AN: I have no intentions of String and Saint John meeting up anyway soon. Besides he is very busy dealing with some shall we say interesting organizations, not the Firm either.

Cait though she has now met him. Will not have a very clear picture of him. He will be someone she thinks she should know. Or feel akin too.

Saint John of course doesn't or isn't sure what the status is with Cait and Hawke and well Isis. He kind of thinks his little brother has settled down with a rather feisty lady and they have a daughter. Again we know better.

And a little btw way- they aren't getting together that easily.

The resounding report followed by a repeat ripped the cricket singing night wide open. Gun fire, there was never any doubting that sound. He grabbed his 300 Win mag, and case tossing the later into the back of his Bronco. The gun he checked for safety, propping it in the passenger side for easy access along with an extra banana clip. He sure hoped he wouldn't need to use it, but just in case. It was funny how combat taught you that sort of stuff. It had certainly taught him a lot of things including he wasn't ten foot tall and bullet proof.

Fast moving tail lights winking around a curve that was all he saw. He shrugged almost deciding to turn around and go back to his happy little camp. Now if that still little voice that kept nagging at all his mental alertness would just shut up.

What the hey, he muttered to himself. It wasn't like he was going to be here that much longer. He probably wouldn't see anyone, and if he did they wouldn't know him. So he let the nose of the Bronco swing out onto the road. Bright high beams and over heads lit up the otherwise dull back road.

After the first curve he had to remind himself, to take it a little easier on the old road. After all the embankment would be a pain even with his four-wheel drive and winch system. If he got himself off into that.

And speaking of which, he braked hard stopping in the middle of the road. There had been a wreck. Wreck was his first thought but after seeing the fragments of the road and rubber. He figured someone had taken at least a shot or two at the vehicle below.

A sweep of his light found her on down on the edge of the road. He wasn't sure she was still alive. The car was mangled and there as blood. Never ever a good sign he thought.

When he had got to her, he found she was still alive. She kept fading in and out. He began the usual chat up for any casualty be it war or accident. She had sworn there had been a child with her. His gut twisted as he swept around the car, trying to peer under it and any other place a body might become lodged.

She kept swearing someone took her. She had to tell Hawke and Dom. That was when he decided besides immediate medical attention he needed to get contact information. He had just informed her, he was going to have to tear her blouse a little more so he could bunch some gauze on. That was the first time she wacked him.

"For petes sake. Look Miss. Ma'am. I'm not your enemy you're going to bleed to death if you don't let me do this."

The second time, she took a swing at him was when put her in the Bronco. He kind of understood that blow. He did after all have to shove that gun out of the way. Who knew what she really thought about that, but if she knew String and Dom. Well she probably was a smart cookie.

He was standing in her room. Damn he swore to himself again. He couldn't get over how she sort of reminded him of Strings high school sweetheart. Well her license did at any rate. He couldn't figure it out. What made him see his little brother's girlfriend in her?

Maybe it was her eyes? No this girl clearly had blue green eyes. He settled into a chair by her bed, trying to call up what Strings former girlfriend had looked like. He thought about it. Well she was about the same height, he supposed. But then the feisty little Ms. Ma'am, he just brought in hadn't walked in on her on either. She wasn't able too. His previous girlfriend had, sandy blonde hair, this girl was clearly a strawberry blonde. If ever there was one. He paused looking at Caitlin. For the life of him suddenly he couldn't remember String's old girlfriend's name.

He sighed, time to stop dwelling on lost loves. He had a serious phone call to make and then he had to get out of there before someone recognized him. After all with who he was working for, well they did make the Firm look like a bunch of saints.

A gruff voice answered. "Caitlin. Where the heck are you?"

Saint John stood dumb struck. It had been so long since he had heard the old man's voice. It made him reel. What if String had answered? He should have given the hospital her contact information. But this was very personal.

'Hello." The voice demanded.

"Ah yes. Is a Miss. O'Shannessy-" That was all he got out.

"Is she alright? What's going on? Where is she?" Dom was on a roll. There was no doubt about that he thought.

"Mr. Santini. Miss. O'Shannessy has been." He stopped he had to be careful. All he needed was to upset Dominic Santini.

"Miss-."

Dom cut him off. "Are they alright."

Well this wasn't the way he saw things going.

"I am sorry sir; it appears the young lady was attacked on the highway. The little girl was taken." He sighed. "Miss. O'Shannessy has been hurt. She was shot-"

Dom's heartbroken voice cut him off from saying anything more.

He could hear the old man collapsing into a chair as he shouted.

"STRING! String, they've taken Isis, and shot Caitlin."

He lost it. "Dom." He shouted into the phone.

He had been fortunate or at least he hoped he had been that Dom didn't recognize his voice.

And then Stringfellow Hawke picked up.

"Who is this?" His no nonsense take command voice snapped over the line.

Saint John felt his gut twist. But he had to be just as commanding in his response.

" I found Ms. O'Shannessy out on the highway. Someone shot her tires out. She swears her child was with her, but someone took her. Friend I looked I didn't find a child. And I don't know what happened. I found her just a little past mile marker 84."

String was silent. Panic was welling up inside him. Someone had attacked Caitlin they had taken Isis. If she died, he suddenly thought. Gabrielle's death came slamming back to him. Why the hell had he let her stay on. Why hadn't he just let her leave after Robert had tried killing her?

"Is Caitlin, conscious? Can I talk to her?"

Saint John turned to check on Caitlin. "She's resting right now."

"Just tell her Dom and I are on the way." String hung up.