'What's this?' Caitlin looked in amusement at the organised piles of folders on her dining room table along with a selection of nibbles and drinks. She and Angelina had disappeared to feed Nicky and had returned to find their activity for the afternoon and evening clearly organised.

Marella smiled at her friend's bemusement and waved a hand over her efforts. 'I've organised the information into categories.' She patted the first two stacks. 'These are all the information from the FBI on the Cordelli's split into two sections; current data and historical information.'

Jo placed the last plate of snacks in the centre of the table and took a step back. She folded her arms and regarded the other woman with a similar sense of amusement to that shining clearly from Caitlin's eyes.

'These?' Caitlin said pointing at the folders nearest to her.

'All information relating to Elijah Hawke's murder and the events that played out in the run-up to the Hawkes potentially entering witness protection.' Marella gestured at the next stack. 'This is all the paperwork gathered from Yahara's house and the one next to it is the current information we have on Yahara.' She shifted a little nervously. 'I thought we could each systematically go through the information stack by stack.'

'What about this one?' Jo asked putting her hand on a small pile Marella seemed to have missed.

'Those I thought Angelina could look through.' Marella said. 'They're a selection from all the different categories.' She smiled at her soon-to-be stepdaughter who beamed back at her. 'Angelina's good at spotting patterns in disparate data.'

And the information Marella had selected was probably appropriate for Angelina's eleven year old sensibilities, Caitlin concluded silently. The precocious youngster had a genius IQ and was way ahead of her peers in terms of academic learning and understanding, but there were things no eleven year old, no matter how bright, should know.

'I sorted out the refreshments.' Jo added.

'It looks great.' Caitlin said with a smile at the blonde pilot. 'I guess we should get to it.'

They all took seats at the table, served drinks and ate the nibbles almost absentmindedly as they read through the documentation.

Caitlin eased back in the wooden dining chair and rubbed at the knot that had formed in her right shoulder. She winced a little. Her blue-green eyes glanced at the clock and she sighed.

'You OK?' Jo asked looking across at her in concern.

Caitlin pinned a bright smile on her face and nodded. 'I'm fine.'

'He'll be OK, Caitlin.' Marella said encouragingly guessing at the reason why Caitlin was uneasy.

Her redheaded friend looked rueful. 'I don't know why I'm so antsy.'

'Well given what happened the last time Hawke tried a fishing trip as a bachelor night, I can't blame you.' Marella commented.

'I know. I don't think I'm going to relax until they call in tomorrow.' Caitlin paused. 'Or until they get home.'

'How are plans going for the anniversary?' Jo asked subtly changing the topic.

'Good.' Caitlin said. 'We're leaving first thing Friday morning and come back Monday morning.'

'Where are you going again?' Jo asked.

'Halynon National Park.' Caitlin said. 'One of our friends has a cabin up there that he's given us the use of while he's in Africa.'

'Isn't that like a busman's holiday for you guys?' Jo said. She waved a hand around her. 'I mean, you already have a cabin in the mountains.'

'She has a point.' Marella said dryly.

'Nobody knows the exact location of the other cabin except us.' Caitlin said firmly. 'So there'll be no unexpected visits or missions.' She smiled. 'Three whole days of uninterrupted fun with my husband; I can't wait.' There was a smug feminine satisfaction in her voice that had the other two women exchanging a knowing look and Angelina looking at them with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

'But you're taking the satellite phone so we can reach you in an emergency, right?' Marella checked.

Caitlin nodded.

'You're looking after Nicky?' Jo asked the Hawaiian agent as she threw her finished folder down and picked up another.

It was Marella's turn to nod.

'We can't wait.' Angelina piped up.

Jo smiled at her before her blue eyes shifted to Marella. 'So I guess this would be the infamous baby test?'

'The what?' Marella laughed.

'Saint John calls it the infamous baby test,' Jo said, 'when you test your boyfriend or, in your case your fiancé, with a baby to see if he's a good father.'

'I hadn't considered it a test.' Marella said thoughtfully. 'Caitlin asked if I would look after Nicky and was so thrilled to be asked, I didn't even think about Michael.' Her eyes flickered to Angelina. 'Besides I know he's going to make a great father.'

Angelina nodded proudly. 'He's a very good father.'

Caitlin saw the small shadow that shifted across Marella's eyes; she knew her friend couldn't have children of her own and the idea of the baby test was probably treading near to some fairly painful ground. She frowned. 'I've never given a boyfriend the baby test.'

Marella smiled at her gratefully for diverting Jo's attention. 'Never?'

'Never.' Caitlin confirmed. 'My sister, on the other hand…'

'Younger or older?' Jo asked; Caitlin had two sisters.

'Younger.' Caitlin said. 'Fiona does it all the time.'

'Where does she get the babies from?' Jo asked perplexed.

'Erin or Brian or Callum.' Caitlin reeled off the names of her other siblings.

Marella shook her head. 'I can't believe women actually do that.'

'I know.' Jo agreed. 'I can't believe it either.'

There was a mutual look of disbelief between the three very independent and capable women.

Angelina watched them carefully. She wanted to grow up just like them, she decided firmly. She would never put her boyfriend, she frowned a little at the idea – most of the boys she knew were gross – through a baby test.

'So any other plans for the anniversary?' Jo asked.

Caitlin rolled her eyes. 'Hawke has some big surprise but he won't tell me what.' She complained good-naturedly.

'Really?' Marella asked aiming for an innocent look.

'Imagine that.' Jo added.

Both of them hid their faces in the folders they were perusing.

Caitlin's eyes narrowed on the two women. 'You know.' She said accusingly.

'And we're not telling you.' Marella said firmly, looking up at her friend with twinkling dark eyes.

'Don't look at me!' Jo held up her hands as Caitlin turned her gaze on her.

'What about a hint?' Caitlin wheedled.

'No!' They both said.

'Well,' Angelina began.

Marella clamped a hand over her mouth. 'Angelina.' She said warningly.

Angelina sighed and nodded. 'It's not like I really know anything.' She complained.

'You're going to love it.' Marella said to Caitlin reassuringly.

They all shifted their attention back to the information they were supposed to be examining.

Caitlin stuffed a piece of paper back into a folder and set it aside. 'This is going to take forever.' She murmured. She picked up another folder. 'I had this idea that we were going to find something important and show the guys how to do this.' She admitted ruefully.

'It's a lot of information.' Marella agreed. She ran a hand through her dark curls. 'You know what we need is someone like Larry.'

'Larry?' Caitlin frowned.

'Larry Mason.' Marella expanded.

'Who?' Jo asked.

Marella shifted in her seat. 'Larry used to work at the FIRM as an intelligence analyst.' She smoothed her silk blouse. 'He was the best.'

'He retired to a beach hut in Mexico.' Caitlin explained further.

'I could go for a trip to Mexico.' Jo said smiling broadly.

Caitlin caught Marella's eyes. 'You may be onto something. If anyone could track down the Hawkes on the information networks or look through this stuff and find a connection…' she waved a hand at the table.

'It would be Larry.' Marella concluded.

'Or not.' Jo said her blue eyes catching on something in the document she was reading. 'Here. Take a look at this.' She handed over the letter she held.

'This is in Japanese.' Caitlin complained. 'I don't read Japanese.'

'I do.' Marella said reading over her shoulder.

Jo shrugged at Caitlin's questioning look. 'I picked up a smattering.'

Caitlin reminded herself that before Jo started working on the Airwolf team, she had worked as a translator across the world. 'So what does it say?' She asked impatiently.

'Yeah, what does it say?' Angelina asked her voice high with excitement.

Marella's lips pursed. 'Well, if I'm reading this right, it's a report from one of Yahara's men to Yahara on the Hawkes.'

'Namely,' Jo added, 'the Hawkes' children.'

'He was looking for Saint John.' Marella said with a frown her finger tracing down the script.

Caitlin sighed. 'Well that makes sense. He went after Saint John as the elder son in lieu of their father.'

'Hmmm.' Marella concentrated on her translation. 'This report is confirming that Saint John had surfaced in LA; that Yahara can attain his honour from the first son.' She bit her lip and reread the phrase she had just translated again to check. 'He goes onto say that this is a great moment and requests permission to stop the search for the other siblings.'

'Siblings?' Caitlin's eyes widened. 'There's only Hawke and Saint John.'

'Apparently not.' Marella murmured. 'He talks about not being able to find the second son; that intelligence suggests that the second son is dead.'

'That's Hawke.' Jo surmised.

'Right.' Marella's finger tapped a segment of symbols. 'He has also been unable to locate the third son but had a lead on the daughter of Alan Hawke. He finishes by saying with the finding of the first son he assumes that he no longer needs to pursue them.'

'A third son and a daughter?' Caitlin repeated.

'If Yahara's information was correct then this provides more evidence for the Hawkes surviving the boating accident, doesn't it?' Jo asked excitedly. 'I mean they couldn't have more children unless…'

'Unless they lived.' Caitlin concluded. She pushed a hand through her red hair. 'Wow.'

'More than that.' Marella's eyes met Caitlin's fiercely. 'He details the lead he had on the daughter.'

'Hawke's sister?' Caitlin asked wonderingly.

Marella nodded. 'Hawke's sister.' She broke into a wide grin. 'Score one for the women.'