'I don't understand.' Caitlin said, picking up the photo. 'Are you saying Minh was right and Le's Mom is alive?'

'Sure looks that way.' Hawke replied and folded his arms. They were all crammed into the Santini Air office reviewing the folder of information Hawke had been given on the FIRM's investigation into Ana.

'And Michael's been looking for her?' Dom asked.

'Thought she might be a lead on Saint John.' Hawke explained seeing the disbelief in Dom's eyes. Even after everything the Airwolf team had been through, Dom still had trouble believing Michael would act on purely altruistic motives; truth was, Hawke thought, Dom was right most of the time.

'According to this Ana was last seen two weeks ago at a nightclub called the Dancing Lounge.' Caitlin read.

'I've heard of it.' Dom remarked. 'It's a dive.' He caught Caitlin's eye. 'Not your kinda place.'

Hawke's eyes twinkled. 'But definitely yours.'

'Guys.' Caitlin interrupted before the exchange of barbs could get going in earnest. 'So she's still at the Dancing Lounge?'

'According to Michael, she disappeared.' Hawke refilled his coffee and took a sip. 'Darrow has been under suspicion for trafficking women particularly illegal immigrants.'

'You think he sold her?' Caitlin asked incredulous.

'Or he's holding her somewhere ready to sell her. The FBI believes the women have been sold to be wives in the past at mass auctions. They get a green card and in return they become some rich guy's willing slave.'

'That's barbaric.' Caitlin snapped.

Hawke held up his hand in supplication. 'I agree with you.'

'Me too.' Dom's brow was low over his brows, his eyes flashing ominously. He was an old-fashioned man; women were to be cherished, looked after. The very notion of selling them like cattle boiled his blood.

Caitlin took a breath, the colour fading from her cheeks. 'So Michael's handed the investigation over to us?'

'He thought we would want to do it.' Hawke murmured, knowingly omitting why Michael had handed the folder to him.

'And are we doing it?' Dom questioned. He waved at the folder. 'This guy sounds like trouble, String.'

'We can't not do it, Dom.' Hawke replied. 'This could be Le's mother; Saint John's wife.'

'I was afraid you were going to say that.' Dom muttered.

Hawke hid a smile by sipping his coffee.

'Are you going to tell Le?' Caitlin asked putting the folder down on the desk.

'I can't keep something like this from him.' Hawke pointed out.

Caitlin's lips twitched. 'You know he's going to want to be involved.'

'I know.' Hawke raised his mug. 'At least I'll be spending time with him, huh?'

Caitlin smiled. 'I forgot to ask; how did it go with Mrs Taylor this morning?'

'Not so good.' Hawke admitted.

'Oh Hawke.' Caitlin murmured softly.

'She's given me two weeks to improve or she'll look into revoking the temporary custody arrangement.'

'Can she do that?' Dom asked.

'I guess she can.' Hawke said. He shrugged. 'If we find Le's mother, I guess it won't be a problem.'

'You'd hand custody back to his Mom?' Caitlin asked.

'It would be the right thing to do.' Hawke said quietly ignoring Dom's sharp look.

'I guess we have to find her first.' Caitlin murmured.

Dom sighed. 'Do you have a plan?'

'Maybe.' Hawke said.

'That's what I was afraid of.' Dom muttered.

Hawke and Caitlin exchanged an amused look.

'When do we start?' She asked.

'Tomorrow. I'll talk to Le tonight about it.' Hawke said. 'Reconnaissance only. I'll go in for a drink, see what I can pick up. We'll take it from there.'

'Sounds like a plan.' Dom agreed.

'I could go in too.' Caitlin said.

Dom and Hawke stared at her. She frowned and gestured at the folder as they swapped identical incredulous looks. 'I could go in as a dancer or a waitress.'

'Cait…' Hawke began.

'No, don't tell me.' Caitlin placed her hands on her hips. 'I'm going to be babysitting Le.'

'It's not that.' Hawke denied. 'It's just…' he gestured, 'it's not really the type of place…that you would…' he looked at Dom who shrugged helplessly; he sighed, '…fit in.'

'I have gone undercover before.' Caitlin argued.

'Not this time, Cait.' Hawke said firmly. 'Besides I need you to pick up the FIRM's background investigation into Darrow. You're much better at that stuff than Dom or I.'

Caitlin held his gaze for a heartbeat. 'Sure.' Her eyes flickered away to the clock. 'I'd better get the chopper ready. I've got a lesson scheduled.' She made her way out of the office closing the door behind her.

Hawke sighed.

'She'll get over it, String.' Dom assured him. 'You're right to keep her out of that place. It's just too dangerous.'

Hawke patted his arm and walked out to the hangar.