Hawke stopped mid-note and glanced up at the sky. A few moments later a white helicopter swung over the mountain and headed towards him. Hawke scowled and stood up, a tight grip on his cello and bow. He stomped to the cabin's porch. Caitlin smiled up at him from her seat on the bench, putting her book to one side. Tet raised his head and looked at his master quizzically. Hawke slumped onto the bench and slipped an arm around his wife's shoulders, his other hand sneaked to rest on the bump of their growing baby. According to the doctor's calculations the baby was due just after the New Year and they had another month to go. They'd taken their time returning to the cabin; had spent time with Caitlin's folks before they'd come back. It still felt strange to be back but it was home.

'We've been home less than a week.' Hawke grumbled as he felt his son kick firmly against his hand even through the layers of Caitlin's clothing. He automatically rubbed her stomach and wondered again how his wife managed to get through each day with the baby kicking and moving so forcefully inside her.

Caitlin raised an eyebrow. 'Which reminds me – you owe me ten bucks.'

Hawke leaned over and kissed her. She smiled as he moved back. 'You can't get round me that way. You bet me ten bucks after the welcome home party that we wouldn't see Michael again until you went to work. Pay up.'

Hawke sighed and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and handed her ten dollars. He'd just replaced his wallet as Michael and Marella reached them. They were both in the usual white; Michael in his three piece suit and Marella in a white flight suit. The female agent looked radiant. Her smooth café latte complexion glowed and her dark eyes simmering with secrets as always smiled at them. Her dark hair had grown out into a chin length bob which bounced as she moved.

Hawke stood up to greet her with a hug before he turned to Michael.

'Hawke, how are you!' The spy smiled at him.

Hawke glared back. 'You couldn't have waited another couple of days?'

Caitlin laughed at Michael's shock and took Hawke's hands. He pulled to her feet and she gave their friends a hug.

'Ignore him, Michael. He just lost a bet. It's good to see you too.'

Michael harrumphed and Hawke shrugged. He opened the door to the cabin and led the way inside. They all trooped over to the kitchen where Hawke started a pot of coffee whilst the others engaged in small talk.

'So what brings you here? Business or pleasure?' Hawke asked finally as he handed out mugs of freshly brewed coffee.

Michael sighed and accepted his cup with an inclination of his head. 'Business, I guess.'

Hawke smiled. 'Really.' He shot a look at his wife. 'Business huh?'

Caitlin rolled her eyes and slid the ten dollars back across the breakfast bar. 'Easy come, easy go.' She murmured and shifted position on the bar stool.

Michael cleared his throat to regain their attention.

Hawke gestured at him. 'So what's so important it couldn't wait until I come in on Monday?'

'We know who killed Dom.' Michael said without any further preamble.

Hawke exchanged a shocked look with Caitlin. He lowered his mug to the counter. 'Who?'

'Rosalind Bening.'

Hawke stilled. Rosalind Bening was the sister of a corrupt army General who'd tried to steal Airwolf the year before. He and Dom had blown the general's helicopter out of the sky and Rosalind had come after them seeking revenge. She had tricked Dom into believing she was someone else, someone who was in love with him. Luckily they had worked out her game and they had all survived her twisted attempt to destroy them. She had been injured in the final showdown, left in a coma the doctors had been sure she would never recover from.

'She recovered from the coma?' Caitlin asked stunned.

Marella nodded. 'She was diagnosed as mentally unstable and moved to an institution in Boston. They've admitted she went missing in May.'

'They've only just admitted it?' Caitlin was incredulous.

'They had to. Tania Bening and her daughter were murdered last week. When the investigators went to inform the institution they couldn't produce Rosalind.' Marella replied.

'Rosalind is a prime suspect in the murders.' Michael stated.

'Revenge for Tania putting her in the institution, helping us, who knows?' Marella said sadly. 'Although Rosalind's own bank accounts were frozen given her CIA background it's likely that she had funds hidden away to help her disappear.' She continued. 'She definitely has the connections to have hired Jay Hammond.'

'The authorities in Boston have tracked her here to LA. She arrived on a flight two days.' Michael added.

'Her beach house?' Caitlin asked.

'Deserted.' Michael confirmed. 'She's insane but she's clever.'

Hawke spoke for the first time since they had broken the news. 'You think she's coming after me next.'

'I think so.' Michael sighed.

Caitlin's hand crept to her tummy.

Hawke reached across the breakfast bar and took her other hand in his. 'You should leave.' He said gruffly. 'She's knows how to get to the cabin.'

'We should leave.' Caitlin corrected.

'We have a safe house up the coast.' Marella said. 'Full security already arranged.'

'We want to move you both now.' Michael said.

Hawke looked over at Caitlin and she read what he wanted to do in his blue eyes. She shook her head. 'Don't ask me.' She said her voice trembling. 'Don't ask me that.'

'Cait…'

'No.' She yanked her hand free of his and manoeuvred off the bar stool to make her way upstairs.

Michael and Marella shared a concerned look. The couple rarely argued.

'Hawke,' Michael began.

'Leave it, Michael.' Hawke said and went after his wife.

He found her opening their suitcase on the large bed. He closed the door behind him. She ignored him and moved between the closets, the dresser and the suitcase packing clothes.

'Caitlin.' Hawke folded his arms. 'If I don't stop her now, she'll just keep coming after me.'

She didn't even look at him and folded a sweater to pack it neatly into the suitcase.

Hawke stepped into her pathway and took hold of her hands. 'You should go where you can be safe.' He forced himself to continue at the sight of her tears and held her hands against his chest. 'Cait, if I stay here, she'll come to me. I can stop her.'

'You could be killed.' Caitlin pointed out. 'It was only a few months ago, you almost were.'

'I'll be prepared for her this time.' Hawke said.

'You promised me you'd be there for us.' Caitlin whispered.

'This doesn't change that and I need to do this.' He freed a hand to nudge her chin up so she was forced into meeting his eyes. 'I owe Dom.'

They looked at each other for a long time.

Caitlin sighed. 'You don't need to worry.' She said pulling away. 'I'm only packing my things. You're right, I have to leave; I have to think of the baby's safety first.'

Her tone was sharp and the implication clear; he wasn't thinking of her or the baby. Hawke inwardly flinched and tried to push away the guilt she had prompted with her remark. He regarded the tense line of her back. He made a move toward her, thought twice and left the bedroom.

Caitlin heard the soft click of the bedroom door shutting and sat down on the bed giving in to the tears. Dammit, she thought angrily, she was due to give birth in just over a month, surely he could see that putting his life at risk now…she swiped at her cheeks and dried her eyes. She had to finish packing.

Downstairs, Marella tweaked the curtain back into place before she gracefully got to her feet and went over to perch on the arm of the easy chair Michael was sitting in by the fire.

'He's just standing staring at the lake.' She said.

Michael lifted a hand off the top of his cane. 'He's right, you know. He can bait a trap here and get Rosalind before she can make another attempt to kill him.'

'Maybe but I know I wouldn't want my husband putting his life at risk that way a month away from the birth of our first child.' Marella returned. Her voice was even and betrayed nothing of her own personal pain that she could never have a child of her own.

'He's doing this for Caitlin to make sure they're safe.' Michael pointed out.

'He's doing this because Rosalind killed Dom and he wants revenge.' Marella shot back.

The two of them stared at each other.

'You take Caitlin…' Michael began.

'You'll stay with Hawke.' Marella concluded.