favorite rookie."

Lucy chuckled. "I know, no one can replace me."

Wesley leaned in and kissed her cheek before walking back to where Nolan was with Everest. Nolan turned to the man. "Alright, Everest. You need to tell us what you know about Heston."

Everest rolled his eyes. "Maybe he did jump. How the hell should I know?"

Nolan pressed on. "His sister tried to scratch your eyes out. She thinks you're responsible."

Everest leaned back, defensive. "Well, I was at the DMV in Culver City all morning, clearing up tickets, so--"

Wesley cut in, his tone sharper. "They've got cameras there, so if you're lying--"

"I'm not!" Everest snapped. "And I know my rights. I don't have to talk to you two anymore, so..." He motioned zipping his lips.

Wesley exchanged a glance with Nolan and sighed. "Get him processed. I'll bring the detectives up to speed."

As Wesley left the room, Nolan nodded, leading Everest to the processing desk.

Later

After work

Wesley, dressed in casual clothes, spotted Nolan across the street and made his way over. "Hey. Where's your ride-along?"

Nolan, also in normal attire, smiled. "Oh, Henry came to pick her up. They're off to crash a wedding in Malibu, checking out the venue to see if they like it."

Wesley chuckled. "Well, let her know I thought she showed some solid instincts today. She's clearly got some fight in her. I'd be happy to put in a word when she turns 21."

Nolan nodded appreciatively. "That's really nice of you. But you do remember she's got a bit of a past... She knows it'll make the road tougher, but she's committed."

Wesley, distracted by everything else on his plate, paused. "What kind of trouble? I don't remember, John."

Nolan sighed. "Her ex-boyfriend posted revenge porn online when she was 17. She kind of... torched his car in retaliation."

Wesley winced. "Right. I didn't remember that. But she'll never be a cop."

Nolan, clearly not ready to give up, replied, "She knows she handled it the wrong way. Did a ton of community service to make up for it—"

Wesley cut him off, shaking his head. "Doesn't matter. The law treats it as domestic violence. That's a dealbreaker at the Academy."

Nolan, not ready to back down, pressed, "They accepted you. There's gotta be something she can do—"

Wesley looked at him seriously. "I was a different case, John. The Fraternity stuff wasn't on my official record. The law's pretty clear when it comes to domestic violence, no matter the reason."

Nolan frowned, frustration clear in his voice. "How is that fair, though? You had violence in your past, and you still got to join. But she can't, just because of one mistake?"

Wesley met Nolan's gaze, sensing the tension in the air. "It's not about fairness, John. It's about the law. The Academy can't make exceptions for domestic violence cases—it's a liability. My situation was different. The violence I was involved in wasn't tied to personal relationships, and like I said, a lot of it didn't make it onto official records."

Nolan crossed his arms. "But that doesn't make sense. She's done everything right since then. Paid her dues, and did the community service. How is one mistake at 17 supposed to define the rest of her life?"

Wesley sighed, understanding where Nolan was coming from. "I get it. Trust me, I do. But the system doesn't always look at it like that. A history of domestic violence—no matter who was right or wrong—is a red flag for law enforcement. They don't care about context. All they see is someone who acted out violently."

Nolan shook his head, frustration building. "But she's learned. She's grown from it. You, of all people, should understand what it means to turn your life around."

Wesley leaned against a nearby car, his expression softening. "I do understand, John. More than you know. But I also know how rigid the Academy can be. I'm not saying it's right... I'm just saying that's the reality she'll face. And I don't want to give her false hope if it's not possible."

Nolan exhaled slowly, his shoulders dropping. "Yeah... I guess you're right. It's just hard seeing someone try so hard and knowing they might not get a chance."

Wesley nodded. "It is hard. But there are other ways she can make a difference, even if it's not in uniform. If she's as determined as you say, she'll find a way."

Nolan nodded at Wesley's words but noticed something off. "It's a shame. She seems like a good kid," Wesley said, a distant look in his eyes.

Nolan gave him a puzzled glance. "Wesley, you've met her before."

Wesley blinked, then nodded slowly. "Right," he mumbled, his mind clearly elsewhere.

Concern crept into Nolan's voice. "Are you all right? You're forgetting you've even met her. That's not like you."

Wesley ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "I didn't forget on purpose, John. There's just... a lot on my mind." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "But I gotta go. I'll talk to you later."

Nolan nodded, watching as Wesley headed toward KITT, worry lingering in the back of his mind.

As Wesley approached KITT, the sleek car's door opened automatically. Sliding into the driver's seat, Wesley sighed, resting his hands on the steering wheel. KITT's voice broke the silence.

"Michael, you seem distracted. Is everything all right?"

Wesley stared out through the windshield, his thoughts scattered. "Yeah, KITT, I'm fine. Just... a lot going on. I forgot something important back there."

KITT paused for a moment, then said, "Forgetting can be a symptom of stress, Michael. You've had a lot on your plate recently."

Wesley leaned back, rubbing his temples. "It's not just that. I feel like I'm slipping like I can't keep up with everything. The cases, of Abigail, Lucy... It's all starting to pile up."

KITT's voice softened. "You're only human, Michael. Even you need time to process. But you're not alone. You have me, and you have people who care about you."

Wesley chuckled weakly. "Yeah, I know. It's just hard to shake the feeling that I should be doing more."

KITT responded gently, "Sometimes, doing more means taking care of yourself first. You're more effective when you're focused and well-rested."

Wesley glanced at the dashboard, feeling a little lighter. "Thanks, KITT. I needed that."

"Anytime, Michael," KITT replied, a comforting hum filling the car. "Now, where to next?"

Wesley smiled faintly, shifting the car into gear. "Let's just drive for a bit."

Later

As Wesley and KITT cruised down the road, a sudden blip appeared on the HUD projected on the windshield. The sharp, pulsing signal caught Wesley's attention immediately.

Wesley frowned and asked, "KITT, what is that?"

KITT's voice, calm but with an edge of seriousness, responded, "Michael, I'm detecting a signal. It's coming from KARR."

Wesley's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, what?" he said, trying to wrap his head around the revelation.

KITT repeated with precision, "It's a signal from KARR, Michael."

Wesley leaned forward, gripping the wheel a little tighter, his mind racing. "KARR? But... I thought we'd taken care of him."

KITT's tone remained steady. "It appears KARR has reactivated."

Wesley exhaled, his thoughts swirling. "This isn't good. KITT, get me, Sarah."

Without missing a beat, KITT responded, "Contacting Sarah now, Michael."

As KITT initiated the call, Wesley's mind raced through the possibilities. The last time they'd encountered KARR, it had nearly ended in disaster.

KITT's voice cut through Wesley's thoughts. "Sarah Knight is on the line, Michael."

Sarah's voice came through the speakers, calm but curious. "Wesley, what's going on? KITT said something about KARR?"

Wesley didn't waste any time. "Yeah, KITT just picked up a signal from him. I thought we neutralized KARR for good, but it looks like he's back."

Sarah's voice was calm. "Agreed. Just, be careful out there."

Wesley's jaw tightened. "We can't let KARR run loose again. He's dangerous—more dangerous than before if someone's messing with his programming."

Sarah sighed. "Agreed. I'll start digging on my end, and see if there's any chatter about someone reviving him. In the meantime, I need you and KITT to track that signal. If it's KARR, you'll have to shut him down again."

Wesley nodded, already feeling the adrenaline kicking in. "We're on it. Keep me posted if you find anything."

The line clicked off, and Wesley turned his focus back to the road, the pulse of KARR's signal flashing on the HUD.

"KITT, give me a full scan of the area. I want to know exactly where that signal is coming from."

KITT's lights flashed across the dashboard. "Scanning now, Michael."

A few moments later, KITT reported, "The signal is coming from an industrial complex approximately 5 miles from our current location."

Wesley tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "That's where we're headed. Let's move."

KITT accelerated, and they sped toward the complex, the weight of their mission clear. KARR had to be stopped—no matter what.

Wesley gripped the wheel tightly and glanced at the HUD. "So KARR's still out there. Why would he be sending out a signal now?"

KITT's voice took on a serious tone. "Michael, KARR's signal appears to be a distress beacon. He may be in trouble or trying to lure us into a trap."

Wesley's eyes narrowed as he considered the implications. "A distress beacon from KARR? That doesn't add up. He's always been about self-preservation."

KITT replied, "It's possible he's in a compromised position or requires assistance. However, we should proceed with caution."

Wesley nodded, his expression determined. "Alright, let's track this signal and see what's going on. But we need to stay alert. KARR's not known for playing fair."

KITT responded, "Understood. I'll guide us to the source of the signal."

As they drove, Wesley couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this whole situation. He had always been prepared for a fight with KARR, but a distress signal added a new layer of complexity.

Later

As Wesley and KITT arrived at the location, Wesley directed, "KITT, activate Stealth Attack Mode."

KITT responded, "Initiating transformation."

With a soft hum, KITT shifted into his racing car form. "Stealth Attack Mode engaged."

Wesley glanced around and asked, "KITT, are there any security cameras in the vicinity?"

KITT replied, "Negative, Michael. This area seems to be deliberately avoiding surveillance."

Wesley mused, "Or maybe they can't afford cameras."

KITT acknowledged, "That's a valid point, Michael."

Wesley nodded. "No worries. Switch to surveillance mode and start scanning for KARR."

KITT's systems whirred as he adjusted his sensors. "Understood. Scanning for KARR now."

KITT's sensors scanned the area, and after a moment, he announced, "Michael, I've detected KARR. He's positioned behind a cluster of shipping containers about 200 meters from our current location."

Wesley tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Thanks, KITT. Let's move in."

KITT maneuvered silently towards the containers, and as they approached, Wesley saw KARR's form emerging from the shadows. The battle-ready KARR, with his menacing black exterior, was primed for a confrontation.

"Prepare for engagement, KITT," Wesley commanded.

KITT's HUD lit up with tactical information. "Activating defensive protocols."

KARR roared to life, his engine growling as he charged at KITT. Wesley swerved to avoid KARR's initial assault, but KARR was relentless. He slashed at KITT with high-speed movements, aiming to disable him.

"KITT, dodge and counterattack!" Wesley instructed.

KITT swerved and expertly evaded KARR's attacks. "Michael, KARR is attempting to override my systems. I need you to maintain evasive maneuvers."

Wesley took tight turns, keeping KARR's destructive swipes at bay. "I've got you, KITT. Let's turn the tables."

KITT's sensors locked onto KARR's weak points. "Michael, I'm preparing to deploy countermeasures."

KITT suddenly accelerated, executing a swift maneuver to position himself behind KARR. As KARR tried to reposition, KITT's rear-mounted weapons activated, firing at KARR's vulnerable spots.

KARR roared in frustration, his systems flickering as he tried to retaliate. "You can't win this, KITT!" he bellowed. "You're no match for me!"

Wesley gritted his teeth. "We'll see about that."

KITT continued to strike at KARR while Wesley navigated the intense battle. "Michael, KARR is heavily damaged but still operational. We need to neutralize him before he escapes."

Wesley maneuvered KITT into a strategic position. "Let's finish this."

KITT executed a precise, coordinated strike, hitting KARR with a powerful energy blast. KARR faltered, his systems struggling to keep up. "KARR is losing power. Initiating final lockdown sequence."

With one last defiant growl, KARR's systems overloaded, and he came to a halt, unable to continue the fight. Wesley let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"KITT, is it over?" Wesley asked, his voice tense.

KITT's systems assessed the situation. "KARR is immobilized, Michael. We have successfully neutralized the threat."

Wesley relaxed, nodding. "Good job, KITT. Let's secure the area and make sure KARR can't cause any more trouble."

KITT's voice carried a note of relief. "Understood, Michael. Scanning for any remaining threats."

KITT's sensors scanned the area, and after a moment, he announced, "Michael, I've detected KARR. He's positioned behind a cluster of shipping containers about 200 meters from our current location."

Wesley tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Thanks, KITT. Let's move in."

KITT maneuvered silently towards the containers, and as they approached, Wesley saw KARR's form emerging from the shadows. The battle-ready KARR, with his menacing black exterior, was primed for a confrontation.

"Prepare for engagement, KITT," Wesley commanded.

KITT's HUD lit up with tactical information. "Activating defensive protocols."

KARR roared to life, his engine growling as he charged at KITT. Wesley swerved to avoid KARR's initial assault, but KARR was relentless. He slashed at KITT with high-speed movements, aiming to disable him.

"KITT, dodge and counterattack!" Wesley instructed.

KITT swerved and expertly evaded KARR's attacks. "Michael, KARR is attempting to override my systems. I need you to maintain evasive maneuvers."

Wesley took tight turns, keeping KARR's destructive swipes at bay. "I've got you, KITT. Let's turn the tables."

KITT's sensors locked onto KARR's weak points. "Michael, I'm preparing to deploy countermeasures."

KITT suddenly accelerated, executing a swift maneuver to position himself behind KARR. As KARR tried to reposition, KITT's rear-mounted weapons activated, firing at KARR's vulnerable spots.

KARR roared in frustration, his systems flickering as he tried to retaliate. "You can't win this, KITT!" he bellowed. "You're no match for me!"

Wesley gritted his teeth. "We'll see about that."

KITT continued to strike at KARR while Wesley navigated the intense battle. "Michael, KARR is heavily damaged but still operational. We need to neutralize him before he escapes."

Wesley maneuvered KITT into a strategic position. "Let's finish this."

KITT executed a precise, coordinated strike, hitting KARR with a powerful energy blast. KARR faltered, his systems struggling to keep up. "KARR is losing power. Initiating final lockdown sequence."

With one last defiant growl, KARR's systems overloaded, and he came to a halt, unable to continue the fight. Wesley let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"KITT, is it over?" Wesley asked, his voice tense.

KITT's systems assessed the situation. "KARR is immobilized, Michael. We have successfully neutralized the threat."

Wesley relaxed, nodding. "Good job, KITT. Let's secure the area and make sure KARR can't cause any more trouble."

KITT's voice carried a note of relief. "Understood, Michael. Scanning for any remaining threats."

As Wesley and KITT were about to secure the area, a sudden, violent jolt rocked the vehicle. KARR's systems, having endured significant damage, flickered back to life with a renewed burst of energy. KARR roared defiantly, his robotic arm swinging with renewed vigor.

"KITT, watch out!" Wesley shouted, swerving sharply as KARR lunged at them.

KITT attempted to evade, but KARR's robotic arm struck with precise force, sending a shockwave through KITT's frame. The impact jolted KITT, causing the sensors to dim momentarily.

"KITT, report!" Wesley demanded, trying to regain control.

KITT's voice came through, strained. "Michael, my nano-skin is critically compromised. I cannot sustain much more damage like that. KARR is overpowering me."

Wesley gritted his teeth, maneuvering KITT with every ounce of skill he had. "Just hang on, KITT. We'll get through this."

KARR charged again, his attacks growing more aggressive. He struck KITT with a series of rapid blows, each one reverberating through the vehicle's frame. The damage was taking its toll, and KITT's systems struggled to keep up.

"KITT, status update!" Wesley urged, narrowly avoiding another attack.

KITT's voice was tinged with concern. "Michael, the damage to my systems is escalating. I'm unable to maintain effective countermeasures. My primary concern is for your safety. You need to get to a safe distance."

Wesley's eyes were locked on the rapidly deteriorating situation. "I'm not leaving you behind, KITT. We're getting out of this together."

KARR, sensing victory, pressed the attack. His robotic arm slammed into KITT's side, causing sparks to fly and further weakening KITT's defenses.

"Michael, if I continue to take this kind of damage, my systems will fail completely. You must prioritize your safety. I'm programmed to protect you, but I am unable to withstand much more," KITT warned, his voice tinged with an electronic strain.

Wesley's grip tightened on the wheel. "I'm not going anywhere, KITT. We're going to find a way to turn this around."

KITT's sensors detected a temporary lull in KARR's assault, and he quickly assessed their surroundings. "Michael, if we can find a way to exploit KARR's damaged systems, we might have a chance. But you must remain vigilant."

Wesley nodded, his focus unwavering. "I'm ready. Let's end this."

With renewed determination, Wesley navigated KITT into a more defensive position, preparing to use their limited resources to counter KARR's relentless attacks. The fight was far from over, but Wesley and KITT were determined to see it through, no matter the cost.

As KITT struggled to maintain its balance against KARR's relentless assault, Wesley realized they needed a new strategy. KITT's driver door suddenly swung open, and Wesley braced himself for a daring maneuver.

"KITT, what are you doing?" Wesley shouted as KITT activated Ski-Mode, transforming into a two-wheeled stance. The car's front and rear tires retracted, and KITT began driving on its side, using the unconventional stance to dodge KARR's attacks.

The sudden shift in dynamics caught Wesley off guard. With KITT's wheels no longer on the ground, Wesley was thrown from his seat. He tumbled out of KITT, landing heavily on the asphalt, but quickly scrambled to his feet, watching in horror.

"KITT! No!" Wesley shouted as he saw KITT's ski-mode attempt to evade KARR. KITT's transformation had allowed it to dodge several attacks, but it was also putting immense strain on its systems.

KARR took advantage of KITT's compromised position. With a series of powerful strikes, KARR's robotic arm slammed into KITT's exposed chassis. Sparks flew and pieces of KITT's exterior were torn away with each hit.

"KITT, get out of there!" Wesley yelled, but KITT's voice was strained and weakened.

"Michael... Michael," KITT's voice faltered as it struggled to maintain functionality. "I'm... I'm failing."

KARR delivered a final, devastating blow, and KITT's systems were overloaded. The car shuddered violently before coming to a halt, smoke billowing from its damaged frame. KITT's once-pristine exterior was now heavily damaged, its lights dimming.

Wesley, his heart racing with fear and desperation, rushed towards the wreckage. "KITT! KITT, are you okay?"

KITT's voice came through, barely audible. "Michael... I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not going to make it."

Wesley fell to his knees beside the damaged KITT, his face a mask of anguish. "No, KITT! Stay with me! We'll get through this. You're going to be okay!"

KITT's lights flickered weakly. "Michael... you need to... get to safety. I can't... protect you any longer."

Tears streamed down Wesley's face as he reached out to KITT, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm not leaving you behind, KITT. We're a team. We've always been a team."

But KITT's systems continued to fail, and its voice grew fainter. "Michael... thank you... for everything."

KARR, sensing his victory, began to retreat as he transformed back into his Mustang form, leaving Wesley alone with the wreckage of his loyal companion. Wesley's heart ached with the loss of KITT, but he knew he had to act quickly.

With one last look at KITT's damaged frame, Wesley stood up, fueled by a mixture of grief and determination. He had to find a way to repair KITT and bring justice to the chaos that had unfolded. As he prepared to move forward, Wesley's mind was focused on the battle ahead, driven by the memory of his fallen friend.

Wesley pulled out his phone, his hands trembling as he dialed Sarah Knight's number. The sound of KARR's retreating engine was a distant echo as he waited for Sarah to pick up.

"Sarah, it's Wesley," he said, his voice strained and urgent. "KITT's been badly damaged. KARR attacked us, and I don't know if KITT can make it. I need help, now."

Sarah's voice was steady and reassuring on the other end. "Wesley, we're on our way. Mike, Derek, and Emma are with me. We'll get to KITT as soon as we can."

Wesley's heart sank slightly, but the knowledge that help was on the way offered a glimmer of hope. "Please, Sarah, hurry. KITT's in bad shape. I'm not sure how much longer he can hold out."

"We'll be there as fast as we can," Sarah said firmly. "Mike's already preparing the mobile repair unit. Derek and Emma are gathering the necessary equipment. We'll do everything we can to get KITT back in working order."

"Thank you," Wesley replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I need KITT to be okay. He's... he's been my partner through all of this."

Sarah's voice softened with understanding. "I know, Wesley. We'll take care of him. Just hold tight and stay safe. We'll be there shortly."

Wesley ended the call, his gaze fixed on the damaged KITT. The car's lights were dim, but the familiar outline of KITT's form was still visible through the smoke and debris. Wesley took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts of what needed to be done.

He knew that Sarah and her team were the best chance for KITT's recovery. As he waited for their arrival, Wesley paced nearby, keeping an eye on the surroundings in case KARR or any other threats reappeared.

Minutes felt like hours, but eventually, the sound of approaching vehicles broke through the silence. Sarah, Mike, Derek, and Emma arrived with the mobile repair unit, their expressions determined and focused.

Sarah stepped out of the vehicle, her eyes immediately locking onto the damaged KITT. "Wesley, let's get to work."

Mike, Derek, and Emma quickly set up the repair equipment, assessing the extent of the damage. Wesley watched with a mix of hope and anxiety as they began the painstaking process of diagnosing and fixing KITT's systems.

Sarah approached Wesley, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll do everything we can to get KITT back to full strength. Just give us some time."

Wesley nodded, grateful for their support. "Thank you, Sarah. I appreciate it."

As the team worked diligently to repair KITT, Wesley's thoughts remained focused on the mission ahead and the bond he shared with his trusted companion. He knew that together, they would overcome this challenge and continue their fight against the threats they faced.

As Sarah, Mike, Derek, and Emma worked diligently on KITT, the distant rumble of a tow truck approached. Wesley turned, confusion etched on his face as the truck rolled up and positioned itself beside the damaged KITT.

The tow truck driver, a burly man with a weathered face, got out and started preparing the equipment. Wesley stepped over, a mix of frustration and concern evident in his voice. "What's going on here? Why's a tow truck showing up?"

Sarah, who had been overseeing the repairs, approached Wesley with a serious expression. "We're taking KITT back to the SSC for more extensive repairs. The damage is beyond what we can fix out here."

Wesley's eyes widened with alarm. "So you're saying KITT's in worse shape than we thought?"

Sarah nodded, her tone steady. "Yes. We've managed to stabilize him for now, but he needs to be transported to the SSC where the full range of repairs and diagnostics can be performed. The extent of the damage requires specialized equipment and expertise."

Wesley glanced at KITT, who now looked even more vulnerable as the tow truck's winch was hooked up to him. "How long will it take?"

Sarah reassured him with a firm nod. "We'll be working on him around the clock. We'll call you as soon as the repairs are complete. In the meantime, we'll keep you updated on our progress."

Wesley took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "Alright. I'll wait for your call. Just... make sure he's okay."

Sarah gave Wesley a sympathetic smile. "We will. KITT's a top priority for us. He's in good hands."

As the tow truck driver began the process of securing KITT, Wesley watched with a heavy heart. He knew how important KITT was, not just as a vehicle, but as a partner and friend. Seeing him being towed away was a tough sight, but he trusted that Sarah and her team would do everything possible to get KITT back in working order.

With a final glance at KITT, Wesley turned back to Sarah. "Thanks, Sarah. I'll be waiting for your call."

"Stay safe out there," Sarah said. "We'll be in touch soon."

As the tow truck, carrying KITT slowly pulled away, Wesley felt a sense of resolve. He knew that while KITT was in for a tough repair, they would face whatever came next together. For now, he had to focus on the next steps and trust in the skills of those who were working to restore his invaluable partner.

Later

Wesley made his way up the front steps of his home, each step deliberate and labored. The weight of the day hung heavy on him as he finally reached the door and pushed it open. The familiar warmth of the house greeted him, but the sight of Lucy waiting by the entrance brought a mixture of relief and concern.

Lucy looked up from where she stood, her eyes widening at the sight of Wesley's pained expression. "Wesley, why are you limping?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. She moved toward him quickly, her concern evident.

Wesley gave a tired, half-hearted smile as he tried to brush off the pain. "It's nothing. Just a rough day," he said, though the strain in his voice suggested otherwise. He carefully made his way inside, gingerly lowering himself onto the couch.

Lucy knelt beside him, her eyes scanning him for any signs of injury. "Rough day? It looks like you've been through the wringer. What happened?"

Wesley let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. "KITT got into a fight with KARR. We were in Stealth Attack Mode, and things went south quickly. KARR managed to get some serious hits in, and we had to do an emergency extraction. KITT's being towed back to the SSC for repairs."

Lucy's face softened with concern. "KITT... oh no. That's awful. Is he going to be okay?"

Wesley nodded, though his eyes betrayed his worry. "Sarah and her team are on it. They're taking him to the SSC to get fixed up. It's just... seeing him like that, and then the fight with KARR... it took a toll."

Lucy reached out and gently touched Wesley's leg, feeling the tension in his muscles. "And you? What about you? You look like you're hurt."

Wesley winced slightly but tried to remain composed. "Just a few bumps and bruises. I'm alright. Just a bit of pain. Nothing too serious."

Lucy shook her head, her concern growing. "You need to see a doctor, Wesley. You could be hurt worse than you realize."

Wesley tried to reassure her with a tired smile. "I'll be fine. I just need to rest. Besides, right now I'm more worried about KITT than about myself."

Lucy's eyes softened as she looked at him. "I understand. But you have to take care of yourself, too. You're not much help to KITT if you're hurt."

Wesley sighed and nodded. "I know. I'll see a doctor soon. For now, I just need to take a moment."

Lucy helped him settle onto the couch, grabbing a blanket and placing it over him. She then went to get some ice for his injuries, returning with a concerned look. "I'm here for you, Wesley. Just focus on getting better, and we'll get through this together."

Wesley looked at her, gratitude and affection clear in his eyes. "Thanks, Lucy. I appreciate it. I do."

As Lucy sat beside him, tending to his injuries and offering support, Wesley felt a small measure of comfort despite the chaos of the day. With Lucy by his side, he felt a renewed sense of strength, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The next day

The next morning, Wesley was in the kitchen, moving around with a sense of purpose despite the lingering aches from the previous day. The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air. He carefully flipped the bacon, ensuring it was crisp but not burnt, and stirred a pot of scrambled eggs on the stove.

Lucy walked into the kitchen, dressed in her work attire. She had her hair pulled back and a determined look on her face. As she entered, she gave Wesley a warm smile, though it was clear she was focused on the day ahead.

Wesley glanced up from the stove, his movements slow but steady. "Good morning. I figured I'd make us breakfast. Figured you might need some fuel for the day."

Lucy's smile widened as she approached the counter. "That sounds great. Thanks, Wesley. I didn't expect you to be up and cooking so soon."

Wesley gave a small shrug, trying to downplay his discomfort. "I figured I could use the distraction. Besides, you've done so much for me; it's the least I can do."

Lucy leaned against the counter, watching him with a mix of admiration and concern. "How are you feeling this morning?"

Wesley glanced over at her, giving a thoughtful nod. "A bit sore, but not too bad. Just moving a little slower than usual."

Lucy reached out and touched his arm gently. "You know, Wesley, you really don't have to push yourself. If you need to rest, it's okay. I can handle things for today."

Wesley shook his head with a reassuring smile. "I appreciate it, but I'm okay. I want to be up and about. It helps keep my mind off things."

Lucy sighed, clearly still worried. "Just promise me you'll take it easy. We don't need you pushing yourself too hard."

Wesley nodded. "I promise. I'll be careful. But right now, let me finish making breakfast. You go get ready for your day."

Lucy hesitated for a moment before giving him a nod. "Alright. Just remember, I'm here if you need anything."

As Lucy went back to her room to finish getting ready, Wesley continued cooking. He moved with a careful precision, determined to make a meal that would give them both a good start to the day. He plated the bacon and eggs, setting them on the table with a fresh pot of coffee.

When Lucy returned, she found the breakfast spread waiting for her. She smiled as she sat down, clearly touched by the effort Wesley had put into it.

Wesley joined her at the table, and they began to eat. The conversation flowed easily, with Wesley focusing on making Lucy laugh and enjoy the moment. It was a brief respite from the chaos and a reminder of the simple joys in life.

As they finished their meal, Wesley felt a renewed sense of strength and determination. With Lucy by his side and the support of his friends, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As they finished their breakfast, Lucy glanced at Wesley, her concern evident. "So, Wesley, any update on KITT? I know it's been a rough day."

Wesley's expression hardened slightly. He took a deep breath before responding, his voice edged with frustration. "I don't know, Lucy. That's the thing—I don't have any updates. I'm trying to distract myself from it all, and it's not easy."

He tossed a pan into the sink with a clatter, causing Lucy to flinch at the loud noise. The sound of the pan hitting the sink echoed through the kitchen, adding to the tension in the room.

Lucy's eyes widened in surprise, her face reflecting a mix of hurt and concern. She took a step back, unsure of how to respond. "Wesley, I didn't mean to—"

Wesley ran a hand through his hair, visibly trying to regain his composure. "I'm sorry, Lucy. I didn't mean to snap. I'm just—frustrated and worried. I'm doing my best to keep it together, but it's hard."

Lucy nodded slowly, her expression softening. "I understand. It's just that I care about you and KITT. I want to help, but I can't do that if you shut me out."

Wesley sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I know. I'm sorry for taking it out on you. It's just—everything feels like it's falling apart, and I'm trying to hold it together."

Lucy stepped closer, her voice gentle. "You don't have to go through this alone. Let me help you, even if it's just listening."

Wesley looked at her, his eyes reflecting both gratitude and exhaustion. "Thanks, Lucy. I appreciate that. I'll try to keep you in the loop and let you know what's going on, but right now, I just need to focus on getting through the day."

Lucy nodded, offering a supportive smile. "Alright. Just remember, I'm here for you."

Wesley took a deep breath, feeling a bit of the tension ease as he met her gaze. "I'll remember that. Thanks for understanding."

They both took a moment to compose themselves before Wesley began tidying up the kitchen, his movements more measured now. Lucy joined him, her presence a steadying force as they worked together in silence. 

The shared effort to clean up and the quiet companionship helped soothe the lingering frustration, allowing them both to move forward with a renewed sense of support and understanding.

As Wesley worked in the kitchen, his movements became increasingly mechanical. The effort to maintain control was evident in the tightness of his jaw and the clenched fists that occasionally gripped the edges of the counter.

Lucy noticed the subtle signs of his struggle and approached him quietly, her heart aching at the sight. Wesley's shoulders trembled slightly, and his hands shook as he wiped down the counter.

Suddenly, the weight of everything seemed to hit him all at once. Wesley's hands gripped the edge of the counter tightly, and his composure broke. He sank onto a nearby stool, burying his face in his hands. The quiet sobs began to escape him, raw and unrestrained.

Lucy rushed over, her concern deepening as she knelt beside him. "Wesley? Hey, it's okay. Let it out."

Through his tears, Wesley choked out the words, his voice barely more than a whisper. "First, the baby didn't make it... and now KITT... he's injured. I don't know how much more I can handle."

Lucy's heart ached as she reached out, placing a comforting hand on his back. She spoke softly, her voice soothing. "It's okay to feel this way. You've been through so much, and it's okay to break down. You don't have to hold it all in."

Wesley shook his head, his tears falling freely. "I just—I feel like I'm failing everyone. First, I couldn't protect the baby, and now KITT... he's hurt because of me. I'm trying so hard to be strong, but it feels like everything is slipping away."

Lucy moved closer, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle embrace. "You're not failing anyone. You're human, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed. You've been carrying so much weight on your shoulders. Let me share that burden with you."

Wesley clung to her, his tears soaking into her shoulder. The comfort of her presence, combined with the release of his pent-up emotions, offered a small measure of relief.

"I just don't know what to do," Wesley whispered between sobs. "I feel so lost."

Lucy held him tightly, her voice steady and reassuring. "We'll get through this. We'll figure it out together. You're not alone in this, Wesley. We'll face it all, one step at a time."

As Wesley's sobs gradually subsided, he took comfort in her words and the warmth of her embrace. For a brief moment, the overwhelming sense of loss and frustration gave way to a fragile sense of hope and connection. They remained there, holding each other, finding solace in their shared strength and determination to face whatever lay ahead.

Lucy's tears began to flow freely as she held Wesley close. The weight of his pain and the depth of their shared grief overwhelmed her. She could feel the tremors in his body, and her heart ached with every sob that escaped him.

Wesley's head rested on her shoulder, and she clung to him tightly, her own tears mingling with his. The kitchen, once filled with the mundane sounds of cooking, now resonated with their shared sorrow.

"It's so hard," Lucy said between her sobs, her voice breaking. "I wish I could take all of this away from you. I wish I could make everything right."

Wesley managed a choked sob, his grip on her tightening. "I don't know how to keep going sometimes. It feels like everything is falling apart."

Lucy stroked his hair gently, her fingers trembling as she tried to offer some comfort. "We'll find a way through this. We'll make it through, Wesley. We have to. I'm here for you, and we'll face everything together."

Wesley nodded against her, his tears soaking into her shirt. "I'm so lucky to have you," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't know how I'd get through this without you."

Lucy pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, her own still wet with tears. "And I'm lucky to have you. We're a team, remember? We've faced challenges before, and we'll get through this one too. We just need to lean on each other."

Wesley wiped his eyes, his hand shaking as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. "I know. It's just... sometimes it feels like it's too much to bear."

Lucy nodded, her expression softening with understanding. "It's okay to feel that way. It's okay to break down and be vulnerable. We'll get through it, one day at a time. And when things feel overwhelming, we'll remind each other that we're not alone."

They embraced again, the silence in the kitchen now filled with their shared tears and quiet resolve. Lucy's comforting presence and their mutual support became a beacon of hope amid their emotional storm. As they held each other, the warmth of their connection offered a glimmer of solace amidst the heartache, reinforcing the strength of their bond and their determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Wesley and Lucy got ready for work, they went through their usual morning routine with a sense of quiet resolve. Lucy, dressed and ready, glanced at Wesley as he finished up, his expression still showing traces of the previous night's anguish. They both knew they had to move forward, even if it felt difficult.

When they stepped outside, Lucy's eyes fell on Wesley's Mustang, parked in the driveway. The sight made her gasp. The car, which had been Wesley's pride and joy, was now marred by dents and scratches. A baseball bat lay discarded beside it, adding to the scene of destruction.

Her heart sank as she looked at Wesley. "Wesley, what happened to your car? Should we call 911?"

Wesley followed her gaze and sighed deeply. His shoulders slumped as he rubbed the back of his neck. "No, Lucy. Don't call 911. I did this."

Lucy looked at him in shock. "What do you mean you did this?"

"I got frustrated last night," Wesley admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "After everything with KITT and... everything else, I just lost it. I was so angry and upset. I took it out on the car."

Lucy's eyes softened with concern as she stepped closer to him. "Wesley, I understand that you're hurting, but taking it out on the car isn't going to fix anything. It's just another thing to deal with."

Wesley nodded, his expression filled with remorse. "I know. I just didn't know how else to handle it. I was so overwhelmed. It felt like everything was crashing down, and I didn't know what to do."

Lucy reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll get through this. You're not alone in this. But we need to face things head-on, not let our anger take over."

Wesley looked at her, seeing the compassion and understanding in her eyes. "You're right. I need to find better ways to deal with my frustration. I'm sorry for letting it get out of hand."

Lucy offered him a small, encouraging smile. "We all make mistakes. The important thing is that we learn from them. Let's focus on moving forward and supporting each other."

Wesley nodded, feeling a bit of the weight lift off his shoulders with her words. He looked at the damaged car one last time, then turned back to Lucy. "Thanks for being here for me. I really needed it."

They both climbed into the remaining car, Lucy driving as Wesley sat beside her, the road ahead seeming a bit clearer with her support. 

The damage to the Mustang was a painful reminder of the previous night, but Wesley knew that facing his problems and working through them was the only way to truly move forward. 

Together, they headed to work, ready to tackle whatever challenges the day might bring.

Later

At the station

Wesley walked into the station's bullpen, dressed in his uniform, his mind still swirling with the events from the previous night. As he spotted Lopez across the room, he made his way over.

"Hey, you seen Nolan?" Wesley asked, his tone a little distracted.

Lopez glanced up from her paperwork. "Not yet. But listen, Lucy had a bit of a moment last night while we were out. It's—it's not a big deal, she's fine."

Wesley frowned, concern immediately flooding his face. "What the hell is Harper doing?"

"Helping," Lopez replied firmly. "Don't go full 'Mike' on me. I just thought you should know."

Wesley's jaw tightened, but he softened. "Lucy's okay, though?"

Lopez nodded reassuringly. "She will be. Just give her some space to process things."

Wesley exhaled, tension easing slightly. "Alright. Thanks for letting me know."

As he started to turn away, Lopez asked, "Hey, where's KITT? I didn't see him in the motor pool."

Wesley's expression darkened for a moment. "KITT got damaged last night when we went up against KARR."

Lopez's eyes widened. "What? Mike, come on. How did you let KITT get damaged?"

Wesley sighed, the frustration from the previous night bubbling up again. "I tried my best, Angela. KARR was too fast, especially in his robot form. KITT... he threw me out of the car to keep me safe. Took the brunt of the attack himself."

Lopez shook her head, clearly stunned. "Damn. Well, I hope Sarah can get him back up and running soon."

Wesley nodded, his voice quieter now. "Me too."

Lopez studied Wesley's face for a moment, noticing the tightness in his jaw and the way his eyes seemed distant, shadowed by worry. She could tell something deeper was eating at him.

"Wesley," she said, her voice softer now. "Do you blame yourself for what happened to KITT?"

Wesley hesitated, his expression tightening even more. "I don't know, Angela. I keep thinking... maybe if I had been faster, or if I had done something different, KITT wouldn't have taken so much damage. I mean, he's more than just a car—he trusted me to make the right calls."

Lopez folded her arms, giving him a knowing look. "You can't put that on yourself. KITT's job is to protect you, and he did. Just like your job is to make sure you come back in one piece. You both did what you had to do."

Wesley let out a long breath, the weight of her words sinking in but not completely easing his guilt. "Yeah, but I keep replaying it. The way KARR came at us... KITT didn't stand a chance, and now he's—"

Lopez interrupted, stepping closer. "And now he's being repaired, Mike. KITT knew what he was doing, just like you did. You two have been through worse, and you'll get through this too."

Wesley nodded, though the concern still clung to him. "I hope you're right. It just feels like I let him down."

Lopez gave him a pat on the shoulder. "KITT will be back soon enough, and he's not going to hold a grudge. You've got to stop holding one against yourself."

Wesley offered a faint smile, appreciating her support. "Thanks, Angela. I needed that."

Lopez looked at Wesley for a moment longer, then, without hesitation, she stepped forward and pulled him into a firm, reassuring hug.

"Hey, it's gonna be alright," she murmured. "You don't have to carry this alone."

Wesley, caught off guard by the gesture, stood there for a moment before returning the hug. It was a brief but grounding embrace, one that reminded him he wasn't in this by himself.

"Thanks, Angela," Wesley said quietly, pulling back. "I didn't realize how much I needed that."

Lopez smiled and gave his arm a light punch. "That's what partners are for, right? You'd do the same for me."

Wesley nodded, the weight on his chest lifting just a bit. "Absolutely."

Lopez took a step back, her usual confident tone returning. "Now go find Nolan, and stop beating yourself up. KITT will be back, better than ever. Just focus on what you can control today."

Wesley straightened up, his mind a little clearer. "I will. Thanks again, Angela."

She gave him a thumbs-up and walked away, leaving Wesley with a renewed sense of purpose as he headed to find Nolan.

Wesley spotted Nolan across the bullpen and quickly made his way over. "John, I've got something," he said, his voice low but urgent.

Nolan looked up and replied, "Me too. Who goes first?"

Wesley didn't hesitate. "I do."

Nolan raised an eyebrow but waited as Wesley continued. "The Medical Examiner called. Heston Dayton wasn't a jumper."

Nolan's eyes narrowed. "Pushed?"

"More like tossed," Wesley corrected. "He was dead before he even left the roof. Strangled. And get this—he had acid burns on his forearms. Less than a week old."

Nolan paused, processing the information. "Funny you mention that. I pulled up Everest Jones' arrest records. His burglary charge? He was caught stealing drain cleaner—sulfuric acid."

Wesley immediately connected the dots. "Which is used to cook meth."

Nolan nodded. "You think they were cooking it in the trailer park?"

Wesley shook his head. "No, we would've smelled it. Plus..." He trailed off, his expression tightening as he stopped himself.

Nolan's brow furrowed. "Plus what?"

Wesley cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable. "Plus, KITT would have picked up on it with his scanners."

Nolan eyed him for a moment, sensing something deeper. "Something happened to KITT, didn't it?"

Wesley's face tightened, and he gave a small nod. "Yeah." His voice was quieter now, laced with frustration and a hint of guilt.

Nolan leaned in slightly, his concern evident. "Wesley, what happened to KITT?"

Wesley sighed, running a hand through his hair, the weight of it all settling on him. "We went after KARR last night... It wasn't supposed to get that intense, but KARR—he was faster than we expected in his robot form. KITT got damaged trying to protect me." He paused, the memory still fresh and painful. "He threw me out of the car to keep me safe, but... KARR got in a solid hit."

Nolan's face tightened in concern. "How bad is it?"

Wesley hesitated, his voice low. "Bad enough. Sarah's team towed him back to the SSC for repairs, but... it's not looking good. KITT might not be the same after this."

Nolan took a breath, absorbing the news. "Man... I'm sorry, Wesley. I know how much KITT means to you."

Wesley looked down, clenching his jaw. "It wasn't just the mission, John. It's been a rough few days. First the baby, and now this. I keep feeling like... like I'm failing the people and things that matter."

Nolan stepped closer, his voice was soft but firm. "Wesley, you're not failing. You've been through hell, and you're still standing. That's not failure—that's strength."

Wesley shook his head, the weight of everything pressing on him. "It doesn't feel like strength, John. I couldn't save the baby, I couldn't protect KITT. I'm supposed to be in control, and everything just keeps slipping through my fingers."

Nolan placed a hand on Wesley's shoulder, his expression filled with understanding. "You're human, Wes. No one can control everything. You did everything you could in both situations. The fact that you're here, still fighting, proves that."

Wesley sighed, glancing away for a moment. "I just... I don't know how to keep going, John. How do you move on when everything feels like it's crumbling?"

Nolan's eyes softened. "You don't move on alone. You've got people who care about you—Lucy, Sarah, even KITT. You've got us. We'll help you through this."

Wesley nodded, though the weight of the grief still sat heavily on him. "Thanks, John. I just... I'm not sure how to fix any of it."

"You don't have to fix everything right now," Nolan said gently. "Just take it one step at a time. We'll figure it out, together."

Wesley gave a small, grateful nod. "One step at a time," he repeated quietly as if trying to convince himself.

Nolan asked, "So, what now? On the case? Should we bring the detectives up to speed?"

Wesley shook his head. "Not yet. Let's talk to Everest first."

They made their way to Grey's office. Grey glanced up, sensing something was off. "Michael? What's wrong?"

"I need a shop," Wesley said, his voice tight.

Grey's brow furrowed. "Where's KITT?"

Wesley hesitated for a moment before answering. "Undergoing repairs back at the SSC, sir."

Grey nodded, understanding the weight behind the words. "Take the one we used to use—like old times."

A flicker of nostalgia passed between them. Wesley nodded. "Yes, sir."

As Wesley left the office, he met up with Nolan in the bullpen. Without a word, they headed to the motor pool, sliding into a patrol car. The tension lingered, unspoken but heavy, as they drove off to confront Everest.

Later

As Wesley and Nolan drove down the road, Wesley was lost in thought, still shaken by KITT's absence. His eyes scanned the traffic ahead, and without thinking, he muttered, "KITT, go into Attack Mode."

Silence.

Nolan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wesley, who stared ahead, waiting for the transformation that wouldn't come. After a beat, Nolan cleared his throat and said, "Uh, Wesley... you're not in KITT, man."

Wesley blinked, realizing what he'd just said. He let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back in his seat, shaking his head. "Right... I'm just so used to him being here."

Nolan offered a sympathetic look. "I get it. But you know, a regular patrol car's not so bad. We'll manage."

Wesley let out a small, bitter laugh. "Yeah, 'manage'... doesn't feel right without him, though."

Nolan nodded, understanding the weight behind Wesley's words. "We'll get through this, one step at a time. Let's just focus on Everest for now."

Wesley glanced at the dashboard, missing the familiar hum and glow of KITT's systems. "Yeah... Everest," he muttered, refocusing as they continued driving toward their destination.

Wesley glanced over at Nolan and asked, "Hey, John, how do you think Lucy's really doing?"

Nolan gave a thoughtful nod. "She's good, I think. She'll be a lot better once she gets that tattoo removed. Can you imagine walking around every day, branded by the worst thing that ever happened to you?"

Wesley's eyes darkened. "Yeah, I can."

Nolan frowned. "Wait, what do you mean?"

Wesley leaned to the side, lifting his shirt just enough to reveal a small, but distinct brand on his lower back—a bullet engraved with The Killer burned into his skin.

Nolan's eyes widened. "I've never seen that before."

Wesley let his shirt fall back down. "I keep it covered, John. But unlike Lucy's tattoo, I can't just erase this."

Nolan's voice softened. "Wes..."

Wesley's gaze grew distant. "You think it's worse because it's visible? Scars—physical or not—run deep. Some never heal, no matter how well you cover them."

The silence between them grew heavy, each man lost in his own thoughts. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Wesley noticed movement ahead—the same bike gang from yesterday rolling into the trailer park.

Nolan sighed. "Well, that can't be good."

Wesley's jaw clenched. "We saw two Dead Bastards leaving this place yesterday. No way this is a coincidence."

Nolan nodded. "Well, we didn't exactly 'pull in' yesterday. We turbo-boosted into the place."

Wesley smirked. "There was a car blocking the way, John."

Nolan shook his head with a smile before turning serious. "Let me guess—they're running meth?"

Wesley nodded. "A lot of it. And they won't tolerate someone cooking and selling on their turf."

Nolan pieced it together. "So they kill Heston, toss him off the roof, and come back to finish off Everest—but bail when they spot us."

Wesley's expression hardened. "Exactly. Now they're back to finish the job. Sweep up whatever cash or product they left behind."

Nolan asked, "So what's the plan?"

Wesley held the radio in his hand, fingers tapping it absently as his mind raced. Without thinking, he muttered, "KITT, scan for heat signatures in the trailer park."

Silence.

Nolan glanced at Wesley, raising an eyebrow. "Wes, that's the second time you've done that. We're not in KITT."

Wesley blinked, realizing his mistake. His grip tightened on the radio before he sighed, lowering it. "Yeah... I know. Just habit."

Wesley and Nolan stepped out of the patrol car, the tension palpable as they assessed the scene ahead. Wesley grabbed his radio, his voice steady but firm. "7-Adam-100, we're on site. Beginning recon. Stand by for tactical assessment."

Grey's voice crackled through the radio. "Copy that, 7-Adam-100. We're staged around the corner—SWAT's mobilizing, but time's tight. We may not be able to wait for them. Set up an observation post and report back. Stay sharp."

Wesley glanced at Nolan, both understanding the gravity of the situation. The calm before the storm.

Wesley and Nolan peered cautiously over the wall, scanning the area. With a quick nod, they climbed over, Wesley swiftly drawing his gun as they moved silently between the trailers, every step deliberate.

The distant rumble of motorcycle engines echoed in the air, forcing both officers to move slower, keeping themselves hidden behind the trailers. Nolan motioned for Wesley to stop, and they froze as a group of Dead Bastards appeared, scanning the area.

Once the coast was clear, they crept forward again, reaching the last row of trailers. Ahead, a fence marked the boundary, and they followed the narrow grass path alongside it. Suddenly, a biker zoomed past, forcing them to stop in their tracks.

Peeking around the corner, they spotted two bikers dismantling a Trans Am—Everest's car. Just then, Everest was violently thrown from a nearby trailer.

Wesley grabbed his radio. "Sarge, this is going south fast. SWAT's not gonna make it in time."

Grey's voice crackled back. "Copy. You two, proceed to target."

Nolan glanced toward a parked truck, squinting. "Wait... that's my truck."

Wesley blinked in confusion. "What?"

"I lent it to Abigail and Henry. They were checking out wedding venues," Nolan said, his voice tight with realization.

Wesley groaned, recognizing the truck. "Damn. Even I know that truck."

"They must've come here to see Ellen. Abigail mentioned her last night," Nolan muttered, worry creeping into his voice.

Wesley, realizing the gravity of the situation, grabbed his radio again. "Sarge, new development—this is personal." He clipped the radio back onto his belt.

The two officers rushed across the way, crouching behind another trailer. Nolan peeked through a window and froze when he saw a biker aiming a gun inside.

Nolan quickly moved to secure a screen over the window, muffling their approach. Meanwhile, Wesley grabbed his radio again. "We're in position."

Grey's reply was immediate. "All units, Green Light. I repeat, Green Light."

Wesley looked at Nolan. "I'm going in. You good?"

Nolan gave a firm nod. "Get our boy back."

With a nod of determination, Wesley holstered his gun and quietly crawled through the window. Once inside, he silently pulled out his weapon and moved against the wall, careful not to make a sound. He peeked around a corner to spot Abigail, Henry, Ellen, and the woman from the day before, all huddled together.

Assessing the situation, Wesley knew opening fire would endanger everyone. He holstered his gun and started to retreat, but a floorboard creaked under his weight. He quickly ducked into a hiding spot as a biker entered the room, suspiciously.

Without hesitation, Wesley tased the man, who groaned before Wesley tossed him out the window. Another biker shouted from the next room, "What the hell are you doing back there?"

Thinking fast, Wesley tossed a flash grenade. There were panicked screams as the blinding light went off, and the second biker started shooting wildly in his disoriented state.

Wesley charged in, tackling the biker to the ground. He landed a hard punch to the man's face before a gun was pressed to the back of his head.

"Move, and I'll blow your head off," a gruff voice growled from behind.

Henry cried out, "No! Uncle Mike!"

Wesley remained calm, hands raised. "Stay calm, Henry."

The man holding the gun hesitated. "Uncle Mike? Who the hell are you?"

Wesley smirked. "Michael Knight."

The biker chuckled darkly. "Looks like you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, Michael Knight."

Wesley, unfazed, grinned. "Funny, I'd say I'm in the right place at the right time."

Just then, the door burst open as Nolan, Grey, Tim, Tom, and Harper rushed in. The man turned to face them, and in that moment, Wesley spun around, drawing his gun.

"Move another inch," Wesley said coldly, "and I'll blow your head off."

The biker smirked, impressed. "Well played, Michael Knight."

As the man stood still, Tim moved in, quickly cuffing him while exchanging a brief nod of respect with Wesley. The situation was under control—thanks to perfect timing.

Nolan hurried over to Henry and Abigail, concern etched on his face. "Are you guys okay?" he asked.

Henry, still dazed from the flash grenade, shouted, "What?"

Abigail, shaking her head with a small smile, repeated, "He asked if we're okay?"

Henry, still disoriented, yelled, "What?!"

Nolan gently pulled them both into a tight embrace. "Come here, both of you," he murmured, holding them close as they finally began to relax in his arms.

As they stepped outside the trailer, they saw the Dead Bastards bikers lined up, handcuffed. Wesley's eyes landed on Lucy, who was securing cuffs on one of the bikers. A proud smile crept onto his face as he watched her work, their eyes briefly meeting across the chaotic scene.

At night

At the station

Wesley stood in the motor pool, staring at the empty spot where KITT was usually parked. His heart sank a little, the absence of his partner hitting him harder than he'd expected. He sighed, feeling the weight of missing KITT.

Reluctantly, Wesley turned and walked away from the empty space, heading inside the station to find Lucy. It took him a while to reach the training room, but when he finally did, he spotted her pounding away at the punching bag, wiping sweat off with her sweatshirt between punches.

"Hey, hi," Lucy greeted him, slightly out of breath but smiling.

Wesley grinned and shook his head. "You've got no quit in you, do you, Boot?"

Lucy smiled back, playful. "No, sir. I get that from you. Though... I've been hearing you've been acting like you're still riding around in KITT all day."

Wesley chuckled softly, but the humor quickly faded. "I didn't realize how much I'd come to depend on KITT," he admitted, his voice growing more serious. "And now... he's gone."

Lucy stopped punching, turning to face him. "You miss him."

Wesley nodded, his expression conflicted. "I do. KITT... he keeps me grounded. If he were here today, he'd have told me I was being reckless going into that trailer. He'd have pointed out how I should've found a better way to disarm those guys. Then he'd have given me a hard time for missing the third one entirely," he said with a wry smile. "Like a good partner, he makes me better. And right now, I feel lost without him."

Lucy softened, stepping closer. "Baby."

Wesley sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Besides, I don't think you got your 'no quit' from me. You walked through the door with it. It's what makes you so aggravating."

Lucy chuckled, rolling her eyes. "I'm taking that as a compliment."

"It was meant to be," Wesley said with a fond smile. "Come on, let's go home."

As they turned to leave, Lucy paused. "Maybe we should call Sarah, and check on KITT. See how he's doing."

Wesley hesitated, his face tightening. "I've been too afraid to call. Afraid the damage was too severe, and they won't be able to bring him back."

Lucy reached out, gently touching Wesley's arm, offering a reassuring smile. "I get it, but... you won't know until you try. KITT's more than just a machine—he's resilient. Just like you."

Wesley let out a soft breath, looking down at her hand on his arm. "Maybe you're right," he said, but the hesitation lingered in his voice. "It's just... if I hear bad news, it's like losing him all over again."

Lucy stepped closer, her gaze steady on his. "You won't be hearing it alone. I'll be right here with you."

For a moment, Wesley looked into her eyes, grateful for her presence. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and took a deep breath before dialing Sarah's number.

The phone rang twice before Sarah picked up. "Wesley, I was just about to call you."

His heart skipped a beat. "How's KITT? Is... is he going to make it?"

There was a brief pause on the other end, and Wesley's grip tightened on the phone. Lucy stood close, silently offering her support.

"Well," Sarah began, "it was touch and go for a while, but I've got good news. KITT's going to be okay. We're working on repairs, but it's going to take some time to get him fully operational again."

Wesley exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, relief flooding his face. "Thank you, Sarah. That's... that's really good to hear."

"I figured you'd want an update," Sarah continued. "I'll keep you posted as we make progress, but just hang in there, okay?"

Wesley nodded, even though Sarah couldn't see him. "I will. Thanks, Sarah."

After hanging up, he turned to Lucy with a small smile. "He's going to be okay."

Lucy smiled back, relieved. "See? I told you. Resilient."

Wesley chuckled softly, pulling her into a hug. "I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes."

"You'd probably still be standing in the motor pool, staring at that empty spot," she teased, hugging him tightly.

He laughed, feeling the weight of the day lift just a little. "You're probably right."

As they broke apart, Wesley wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and they started walking toward the exit. "Let's go home. And this time, I won't make you drive."

Lucy grinned. "Good call. You've had enough excitement for one day."

Wesley smiled softly, his voice steady but full of emotion. "You know, you could choose to see that tattoo as a reminder of your worst moment. But to me, it's a symbol of your strength. It marks you as a survivor, Lucy. That day didn't break you—it made you. It wasn't your day of death, Officer Chen; it was the beginning of the rest of your life. No one can take that from you."

Lucy's eyes welled up with tears, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you."

Wesley's expression softened even more as he stepped closer. "I love you so much. You're my rock, my guardian angel. You make me whole, Lucy. And I'll always love you."

Lucy smiled through her tears, her voice warm and tender. "I love you too."

They shared a quiet moment before turning and walking out of the training room together, leaving behind the echoes of their heartfelt conversation in the empty space.

To be continued...