Caitlin looked at the heaving crowd of people in the music shop and hesitated. Maybe she could do something nice for her husband some other way, she wondered. She bit her lip. Hawke really wanted this album and if she could get it signed, it would make his day. Her fingers tightened on the leather strap of her handbag and she reached around an oversized gentleman to grab one of the albums from the stack by the door. She joined the queue for the signing and glanced at her watch. She hoped it wasn't going to take long. Everett, one of the part-time mechanics, had agreed to watch the phones in the office for her whilst she went to get Hawke his surprise but it wasn't fair on him to leave him for a long time.

Her eyes drifted around the noisy store and stopped at the sight of two men arguing by the side door. One was a mature gentleman in a cowboy's hat with a hooked nose and a beard; the other was young kid in jeans and a western style shirt. They were really going at it, thought Caitlin. She watched with interest as the line creeped forward and just when she thought the young guy was going to punch the older one, he whirled and left. The mature guy took off his cowboy hat and slid a hand through dark curly hair as though in exasperation.

Caitlin sighed and returned her attention to the slow-moving queue. It was another ten minutes before she paid for the album and approached the table where Kyle Hardy was signing his autograph. She studied him whilst she waited for the person ahead of her to finish. Hardy was in his early thirties, around her own age, if she remembered his biography correctly. He was kinda cute, she thought. His face was tanned and lined; evidence of his previous existence as a cattle-hand. From what she could see, he had the trim, muscular body that went with the job too. He had blond rumpled hair that fell haphazardly into his eyes and a stunning smile. He was dressed simply in jeans and cowboy shirt. His hat was sat on the corner of the table. He was nodding absently to the woman as he signed her album and, Caitlin realised, not listening to a word of the fan's effusive praise. She smiled. Kyle Hardy might be some woman's fantasy of a good man but she had the real thing already in Hawke. She sighed in relief as the woman was finally ushered away by a clerk and she was invited to step up to the table.

'Hiya, honey.' Kyle drawled without looking up. 'Name?'

'Stringfellow Hawke.' Caitlin replied.

It got his attention. Green eyes shot up to meet hers and the corners of them crinkled in amusement. 'Well, sweetheart, I'm only guessin' but I'm thinkin' that ain't your name.'

'My husband's the fan.' Caitlin said tapping the album cover. 'So I'd like the acknowledgement made out to him.'

'Sure thing.' Kyle's head bowed as he concentrated on writing. 'That's one heck of a name.'

'One heck of a man.' Caitlin said.

'You're not a fan of country then?' Kyle glanced up at her. 'Could have sworn I heard Texas in your voice.'

'I like country fine.' Caitlin replied. 'But this is for my husband.' She reached for the album as he handed it back.

'He's a lucky guy.' Kyle said with a wink holding onto the album when she would have taken it. 'If you'd like to wait, I could buy you a drink.'

She blinked at him. 'I'm married…'

'Know that sweetcheeks.' Kyle grinned at her, his green gaze slowly traversing over her few curves. 'If it doesn't bother you; it won't bother me.'

'It does bother me.' Caitlin felt the blush travel across her cheeks. 'Well, thank you for the autograph.'

He finally let go of the album. 'Sure thing, sugar.'

Caitlin didn't need the clerk to tell her it was time to move on; she stepped away gratefully. She took one step and there was a scream behind her. She whirled around. The young man she'd seen earlier was standing with a gun pointed at the country singer. The noise in the store died abruptly as the crowd watched in frozen tension.

'I warned you, Kyle.' The Texan drawl reminded Caitlin of her home state. 'I told you if it didn't stop, I'd come after you.'

'Now, Toby.' Kyle was rising slowly to his feet. 'Let's calm down here, huh?'

'I said I told you.' Toby raised the gun. 'It's too late now. It's too late…'

Caitlin reacted without thinking. Her handbag swung out and caught Toby in the face even she kicked out at his wrist; the gun went flying. It clattered on the ground and skidded to a halt by the feet of a young woman who gave a cry and fainted. Chaos erupted; a cacophony of sounds as people started yelling, crying…security men surged forward past Caitlin to get to the hapless Toby who was lying stunned on the ground holding his wrist. Caitlin met Kyle's shocked gaze for a moment before she took one step backwards, then another. She took the opportunity of the confusion to push her way through the mass of people and out of the shop. There had been at least one journalist in the crowd and she couldn't afford to be front page news…not with her involvement with Airwolf.

Caitlin hurried down the street to where she had parked. She was inserting the key in the lock when she heard someone yelling. She turned to look automatically and almost panicked at the sight of Kyle Hardy running towards her. She threw her handbag and the album into the passenger seat.

'Hey! Wait!' Kyle grabbed hold of her arm as Caitlin made to get in her car.

Caitlin stopped but she looked at his hand pointedly and he removed it.

'Sorry!' He gasped. 'But I wanted to stop you.' He took another breath. 'Say thank you for what you did back there.'

'Don't mention it.' Caitlin said. 'It really wasn't that big a deal.'

'You saved my life.' Kyle argued.

Caitlin shrugged. 'I used to be a cop. I just kinda acted on instinct.'

'Some instinct.' Kyle said admiringly. 'Beautiful, sexy and able to kick butt. That's a hell of a combination you have going. Although, my ego's kinda bruised that I got saved by my own version of Wonder Woman.'

Caitlin felt the blush start up again and her eyes widened in alarm at the sight of people coming out of the music store and towards them. 'I have to get going…'

'Can't I even buy you a coffee to say thank you?' Kyle asked his green eyes twinkling at her.

'That's a nice gesture but really,' Caitlin gestured at the car, 'I have to get back so…'

Kyle moved out of the way and let her get into the vehicle. He crouched at the window and gestured for her to wind it down as she started the engine. She complied reluctantly.

'Don't I get to know your name?' He pleaded.

'Have a nice life, Mr Hardy.' Caitlin didn't waste any further time; she drove off. She glanced at her rear view mirror. The country singer was stood on the pavement watching her. She frowned and shifted as a shiver coursed down her spine. She shook herself slightly. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was just something about the man that unnerved her. She sighed. Kyle Hardy was a big time country singer; it was unlikely that their paths would cross again. Her eyes flickered to the album on the passenger seat. The next time she wanted to thank her husband, she thought irritably, she'd just seduce him.

It took her most of the day to push the event in the music store out of her head but the mountain of paperwork in the office distracted her. She was just finishing the filing when Hawke and Dom arrived back from the stunt.

'I'm telling you that director's an idiot.' Dom waved his hands expressively in a style reminiscent of his Italian heritage as he entered the office.

'He only wanted another take, Dom.' Hawke said mildly. He was very fond of the older pilot and he tolerated the other man's grumbling about the director with resigned fortitude.

Dom made another remark about the suspect parentage of the director and subsided into a chair. He glanced around the office and smiled at Caitlin warmly. 'You caught us up?'

Caitlin nodded. 'I caught us up.' She rubbed at the ache in her lower back from being hunched over the office computer. 'You owe me big time.'

Hawke kissed her. 'Hi.' He said and ignored Dom rolling his eyes in the background.

'Hi.' Caitlin hooked her arms around his neck. 'You owe me big time too.'

'I do?' Hawke's blue eyes filled with amusement.

Caitlin slipped out of his grasp and reached for the album in its hiding place by the side of the desk.

Hawke's blue eyes lit up and he took the gift from her eagerly; his fingers ran over the signed autograph. 'You went to the signing?'

'I went to the signing,' Caitlin confirmed, 'and I'm never going to another one.'

Hawke tugged her back into his arms. 'Thank you.'

'My pleasure.' Caitlin smiled in satisfaction at the way his eyes were lit up with surprised delight.

He kissed her again.

Dom cleared his throat to remind the couple he was still in the room. They parted like guilty teenagers and glanced across at him. 'Don't mind me,' he said cheerily.

Hawke and Caitlin smiled at each other. She walked over to the coffee pot and poured them all a mug of coffee whilst Hawke perused his gift.

'You know I'm sure when we were driving back we heard on the radio that some idiot turned up with a gun at the signing and threatened Hardy's life.' Hawke remarked.

'I didn't hear that.' Dom said as he took the mug Caitlin gave him.

Hawke's blue eyes met Dom's. 'You were complaining about the director.'

'Oh.' Dom shrugged unbothered at the barely contained exasperation in Hawke's tone.

Hawke transferred his gaze to his wife who had sat down and was attempting to hide her face in a mug. 'I guess you were gone by then?'

Caitlin lowered the mug. 'I was kinda there.' She admitted.

Hawke's eyes narrowed. 'They said a woman saved his life but disappeared before anyone could get her details.'

'OK,' Caitlin sighed, 'that was me.'

'Why'd you disappear?' Dom asked surprised.

'I didn't think we'd appreciate my face plastered on every tabloid newspaper tomorrow as the woman who saved Kyle Hardy's life when we have the Lady to think about.' Caitlin retorted.

'Ah.' Dom nodded, his craggy face smiling at her. 'Good point.'

'And before you say anything,' she continued looking at her husband, 'I didn't really mean to get involved; it just kinda happened.'

Hawke sighed and gave a reassuring look. Things did have a tendency to happen around all of them and he had come to terms with the knowledge that his wife was not the type to sit on the sidelines when people were in trouble. 'It sounds like you've had a busy day,' he said wryly.

'Hmmm.' Caitlin shot him a look.

'So what was he like?' Hawke asked picking up his coffee.

'Who?'

'Kyle Hardy.' Hawke said with a laugh.

'Oh, him.' Caitlin shrugged. 'OK, I guess.'

'Just OK?' Hawke asked.

'He wasn't my type.' Caitlin smiled at him and tried for a teasing tone. 'You have nothing to worry about.'

Hawke caught something in the inflection of her words. 'Is everything OK?'

'Yeah.' Caitlin gave him a reassuring smile. 'Everything's fine. I just found Hardy a little weird and I guess the thing at the signing just brought back what happened at the hospital with those assassins a little.'

'You're sure that's all it is?' Hawke checked.

'I'm sure.' Caitlin said. She glanced at the clock. 'What d'ya say we head home?'

Hawke took hold of her hand. 'Sounds good to me.'

'Me too.' Dom said. 'Let's get this place locked up.' He adjusted the bright red baseball cap he habitually wore and marched out to the hangar.

Hawke caught hold of Caitlin as she went to follow. 'Are you sure you're OK?'

Caitlin framed his boyish face and kissed him. 'I'm positive.' She glanced at the album. 'But the next time I want to give you a surprise, I don't think getting you a signed copy of an album will be my first choice.'

Hawke nodded slowly and slipped his arms around her waist. 'I do love it though.'

'You might love my other choices more.' Caitlin said with a flirtatious smile.

Hawke's lips curved and he pulled her in for another kiss.

'Will you two stop smooching and get out here to help me already?'

Dom's grumpy yell had them smiling as they broke apart.

'Come on.' Hawke pulled her toward the hangar with one hand; the other clasped his present.

'Yeah,' agreed Caitlin happily, 'the sooner we help him, the sooner we get to go home and smooch all we want.'