Fearful Discoveries:

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Karr had been right, Michael and Kitt had been closing in on them. Six hours after Garthe had taken Bonnie away from the mansion, they arrived. 

"Michael?" Kitt hesitantly spoke, breaking the awkward silence that had flooded the cabin. 

In a low and quietly seething tone Michael replied, "what is it, Kitt?" 

"Michael. I think Bonnie's been here...." Kitt confessed.

Michael grumbled softly, "What makes you say that, buddy?" 

His red scanners swooshed from side to side and he answered, "look outside the passenger door. There is a button and it looks like one off of Bonnie's boots."

Michael gently kicked open his door and climbed out of the cabin and rushing around Kitt's front fender, he made his way to the passenger's side. Low and behold there, nestled in the desert's dry earth lay something that made his guts churn. Kitt was right. The button did appear to come off of one of Bonnie's boots. He picked up the small button and he clutched it tightly in his hand. "If Bonnie was here..... that could mean she is still alive," he mused aloud.  

He bound up the stairs of the brick and creme colored mansion and he tried the door. To his surprise the door gave a welcoming groan before swinging wide open. Michael breathed, "Kitt, keep your scanners peeled Buddy. Something doesn't feel right here."

Kitt replied, "as you wish Michael."

His blue eyes slowly absorbed the strange new setting and then suddenly, they widened. Breath hitched in his throat and he felt his heart drop inside of his chest.  Shakily he commanded, "Kitt..... get the police down here. There is blood everywhere...." He stifled a sob, knowing that he could contaminate the crime scene he shouldn't move further into the house until the police arrived.

Before he made his way out of the mansion, Michael scooped down and got a sample of the blood he took it out to Kitt. Leaning in the open passenger's side door Michael begged, "Kitt, scan this for me would yah?"

"Absolutely," Kitt replied opening his tray for the blood sample. With a few mechanical beeps he finished his analysis. "Michael.... the blood is O positive.... just like Bonnie's." There was a haunted kind of sound to his usually steady voice. Even his voice modulator seemed to flash worriedly. 

Michael seemed deflated and defeated as he leaned against Kitt for support. This wasn't the good news he had been expecting. No, it felt as though the earth was shattering beneath his feet. He felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him when he considered everything he had seen. The amount of blood on the stairs and floors leading to the basement was enough to render even a large bull helpless... if not dead. Bonnie wasn't a large woman even with her first couple months of pregnancy she still maintained a slender figure. The loss of that much blood would be fatal for her and Michael knew it. 

"God.... please....please don't let that be my Bonnie," he prayerfully implored, turning his gaze heavenward. The strong man felt like breaking down and sobbing but he knew every moment mattered when recovering abducted individuals. His feet shifted anxiously and he slowly turned back to the mansion. 

Once past the door he was overcome by the great amount of blood spread almost everywhere for a second time. The growing stench of death and destruction was almost too much for him to handle with the typical fineness.

 A small curse escaped his lips and he made his way back out onto the porch, desperate for a breath of clean air. He leaned over the side of the mansion's railing feeling as though he might vomit from the intensity of the situation. His shoulders drew back defensively as he paced in front of the door until he could regain his bearings. He took in several large swallows of air, which caused his reddened face to slowly return to its typical shade. While his stomach was still violently upset, he knew he had to do something more than stand around waiting for someone else to do the dirty work. Getting over the initial waves of shock and horror, Michael breathed,"I have to go back in, Kitt. If something has happened to Bonnie, I might be her last hope."

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