Hawke landed the chopper and exchanged a surprised look with Caitlin at the fancy limo lined up outside the Santini Air hangar. He took off his headset and gestured at the vehicle.

'Were we expecting company this morning?' He asked.

Caitlin shook her head. 'There was nothing in the diary.' She frowned. 'I guess we should get inside and see what this is about.'

They climbed out of the helicopter and headed for the office. Hawke gave a short rap on the door before he pushed it open.

'String! Caitlin!' Dom greeted them enthusiastically. 'Come and meet…'

'Kyle Hardy.' Hawke completed as his blue eyes landed on the singer.

Kyle stood up and shook Hawke's hand. 'It's a pleasure.' His green eyes were already sliding away to Caitlin.

Caitlin's eyes narrowed suspiciously as Hardy took her hand in a warm handshake. 'This is quite a coincidence.'

Hawke slipped an arm around his tense wife reclaiming her from the other man. 'I take it this isn't a coincidence at all?'

Kyle held his hands up. 'I confess. I tracked your wife down. She may not have told ya but…'

'She saved your life yesterday.' Hawke said.

'Ah, I guess ya did tell him.' Kyle said smiling at Caitlin.

'How did you even find me?' Caitlin asked.

'I remembered your husband's name.' Kyle said. 'The rest was easy for my manager, Frank, here to find out,' he motioned at the other man sitting in the office.

It was the mature man Caitlin had seen arguing with the unfortunate Toby at the music store, she realised and had to pull her attention back to Kyle with difficulty. 'Mr Hardy…' Caitlin began.

'Call me Kyle.'

'Mr Hardy,' she repeated, 'exactly why are you here?'

'Firstly, to say thank you.' Kyle reached behind him and picked up an enormous bouquet of flowers on the desk. 'These are for you.' His green eyes darted to Hawke. 'I hope you don't mind my giving your wife some flowers.'

Hawke shrugged as Caitlin took the bouquet with some bemusement. Her eyes met Hawke's over the colourful blooms. 'Well, thank you.' She said to Kyle. 'But as I said yesterday there was really no need.'

'It was a nice thought.' Dom added, his dark eyes admonishing her gently for her ungrateful tone.

Hawke squeezed her gently in reassurance. He didn't know what it was but something about the singer was definitely pressing alarm bells for Caitlin and he was beginning to get the same vibe.

'And secondly,' Kyle was adding, 'we came to hire y'all.'

Caitlin froze. 'Hire?'

Dom grinned and rubbed his hands together. 'They want to film the concert they're performing here in LA.'

'You folks did shoot a lot of the film for Roxy's goodbye concert last year, am I right?' Kyle said.

'We did.' Dom confirmed before either Hawke or Caitlin could say anything.

'It was an impressive piece of work.' Kyle grinned. 'We're doing a promotional film to accompany the album. It'd make my day to have you folks on board.'

'We're on board.' Dom said again before either of the younger pilots could comment. 'Here's the contract, all signed.' He handed the sheets of paper to Hardy's manager. 'We'll come out and take a look at the set up this afternoon and discuss the shots you want.'

Frank took the contract and placed it in a briefcase. He stood up and placed his hat back on his head. 'Come on, Kyle. We'd better get back. We have that press briefing at the hotel.'

Kyle smiled. 'The fun never stops.' He tipped his hat at Dom. 'It's been real nice meeting you, Mr Santini.' His green eyes slid to Hawke and then to Caitlin. 'Hope I'll be seeing more of you folks.'

Frank hustled Hardy out before anything more could be said and Dom half-followed them out of the door. He waited until the limo screeched away from the hangar before he whirled back to Caitlin and Hawke. His dark eyes were lit up with a happy avarice.

'You should see the deal I've made,' Dom said gleefully. He practically danced back to his seat.

Caitlin dumped the flowers back on the desk. 'I don't know about this, Dom.'

Hawke slumped into a chair as she took the seat opposite Dom.

'What's to know?' Dom asked dismissively.

Hawke rubbed his chin and regarded his wife thoughtfully. 'Exactly what happened at the music store yesterday?'

Caitlin sighed. 'Hardy was signing autographs. I got the album, joined the queue and eventually got to the table. He commented how unusual your name was,' she crossed her arms, 'and made some comment about it being a shame I was married.'

'He hit on you?' Dom asked as Hawke glowered.

Caitlin's eyes flew to the older pilot. 'You needn't sound so surprised.'

'So he hit on you and then…' Hawke quickly moved the conversation on.

'And then I moved away from the table.' Caitlin said. 'I'd taken maybe a couple of steps and I heard someone scream behind me. When I turned around this guy, Toby I think he was called, was there pointing a gun at Hardy.' She frowned. 'Hardy recognised him; they exchanged words. It looked like the guy was going to shoot so I kicked the gun out of his hand and knocked him to the ground.'

'Saving Hardy's life.' Hawke murmured.

'Maybe.' Caitlin shrugged. 'Who knows? Maybe the guy wasn't going to shoot.' She gestured. 'I used the confusion to make my escape and Hardy followed me to the car.'

'He followed you?' Hawke frowned.

'He said it was to thank me but he did kinda hit on me again.' Caitlin admitted. 'I just wanted to leave before any of the press managed to get hold of me so I brushed him off and came back here.'

'And today he's tracked you down.' Hawke scowled. 'I don't like it.'

'Me either.' Caitlin agreed. 'I don't know what it is but he creeps me out.'

'Ah!' Dom threw his hands up. 'You're both overreacting.' He gestured at Caitlin. 'Maybe the guy's used to women falling at his feet and maybe you've intrigued him because….because you haven't and that's why he's being persistent about saying thank you.' His dark eyes went to Hawke. 'And maybe you're just having a case of the green-eyed monster.'

Hawke's blue eyes narrowed dangerously. 'And maybe all you're seeing is dollar signs.' He retorted sharply.

'Hey,' Dom admitted, 'one of us has to worry about paying the bills around here.' He waved the contract at Hawke. 'And they're paying us enough for this little job to keep us going for a couple of months. Maybe even pay for an overhaul on the Jet Ranger.'

'Hawke.' Caitlin laid a hand on his arm. 'Maybe Dom's right; maybe I am overreacting. Really the guy's done nothing more than try to thank me and suggest my being married doesn't bother him in the slightest if I wanted to…to get together with him which I don't.'

Hawke frowned; he didn't think Caitlin's instincts were too far off the mark – Hardy had seemed like a creep to him too. He gestured at the contract. 'I still don't like this.'

'I thought you would be thrilled at seeing this guy in concert.' Dom said.

Hawke shrugged. 'Sure but that was before he started hitting on my wife.'

'Well,' Dom suggested, 'you and Cait can stay with the chopper. I'll deal with Hardy and his manager.'

'Sounds like a plan.' Caitlin said.

'OK.' Hawke agreed. 'But Hardy puts one foot out of place…'

'Hey, we'll be out of there so fast they won't see us for dust.' Dom laughed.

'You know what was weird about yesterday?' Caitlin mused.

'What?' Hawke asked.

'I'm sure I saw Hardy's manager arguing with the young guy who tried to shoot him just before it happened.' Caitlin said.

'Now that is weird.' Dom admitted.

'Are you sure it was him?' Hawke asked.

'Definitely sure.' Caitlin sighed. 'I have no idea what it means though.'

'I guess we should watch our backs.' Hawke said. 'Our last experience of doing one of these shoots wasn't exactly plain sailing.'

They all took a moment to remember how the shoot for Roxy's concert had ended up with them foiling a kidnapping and murder attempt.

'Ah, show business.' Dom said grinning at the contract again. 'Don't you just love it?'

Hawke and Caitlin rolled their eyes.

The morning passed quickly and only Dom set off for the concert site with any enthusiasm; Hawke and Caitlin were simply resigned to doing the job. The concert was taking place in one of the LA parks and they could see the stage was already built, an enormous number of cables ran underneath it to various technical equipment. Trailers were lined up at the back of the stage for the band and for Kyle Hardy. They landed behind them on a patch of grass.

'OK, kids.' Dom said. 'I'll go and discuss the shoot. You get the camera ready and we'll do some initial background shots when I get back.' He climbed out and put his red baseball cap as he marched away.

Hawke and Caitlin began to set up the equipment. The camera was being fixed to a mounted stand on the side of the chopper. The plan was for Dom to direct whilst Caitlin operated the camera and Hawke flew the chopper. It was a system they'd used in the past and it worked for them.

Caitlin tightened the fixtures for the harness she would wear. It would keep her safely inside the chopper as they dipped and dived. She tightened the bolt securely before Hawke tested it and gave it another tightening. He dipped his head and dropped a kiss on her lips.

'I don't want you falling out.' He said with a smile.

'Me either.' She agreed laughing.

'Hi y'all.' Hardy's drawl had them both swivelling to look at him. 'I hope I'm not interrupting.'

Hawke and Caitlin exchanged a quick look.

'Dom went up to the office to discuss the film.' Hawke commented trying to get rid of the singer.

Kyle shrugged and grinned revealing a perfect set of white teeth. 'I leave all that to Frank.' He gestured at the chopper. 'Great bird. Always wanted to learn how to fly. I don't suppose either of you'd be up to teaching me whilst you're on the shoot?'

Hawke leaned a shoulder on the chopper. 'I don't think we'll have time.'

'Pity.' Kyle patted the machine and his eyes drifted to Caitlin. 'I heard you're a top teacher.'

Caitlin's eyes narrowed on him. 'You checked me out?'

'Frank wouldn't let me just hire anybody,' Kyle laughed, 'even to say thank you for saving my life.'

'Well, my husband Hawke says,' Caitlin instinctively moved closer to Hawke, 'it's unlikely we'll get time to teach you.'

'Like I said it's a pity.' Kyle smiled at her.

'By the way,' Caitlin said looking for a diversion, 'what happened to the guy who tried to shoot you yesterday?'

Kyle seemed taken aback by the question. 'Oh, Frank dealt with it but they let him go, I think.'

'They let him go?' Caitlin frowned. 'But he tried to kill you.'

'Nah!' Kyle tipped his hat back on his head. 'Toby's a good kid. He was just upset and wanted my attention.'

'Hell of a way to get it.' Hawke commented.

Kyle shrugged. 'Frank said the gun wasn't even loaded.'

'So I guess you guys all know each other.' Caitlin leaned against her husband as her blue-green eyes interrogated the singer.

Kyle shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny. 'Sure. We're all from the same little town in South Texas. I wanted people I knew around me when I hit the big time. Toby's kinda like a second cousin.'

'I saw him and Frank arguing yesterday.' Caitlin said.

'Did ya?' Kyle took his hat off and ran his hand through the blond curls. 'Can't say it surprises me. The two of them are always going at each other.' He smiled again a little guarded. 'Life on the road tends to blow things out of all proportion.' He took a step away and gestured at his trailer. 'I'd better go get ready for the sound check. Good to see y'all.'

They watched him stride away until he was out of sight.

'You know something doesn't add up.' Caitlin said crossing her arms.

'Yeah.' Hawke agreed.

Caitlin bit her lip.

'I know that look.' Hawke commented as he turned back to the camera.

'Huh?' Caitlin looked at him quizzically.

'You're thinking about digging around.' Hawke said.

'I am not.' She denied.

Hawke's blue eyes held hers.

'OK, maybe a little.' Caitlin admitted. 'I'm curious.'

'We should stay out of it.' Hawke said.

'Yeah.' Caitlin sighed. 'I agree.'

'Good.' Hawke glanced over her shoulder. 'Here's Dom now.'

The older man rejoined them and took them over the plans he'd drawn up with Hardy's manager. A few minutes later they were in the air and practising the shots the manager wanted.

'I tell ya,' Dom said into his headset, 'this is the easiest gig we've had in a long time.'

'I'm not saying you're wrong, Dom.' Hawke muttered his attention on the delicate balance of the chopper.

'And nobody's shooting at us for a change.' Dom said with a delighted laugh. 'You know we've all had a hard time of late and we've definitely been spending way too much time in the hospital.'

'Hawke, can you take me in a little lower?' Caitlin asked checking the position through the camera. 'I can't get this shot.'

Hawke adjusted their position and Caitlin sighed as the camera swung out of position and focused on the back of the park.

'It's nice to have just an ordinary job with no surprises.' Dom said with satisfaction.

'Oh God.' Caitlin swallowed hard at the sight in the lens.

'What?' Hawke asked picking up on the shock in her voice.

'There's somebody on the ground back here.' Caitlin said quickly. 'I don't think they're moving.'

Hawke followed her directions and took the chopper down. He and Dom climbed out whilst Caitlin disentangled herself from the harness. By the time she ran over, Hawke was crouched by the still form as Dom waited impatiently to the side.

Hawke stood up and took a step back. His arm slipped around Caitlin's waist as he met Dom's questioning gaze. Hawke shook his head. 'We'd better call the police; he's dead.'

Dom sighed heavily and started to make his way back to the chopper.

Caitlin's eyes travelled up the body and settled on the face. She gave a gasp and her shocked eyes met Hawke's. 'That's the guy from the music store.' She said. 'That's the guy who tried to shoot Hardy.'