I've had some extra writing time today. So, I'm adding more chapters than usual. :o)

Chapter 8

Caitlin awoke to the sensation of someone on top of her. She realized that her hands were now untied but she felt someone kissing her neck and pulling at the buttons on her blouse. Her thigh ached and the pain was more than she could take.

"You thought you could out hide me didn't you?" Cameron said to her. "Too bad you're unconscious because this won't be nearly as much fun."

Caitlin tried not to panic. She controlled her breathing and relaxed. She knew she had the upper hand only once since he didn't know she was really awake. She waited until he lifted off of her for a moment. Then with all the strength she had left in her, she kicked him with her uninjured leg, sending him sprawling down the hill towards the lake. He screamed as he fell and hit his head and rolled down into the water.

Caitlin got up and ran without looking back. Even when she thought she could run no more, she pushed on. Finally, she found a small ridge with a clump of trees and a rock formation that she could hide between. She managed to climb to the highest point using the last of her strength. Finally, unable to go any further, she collapsed unconscious.

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While Dom went to get Airwolf, Saint John and String flew to the cabin with Michael and Marella. They quickly ran from the dock with guns drawn. String was the first to see that the front door of the cabin was open. He ran in followed by Saint John. Michael and Marella stayed outside to survey the area.

"Looks like there's been a struggle here String," said Saint John. "They're no longer here though."

"Hawke," yelled Michael. "I think you need to get out here."

"What is it Michael," yelled String as he walked out onto the porch.

Michael showed String and Saint John an area of blood on the ground and a trail that led towards the lake.

"You stay back here in case they come back this way Michael," said String. "Saint John and I'll head down towards the lake."

Strings heart was racing. He prayed that it wasn't Caitlin's blood they had found but he knew that the chances were high. "Please be okay," he said to himself. "Hang on Caitlin. We're on our way."

String and Saint John raced down to the lake. Nearly out of breath, they stopped dead in their tracks at the sight by the edge of the water. Ian Cameron was laying at the edge of the lake face down with his head submerged.

The two ran down to the lake, pulled him out and turned him over. Saint John checked for a pulse. "He's dead," he replied. "It looks like he broke his neck."

String let out a sigh of relief. "Then where's Caitlin?" he asked. "She must have not realized he was dead and kept running from him."

Saint John noticed the blood on the ground. "It looks like there was another struggle here. She's apparently bleeding pretty badly," he said. "We need to find her fast."

String suddenly felt dizzy. He was still feeling the effects of what had happened to him the night before.

"Are you okay?" asked Saint John. He grabbed his brother by the arm and helped him to sit down on the ground. "Take it easy. It's going to be okay."

"I don't have a very good feeling about this Saint John," he replied. "I thought this would all be over by now and we would have found her."

"Dom will be here with the Lady anytime now," replied Saint John. "He'll do a scan of the area and we'll find her. We know she's here. Just have patience."