It was a perfect day, Marella thought happily. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and she was spending it with Michael and Angelina on a beach. A beach. She couldn't remember when she'd last spent the day at the beach. She grimaced. Probably when she was a teenager back in Maui, and maybe not even then, she quietly admitted to herself. Her advanced intelligence had found her reading in a library more often than surfing. She sighed and glanced back at the house behind her.

Michael's home was a beautiful building. It was set on a cliff and had stunning views of the ocean and, more importantly, a private section of beach. They were walking down the steps from the house and Marella took the opportunity of walking behind Michael and his daughter to observe them.

Angelina was a stunningly pretty girl. Her blonde hair gleamed under the sun-hat her father had insisted she wear and her blue eyes would occasionally glance back up the steps as she grinned at Marella. It wasn't often Angelina got to spend a whole day of doing very little with her father. Marella looked at Angelina's outfit of shorts and T-shirt over a swimming costume and tried not to feel self-conscious that she was wearing the same as was Michael. He had even eschewed the usual white for a pale blue T-shirt that brought out in the blue in his eye and denim shorts that left little to the imagination. She admired the view sneakily before glancing up and straight into his knowing gaze. She blushed and was grateful that the chocolate Lab puppy that Angelina had received for Christmas bounded up with a stick and snagged Michael's attention as they stepped onto the sand.

Michael threw the stick up the beach and Brownie happily ran after it, his tongue lolling out.

Angelina tugged at Michael's hand to follow the dog.

He resisted. 'Let's just get everything set up first.'

'Daddy…' her voice rang with the patent disbelief of children everywhere when an adult suggested doing something that wasn't fun.

Marella smiled. 'Why don't you two go ahead? I'll get everything sorted out here.'

'Are you sure?' Michael asked.

'Sure.' She gestured at him to leave and Michael gave her a grateful smile as he dumped everything he had been carrying onto the ground. He'd barely finished when Angelina was pulling him away, down the beach to play with the dog.

Marella placed her own burdens down and reviewed everything thoughtfully. She started with the blankets and smiled as she shook them out before laying them down, her eyes catching on Michael's evident pleasure at being with his daughter.

It had been a shock the previous year for Michael to discover that he was a father. Marella knew he had loved Angelina's mother, Maria, but that their respective positions as spies on opposite sides of the Cold War had ended their affair. It hadn't prevented Michael from trying to rescue Maria when he'd thought she was on a KGB white list, an act that had led him into a trap and had almost gotten him killed. The whole incident had ended in tragedy with Maria dead. It had still been months later that Michael had been contacted by Maria's sister who had informed him of Angelina's existence. He'd taken Hawke and Airwolf to Russia to find his daughter. Of course, it had been another trap but Hawke had rescued them both and brought them home although Angelina's aunt had died saving her niece. Michael had made the decision to raise Angelina himself and Marella knew it was a decision he didn't regret. She briefly wondered what would happen when Angelina found out that her mother's killer was her favourite Uncle String even if he had shot Maria to save Michael's life. She sighed. They had enough trouble without borrowing more and she guessed Michael would explain everything to Angelina when she was older. No matter how intelligent the little girl was, there were some things that needed to wait until she was more mature.

She opened up the hamper and blinked. Michael had certainly pushed the boat out, she thought, as she laid out the picnic lunch. She could see the hints of his Deep South upbringing in the fried chicken and different salads. The dog caught the scent of the food and only a sharp command from Michael stopped Brownie from jumping on the lunch.

Michael collapsed onto the blanket next to Marella as Angelina took her position and the food was shared out. For a while there was a general chatter as they ate and passed the food amongst them and sipped homemade lemonade that had been stored in a cool box; the cold drink was a relief with the heat of the sun. Eventually, Angelina asked to be excused and after smothering her in another layer of sun cream, Michael allowed her to leave him and Marella alone to play further up the beach with the dog.

'Everything OK?' Michael asked gazing across at Marella. Even lying on a sandy blanket, the debris of the picnic between them, she made the whole thing look effortlessly elegant.

Marella's dark eyes met his. 'Perfect.'

Michael smiled at her. 'I agree.'

They toasted the moment with lemonade.

Michael looked ruefully down at his glass. 'I should have asked Hawke for some decent wine when I saw him yesterday.' He didn't mention his own wine cellar that rivalled Hawke's for quality and quantity.

'Why didn't you?' Marella said laughing.

Michael raised an eyebrow. 'He was in a bad mood. I think he's missing Caitlin.'

'I think they're missing each other.' Marella murmured.

'You spoke with her?' Michael asked.

'A couple of days ago.' Marella felt the blush warm her cheeks as she remembered the reason for her call.

'How is she?' Michael asked.

'Good,' Marella said, 'but like I said missing Hawke despite the phone calls.'

'Phone calls?' Michael frowned.

Marella smiled broadly. 'Hawke's been calling her every night on the satellite phone.'

Michael's eyebrows shot up. 'He has?'

'He has.'

'Does he know how much that's costing us?'

'Michael…'

'Don't look at me like that.' Michael said laughing at her chiding expression. 'You would have said the same thing a few months ago.'

'Maybe.' She admitted. 'But now…' she caught his gaze, 'I think the least we owe them is a few phone calls.'

Michael nodded. 'The least.' He took a gulp of his drink and glanced back up the beach at his daughter. Hawke had saved Angelina's life; Caitlin had saved Marella's; they had both saved his…he owed them a helluva lot more than a few phone calls, he mused.

Further down the beach, Angelina sensed her father's regard and looked across the wide expanse of beach. She waved at him and smiled when he waved back. She rarely saw him this relaxed and she could tell he was happy. She threw the stick back down the sand for Brownie to chase and sneaked another look at her father and Marella. She still wasn't too sure that she liked her father's attention being on someone else but she did like the fact that her father was smiling. She frowned and rubbed her nose. Marella made her father happy. She sighed.

Deep down she knew she only had to tell her father that she was unhappy with Marella being around and the other woman would be gone and there was a part of her that revelled in having that power. But there was another part of her, she thought logically, that wanted her father to be happy and smiling and she knew if she asked her father not to see Marella he would be upset. So she had decided not to say anything about Marella. It wasn't that she didn't like Marella, Angelina mused as she threw the stick again. Marella was one of the few people who could keep up with her and one of the few who could challenge her intellect. She was beautiful and, more importantly, her Uncle String and Aunt Cait liked her.

She shrieked as she was suddenly grabbed and swung around in a wide arc. Her eyes widened in happy realisation that it was her father. She looked back at the picnic area where Marella was clearing up.

'How about a walk, angel?' Michael asked.

'OK.' Her hand slipped into his but she stopped and looked questioningly at him as he turned to set off down the beach in the opposite direction to the woman who had accompanied them. 'What about Marella?'

'She's going to read for a while.' Michael said. 'She thought you and I might like a chance to spend some time together alone.'

'Really?' Angelina asked.

'Really.' Michael confirmed as they began walking. 'She knows we don't get to do this all that often.'

Angelina considered Michael's words as they walked on. Maybe her dad being with Marella was a good thing, she mused. Her dad was great but there were times when she wished he would spend more time with her. A calculating look entered Angelina's blue eyes; Michael's friends, and enemies, would have recognised it immediately as the same calculating look Michael got when he was plotting something.

'Daddy?'

'Hmmm?'

'I like Marella.' Angelina's blue eyes gazed up at him. 'I just thought you should know.'

Michael stopped and leaned down to look at her fully. 'Thank you.'

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and spun her around before they continued their walk.

It was another hour before they returned to Marella. She was engrossed in a book and Michael plucked it out of her hands mischievously.

'Hey!' She said.

'We're going in the sea.' Michael said grinning at her. 'Want to join us?'

Marella glanced at Angelina who was already stripping off.

'Last one is a sissy.' Angelina yelled as she kicked her shorts off and ran for the sea.

Michael and Marella looked at each for a heartbeat before they began stripping their own clothes off, running towards the ocean. They hit the water together.

'Sissy.' Michael teased.

'No, you were last.' Marella laughed.

'No, I wasn't.' Michael said and splashed her playfully.

'Yes, you were.' Marella splashed him back.

Michael turned to his daughter who was giggling beside him. 'Angelina, help me out here. Tell Marella who was last.' His confident tone gave away his expectation of total support from his daughter.

Angelina's blue eyes twinkled. 'You.'

Michael's mouth dropped open as the two females burst out laughing at his shocked expression. 'Why you…' he splashed Angelina who squealed happily and splashed him back. A full water fight was soon underway until Michael admitted defeat as Marella and Angelina ganged up on him.

It was a perfect afternoon. They spent time swimming; Michael settled back on the blankets with Marella's book and spent most of the time watching Angelina and Marella as they built a sandcastle wondering at the contrast between them and delighted at just being able to watch them together. By the late afternoon, Angelina was tiring and they packed up to head back to the house for showers and clothes without sand.

Marella finished applying her make-up in the guest room Michael had shown her to and smoothed her dress. It was a burnt orange colour with swirls of cream in a subtle pattern that highlighted her curves and accentuated her figure. She looked good, she thought as she left the bedroom and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She paused in the doorway. Michael and Angelina were already cooking; they were stood together measuring something into a jug. Her breath caught. They looked so right together; father and daughter.

Michael glanced over his shoulder. 'Hi.'

'Hi.' Marella took a step into the kitchen. 'Can I help?'

'Absolutely not.' Michael said with a smile. 'You're our guest.'

Marella looked at the smoke rising from the grill and gestured. 'Something might be burning.'

'It might be the steaks, Daddy.' Angelina said brightly.

Michael hurriedly removed the meat from the pan before it went to charcoal. They ate the simple meal of steaks and salad at the breakfast island before retiring to Michael's study. Marella curled up on the opposite sofa to father and daughter and finished reading her book as she watched Angelina beat Michael at a game of chess.

'OK,' Michael said with a look at his watch, 'bedtime.'

'Daddy.' Angelina complained. 'I need the practice for the tournament tomorrow.'

'You're going to beat everyone.' Michael predicted. 'Now, come on, bed.' He got up and held out his hand.

Angelina gave a huff of exasperation but rose from the sofa. 'Night, Marella.'

'Night.' Marella blinked in surprise as the ten year-old kissed her cheek before taking her father's hand.

Michael returned almost a half an hour later. He was carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. He displayed them with a smile. 'I thought we might have a proper toast.'

Marella held the glasses as he opened the wine and poured it.

'To a perfect day.' Michael said.

'To a perfect day.' Marella agreed.

The clink of the glasses echoed in the room. The atmosphere changed subtly. Marella was suddenly aware of how close they were standing, of the soft music playing in the background, of the way her heart was beating faster than normal.

Michael held her gaze as he plucked the glass from her hand and placed it on the coffee table. His hands slid into hers; their fingers tangled as he tugged her closer. His arms slid around her and her hands held his shoulders as she steadied her balance against him. Their eyes never lost contact until the final moment before the kiss.

It wasn't like the kisses they'd enjoyed before. It was gentle at first; tender; exploratory but shifted into something deeper, passionate and overwhelming as they both pushed logic aside and gave in to their feelings. They pressed against each other; held each other tightly as they sought to get closer…

The phone rang.

'Dammit!' Michael's frustration eased Marella's. She brushed his white blond fringe back.

'You'd better answer that.' She said and eased out of their embrace.

Michael sighed and snatched up the receiver on his desk. 'Archangel, here.' He recognised the voice at the other end as his FBI contact and stilled as he listened to the information the other man imparted. 'Thank you. I'll let you know.' He said finally and hung up. He stared at the phone for a moment. The FBI still had an active file on Stringfellow Hawke's parents. Maybe Dominic Santini was right, Michael thought, maybe Alan and Jane Hawke were still alive and in witness protection. The pilot was convinced they might be following his kidnapping by the very hit man who was the reason why the Hawkes had sought witness protection in the first place. But it wasn't conclusive, Michael thought, stroking his moustache thoughtfully and to dig deeper would potentially put Hawke's parents in danger if they were alive. He sighed. It wasn't his decision. He had only investigated at the request of Dominic and it was really the older man's call…

'Penny for them.'

Marella's amused voice jerked him out of his reverie. He turned to her a little abashed. 'Sorry.'

'No problem.' Marella said. 'Who was the call from?'

He hesitated. He'd given his word to Dominic that the investigation would remain a secret. 'I can't tell you.' He said regretfully. He tensed waiting for the outrage he was sure would follow.

Marella shrugged and smiled instead. She took a step closer. 'So where were we?'

Michael's arms went automatically around her waist and he frowned. 'You're not mad?'

'Of course, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad?' Marella looked at him perplexed.

He opened his mouth to explain and closed it again unsure how he could explain.

Marella watched the play of emotions across Michael's surprised face and sighed. 'Gemma, right?'

Michael nodded at the mention of his ex-wife. Gemma had been his senior aide before he had married her and she'd never gotten used to the fact that Michael had remained secretive after they had become husband and wife. It had been a contributing factor to their eventual divorce.

'I'm not Gemma.' Marella pointed out.

Michael's arms tightened around her as though he were worried she would leave. 'No, you're not.'

'I understand there are things you're still not going to be able to share with me.' Marella added.

'I know.' Michael kissed her. 'I'm sorry.'

'I might forgive you.' Marella murmured.

'If…'

'If you kiss me again.' She said smiling.

Michael was happy to oblige her. It was the perfect end to a perfect day.