'I love you too…' Caitlin murmured sleepily and opened her blue-green eyes expecting in her muddled dreamy state to find her husband next to her. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest with disappointment and fear as reality flooded back to her. She sat up and stared at her prison. It was pretty luxurious prison furnished with antiques, beautiful works of art, the finest linens…but the only door was locked, the only window bricked up.

Nausea hit and she pushed back the heavy cotton sheets hurriedly. She only made it to the en suite bathroom in time, throwing up into the sink, her fingers clutching the marble top to keep her upright. Her morning sickness was worse than ever complicated by the concussion from being knocked out the day at the Hollow. She rinsed her mouth out and brushed her teeth before turning on the shower. She tested the water with a bare arm and when it was hot enough she stepped under the relentless stream of water. She reckoned maybe a week had passed since her kidnapping in Texas but she wasn't sure how long she'd been unconscious when they'd brought her here. Caitlin picked up a bar of soap and sponge, and started to scrub at her skin as she remembered.

She woke dazed, confused and shaken before remembering the awful truth that the rescue attempt had failed and she remained Horn's prisoner. The faintest movement sent a sharp shaft of agony through her temple and she threw up, retching at the side of the bed until a nurse, a thin old woman with steel grey hair in a white uniform attended to her. She slipped gratefully back to oblivion. The next day, she was bullied out of the bed, bathed and dressed in clean pyjamas before being sat in the overstuffed sofa ready for Horn to visit her.

'I'm glad you're feeling better my dear. No, don't get up.' Horn motioned at the nurse who pushed her back down into the couch easily ignoring her weak struggles.

Caitlin regarded him with disgust and felt nausea threaten again as his cold green gaze scoured her.

He smoothed his wispy blonde hair in response to her regard and smiled. 'Perhaps I should have begun by apologising for your concussion.' He straightened his tie. 'The guard responsible has been punished. You were only meant to be restrained particularly in your…condition.' His eyes flickered to her abdomen and Caitlin's hands immediately rose to cover her unborn child protectively. She tried to push the fear and panic that he knew about the baby away; she had to be strong and defend them both.

Horn gestured at the chess board on the coffee table. 'Do you play?'

Caitlin remained silent.

'My sources say that you don't but I thought you might like to learn.' Horn smiled charmingly and she felt her skin crawl.

Horn sighed. 'You know you're going to be here for a long time. It will be very boring for both of us if you insist on not speaking.'

She lifted her chin and stared at him defiantly. 'He'll find me.'

'No he won't.' Horn's smile turned nasty. 'Hawke doesn't know you're alive, my dear.'

Caitlin felt fear slide into her gut. 'What do you mean?'

'I mean he believes he saw your helicopter go kaboom. ' He paused. 'Even now I understand he hides on his mountain grieving for you.'

It had to be a lie. Had to be, she thought desperately, if Hawke thought she was dead, that she and their child had died….

'You're lying.' She said frantically. His smug smile triggered her temper and she made an inhuman sound, lurching to her feet filled with some notion of throttling him, pounding on him until he said it wasn't true. But she was easily held back by the nurse, her arms pinned behind her back and Horn moved forward to look into the depths of her stormy eyes with satisfaction.

'So much loyalty.' Horn reached out and grasped her chin. 'So much spirit. Yes.' He said. 'Of all the women in the world, I can see why Hawke chose you for his bride.'

'What the hell do you want with me?' Caitlin retorted.

His smile widened. 'All in good time, my dear.' He had spun on his heel and left her standing staring after him with horror.

Caitlin yanked her mind back to the present as she turned her face up to the shower spray letting her tears mingle with the water as she soaped her hair and rinsed it clean. She reluctantly shut off the water and stepped out.

She couldn't really complain at her treatment since that first meeting, she thought as she towelled herself. She had the best of everything; food was prepared to her exact specifications, her every wish was fulfilled. She was examined by the nurse every day. When she had complained at the lack of fresh air on her second day, an escorted walk with Horn in the beautiful gardens of the villa had been arranged as part of her daily routine. Horn was obviously keen for the baby to be born healthy and for her to be as comfortable as possible during her pregnancy. His plans for her remained nebulous. He didn't mention Airwolf at all and she was increasingly afraid that what he wanted was the baby. What that meant for her once the baby was born…

Horn was keeping her off balance and isolated. Her only contact was with either him or the nurse who examined her every day. The guards had obviously been instructed not to speak with her. Her personality wasn't suited to being alone and she ached with loneliness; she missed her husband. She was certain that at least part of Horn's plan was to have her grow dependant on him for her mental stimulation. Caitlin shivered at the idea.

Whatever his plans were, Caitlin mused, she had to escape and soon. One thing was for certain; she couldn't rely on Hawke guessing the truth and coming to find her. Horn had made it plain that her husband believed he had witnessed her die in a brutal, final way. Her heart ached for him. I'm not dead, she thought fiercely, I'm not dead, Hawke, don't believe it. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes again. Caitlin blinked them away and took a deep, shaking breath. She would have to worry about Hawke later; she had to concentrate on herself and the baby. She was going to have to get them out of this before Horn's plan – whatever it was – could come to fruition.