'There's just nothing there, String.' Dom rechecked the monitor and sighed. They'd been flying over the same patch of land around Dead Man's Hollow where the clash with Horn had taken place, for the last two hours. It was their umpteenth time since the funeral the day before. His eyes were sore, his back hurt and his stomach was aching with hunger.

'Check again.' Hawke made to swing Airwolf round.

'Can't we take a break?' Dom pleaded.

'We've taken almost a week already.' Hawke snapped.

'And another five minutes to have some lunch won't make a difference.' Dom yelled back. 'My eyes are blurring back here kid.'

Hawke sneaked a look at the back of the cockpit and sighed as he met Dom's implacable stare.

'OK.' He took the Lady down. 'Five minutes.'

Dom clasped his hands together in prayer and gestured at the ceiling.

Hawke landed gently and removed his helmet. He climbed out and stretched getting the kinks out of his back and arms.

'Here.' Dom threw a pack of sandwiches at him and Hawke caught it mid-chest. He opened the wrapping and took a bite without even looking at what it was he was eating.

Dom gave a moan of delight as he chewed on his lunch. He looked across to see Hawke staring into the distance like he could see where Caitlin has disappeared to through willpower alone. He swallowed and gestured with his half-eaten sandwich. 'We're going to find her, String.'

Hawke turned to look at his partner. 'She must think I've abandoned her, Dom.' He blurted out.

Dom's expression saddened but he tried to comfort the younger man. 'There's no way we could have known, String. She'll understand.' His brow furrowed. 'God knows what we're going to tell her family.' Michael had made their farewells at the funeral whilst they had left eager to begin searching for Caitlin. Nobody had questioned their exit believing that Hawke was distraught with grief.

Hawke finished his lunch and took a drink of water. 'We just need to find her.'

Dom sighed as he crumpled the sandwich wrapping. 'Let's get back to it, kid.' He patted Hawke's arm and moved back to his place at the engineer's console.

Hawke resumed the pilot's seat and started the engines. They had just got airborne when the incoming transmission signal sounded. Dom shook his head and answered it.

Michael appeared on the video link. 'I've got the results of the dental identification. I thought you'd want to know straight away.'

Hawke tensed and the aircraft shuddered.

'The body we recovered from the crash site was not Caitlin.'

Hawke breathed out slowly. He'd been so sure but to know for certain…his heart lifted. She was alive.

'Have you found anything?' Michael asked.

'So far zip.' Dom replied.

'Come home, Hawke.' Michael leaned into the monitor. 'We need to put our heads together on this.'

Hawke altered his course. 'We're on our way, Michael.'

When the cabin came into view, Hawke felt relief seep into him. He'd been silent most of the journey home, lost in his own thoughts, praying that his wife knew somehow, someway that he was looking for her. Dom saw the white helicopter on the landing pier and swung his own bird around to land in the space in front of the cabin.

They walked in to find that someone had built a fire and lit the various lamps. Michael was sat in one of the easy chairs, one hand resting on his ever present cane, the other holding a glass of wine. Marella rose to greet them from her spot on the couch. For a long moment they all looked at one another.

'Hawke...' Michael began. 'How did you figure it out?' He followed the pilot to the bar at the back of the cabin where Hawke poured wine for himself and Dom who subsided onto a bar stool with a tired expression.

'You're really going to make me explain?' Hawke asked Michael who was waiting with an expectant expression.

'Yes.'

'Actually, String,' Dom added, 'I've been kind of curious myself.'

Hawke sipped his wine and sighed in resignation. 'I'm not sure I can explain it.' He admitted. 'Ever since it happened, I just haven't been able to believe that Caitlin was dead. I put it down to…to grief but at the graveside…I didn't just feel that it was wrong that she was dead, I knew it.' He gestured with the wine glass. 'It started me thinking…what if what I was feeling wasn't about grief, what if I felt that way because it was the truth.' He shrugged. 'As soon as I worked that out, my mind started clicking over the events at the Hollow and…'

'And you worked out all the inconsistencies.' Marella concluded.

'Horn played me, Michael.' Hawke said angrily, setting his glass back down. 'He counted on the thought that she was dead putting me out of the game and he was right.'

'He played us.' The spy corrected. 'And I think you should give yourself and us a break, Hawke.' Michael said dryly. 'Seeing that chopper go down…it gave us all a bad moment.'

There was a moment's silence as they all adjusted.

'So if Caitlin is alive….' Marella began.

'Horn has her.' Hawke said his voice harsh with anger.

'But why?' Dom asked. 'Why take her and not Airwolf? It doesn't make any sense.'

'Maybe he just wants to get at you.' Marella said directing her comment at Hawke who looked back at her evenly.

'You could be right.'

'You mean Horn did all this just to make your life miserable?' Dom shook his head furiously. 'I don't believe it. There has to be more to it than that.'

'I agree.' Michael smiled at the stunned expression on the other man before he focused on Hawke. 'If that's all it was, he would have achieved that by actually killing her. I think it's likely that your misery was just a side benefit. His end game must be about Airwolf, Hawke.' He continued. 'What other reason could he have?'

'He could have a long term plan.' Marella said. 'Get Airwolf later when everything has calmed down.'

'I hate to say it but he could have brainwashed her.' Michael pointed out.

'No.' Hawke denied it. 'At the Hollow, I would swear she was herself and besides…Horn brainwashed me in less than twenty-four hours, he'd have the Lady by now if he'd done the same thing to Caitlin.'

'But then….' Michael hesitated.

'Spit it out, Michael.' Hawke said.

'He may not be using the same technique as he used on you. After all, from his perspective it failed. According to what you told me, Horn never saw Caitlin, never realised that you were given an antidote. He probably doesn't know why you came out of it.' Michael explained.

'That's true, String.' Dom said, agreeing.

'Horn's plan for Caitlin's capture, fooling us all into thinking she was dead, was meant to give him time with her – has given him time with her and you have to ask yourself, why he needed it.' Michael added.

'What do you mean?' Dom asked slowly when it looked as though Hawke was not going to reply.

Marella's eyes filled with sadness. 'He might be subjecting her to the more subtle, insidious techniques; changing more than her brain chemistry but actually her personality…her allegiances.'

Hawke bolted out from behind the bar and stalked to the fireplace.

Dom gestured. 'Well, can't we use that serum…the one we used on String…wouldn't that work?'

'It may partly,' said Michael, his eyes fixed on the tense lines of the younger pilot. 'But we've never anticipated it being used on a pregnant woman. It could have an adverse effect on the baby.'

'You don't even know for certain if he has brainwashed her.' Hawke muttered without turning around. 'If he's trying subtle techniques, they take a long time and he's only had a week.'

'The sooner we get her back the better,' agreed Michael and raised his glass, 'and we may have a starting place.'

Hawke turned back to look at him.

'Oh?' Dom looked at the spy with interest. Michael nodded at Marella.

'We captured a few of the guards at the Hollow and they've been our guests since. We've been interrogating them.' She said.

'And?' Hawke asked gesturing impatiently.

'We've gathered some information on two possible locations where Horn may have intended to go.'

'Two?' Hawke frowned. 'What are they?'

'A place in Mexico and a Caribbean island called Jareau.' Marella said.

'Well, how do we know which one?' Dom asked.

'We don't.' Michael sighed.

Hawke shook his head, walking back to join them at the bar. 'Either one of those places or both could have been planted information.'

'It's possible.' Michael admitted, slipping onto a stool.

'Do we check them out anyway?' Dom asked.

Hawke leaned on the bar considering the idea and shook his head reluctantly. 'If we did recon on the wrong place, it would tip Horn. We're only going to get one chance at tracking her.'

'We could re-interrogate the prisoners we have. See if we can shake anything loose.' Michael suggested. 'Pinpoint which location is the more likely.'

'You do that. Dom and I'll try something else…'

'Oh?' Dom's eyes questioned him suspiciously.

Hawke raised his glass of wine in response. 'Let's go see Meg.'