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The Plot Thickens:

The tension and silence was interupted by the humming of a vibrating phone. Both Bonnie and Michael reached for the phone at the same time. Bonnie pulled it in much faster than he could, so she read it outloud.

Garthe Knight to Miss Barstow: I'm coming for you. NOTHING WILL STOP ME!! I will cut down Michael Knight and he will not survive. And I will make a hood ornament out of your precious Kitt.

She shuddered violently as she finished reading it. The threats were gaining in intensity and the longer she stared at it the sicker and more fearful she felt. Bonnie let out a staggering sigh and she began to sob.

Michael wasted no time and he pulled her into his arms. "Bons, Bons, don't worry. I'm here and I'm not going to leave your side. Garthe will not kill me, he will not be turning Kitt into any kind of a hood ornament, and he absolutely will never get within fifty feet of you or this child....our child." As he spoke, particularly about Bonnie's precious cargo, his hands traced over her swollen stomach.

Bonnie wanted to believe Michael's words and offer of absolute protection but there was a lingering caress of doubt remaining in her mind. But she didn't want to appear to undermine her new husband so she did her best to wipe away the lingering tears and to appear un-shaken by the current and previous threats.

"Bons, Kitt and I have to go to work.... but I want you to stay here. Don't let anyone in and I want to check in on you every other hour. If Garthe text any more, I want you to forward them to me. If he calls, don't pick up. And I want you to promise that you won't leave the house for anything," Michael instructed with a loving and very earnest tone.

Bonnie understood the instructions and it wasn't like a pregnant woman would be running about on long shopping trips, not when her ankles and feet were swollen. She wouldn't be able to run from a threat if one was presented so she didn't mind staying home and working on improvements to Kitt's functions and the safety programing for the Foundation.

"You know I hate leaving you, Bons. But Devon did say this case was urgent," Michael begrudgingly added, kissing her on her forehead and then once on the lips.

Then with a smile he added, "take care of my baby, will yah?"

"I will, Michael. And Michael? Do me a favor, be careful with Kitt and don't take any unnecessary risks... please," Bonnie breathed with a desperate longing. She didn't want him to leave her when she felt so vulnerable. But as a F.L.A.G. agent she understood that the Foundation has a duty to protect those in more danger than she herself was in. That is why she could not and would not stop him.

"You got it Bons. After all, I have a wife and un-born baby to return to. And I promise, so long as my lungs draw air, I will not abandon you,' Michael replied, stealing one last kiss.

Not even ten minutes after Michael left, her phone vibrated to life. Licking her lips she hesitated to read the new message. She knew who it was from but she wasn't sure she cared to read why he was sending messages.

Eventually her curiosity drove her to open the text and what she saw next made her blood turn as cold as a slippery impenetrable sheet of ice.