So, there are a few twists and turns in this story. More to come with their so called "fame" but now they have to deal with other issues as well.

Chapter 4

When String and Dom got back to Santini Air, the fire department was just finishing putting out the fire. They ran inside and saw the paramedics taking Caitlin out on a stretcher. She was unconscious and they were administering oxygen.

String ran over to them as they were loading her into the ambulance. He saw that Michael's security guard was already inside.

"Is she okay?" he asked impatiently. "What happened?"

"She suffered a concussion and smoke inhalation," replied one of the paramedics. "It's too soon to know the full effects of either at this time. The doctors will tell you more. We've been instructed to take these two to the Firm's clinic."

"How is the guard?" ask Dom as he came up behind them.

"Pretty bad," replied another paramedic. "We need to get going."

Dom grabbed String by the arm and pulled him back to allow the paramedics to shut the ambulance door. "We'll be right behind them," he nearly yelled. "Let's go."

When they got to the clinic String watched as they took Caitlin into the one of the back emergency treatment areas. He wanted to go back there with her but Michael stopped him.

"Let them do their job," he said sternly. "She'll be alright."

String frowned. "I want to know what happened," he replied. "Someone purposely started that fire."

"Of course they did," replied Michael. "My guard was nearly killed as well. I have my people there investigating as we speak. We'll get to the bottom of it."

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Two hours later, the doctor finally came out and gave them information on Caitlin. "She's awake now," he said. "You can see her but please don't allow her to talk or remove the oxygen. She's been a bit agitated. We've had to calm her down twice now."

"I won't," replied String as he quickly moved past the doctor and headed back to see Caitlin.

When he reached the room she was in, he slowly opened the door and made his way over to her bed. She was pale but her eyes looked up at him and she tried to smile.

"Hey," he said softly as he took her hand in his. "You're going to be just fine."

"String…" Caitlin started to speak.

"Shh," he replied trying to quiet her. "The doctor doesn't want you talking just yet. You just need to rest."

Caitlin shook her head. "Fire," she said. "I couldn't get out."

"It's okay," he whispered. "You're okay. We'll find out what happened later. Please just relax or they'll make me leave."

"No, don't leave," she replied as she tried to remove the oxygen mask.

String grabbed her hand and put the mask back. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm going to sit right here while you sleep," he said. "Just close your eyes now and rest. Baby will you please do that for me?"

Caitlin shook her head to confirm and closed her eyes. String was relieved when she finally drifted off to sleep. He hadn't even noticed that Dom had come in the room until Dom put his hand on String's shoulder.

"I'm going to check on things at Santini Air before heading home," he said. "Michael's men should be through with their investigation by now. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay," String replied. "I'm going to stay here tonight."

Dom smiled. "Like I had any doubts."

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Later that night, Michael came in to see String and check on Caitlin. "How is she?" he asked.

"The doctor just checked on her," he replied. "He said she's doing well. She just needs to rest and he wants to keep her on the oxygen until tomorrow."

"I have some news," said Michael.

"Do you know who did this?" asked String.

"Well, we found a package from your admirer on the desk," he replied. "It contained some lotions and other sundries. Whoever she is she's quite smitten with you."

"You think this admirer did this?" asked String. "That's crazy."

"Well, at first glance it appeared so but I'm afraid it's worse," he replied.

"What do you mean by worse?" String asked.

"There was a severed finger taped to the door of the room Cait was locked in," Michael continued. "Finger prints show that it belongs to the informant that Dom brought those disks to."

"They know who Dom is," said String. "How is that possible?"

"I don't know," replied Michael. "Was he in any of this media blitz that has been going on?"

"He's been at Santini Air but that's it," replied String. "Maybe the reporters that have been hanging around took pictures of him."

"Well, where is Dominick now?" asked Michael.

"Damn it," said Hawke. "He went back to Santini Air to check on things."

"I know you hate to leave Cait but I think we should get over there and make sure he's alright," said Michael. "After what just happened, I don't like the idea of him being there alone."

String took Caitlin's hand and gently laid it on her stomach. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead again.

"Let's go," he said.

When they got to Santini Air, the jeep was still parked out front but all the lights appeared to be off. Pulling out their weapons, the two men made their way inside.

"Dom?" String called out. "Dom where are you?"

They got no answer as String made his way over to the main light switch and turned on the lights. They could see the damage done by the fire but it seemed to be localized to the back offices.

"Dom!" yelled String again as they began to search for him. "He would have taken the jeep. I don't like this."

Suddenly the two heard a noise of someone wrestling with the door handle. They both pointed their guns at the entrance as the person opened the door.

"Whoa," said Saint John as he saw the guns pointed at him and looked around at the smoke damaged area. "What the hell is going on here?"

String stared at his brother. "You nearly gave us a heart attack," he said

"Hey I'm the one with guns pointed at him," Saint John said sarcastically. "What happened?"