Mike kissed his temple. "Then we'll go talk to 'em," he murmured. "We'll go make sure they know something's going down." He stroked Sandy's hair. "Lemme get my boots on and we'll go - and I promise, Kitt, I'll come back and clean up your back seat."

He rubbed Sandy's back for a few more moments before he slowly started to let go so he could get his shoes back on.