Stories in the series (in order):
The Lady for a Lady
No Easy Way
Sleeping Beauties
An Act of Betrayal
The Devil You Know
Demons
The Riddle of the Night
Caitlin parked the Jeep in Hawke's parking spot, hid the keys, and got into her own car to go home. Her body ached from fatigue and sadness. She wasn't sure but she thought she had just ended her friendship with Hawke. If she ended her friendship with Hawke, that meant she had to find another job which also meant no Dominic or Airwolf. She'd miss them both.
Caitlin trudged her way into her apartment, out of her clothes, and into a pair of pajamas. She hung Hawke's jacket up on her coat hook and went to bed.
It was a little after three when she slipped under the covers. As soon as she closed her eyes, the phone rang.
Caitlin reached for it with closed eyes and hit the button on her clock/radio. The morning news blurted out at her. Cait slapped her hand against the sleep button and the radio went off. The phone kept ringing, though. She grabbed it on the umpteenth ring.
"Hello," Her sleepy voice answered. "This better be good."
"I was checking to see if you were home," David's voice came through the other end. "We were given the green light to leave quarantine a few hours ago and I just got to a phone."
"It's three o'clock in the morning."
David's laughter rang through the phone. "No, sis, it's seven-thirty your time." There was a holler on his end of the phone. He was silent for a moment and then he said, "I've got to get going. See ya soon." He hung up the phone.
Caitlin hung her end of the phone up and looked at the clock for the first time since she woke up. David had been known to lie to her about the time before, but this time he wasn't. It was a few minutes after seven-thirty. Caitlin turned off the alarm and went to get a cup of coffee. While she watched the brown brew dribble into her new carafe, she heard a thud at the door.
Dragging her feet to the door, she opened it and looked down for the morning paper. It wasn't there. She started to close the door when she saw a piece of paper taped to her door.
Caitlin pulled the paper off, tape and all, and opened it. Inside was the letter Hawke had written her months ago when he thought she had died. Caitlin didn't have to read it because she knew what it said.
"You died," Hawke's voice filled the space between them. Caitlin didn't even notice he was in the hallway. She looked up at him with the paper still in her hands. She saw him swallow and then he repeated, "You died."