Nick was up with the crack of dawn and left the warehouse early for a jog.  At that time, only his subconscious was awake.  At the first hint of anything out of the ordinary he would have been alert in a split-second.  But nothing was amiss.  The two black cars were parked together, Karr at a slight angle to Kitt, prow tucked against his brother�s fender.  That was all that Nick noticed on his way out.
 

By the time he came back, an hour later, the cars had moved.
 

Nick did a double-take, letting his eyes linger on Kitt�s hood.  He sent a silent question to his partner, who smiled and shrugged.
<He�s a romantic>
Nick chuckled.  <He didn�t get it from you at least>
There was an indignant huff in Karr�s voice, and then a wink as he responded.  <You don�t strike me as the sort who would appreciate flowers>
 

Michael woke to the wonderful warmth in his mind.  His whole body felt relaxed, still sated from Kitt�s marvelous touches of the previous night.  He reached for Kitt, wrapping his �arms� tighter around the sleeping presence lying entwined with him.
//g�morning Beauty//
//Michael�.//  His hug was returned.  //sleep well?//
//like a very happy, very satisfied and exhausted thing//  Kitt smiled, mirroring his partner�s feelings back through the implant.  //what have I missed?//
//nothing.  Nick�s up//
//big surprise//
Michael dozed for a few more minutes, stole a long, deep kiss from his lover and gently disentangled himself from the warmth that surrounded him.

After a shower and a shave he stepped out of his room, walking with a bounce in his stride.  Nick was in the kitchen, emptying a carton of fresh juice down his throat.  He gave Michael an odd smile when the other crossed to the coffee machine and started to set it working.  After a minute or two, Michael turned.
�What?�
Nick�s expression opened into a rare, genuine smile.  �Nothing.�
Michael frowned.  �I can tell that you�re lying to me, it must be bad!�  But the other man refused to give away anything.  He went back to putting on the coffee, still suspicious.
 

Filling a mug ten minutes later, Michael dropped two slices of bread into the toaster and walked out onto the balcony to look out over the railings.  The first thing he noticed was that Karr wasn�t pressed up against Kitt as was their wont when they were both home for the night.  Then he looked at his partner and his mouth curled into a smile.  Putting down the mug, he took the wooden stairs two at a time, practically bouncing over to the TransAm.

On the hood, just in front of the windscreen on the driver�s side, stood an old high-grade motor oil bottle.  Being used as a vase for three black roses and three white roses.  Michael stared at them, lost for words.  And just as reached forward to touch one, he noticed the white envelope tucked under the wiper blade.

Taking it in his hand, he opened the envelope, pulling out the card inside.  It was very simple; a red, hand-drawn outline of a love-heart on a white background.  Lifting the front with his thumb, he read the words written inside.
 

I might never have known you, might never have felt your warm caress in my mind.
That I do, that I have, are the greatest wonders of my life.
I will love you, quite simply, forever.
K
 

Dropping one hand to the warm bodywork, Michael closed his eyes and reached back, silently taking his lover in a tight embrace.
//I love you too// he murmured, touching a delicate kiss to the white presence wrapped all around him.  //nothing would be right without you//  Kitt returned the kiss, deepened it, a little embarrassed at his own gesture.  Michael easily recognised the very human emotion.  He smiled, stroking a long, luxurious caress over the ever-shifting purity around him.  //the roses are beautiful, and the card� is breath taking//  He thought for a moment.  //I think you�re the first person ever to give me flowers//
Kitt tried to bury his face in Michael�s shoulder.  //I wasn�t sure�//
//they�re perfect//  Kitt�s embarrassment was touching.

Coming up slightly from the deep link, Michael lifted the flowers into his hands and sat himself on the hood of his car.  �Nice vase.�  Kitt�s smile and nudge in his mind was all the answer he got.  How Kitt had accomplished this wasn�t important to Michael at all.  He just had, and that meant everything.  �Of course, I feel all guilty now.�
�I know what you�re like with remembering special occasions.�
�Why didn�t you remind me?�

Kitt smiled slyly, resting easily in his lover�s offered embrace.  //I didn�t want to.  what could you possibly buy a car, anyway?//  There was humour in his tone, and Michael matched it.
//a bottle of motor oil with oil in it?  a wash �n� wax?  furry dice!  a nodding dog?  a plush Garfield with suction cups!//  Kitt had long-since discovered that the only way to shut Michael up was to kiss him.