This story was inspired by an episode of Castle which is one of my other favorite shows. This picks up right after my story "Beneath the Surface".

Chapter 1

String hurried to make his phone call to Michael as Caitlin walked outside to take Tet for a walk. He didn't want her to overhear their conversation. Michael had been helping him with what he considered to be a somewhat delicate situation.

"Any news Michael?" he asked.

"I promise I'll have it any day now," replied Michael. "I told you that there was a lot of red tape to go through. I'm doing the best I can here."

"You'd better do more than that Michael," String replied. "I can't put her off much longer. Caitlin's beginning to think that I've changed my mind about marrying her."

"Relax," replied Michael. "She's going to be really surprised. You got lucky that the ring was still in the guy's pocket when they found his body. She'll be happy that you waited on getting another ring."

"I hope you're right," said String. "I've got to go, she's on her way back in."

Caitlin slowly came up the steps of the cabin. String watched as she turned and took in the last of the sun as it slowly disappeared. He walked outside to join her and placed his arms around her from behind, pulling her close to him.

"I love this time of night," she said quietly. "It's so peaceful and the colors in the sky are so beautiful."

Hawke smiled and whispered in her ear. "Just like you," he said.

Caitlin smiled and turned around in his arms. She reached up and kissed him before giving him a hug. "I love you," she said.

"I love you too," he replied. "Let's turn in early. Remember, we have to be on the set just before sunrise."

"Okay," she replied. "The last time we were late Dom wouldn't let us live it down for weeks. I promised him that it wouldn't happen again."

The two headed up to the loft and quickly settled into bed. String rolled to his side so that Caitlin could snuggle up with him as she usually liked to do. He loved having her there and he always slept better with he by his side.

"Goodnight," he said softly.

"Goodnight," she replied as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

It seemed like he had only been asleep for a few moments when String woke. He couldn't understand why his head felt so heavy. He looked up to see the sun was coming up above him.

"Where am I?" he thought. "Why am I outside?"

Suddenly String sat up and looked around. He was lying on a small beach with bright white sand and clear blue water. He looked down and he was still wearing the sweat pants he'd worn to bed that night.

"Caitlin!" he said. "Caitlin, wake up."

Caitlin was beside him. She was also wearing the shorts and tank top that she had gone to bed in. She sat up and looked around.

"Where are we? How in the world did we get here?" she asked.

"That's a good question," he replied. "I wish I had an answer."

Both noticed immediately that there was one change to what they had on. Caitlin and String were attached to each other with handcuffs.

"Why are we wearing handcuffs?" she asked.

"Another good question," he replied.

She gave him a funny look.

"Hey, I didn't put them on us," he replied.

Carefully they both stood up and looked around. String walked towards the water pulling Caitlin with him.

"Ow, be careful," she said. "Remember I'm attached to you. That's my arm you're pulling out of socket."

"Oh, sorry," he replied. "This looks like some kind of deserted island. I just can't figure out how we got here."

"What's the last thing you remember?" asked Caitlin.

"Snuggling in bed with you," he replied. String looked down at his arm and then grabbed Caitlin's.

"Needle marks," he said.

"We were drugged?" she asked. "No wonder my head feels so foggy."

The two walked a little further up the beach to where they saw a small boat dock. String was the first to notice that there was a note nailed to the small railing on one side.

The note said:

Welcome to my island Stringfellow Hawke. It's time to play the game my way. There is only one way to get off of this island. Either you'll find it or die trying. Either way, I win. Who am I? You'll find out in time.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Back at Santini Air Dom and Saint John were getting ready to head to the set of the movie they were working on.

"Damn it," said Dom. "They promised me they wouldn't be late this time."

"Just hold your horses," said Saint John. "I'm sure they'll be here anytime now."

As soon as he spoke, they heard a car pull up outside.

"See," he replied.

"No, I don't see," Dom replied as Michael walked into Santini Air.

"What's going on Michael?" asked Dom. "Why are you here so early in the morning?"

"This," he said as he handed the note to Dom. "It was delivered to the Firm late last night. It appears that Caitlin and String have been kidnapped. He's asking for Airwolf as ransom for their return."

"Who's he?" asked Saint John.

Michael sighed. "John Bradford Horn," he replied.