Hawke woke slowly and blinked at the sun streaming into his bedroom through the large window on the back wall. He glanced at his watch and scowled. It was the afternoon. He sat up in the bed and rubbed his hands over his face. He shoved the covers on the bed back and padded to the bathroom. A shower helped to revive him and he dressed in jeans and a sweater to head to the airfield. He walked down the stairs and slowed as he heard sounds from the kitchen. He started smiling and took the rest of the stairs quickly.

Caitlin smiled as he entered the kitchen, picked her up in a fierce hug and kissed her. 'I missed you.' She said.

'Yeah.' His blue eyes ran over her; her red hair was pulled back into a long braid down her back, her face was free of make-up leaving her freckles to run riot over her skin and her wide, honest blue-green eyes were gazing at him happily. His breath caught in his throat. 'I missed you too.'

Caitlin hugged him before she pulled out of his arms and turned to the counter to pour him a mug of coffee. 'I hear the mission went well.'

'Yeah. Zeus behaved himself.' Hawke took the mug she offered him and took a sip almost burning his tongue on the hot liquid.

'It must have been strange having him in the cockpit.' Caitlin commented.

Hawke shrugged. 'It could have been worse. You have a good time with Angelina?'

'Yeah. We had a bit of a girlie night.' Caitlin flashed her blue nail varnish at him.

'Blue?' His eyebrow quirked upwards in amusement.

'Angelina chose it.' Caitlin said. 'Although I kinda like it. I'm thinking of wearing it for Fiona's wedding.' She saw him wince and smiled. 'You know you don't have to go with me.'

'I'm going with you.' Hawke said firmly. It was past time that he and Caitlin's family came to some kind of civilised truce; it was unfair for Caitlin to keep feeling pulled between them. 'End of discussion.'

Caitlin nodded. She leaned back against the counter. 'Did you make any progress with Dom over Rosa whilst you were away?'

'Ah.' Hawke sighed deeply.

'That doesn't sound good.' She commented.

Hawke caught hold of her hand. 'Dom told me he's going to ask Rosa to marry him.'

'Marry him?' Caitlin repeated her eyes widening with shock. 'But he hardly knows her.'

'That's what I said.' Hawke said.

Caitlin allowed him to tug her closer into another hug. 'How'd he take that?'

'Pretty much as you'd expect.'

She pulled back to look into his eyes. 'You guys OK?'

Hawke nodded. 'I didn't change his mind though.'

'What are we going to do?' Caitlin asked worriedly. 'If he marries her…'

'I asked Michael to run a check on her.' Hawke admitted a little abashed.

Her eyebrows rose. 'I thought we were going to be subtle?'

'I figured if he was planning to ask her to marry him the time for being subtle was long gone.'

'He's not going to be happy.' Caitlin warned.

'He doesn't have to know if everything checks out.' Hawke pointed out.

'Hmmm.'

Hawke saw the concern in her eyes and sighed. 'I guess I should tell him, huh?'

'I think you should.' Caitlin said. 'He'll understand you're just looking out for him…' She frowned at Hawke picking up on his sudden tension. 'What's wrong?'

Hawke shrugged and avoided her eyes.

She stepped back from him and folded her arms. 'What?'

Hawke sighed. 'Dom may have…kinda…' he gestured, 'specifically…told me not to ask Michael to do a check.'

Caitlin closed her eyes briefly before pinning him with a stern gaze. 'String…' She rarely used the softer derivative of his name and its usage had Hawke straightening his shoulders and crossing his arms defensively. She sighed. 'Well I guess we're just going to have to go to the airfield and face the music.'

Hawke looked down at the floor. 'You didn't do anything.' He met her eyes. 'You could stay here.'

'We'll go together.' She took a step toward him and kissed him softly. 'End of discussion.'

Hawke's lips twitched and he took her hand as they walked out of the cabin and headed for the chopper. The journey seemed too quick; Hawke wasn't looking forward to confessing what he'd done to Dom. They landed and climbed out of the helicopter. The sight of Michael's white limo parked outside the hangar had both of them exchanging an anxious look.

'Do you think…?' Caitlin began shutting her cockpit door.

'Let's go and find out.' Hawke said.

They took a step forward and halted as Rosa came hurrying out of the hangar. She looked upset and didn't acknowledge them, didn't even seem to realise they were there. She got in her rental car and drove away with a squeal of rubber.

'That doesn't look good,' murmured Caitlin.

Hawke didn't reply but took a couple of steps towards the hangar, Caitlin followed after him. They both stopped as Dom charged out. His eyes immediately arrowed in on Hawke's guilty face.

'You did it, didn't you?' Dom yelled marching over to the younger man.

Hawke shuffled guiltily. 'Dom…'

'You couldn't leave it alone, could you?' Dom asked his eyes hard and cold, his hands fisted at his sides. 'Even after I asked you.'

'Dom…' Hawke stepped forward.

Dom swung at him catching him on the mouth, knocking him to the ground. 'Rosa doesn't want to know me. Are you happy now?' He said as Hawke touched a hand to his split lip. Caitlin stood motionless, her own hands pressed against her mouth to stop from crying out.

Hawke glanced at the blood on his fingers briefly before looking back up at Dom, his heart pounding uncomfortably in his chest, he couldn't get enough air. 'Dom…'

Dom gave him a disgusted look and stalked away. He got in the Santini Air jeep and drove off. Hawke watched him go and swore loudly. He touched his lip again and got to his feet.

'Let me see that.' Caitlin reached towards him to help him and he waved her away.

'I'm fine.'

'I'm sorry, Hawke.' Michael's voice travelled across the tarmac to them and they both glanced at the hangar door where the spy was stood.

'I'm taking it the news wasn't good?' Hawke snapped.

Michael nodded. 'Rosa Delmitri doesn't exist. No record of her in Italy or the US. Whoever she is, she's not who she claims to be.'

'And you couldn't wait to tell him?' Hawke said angrily.

Michael straightened. 'I came to tell you. Only he insisted on introducing me to Rosa.' He gestured with his cane. 'I really don't know what happened. One minute we were talking about Italy and the next she was accusing Dom that he'd got his spy friend to do a check on her and running out. Dom immediately jumped to the correct conclusion.' His eyes flickered to Hawke's cut lip. 'If you hadn't arrived I think my lip would be the one that was bust.'

Caitlin sighed. 'Do you have any idea who Rosa actually is and what she wants?'

'Your guess is as good as mine.' Michael pushed his glasses up his nose. 'She could be anything from a common garden con artist to a gold-digger.'

'Great. This is just great.' Hawke muttered. His eyes narrowed at something past Michael's shoulder. A black Lincoln was approaching. It pulled up alongside the white limo and a familiar blonde woman stepped out. Michael and Hawke both recognised her instantly and exchanged an anxious look. Caitlin saw them tense and wondered who the woman walking towards them was. She looked in her forties, with blonde tawny hair and hazel eyes, dressed in an expensive black suit with matching expensive gold jewellery. Caitlin, dressed only in jeans and a pretty lavender blouse, felt shabby in comparison and unconsciously straightened.

'Archangel. Hawke.' The woman's eyes flickered to Caitlin. 'I don't think we've met. I'm Tania Bening.'

'Caitlin O'Shaunessy,' said Caitlin faintly. So this was General Bening's daughter. The power hungry General had come after the Airwolf team and they'd been forced to destroy his helicopter in self-defence although no one in the team had a particular problem with blowing him out of the sky; he'd been a murderer and a terrorist. But given the General was this woman's father, it was no wonder Michael and Hawke were tense; they were probably fearing Tania Bening was here for retribution.

'I need to speak to you all urgently.' Tania said, clutching the small black back she held tightly.

'Why don't you come into the office?' Caitlin said when Michael and Hawke didn't respond. She led the way into Santini Air.

Tania sat down in the chair Caitlin offered and accepted an offer of a glass of water. Her eyes flickered to Hawke. 'It's been a while.'

Hawke crossed his arms and leaned against the desk. 'I thought you and your daughter were living in France.' There was a question buried in the quiet statement.

'We came back to the States after my father died.' Tania said.

Hawke flushed. 'Look, about your father…'

'I know he didn't leave you much choice, Hawke. You have nothing to apologise for.' She took the glass Caitlin handed her. 'Thank you.'

Michael cleared his throat. 'Forgive me for asking, but why are you here?'

'A friend of mine at the CIA contacted me this morning.' She cleared her throat nervously. 'You ran a search on a woman called Rosa Delmitri.'

Hawke and Michael exchanged a worried look.

'You know her?' Hawke asked.

'Rosa Delmitri was one of the aliases my aunt used when she worked as a CIA operative.'

'Your aunt?' Michael checked that he'd heard correctly.

'Yes.' Tania sipped her water. 'My father's sister, Rosalind Bening.' She looked down seeing their horrified expressions. 'I'm assuming because you ran the trace that Rosalind has somehow gotten involved with you all?'

Hawke nodded. 'She's gotten Dom believing she's the best thing since sliced bread.'

Tania sighed. 'I'd hoped I wouldn't be too late to warn you.' She focused on Hawke. 'My father was a monster.' She looked away. 'The reason he killed my mother was because she found him in my bedroom. He…abused me for years without her knowing. My daughter Sara…she was the result.' Her cheeks flushed red and she took a gulp of her water. 'Sara doesn't know.'

'You came here to warn us?' Caitlin gently prompted.

Tania nodded. 'Rosalind isn't quite right, in the head, I mean. She worked as an assassin and I think it just…she isn't sane.' She looked at Hawke imploringly. 'She had an unusual, unnatural attachment to my father. I may not want revenge but…'

'She does.' Hawke stated, his blue eyes darkening with horror.

'Hawke, Dom would have gone after her.' Caitlin said anxiously.

He nodded sharply. The thought had already occurred to him. 'Do you have any idea where your aunt would go?'

'She has a beach house just up the coast. I can give you the address.' Tania took the pad and pencil Caitlin handed to her and scribbled the details on it. Caitlin ripped the top sheet off.

'Let's get the Lady.' Hawke said to her harshly.

'I'll take the limo, meet you there.' Michael said.

'I'll come with you, Archangel. I know the way.' Tania offered.

Michael nodded.

Hawke didn't wait for them; he was already heading to the chopper and hoping they wouldn't be too late.