I decided to do this one in chapters because I'm not sure how long/short I want it to be yet. It won't be like my series stories that I always kept at ten chapters. This is a stand alone story and not tied to any others. It would have taken place sometime in season three.

Chapter 1

It was a cooler than normal November day when Archangel dropped by the hangar to congratulate Hawke and the Airwolf crew on another successful mission. Caitlin was helping Hawke clean up after some repairs they had made and she shuttered at the breeze that blew through the hangar.

"I'll close up," said Hawke after seeing her shake a little. But before he could close the hangar doors, Michael strolled in.

"What brings you here Michael?" he asked almost smiling.

"Just wanted you to know how impressed I was with your finishing this last mission so quickly," he replied.

"And?' Inquired Hawke, knowing the answer.

"And you won the bet," he replied handing Hawke a small envelope.

"What's that?" asked Caitlin.

Hawke shot Michael a "do not tell" look.

"Oh, just a little something Michael promised me," said Hawke. "I'll explain later."

Caitlin shrugged and continued cleaning up the desk and sorting out Dom's paperwork.

"Where's Santini?" asked Michael.

"He left early," replied Hawke. "He actually had a date tonight."

"Well, that's good to hear," replied Michael.

"I think the whole thing is kinda romantic," Caitlin said with a grin. "He even bought her flowers and is taking her to see her favorite play."

Hawke shook his head. "Girls and their love of romance," he said. "I'll take a hockey game any day."

Michael laughed at the expression Hawke's comment brought to Caitlin's face.

"Hmph," she replied. "You could learn a thing or two from Dom."

"Ah, romance is over rated," replied Hawke while trying not to laugh.

Caitlin twisted up her face, finally realizing Hawke was teasing her. "Very funny," she replied.

Before he could reply, they heard the loud squeal of tires and were quickly overrun by three men with assault weapons. One held his weapon on them while another quickly shut the hangar doors.

"What do you want?" asked Hawke.

The men didn't answer until they had checked out the entire hangar for other people and locked all the doors behind them.

"We want you to fly us out of here," said the man who appeared to be the leader of the three. "We are about to get some company. You're now our hostages and soon, you'll be our pilot."

Within moments, sirens wailed all around them. One of the men turned around and sprayed bullets towards one of the hangar doors.

"Back off," one of the men yelled. "We have three people in here that won't make it out alive unless you get at least fifty feet away.

Within minutes a phone call came into Sanitini Air. The man motioned for Caitlin to answer it.

"Santini Air," she said after picking up the receiver. "Yes. Okay."

Caitlin held the phone out in front of her. "They want to speak to you," she said.

After ordering his friend to cover the three with his weapon, the man took the phone from Caitlin.

"Yes," he said. "You can call me Hal. That's all you need to know."

He listened for several minutes before he spoke again.

"I want to be able to use that helicopter out there," he continued. "I'm guessing I already have my pilot in here. We want to leave here in exactly four hours. If you don't let us go, these people won't make it out of here alive."

Hal slammed the phone down. "They don't know who they're messing with," he said. "We got the money already. We just need to get out of here and they're going to let us."

Jim, Rick, check out those back rooms again," he ordered. "Make sure they can't get in here any other way."

Hal then looked the three of them over. "So, who exactly are you?" he said to Michael. "You must be Santini. You look like you own this place."

Michael looked at Hawke and shook his head in agreement. "That' would be me," he replied.

"And I'm guessing you're the pilot," he said to Hawke.

He walked over to Caitlin and stared at her. "She must be the secretary," he said with a smirk.

Caitlin started to object. "I'm a…." she started to say pilot but stopped short when Hawke shot her his "don't say it" look.

"You're a what?" asked Hal.

"I'm a co-manager of this place," she replied.

"I don't care if you are a co-manager or secretary," he replied. "I still want you to get me a cup of coffee. This just might be a long night."

Caitlin frowned as she went over to the coffee maker and poured the man a cup.

"What exactly do you want with us?" asked Hawke.

"You've got ears," Hal yelled. "I want you to fly us out of here in four hours."

"Why do to have the police after you like this?" asked Michael.

"We robbed the bank," said Rick with a grin. "They didn't know what hit them."

"Rick!" yelled Hal. "Keep your mouth shut. These three don't need an explanation. They are going to do whatever we want."

"I'm not flying you anywhere unless I know what's going on," replied Hawke. "So, you'd better fill me in or find another pilot somewhere else."

Hawke's comment infuriated Hal. To everyone's surprise, he turned and slapped Caitlin hard across the face. The force nearly knocked her over. When Hawke tried to move towards her, Rick placed his gun on Hawke's chest.

"Don't you dare try to cross me," said Hal. "I'm the one in charge here, not you. And you will do as I say or this little lady here will pay the price each time you disobey me."

Hawke was seething. "Hurting that girl won't help your cause," he said. "I'll fly you wherever you want but as I see it, we both have something to lose here. If something happens to her, you might as well kill me because I won't go anywhere."

Hal took a deep breath. "So, I guess we have sort of a standoff of our own in here. Okay, I'll leave her alone for now. Just so you know that I have no qualms about harming a woman if it comes down to it. I just killed three at the bank."

Hawke stared at Caitlin. He could tell that the hit was painful but she was trying to hide it. "Are you okay?" he finally asked her.

"I'm fine," she said softly.