Hawke and Caitlin were in the hangar with Dom helping him fix the chopper when Michael called round with Marella. They all made their way into the office for some privacy and to be more comfortable.

'I thought you'd want an update on yesterday's events.' Michael said as they all took seats.

'How is Rosa, I mean Rosalind?' asked Dom wiping his hands on a rag, avoiding everyone's sympathetic eyes.

'She took quite a blow to the head when she fell.' Marella said gently. 'She's slipped into a coma. The doctors aren't sure whether she'll ever some out of it or if she does…' She spread her arms in a 'who knows' gesture.

'If she does, Tania Bening has promised to support an application to transfer her to a mental institution.' Michael said. 'It seems from what we've been able to uncover, Rosalind may have been the first victim of Bening's abuse.'

Marella nodded. 'He managed to convince her that he was the only man who mattered in her life and created a sick dependency on him.'

'The doctor's think his death broke whatever tiny hold she had, if any, on her sanity.' Michael concluded.

Dom sighed. 'Well, at least it's over.'

'I'm sorry, Dominic.' Michael said meeting the older man's eyes determinedly. 'I wish it had turned out differently.'

'So do I.' Dom said with a huff of laughter and sounding more like his old self.

'Well, thanks for the update Michael.' Hawke said.

The other man waved the gratitude away. 'I do have some other news.'

'Oh?' Hawke's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

'Tania gave me something to give to you Hawke.' The spy nodded at Marella who opened up the briefcase and pulled out a folder. She handed it to the pilot who took it with a bemused expression.

'Call it an early Christmas present.' Michael said.

'What is it?' Hawke said not opening it.

'All the information Bening had on your brother.' Michael smiled at the shock in Hawke's eyes. 'Apparently Tania found it amongst her father's papers.'

Hawke fingered the folder but still didn't open it. Dom and Caitlin glanced at each other worriedly.

'Well,' said Dom gesturing at the younger man, 'what are you waiting for, kid?'

Hawke met Dom's encouraging gaze and took a deep breath. He flipped it open and started shifting through the information.

Dom lasted five minutes before his patience ran out. 'Well?' He threw both his hands out.

Hawke looked up, a sheen of tears over his blue eyes. 'He's alive, Dom.'

Dom put a hand on Hawke's shoulder and squeezed hard. 'Well.'

Caitlin leaned on his other shoulder, reading the information in the folder on his lap. 'Saint John was rescued from the Vietcong after two and a half years?'

Hawke nodded. 'That's when he was recruited for the Special Forces unit for incursions into enemy territory.'

'The unit he talked about in his letter to you? The one he left in his footlocker?' Dom asked.

'Yeah.' Hawke tapped the folder and shook his head in disbelief. 'It says he got promoted. He outranks me.'

Caitlin and Dom exchanged a happy smile at the slightly incredulous tone.

'But he was discharged in 1980 after the army decided that their involvement with the incursions was getting…' Michael stroked his moustache, 'a little hot.'

'And they noted he went to work for an intelligence agency to go deep cover doing similar types of mission.' Hawke murmured. 'And that's it.'

'It's not the FIRM.' Marella said firmly before he could ask. 'We've turned over every stone.'

'I even talked to Zeus.' Michael said. 'Your brother isn't one of ours but his intelligence work does account for why we haven't been able to uncover where he is.'

'Until now.' Marella said.

Caitlin looked at the pleased look on the faces of the spies. 'What do you mean?'

Michael gestured at her. 'We've been looking in the wrong place. Now we know where to look…'

'…we should be able to find what we want.' Marella completed.

Hawke's fingers traced over a photo of his brother dated the year he'd been discharged from the army. It was the most recent photo he had of his brother. His eyes were glued to the picture of Saint John in uniform; his hair bleached blond by the sun and his hazel eyes staring seriously into the camera. He cleared his throat and nodded at Michael. 'Send my thanks to Tania.'

Michael nodded.

Hawke reached up and caught hold of Caitlin's hand resting on his shoulder. Her fingers wrapped around his. 'You really think you can find him now?'

'I know I can.' Michael said.

'Thanks, Michael.'

'Don't thank me yet.' Michael said ignoring the tears that still lurked in the other man's eyes.

Hawke looked down at the photo. 'No,' he agreed gruffly. 'When he's home.' And for the first time in a long while, he thought with a renewed sense of hope, he could really believe it was going to happen.