Dom adjusted the balance of the Santini Air chopper and landed in front of the hangar. He scowled at the sight of a police car.

'Now what?' He muttered.

Hawke glanced over and shrugged. 'Beats me.' He rubbed a hand through his hair. They had agreed with Michael that he and Marella would take Caitlin back to the cabin whilst they returned Airwolf to the Lair. They would need to give the helicopter a complete service following the strain of the battle against Gemini.

They climbed out and headed to the office. They could hear the sound of voices as they approached and Jo's gutsy laugh. They exchanged a look of amusement before they opened the door and froze.

Jo was sat in an office chair, clutching a cup of coffee and laughing at her guest who was perched on the desk; it was Detective Marin. The detective's face was also lit up with laughter and his smile changed his whole face. Neither of them had noticed Dom or Hawke. Hawke cleared his throat and the laughter died as Jo and Marin looked over at the office door.

'Hawke, Santini.' Marin said sliding off the desk. He was holding a mug and he suddenly seemed to remember it, placing it carefully on the desk.

'Detective.' Hawke said icily.

Marin sighed and gestured at the pilot. 'I came by to tell you we caught the guy who broke in.'

'You caught the guy?' Dom's bushy eyebrows shot up.

'Yeah.' Marin shrugged. 'His name's Rodriguez Santos. He's currently out on parole after serving time for some minor misdemeanours.'

'Why would he break in here?' Hawke asked.

'He claims someone paid him to break in and make a mess.' Marin said.

Hawke and Dom exchanged another look; this one a mixture of surprise and concern.

'We're holding him downtown.' Marin concluded.

'How did you pick him up?' Hawke asked.

'We got lucky.' Marin said. 'He wasn't supposed to steal anything but actually did steal a few of the tools. He tried to pawn them at,' he consulted his notebook, 'Pete's Pawn. Guy there recognised your mark on the tools. Apparently he knows you?' His dark eyes met Dom's questioningly.

'Yeah,' Dom agreed, 'I know Pete.'

'He'd heard about the break-in and called us. We picked Santos up an hour ago.' Marin flipped the notebook shut.

'You say he said someone paid him?' Hawke checked.

Marin nodded. 'Didn't give details though; said he didn't know who the guy was.' He paused. 'I'm guessing your friend will want to question him.'

'Yeah.' Hawke nodded.

'I told the desk sergeant to expect a call.' Marin said.

'Thank you.' Hawke said reluctantly.

Marin sighed. 'Look, I know we didn't have a great beginning…'

'You did try to arrest my wife for murder.' Hawke bit out shoving his hands in his pockets.

'I know I messed up over the Kyle Hardy thing but I transferred for a new start.' Marin said firmly. 'I'd like one with you guys too.' He put his hand out and his dark eyes held Hawke's ice cold blue gaze.

Hawke slowly took his hand from his pocket and shook the detective's firmly.

Marin nodded with satisfaction and offered his hand to Dom who also shook it with a hesitant smile.

'Well, I'd better get going.' Marin turned to Jo. 'Thanks for the coffee.'

'Anytime.' Jo said smiling at him.

Hawke and Dom moved out of the way to let him leave.

'He seems like a nice guy.' Jo said getting to her feet.

Hawke shrugged. 'I still think he's a jerk.'

'String.' Jo chided him whilst Dom chuckled.

'He caught the guy who broke in.' Jo pointed out.

'Pete caught the guy; Marin got lucky.' Hawke corrected her.

Dom rolled his eyes. 'You did a real good job at clean up.' He said hurriedly diverting the topic before the two of them could start arguing for real.

Jo nodded looking around with satisfaction at the tidy office. 'I refiled everything.' She said. 'You just need to reframe and put the pictures back up.' She stretched. 'I'm going to head to the apartment.'

'OK, honey.' Dom smiled. 'Thanks for today.' He hugged her on her way out and watched her leave with a pleased expression. 'She did a great job.'

'Yeah.' Hawke said.

'You know now we've got this whole thing about her and the Company cleared up, we could maybe get her more involved.' Dom said with a hopeful look at the younger pilot.

'Why don't we wait until she moves home?' Hawke suggested. He glanced at the clock. He couldn't believe it was only mid-afternoon. 'We should leave for the cabin.'

'Right.' Dom agreed readily and they locked up on their way out.

It wasn't long before they were walking up to the cabin where the others were waiting for them on the porch.

Hawke hugged Caitlin as the others headed indoors. 'You OK?'

Caitlin nodded. 'Actually I'm feeling a lot better.'

'Good.' He kissed her.

They made their way inside and it only took moments for them to make a pot of coffee. They gathered around the hearth and took seats.

Caitlin watched with amusement as Marella and Michael took the sofa; she was going to have to remember to tell Hawke about the plan for the couple's date, she thought. Dom took one of the chairs and she took the other. Hawke sat on the hearth stone, his dog at his side.

'Well,' began Michael, 'we're going to have to find another way to avoid handing Airwolf to the Company.'

'And another way to program the next generation Airwolf when she's ready.' Marella pointed out. 'We can't afford another Gemini.'

'I'm sure Karen will come up with an answer to that one.' Caitlin said taking a sip of the coffee.

Marella nodded worriedly. 'I hope so.'

'Well, I guess we can't build another one in time to hand that over to the Company instead of Airwolf.' Hawke said dryly.

'No,' Michael agreed with a hint of a smile, 'we can't build another one.'

'I have to tell ya I don't think that's a bad thing.' Dom said folding his arms over his expansive chest. 'I don't think it's such a good idea having too many of these birds around the place.'

'We might not have to worry about handing Airwolf over to the Company for a while.' Michael said. 'Given what we think they've done with the information about your brother, it's more likely that they'll want you to use Airwolf in missions.'

'Yeah,' Hawke said angrily, 'whilst they hang me out to dry about Saint John.'

'At least it buys us time to work out a strategy.' Marella pointed out.

'Speaking of strategy,' Michael said stroking his tie and looking at Hawke, 'you took a hell of a chance with that canyon run.'

'It worked.' Hawke said. 'That's the main thing.'

'So,' Marella said, 'if nobody stole Gemini and it acted alone, who broke into Santini Air?'

'Ah we might have some news on that.' Dom said and filled them in on Marin's visit.

Caitlin's blue-green eyes flashed angrily when he got to Marin's apology. 'If he's going to apologise to anybody it should be me.' She said.

Hawke nodded. 'I still don't know about him.'

'I'll get somebody down to the police station to take Santos into custody.' Michael said brushing a finger across his moustache. 'If Marin is right and somebody paid Santos to stage the break-in…'

'Then we might still have someone making an attempt on Airwolf.' Hawke concluded unhappily.

'It didn't sound like Santos knew who had paid him.' Dom added.

Michael shrugged, a glint in his eye. 'We have methods the police can't exactly use but still…we may never find out who was behind the break-in until they make another move.'

'We're going to have to keep watching over our shoulder.' Hawke shook his head.

'I'm afraid so. Somebody is definitely after us.' Michael said firmly. He sighed and nudged Marella. 'We ought to get back to Red Star.'

Marella put down her half-filled cup with regret.

They all stood up.

Caitlin felt a wave of dizziness and barely registered the goodbyes the others were exchanging. Her vision blurred and the room spun. 'Oh my.'

Hawke spun back to his wife in concern at her strange tone and just caught her as she started to crumple to the floor.

'Caitlin!' He lowered her unconscious body to the rug.

Dom patted his shoulder reassuringly. 'It's just a faint, kid.'

Just, hell. She wasn't moving, for crying out loud. Hawke felt Marella shove at him and moved out of the way as he belatedly remembered her medical training.

She checked Caitlin's pulse with calm efficiency. 'Dominic's right. She's just fainted. She's coming round.'

Hawke knelt back down and placed a hand on her cheek whilst Caitlin's eyes opened slowly and she took a deep breath.

'What happened?' She asked.

'You fainted.' There was a faint edge of accusation to Hawke's gentle words.

Caitlin frowned. 'I don't faint.' She started to push herself off the floor into a sitting position.

'Sure you don't.' Hawke steadied her when she swayed with another rush of dizziness.

Marella rubbed her back. 'Deep breaths.' She advised.

Caitlin looked up sheepishly at the concerned faces surrounding her. 'Sorry.' She gripped Hawke's hand. 'I think I should probably go back to bed.'

Hawke shook his head. 'We're going to the clinic and calling Dr Peters to come and take another look at you.'

'Hawke…' Caitlin started to protest.

'I think that's a good idea.' Marella said. 'I'll call the clinic for you.'

'Couldn't hurt, huh?' Dom said adding his support.

Caitlin sighed and gave in.

A couple of hours later she shifted restless on the examination table, her fingers pleating the thin gown they had forced her into. She'd sent Hawke out to get some drinks a few minutes earlier. His barely concealed concern was driving her crazy mostly because the fainting fit had unnerved her too. She was just pleased she'd managed to convince everyone else to leave her and Hawke to it. She couldn't have borne knowing everyone was pacing the floor outside. The door swung open and Anna Peters stepped into the examination room.

'I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Caitlin.' Anna apologised and sat on a small stool, drawing it close to where Caitlin was perched on the table. She had a folder in her arms and she tapped it. 'I went to get your test results.' She smiled reassuringly. 'The bad news is that you're slightly anaemic. The good news is that you're pregnant.'

Caitlin blinked at her. 'That's…that's not possible. I mean I'm not late.' She said confused.

'You're very early in your first trimester so…' Anna paused in pulling on a pair of disposable gloves as she took in Caitlin's stunned expression. 'I know you were trying but if you've changed your mind…'

Caitlin shook her head furiously and her hand crept protectively to her abdomen. 'I want the baby.' She started smiling and tears pricked the back of her eyes. 'I'm just a little shocked.'

Anna patted her hand. 'Well let's take a good look at you.'

The doctor was leaving when Hawke walked back in. He looked around and saw Caitlin redressing behind a screen. 'Doctor Peters?'

Anna smiled. 'She's fine. I'll leave her to tell you everything.'

Hawke set down the small paper cups of something purporting to be coffee and Caitlin stepped out pulling her sweater over her head. He went to help her.

'Thanks.' She lifted her hair free and kissed him. 'Let's go home.'

Hawke brought her to a halt and placed his hands on her shoulders. 'What did the doctor say?'

Caitlin met his worried eyes and spread her own hands across his chest. 'Well, I'm anaemic and my blood pressure is a little low and the stomach bug is really morning sickness which turns out to be not just something you get in the morning but will hopefully not go on through the rest of the pregnancy…'

'Cait.' Hawke broke into her babbling, his blue eyes widening with shock. 'What did you just say?'

Caitlin battled with her nerves and took a deep breath. 'I'm pregnant.'

Hawke stared at her. Somewhere in his brain the words registered but he couldn't believe he'd heard them. Caitlin searched his blank expression as her heart pounded uncomfortably in her chest.

'Hawke, did you hear me?' She asked when he only blinked at her in silence.

'I think…' He stumbled over his words. 'I thought you said you were pregnant.'

'I did.' She tried to smile encouragingly.

'You did.' Hawke started smiling. 'You're pregnant.'

She nodded and her smile turned into a full beam with happiness as he grinned back at her.

He suddenly frowned. 'You're OK though, right?' He asked. 'You and the baby?'

'We're fine.' Caitlin reassured him. 'Doctor Peters gave me some tips on coping with the sickness and she's given me a prescription for some pre-natal vitamins and iron tablets.' She smiled. 'I'm going to be OK. No more fainting spells.'

Hawke nodded. 'You're really pregnant?'

'Really pregnant.' She assured him.

'A baby.' He said in wonderment as his hands slipped to her belly and pressed lightly against her, against the child that was just beginning. We're going to have to keep watching over our shoulder. His own words echoed in his head and his old fear clutched at his gut. If somebody was after them…Hawke held his wife and unborn baby tightly; nobody was going to hurt his family again. Nobody.