Hawke and Dom sat on Megan Ravenson's sofa and watched as the blond psychic woman held Caitlin's picture and breathed deeply. Her wide green eyes opened and she shook her head.

'She is alive but I can't help you find her.' Meg said softly.

Dom saw the temper trigger in Hawke's eyes and laid a hand on the other man's arm before he could respond.

'Why, Meg?' Dom asked. 'I know you're back helping the police with missing person cases…'

Meg took a chair across from them. 'It's not that I don't want to Dom. I like Caitlin and I want to help but I can't do it because I can't reach her properly.'

'What do you mean?' Hawke asked harshly. He liked Meg and she'd helped them find Michael when he was missing one time so he knew she was the real deal but he had little patience for the workings of her gift; images, vague connections, mumbo-jumbo…

'It's like I'm getting a busy signal…I can't reach her because she's already reaching out to someone else.'

'Who?' Hawke asked.

Meg's eyes twinkled back at Hawke with wry amusement. 'You.'

Hawke blinked at her and Dom's mouth fell open. The older man spoke first. 'You mean String's a psychic?'

'You're wrong.' Hawke stated firmly.

'No, I'm not and I'm not exactly saying you're psychic.' Meg laid the photo on the coffee table separating them and fixed her gaze on his. 'Look, nobody really knows how ESP, psychic ability, call it what you want, works but most agree that at it's core it's like intuition, an ability to sense beyond facts and logic and make leaps to connections. Now some people don't have much intuition, they prefer to stick with facts but you? You have a great intuition, you have it in spades.'

'Sure, he has great instincts.' Dom agreed ignoring the dirty look Hawke sent his way.

'From what you've told has happened, it was your intuition that told you she was alive even in the face of overwhelming evidence from your own eyes that you had seen her die.' Meg stressed.

Hawke shifted uneasily. 'I worked the scam out…'

'Once you gave some time to listen to your intuition.' Meg said. 'But a good intuition doesn't make you psychic. At a guess I think it does make you more tuned in with the people who you bond with. I told you pretty much the same thing when you asked me about your brother.'

Dom's eyebrows shot up. He hadn't known Hawke had gone to Meg about Saint John.

'It's different.' Hawke insisted. 'Saint John's my brother…'

'It is different.' Meg agreed. 'The bond between you and Caitlin is stronger. You're connected in so many ways; as friends, lovers, spiritually, physically, emotionally and that bond is particularly strong at the moment when she's carrying your child.'

Hawke shifted uncomfortably. Neither he nor Dom had mentioned the pregnancy to her.

'And because she's in trouble, she's reaching out to you over the bond you share. Some of your certainty about her being alive may have been because you were picking up on that.'

'I don't understand.' Dom said as Hawke got his feet and paced restlessly. 'You think she's trying to reach him with ESP?'

'No.' Meg sighed and clasped her hands. 'I think she's hoping and praying with all her heart that Hawke's going to come rescue her, that he's not given up on her and I think she's transmitting that as loud as she can through the bond they share quite unconsciously.'

'If they're connected, can't you just listen in to them?' Dom asked as Hawke came to a halt, staring at a piece of artwork on Meg's wall.

'It's like trying to listen in on someone else's telephone conversation but without any way of finding the frequency.' Her eyes slid to Hawke's back. 'We could try.'

Hawke turned around slowly to face her. 'How?'

She patted the sofa next to her and he sat down reluctantly. 'Close your eyes.'

He didn't want to but he was desperate to find his wife so he did as she requested without a murmur of protest. He felt her hands slide into his.

'Now think about Caitlin.'

Think about Caitlin; that wasn't hard. Her face filled his mind, his thoughts drifted back over memories and moments.

Meg cried out and yanked her hands away from his. His blue eyes snapped open and he was startled by the sight of tears on her face. 'What?' He demanded urgently.

Meg took a breath to calm her racing heartbeat. 'It's OK.' She swiped at her cheeks and shook her head. His remembered horror of believing he had witnessed her death, the shattering pain of loss, of feeling he had nothing to live for and the renewed hope, his love and need for her…Hawke's jumbled emotions had been overwhelming.

She shook herself free of them and regained control. She frowned. 'There's a big cat, like a tiger or a panther, and water, a lot of water around her. That's all I could make out.'

'I guess it's more than we had before.' Dom said disappointed.

Meg looked at Hawke. 'Hawke, you need to listen to what she's telling you.'

'Do I just hope the information comes to me through thin air?'

Meg sighed at the scathing tone. 'Try reaching out through your bond and for crying out loud, try keeping an open mind.' She glanced at the wall clock. 'Look, it's really late…'

'We'll be going.' Dom said getting to his feet and giving her a hug goodbye. Hawke gave her a small nod and as he went to walk by her, she stopped him with a hand on his forearm.

'I'm sorry I couldn't help you more.'

Hawke laid a hand over hers in apology, in recognition that she'd done as much as she could and then walked out.

The Santini Air chopper cut through the night sky back to Hawke's cabin.

Dom cleared his throat beside Hawke. 'You didn't tell me you'd asked Meg about Saint John.'

Hawke shrugged. 'No point. She couldn't help then either.'

'Well, what did she say exactly?'

'That all she got was blocked pathways, some other vague mumbo-jumbo…and the thing about the bond between Saint John and me.' Hawke adjusted their course, turning inland. 'Same thing as tonight really about my believing he was alive was rooted in the bond we shared.'

'Oh.' Dom said. 'She could be right you know.'

'Look, Dom. I know she's your friend and I like her, I do, but…'

'You've seen her gift. You know what she can do.' Dom defended Meg valiantly.

Hawke was silent for a moment. 'How the hell am I supposed to find Caitlin with what she gave us?'

'Maybe she gave you more than you think.' Dom said sagely. 'Maybe you ought to try keeping that open mind.'

Hawke sighed and the rest of the journey was made in silence. They said goodnight at the landing pier and as Hawke watched the helicopter take off, he felt the adrenaline of the day drain away abruptly, exhaustion creeping up on him. He headed straight for bed, stopping only to kick off his boots before lying flat out on the cool sheets, his eyes closing as his head hit the pillow.

The nightmare started the same way as it always did. He was flying Airwolf alone, trying to get through the clouds, trying to find Caitlin. He could feel his fear he wouldn't find her building but this time he tamped down on it – hard. She was alive and he needed to focus on getting to her…where are you, Cait?

'Hawke!' Caitlin's voice clear as a bell in his head had his blue eyes flying open to search the bedroom.

It was empty and he was alone.

He took a deep steadying breath, staring at the familiar ceiling. He sighed and thumped the bed in frustration. Tet raised his head from the floor. Hawke scowled. How was he supposed to find her with planted information from Horn and nothing but vague images and gobbledegook from Meg?

Hawke closed his eyes again. How the hell was any of it going to help him get her back? The clarity of her voice though…maybe, maybe he could believe in that, maybe it had come through the bond between them. I'm not giving up Caitlin, he thought fiercely, just hold on. I'll come for you, I promise. I know you're alive and I'm coming for you. I love you…the words lingered in his mind as he slipped back to sleep.