After hours
By Gumnut
29 Jun 2004

"This just isn't right."

"What?"

"This. What would Devon say?"

"Nothing, because he is never going to find out." Pause. "Is he?"

"Most certainly not from me. This is far too embarrassing."

"For you?! What about for me? I have to wear this stupid hat."

"Have you seen that monstrosity attached to my roof, Michael? As I recall, it was you who put it there in the first place."

"Well, it is all for a good cause."

"That is debatable."

"My, aren't we a little touchy tonight."

"I believe I have sufficient reason to be."

"It was not my fault."

"That is also debatable."

"C'mon, Kitt, what's a little moonlighting here and there."

"Is that what you call this? I simply call it demeaning."

Sigh. "You're determined to make me suffer for this, aren't you?"

"If only to remind you not to do that again."

"It was not my fault."

"I believe you've already said that."

"Kitt, how was I supposed to know he was her boyfriend?"

"You could have asked."

"She could have told me!"

"Calm down, Michael, we're nearly there."

Steamy silence.

"You know, you're right. This is humiliating."

"It is only for a couple of nights, until he is out of the hospital. As you said, it is the least we can do."

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Kitt."

"Neither does that thing on my roof."

"Live with it."

"Now who's touchy?"

"Can it, Kitt." Pause. "Is this the right place?"

"According to our directions, yes. Be careful, Michael. There is a sign on the gate, 'Beware of the Dog', however I can not pick up the canine's location."

"Thanks, Pal." Pause. "And I'm sorry. I know I got us into this, and Bonnie has every right to be angry, as do you-"

"Michael, you only did what you thought was right. Bonnie will forgive you...eventually."

Silence.

Sigh. "Okay, thanks, buddy." He opened the door. "Keep your scanners peeled, we wouldn't want any of the bad guys to creep up on us would we?"

Kitt's turn to sigh.

Michael smiled as he closed the door, and, turning, opened the gate to the yard before bounding up the steps. Reaching the front door of the two-story house, he rapped on the elegant woodwork.

A voice called out from inside. "Yes?'

Michael Knight took deep breath.

"Pizza delivery!"

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FIN.