'You should go.' Caitlin said.

'Hmmm?' Hawke raised his eyes from the fish he was pushing from one side of his plate to the other.

'I said you should go.' Caitlin gestured across the table at him with her knife. 'You've been playing with your dinner for over ten minutes now.'

Hawke sighed and put his cutlery down. 'I'm OK. I'm just…'

'Worried.' Caitlin completed. She stood up and cleared their plates disappearing into the kitchen behind him.

Hawke leaned back in the wooden chair and crossed his arms. 'He'll be mad at me if I go back.'

'Since when has that stopped you?' Caitlin appeared beside him with his jacket and he raised an eyebrow at the one she was wearing. 'What? You think you're the only one who's worried?'

Hawke took the jacket and stood up. 'I guess we're going back then.'

The flight back to Santini Air passed quickly and they landed in front of the hangar. Hawke's blue eyes narrowed on the open side door.

Caitlin followed his gaze. 'I thought you locked up?'

'I did.' Hawke confirmed. His eyes went to the Santini jeep still parked by the office. There was an unnatural silence.

'I don't think I like this.' Caitlin said.

Hawke glanced at her. 'Me either. Come on.' He led the way to the side door and reached for the gun he kept at the small of his back before he entered the dark hangar. Caitlin covered him with her own weapon as he made his way to the dim light in the office. He froze.

'Oh God.' Caitlin's heartfelt words galvanised Hawke into switching the main lights on. They both took in the full destruction of the office with grave anxiety; there had been a struggle.

'We should call the police.' Caitlin said.

Hawke stooped and picked up the discarded red baseball cap that Dom usually wore. He crumpled it in his fist as he turned to Caitlin. 'Call Michael.'

She nodded. Hawke barely heard her make the call; his focus had narrowed to the corner of the desk. He reached out with trembling hands and touched the reddish moisture. He smeared it against his fingers; blood. Dom was injured.

'He's on his way with a team.' Caitlin said putting the phone down. She stood up and went over to him. She noticed the blood and blanched but put a steadying hand on his shoulder. 'We'll get him back, Hawke.'

'Dammit.' Hawke whirled away from her. 'I knew something was wrong.'

'We both did.' Caitlin corrected him and marched to stand in front of him. She cupped his cheek with the palm of her hand and forced him to look at her. 'This isn't your fault, String.'

He hesitated as if for a moment he was going to refuse her comfort but suddenly his arms were hard around her and he buried his face in her hair. 'I don't what I'm going to do…'

'I know.' Caitlin stroked the back of his neck gently, tightened her hold and pressed closer to him. 'We'll find him.'

Hawke held her for another moment and then reluctantly eased his hold. He rested his forehead on hers.

Her hand stroked over the rough line of his jaw. 'We should start looking around. See if we can find anything…'

'Yeah.' Hawke didn't let go of her. Just another minute, he thought; he just needed another minute.

'What the hell's happened?' Jo Santini met the startled expressions of Hawke and Caitlin with one of her own. She gestured at the office from her position at the doorway. 'Was there a break in?'

'Jo…' Caitlin bit her lip and wondered how she broke the news.

'We don't know.' Hawke said easing away from his wife enough that he could look at Jo fully. 'We just got here. We think Dom's been taken.'

'Taken?' The diminutive blond glared at him.

'Yeah.' Hawke said.

'What do you mean taken?'

'I mean someone took him.' Hawke returned his blue eyes heating.

Jo took an angry step forward. 'And I…'

Caitlin gave a loud whistle and they both turned to look at her. 'We need to stay focused.' She said striving for a calm tone. 'Jo, I know this is a shock; it is for us too but if we're going to get him back, we're going to have to work together, OK?'

Jo breathed in sharply and nodded.

Caitlin raised an eyebrow at Hawke. 'OK?'

He gestured at Jo and ignored Caitlin's look of exasperation. 'What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were headed for…for…'

'For Budapest and when I got there they said they didn't need an interpreter anymore so I took the next flight back.' Jo crossed her arms. 'Have you called the police yet?'

Hawke and Caitlin exchanged a quick look.

'We…uh…called a friend.' Hawke said.

'You mean your spy guy Michael?' Jo asked and frowned. 'Is this to do with that helicopter you've gotten Uncle Dom mixed up in?'

Hawke's eyes narrowed on her but before he could reply Caitlin jumped in.

'I don't think it is.' She said.

Jo looked at her. 'What makes you so sure?'

'Because Dom got a visit from an FBI agent earlier today.' Caitlin frowned. 'Dom claimed the guy was an old friend but there was definitely something going on.'

Headlights streamed through the blind and flickered across the wall as cars pulled up outside.

'This'll be Michael.' Caitlin said. She patted Hawke's arm. 'I'll go and greet him.' She left swiftly and as soon as she was out of the room Hawke spun back to Jo.

'Remember, Jo…'

'I know. I know nothing.' She said grumpily. Her face fell abruptly. 'What are we going to do?'

Hawke took a couple of strides across the room and hugged her. 'We're going to get him back. I promise.'

They broke apart at the sound of approaching voices and Jo wiped the tears from her corners of her blue eyes.

Michael limped into the room and halted, leaning on his crutches at the sight of Jo. 'Miss Santini.'

'Mr Briggs.' Jo returned politely.

'Jo, why don't you make us all some coffee?' Hawke said.

'Come on. I'll help.' Caitlin put her arm around the other woman and guided her into the small kitchenette off the office.

Michael took another painful step into the office and collapsed into the nearest chair. He pushed his crutches to one side and his good eye took in the damage around them before it met Hawke's. 'I have a forensic team on the way.' His gaze slid to the partially closed door on the kitchenette. 'I thought she was…'

'She came back and she's going to want to be involved.' Hawke perched on the desk. 'We don't think this is about the Lady so you don't need to worry about Jo.'

'Even if it isn't…' Michael frowned. 'If someone has Dom…'

'I know.' Hawke sighed. 'We'll move the Lady, Michael.'

Michael nodded and stroked his moustache. 'So what do you think this about?'

'Dom got a visit from a federal agent just before we came to see you.' Hawke rubbed his chin. 'He hustled the guy away pretty quick but something about the visit upset him. He told us to leave it alone though so…'

'So you left it alone.'

'Not completely.' Hawke said defensively. 'We came back after dinner thinking we'd have another go at getting him to confide in us.'

Michael held up a hand. 'I wasn't beating you up about it, Hawke.'

Hawke sighed and gestured with the cap he still held. 'I wouldn't blame you if you did.'

'Did you get the agent's name?'

Hawke shoved away from the desk and paced to the office window. 'Pete Somebody…'

Michael sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose. 'That doesn't give me a lot to go on, Hawke. Is there nothing else?'

'That's all I have.'

'No, it isn't.' Caitlin came back in and handed the guy's steaming mugs of coffee. She picked up a pad of paper and scribbled something with a pen. 'I got the registration number of the car he was driving.' She handed the piece of paper to Michael.

'Meryl!'

A statuesque blonde dressed in all-white appeared in the office doorway. 'You called, sir?'

Michael glared at her for the sass and handed her the paper. 'Find the federal agent who was driving this car around oh-twelve hundred today.'

'Yes sir.' Meryl took the paper and headed back to the limo to make use of the portable computer system there.

'Is there anything else you can think of?' Michael asked.

Hawke and Caitlin both shook their heads.

'So what happens now?' Jo's voice startled the others into looking at her.

Hawke handed his mug back to Caitlin. 'I'm going to take care of…something. You two stay here with Michael. Go over the office and see what else we can turn up.'

'You want some company?' Caitlin asked.

Hawke shook his head. 'I'll be OK. Besides, I need you here; you're better at this kinda thing.' He kissed her softly on the lips and headed out the hangar.

Caitlin watched him go with a worried expression before she turned back to the mess around them. She looked from Michael to Jo and shrugged. 'Let's get started.'