A/N: This is my first Airwolf fanfiction. While I've always been a JMV fan and remember the original run of Airwolf it wasn't until I recently began watching it again on Hulu and Netflix that I remembered how much I enjoyed the show. I am a definite Cait/Hawke shipper and wish the show could have run longer so we could have possibly seen them together. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. I had no Beta reader so any mistakes are mine and mine alone.

A/N: I do not own Airwolf or any of its characters. Nor do I make any profit off of these writings. They are for entertainment only.

VIOLATION

Chapter 1

"Hey, Cait, I'm ready to head out, you coming?" asked Stringfellow Hawke as he stepped into the doorway of the Santini Air office where Caitlin O'Shannessy was working on some of the ever-present paperwork that always seemed to be piled up on Dominic Santini's desk.

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Caitlin was the newest member of the Santini Air team who had started working for Dominic Santini as a helicopter pilot and stunt perfomer a little over a year earlier after seeking out Stringfellow Hawke and his 'black battleship with rotors' as she affectionately called the world's most technically advanced helicopter that Hawke piloted for The Firm. Caitlin had been working as helicopter traffic control for the Texas Highway Patrol in Pope County Texas and had found herself on the wrong side of a crooked Sheriff. Hawke had come to town looking for an old friend who was in trouble only to find his friend dead and himself at odds with the same Sheriff. Together Hawke, Caitlin, Dominic Santini and Airwolf managed to bring down the Sheriff and his men and restore some sense of justice to Pope County.

After that incident, Caitlin had been unable to get the amazing chopper, and the pilot who flew it, out of her mind. So she took a leave of absence from the THP and sought out Stringfellow Hawke under the pretense of returning his friend's remains to him, which she did. But if she was being honest with herself there may have been other reasons for seeking out the man with the haunting eyes that she just couldn't seem to get out of her head.

For whatever reasons, it had turned out to be the best decision of her life. Here she was a year later doing what she loved, flying choppers and becoming a part of a family, unconventional though it was. The fact that Dominic and Hawke had welcomed her into their lives and had even trusted her enough to finally bring her aboard the Airwolf team, still awed her. Sometimes she had to stop and pinch herself . Although things hadn't developed romantically with Hawke (not yet, anyways – Caitlin was never one to give up when she really wanted something), she knew she had been given a special gift when she was allowed to enter the reclusive Stringfellow Hawke's world and to be called friend by him, a privilege given to only a handful of people on earth. She finally felt as if she had a place where she belonged.

Hawke, too, felt privileged to have Caitlin in his life. The spunky redhead had caught his attention, and truth be known, his heart from the first time he saw her in Pope County, Texas. Sure, Stringfellow Hawke had had his share of beautiful and intelligent women but there was something different about Caitlin O'Shannessy that just made him smile whenever he was around her, not a small feat when considering Hawke's usual stoic demeanor. There were those who even doubted he knew how to smile.

Caitlin was beautiful in her own sweet way with her short red hair and freckles that seemed to stem from everywhere from head to toe yet she was also one tough lady when cornered. Hawke had seen her put more than one unsuspecting criminal on their backsides with her lightening quick karate moves. Caitlin was also a crack shot with almost any firearm and had even turned out to be one hell of an engineer and co-pilot in the difficult to fly Airwolf. She was definitely the complete package, a lady who could take care of herself and look beautiful while doing it.

If it hadn't been for his own fears of losing her, he would have done something to move their relationship from friends to more-than-friends a long time ago. However, Hawke had had a long string of experiences of losing everyone he got too close to and was convinced he had a curse over his head that would take away anyone he loved too much. For that reason only, he stayed an arm's length away from Caitlin, no matter how much it pained him to do so. He really felt it was for her own safety.

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"Huh?" Cait Jerked her head up from her accounting to see Hawke staring at her from the office doorway. "Oh, Hawke, you scared me. I guess I was more involved in these invoices than I thought. I swear, I don't know how Dominic ever kept this business running before I started doing his bookkeeping for him…it's such a mess! It's a wonder the IRS hasn't arrested him." She said with an exasperated sigh.

Giving her one of his rare smiles, Hawke replied, "Yeah, it wasn't a pretty situation I can tell you that. I think Dom was always just one step ahead of his creditors. Just another reason we're glad to have you here. Now, you've been working in here all evening, it's way past closing, and I'm hungry, why don't you put that paperwork away and come with me over to The Wharf for dinner? I hear they got a fresh batch of Mahi Mahi in today, my treat!"

"Oh Hawke, that sounds wonderful and I wish I could but the quarterly tax reports are due and if I don't get the monthly FAA audit numbers in none of us are going to have a job!" Caitlin stood from behind the desk and stretched before walking over to the coffee pot that sat on the top of the filing cabinet and re-filling her empty cup.

"Caitlin you've been working too hard." Hawke commented while observing the dark circles under the redhead's eyes as she walked in front of him. "I know with Dom being on vacation in Italy it has really put a lot of extra work on you, what with trying to fill in with his flying lessons as well as doing all of your own plus the paperwork. I'm sure it can all wait one night, you deserve a break. Hell, we both do. Why don't you let it go for tonight and I promise to take you home right after we eat and I'll pick you up early in the morning so we can get things done tomorrow." Hawke looked hopeful as Cait seemed to think over his proposal for a moment.

"No, no, I really can't Hawke. I really have to get this stuff done tonight. Why don't you go on and I should have this done in another couple of hours. Then I promise I'll go home and take it easy. " Cait turned and looked at Hawke who was practically staring a hole right through her with those piercing blue eyes of his. She quickly looked down at the coffee cup she was holding instead. She knew she could never resist that look for long and would follow him to the ends of the earth if she allowed herself to get lost in those eyes.

As Cait walked by him, back towards the desk, Hawke reached out and gently grabbed her elbow, forcing her to look at him. "Cait, I don't like you being in this hanger by yourself this late. I really don't want to leave you here alone (not tonight anyways he thought to himself). Hawke wasn't sure what it was, but all day he had had a feeling that was making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He couldn't put a finger on it but he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen and Hawke's feelings were seldom wrong. The man almost had a sixth sense when it came to danger.

"Why Stringfellow Hawke, you do care." Caitlin said in her best Texas drawl as she shot him a smile and a wink.

Becoming completely serious, String slightly tightened his grip on Cait's arm. "I DO care, Cait and I've got a funny feeling that something's not right. I don't know what it is but I just don't want you here by yourself tonight. Now get your things and let's go. You don't have to go to dinner with me but I'm not leaving you here alone."

Pulling her arm forcefully from his grip, Caitlin quickly headed back behind the desk. "Hawke, I appreciate your concern but I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. How many times do I have to prove that to you before you believe it? Now I've got work to do, kindly leave and let me get back to it." Caitlin sat back in her chair with conviction and started reaching for her calculator so she could finish her work on the invoices.

"Cait, listen…" String started in but was immediately interrupted by Caitlin.

"No, Hawke, YOU listen. I'm a grown woman and a trained police officer that can take care of herself and isn't afraid of things that go bump in the night. Now I suggest you go and do whatever it is you feel you need to do and leave me to get my work done!" Caitlin shot daggers at String with her eyes as she spoke. How is that that this man that she cared for and loved so much one minute could make her blood boil the next? When was he going to learn to trust her and realize that she wasn't just some little girl that needed taking care of? Sure, she loved the way he protected her…to a point…but she also needed to make him see that she was self-sufficient woman who didn't have to depend on a hero on a white horse to ride in and save her all the time. Sure he'd done it before, just as she had saved his butt a time or two.

Seeing the sparks in her eyes, String could tell that there would be no budging Cait from that desk anytime soon. The woman had a stubborn streak almost as bad as his own. Taking a few seconds to think it over, he reluctantly admitted that he had no reason, other than a 'feeling' to make her leave. She was right, she was capable of taking care of herself, it was one of the things that was so attractive about her to begin with, and he really should trust her. If only, he could get that 'feeling' out of his head.

Raising his hands in defeat as he walked over behind her chair, String told her, "Alright. I know when I can't win. Just promise me, if anything doesn't seem right, you'll call me. I'll be at The Wharf for dinner and after that I'll be in the chopper or at the cabin, reachable by radio. You know I'll be right here if you need anything." Hawke leaned down and gave Caitlin a quick kiss on the top of her head.

"Yes, Dad, I promise." Caitlin said back with a grin. "I swear, you're getting as bad as Dom. It's like working with two mother-hens. Cluck- cluck, String!"

Holding his hands over his heart , String headed towards the door. "Oh man, that hurt Caitlin…that hurt!" He could hear Caitlin giggling as he headed out into the hanger.

Taking one more quick look back to where Cait was working in the office, Hawke shrugged his shoulders as if trying to shake off the feeling that was weighing him down and then turned and left the Santini Air hanger. As he climbed into the Stars and Stripes painted jeep and headed out of the Van Auys Airport gates, a cold chill ran down his back. It was then and there he decided he would be back to check on her before heading up to his cabin for the night. If she was still at the hanger, he would make her leave, even if he had to drag her out kicking and screaming!

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Watching the Santini Air Jeep leave the hanger, a man who had been sitting in the black sedan that was parked across the lot in the shadows of another hanger removed the earpiece he had been wearing and sighed. "It's about time you left, Hawke. I was beginning to think you were going to convince her to go with you. It's almost a shame you didn't, you really should pay more attention to your little 'feelings', the man thought to himself with an evil grin as he picked up the car phone that sat between the seats, quickly dialing a number.

"It's me, Mr. Horn. The eagle has left the nest and I'm headed in to take care of the young lady."

"Good. I'll expect a call when you're done and, remember, you can do what you want but I want her left alive and make sure she knows who sent you. Understood?"

"Understood, Mr. Horn. " And with that the man hung up the phone, checked his pocket for the taser he had brought with him and slid on the leather gloves that had been on the seat beside him. "This is going to be fun, " he thought as he walked towards the hanger.

TBC….