A week later, Caitlin wandered into the hangar and glanced at her watch. The last flying lesson had been a doozy and she had finally gotten her student to agree that perhaps a fear of heights was not conducive to getting a pilot's license. She sighed. It had capped off a miserable week. The morning after she'd comforted Hawke about Le, she'd quickly realised he'd withdrawn from her; keeping her at arms length with teasing banter and light-hearted discussions that had no emotional intimacy attached to them at all. She sighed again. He was probably reacting to being human in front of her. He'd get over it and they'd go back to normal. She frowned. Normality. She'd had a whole week of it; a few charters, some flying lessons, an empty house. Caitlin shoved her hands deep in her pockets and looked around for something to take her mind off how unsettled she felt. She noticed Dom on the top of the ladder working on the Jet Ranger, only his red cap visible as he struggled with a stiff bolt.

'Hey Dom!'

He grunted. She fought to keep the smile off her face. 'It's late.' She yelled up at him. 'You want some dinner?'

'Nah.' Dom shoved himself away from the helicopter and made his way down the ladder wiping his hands on a rag. 'I'm meeting the guys for some poker.'

'Poker, huh?' Caitlin looked around the hangar searching for Hawke. She turned back to Dom. 'Where's String?'

Dom paused in wiping his hands. 'Oh, he had to leave early. Plans.'

'Plans?' Caitlin shook the coffee percolator and frowned at the empty rattle.

'Yeah. He had some kind of date lined up.'

'Date?' Caitlin's gaze jerked up. Dom nodded and continued wiping his hands, avoiding her eyes. 'Well, I guess he's making up for lost time.' She said mildly, ignoring the disappointment pressing on her chest like a lead weight. Dom looked over at her as though surprised at her calm tone.

'Are you two OK?' Dom asked.

She attempted a smile. 'Sure. Why wouldn't we be?'

'Well, you both seem a little antsy.' Dom remarked.

'Antsy?' Caitlin raised an eyebrow. 'Is that even a word?'

'Don't change the subject.' Dom walked over and propped his hip up against the table. 'Come on Caitlin. What's going on?'

She shrugged. 'Nothing.' She rolled her eyes at his patent disbelief. 'Really.' She sighed and shoved her hands back in her pockets knowing he wasn't going to drop it unless she gave some explanation. 'I guess we're both just adjusting after Le.'

Dom gave a slow nod. 'You heading home now?' He asked.

Caitlin considered his question. 'Actually, you know Dom, that's a great idea.'