A startling Text

Revelation:

Blue eyes of the unannounced visitor peered at the wall where the bullet had lodged. The bullet had missed his head by about three inches.  But his mind couldn't remain on the close call because Bonnie was sobbing fearfully on the bed. 

Instinctively, Michael stumbled across the room and his arms drew Bonnie into his chest. "Bonnie? Whats the matter? What happened? Are you hurt?" He rapidly questioned her. His fingers slowly messaged through her hair.

He knew that Garthe had tried to kill her, not more than a few months ago, and when he did he nearly succeeded. Bonnie still hadn't shaken the scars from her detainment. She had been in Garthe's company for nearly four weeks before Michael, Kitt, and Devon had been able to rescue her. Michael could understand her instinctive reactions, he too experienced them when as Michael Long he had been shot and nearly killed. But seeing this kind of reaction from Bonnie scared him. She was generally the calm one... the one whose responses always seemed to be patient and logical. 

"I... I... I'm fine now that you are here," Bonnie confessed with a sob as she buried her head into Michael's sturdy arm. She tried to make herself stop shaking and trembling but it was just too difficult. 

"I'm... I'm sorry. I... I.... I... nearly shot you...." she remorsefully blubbered, breathing into his chest and submersing herself in his overwhelming comfort. 

Michael calmly breathed, "I know... I know Bons. It's okay. You missed me. See, I'm still here," he calmly murmured into her ear. 

Kitt beeped in on the com-link, "Michael? Is everything okay? I heard a gunshot. Is Bonnie okay?" The swooshing of his scanner could be heard through the connection; to an extent, Bonnie found this comforting.

"Everything is fine, Kitt. It's all under control. She is shaken but very much alive. But do me a favor would, yah buddy? Keep your scanner's peeled," Michael replied. 

"Sure thing, Michael," Kitt gently replied.

Michael's attention returned to Bonnie and her strange over-reaction to his early return home. 

"Now Bonnie, look at me. When I came in here... you thought I was someone else. Who did you think I was and why did you take a shot at me? What has you so scared? You know you can tell me,' the curly haired F.L.A.G. agent prompted, the concern apparent in his voice. He had to know what had shaken his new wife so badly.