The water splashed over Nicky's head and he gave an immediate cry of disapproval. The priest smiled reassuringly at Hawke and Caitlin before he completed the ceremony and handed the baby back to his mother. The couple posed for a couple of photos in front of the lake where the christening had taken place, before they handed Nicky to Marella and gestured for Saint John to stand next to her for more.

'How about one with aunts and uncles?' Maggie O'Shaunessy avoided Caitlin's knowing look and motioned for the rest of her children to pose as Marella handed Nicky over to Saint John.

Erin patted her sister's arm sympathetically and went to stand next to Saint John.

Caitlin inwardly conceded it was a nice photo; Saint John was in the middle with Nicky, Erin on his left, Brian on his right; Callum stood next to Erin; Fiona next to Brian.

'Grandparents.' Saint John called after enduring the flashes for another few moments.

Maggie and Caitlin's father, Patrick, happily moved to take Nicky and pose proudly for their photo opportunity.

'How about the couple, the godmother and her family?' Erin suggested reaching forward to whip Nicky out of her mother's embrace and return him to Marella.

Caitlin and Hawke looked at each other amused and took their places with Marella, Michael and Michael's daughter, Angelina for another photo.

'How about everybody?' Mike called out gesturing for everyone to move into position. He set the timer on the camera and ran around to stand next to Jo on the outer edges of the photo.

'How about…?' Mike began again.

'Enough!' Caitlin said with a laugh. 'Let's eat.'

A couple of hours later, Caitlin looked around contentedly. She felt Hawke's arms slide around her waist and leaned back into him. She turned her head to kiss him briefly before they looked out from the porch at their gathered friends and family. They had both made a determined effort to move past their fight in the past few days. In some ways, Caitlin mused, it had been good for them. Hawke had got some perspective on his search for his family; it wouldn't turn into the obsession that his search for Saint John had ultimately become. She had also let go of some of her deeply held insecurity about whether Hawke really wanted to be with her or not. Although all things considered, she thought, she would have preferred for them not to have argued at all. Her eyes caught on the sight of her mother and Marella cooing over Nicky.

'Your mother's finally came round on the choice of godparents.' Hawke commented.

'No.' Caitlin contradicted him gently. 'She knows she's lost this one which just gives her more ammunition for the next one.'

'The next one, huh?' Hawke said, his hand gently brushing her flat stomach. They had agreed a couple of months back that they wanted another child but Caitlin had wanted to wait and recover from her first pregnancy before putting her body through a second baby. 'You have something to tell me.'

Caitlin smiled. 'No but I've been thinking…'

'Oh?'

She turned to meet his questioning gaze. 'Maybe we should start trying.'

'I like trying.' Hawke commented. He dipped his head and kissed her.

Across the clearing, Erin nudged Saint John. 'Looks like they're definitely back on track.'

Saint John took in his brother and sister-in-law smiling at each other happily as Caitlin rubbed away a lipstick mark. 'It looks like.' He agreed.

'So what about you?' Erin asked seeing his hazel eyes slide past Hawke and Caitlin towards Jo and Mike who were stood with Fiona and Callum.

'What about me?' Saint John asked trying to pretend ignorance.

'Have you talked with her yet?' Erin asked.

'No.' Saint John admitted defensively.

'Why not?' She asked exasperated.

'There hasn't been any time.' Saint John said.

'Really.' Erin's disbelief coated the word in sarcasm.

'OK, OK.' Saint John raised his glass at her. 'I promise to talk with her.' He sipped his beer. 'What about you? Are you going to be OK going back?'

Erin nodded. 'Brian and Callum are going with me to the house. I'm going to clean out my things, move home for a little while. Maybe it'll give me time to think about what I want to do with my life.' She smiled across the clearing at her daughter. 'I have to consider what's best for Sophie.'

'Well, if you need anything, just call me.' Saint John said. 'After all we're family.'

'That's sweet.' Erin said grinning. 'Thank you.' She pulled him into a friendly hug.

'Sweet.' Saint John winced as he hugged her back. 'Your brothers did tell you never to call a man sweet didn't they?'

Jo heard Erin's laugh from her position near to the porch steps. She glanced over and saw the other woman pulling out of Saint John's embrace. Jo made a hurried excuse, whirled around and headed indoors. She stood for a moment unsure what to do and decided on another piece of christening cake. She was cutting a large slice when Erin walked into the cabin.

'Oh great.' Erin exclaimed. 'Cake. Exactly what I'm after.'

'Here.' Jo handed her the slice she had just made and cut another for herself.

'This is good cake.' Erin said forking up another mouthful.

'Yeah.' Jo said. She focused on her own cake. 'You and Saint John seem to be getting along great.'

'Hmmm.' Erin's green eyes sharpened on the blonde pilot suddenly. 'He's a great guy.'

'Yes, he is.' Jo agreed. She forced herself to look at Erin fully. 'He's going through a lot right now and I guess you are too, so this might not be…'

'You like him.' Erin said delighted.

Jo blushed. 'No I don't.'

'Yes you do.' Erin shot back.

'That's just…it's just…'

'Oh honey.' Erin patted her shoulder. 'Haven't you worked it out? He likes you too.'

Jo froze. 'He what?'

'He. Likes. You.' Erin said clearly pointing her fork at Jo. 'But he thinks you're in love with Mike.'

'Why on Earth would he think that?' Jo asked astounded.

Erin raised one delicately arched eyebrow at her.

'He has to know the flirting doesn't mean anything.' Jo said defensively.

'You're telling the wrong person.' Erin said gently. Her eyes twinkled in sudden mischief. 'Or you could always show him.' There was an edge to the comment; a dare under the casually delivered words.

Jo straightened and put her plate on the table. 'You're right.' She swung around and headed out of the door.

Erin followed her hurriedly. She didn't want to miss the show.

Jo looked around briefly for Saint John and found him chatting to Brian on the edge of the deck. She marched up to Saint John and with a muttered 'excuse me' at Caitlin's brother grabbed the lapels on Saint John's jacket, went up on tip-toes and before she could change her mind, planted a kiss on his lips. There was a moment's surprised hesitation and Jo almost lost her courage, was about to step back and die of embarrassment when Saint John's arms were suddenly around her, supporting her and he was kissing her back.

The gathered guests watched with enjoyment. Caitlin looked over at her sister and Erin winked back at her.

Hawke watched the exchange between the sisters amused. 'She's an even bigger meddler than you.' He commented.

'She's older.' Caitlin said as though that was enough explanation. She raised her glass at Jo and Saint John who had yet to come up for air. 'At least one of them didn't have to get shot before they worked out how they felt about each other.'

Hawke and Michael both wore sheepish looks as Marella and Caitlin smiled at each other.

'Well, it's about time the two of them got together.' Mike said cheerfully. 'I guess I'm going to need to look for another apartment.'

Locke patted his shoulder comfortingly and they all cheered as the couple finally separated.

The air of joviality continued throughout the rest of the party and the inevitable clean-up. Caitlin's family including Erin disappeared to hotels near the airport while the Airwolf team stayed behind and helped clear up. They all had an ulterior motive; Locke and Michael had been called into a meeting to determine the fate of the Airwolf project that morning and the assembled group was keen to hear the outcome. When the cabin was finally back to rights, the team gathered around the fireplace.

Michael took his usual chair with Marella perched on the arm; their daughter Angelina was safely in bed in one of the guest bedrooms. Locke had taken the other easy chair while Saint John and Jo were sat on the sofa; his arm around her and their hands intertwined. Mike smiled at them from the other end. Hawke and Caitlin were both sat closely together on the hearthstone.

'So how long are you planning to keep us in suspense?' demanded Mike as soon as everyone was settled.

Michael and Locke exchanged a look and Michael gestured at Locke to take the lead.

Locke cleared his throat. 'The Company decided to cancel all Airwolf projects following the incident with Angelica Horn.'

Hawke's hand slid into Caitlin's as Mike and Saint John exchanged worried looks.

'However,' Locke continued, 'there was an unexpected development.' He indicated for Michael to pick up the thread.

'The President has stepped in.' Michael explained.

'The President?' Jo repeated incredulous. 'Of the United States?'

'Yes.' Michael stroked his moustache. 'He's been increasingly unhappy with the Company's handling of Airwolf. As of this morning, by Presidential order, the Company is required to handover everything regarding the Airwolf project both past and present to a newly created division which will report in ostensibly through the DoD.'

'It's being designated Area 53.' Locke noted.

'Area 53.' Saint John shook his head. 'So who's in charge?'

'Robert Delaney.' Michael said. 'Formally with the NSA. Bob has contacts in Washington and he'll be the head of the division.' He paused. 'I will be the deputy head and run the day to day operations from Red Star.'

Saint John looked over at Locke. 'What happens to us?'

'Our project is being rolled in with Michael's.' Locke admitted.

'Which means?' Saint John asked.

'The Lair will be dismantled. It's been compromised too many times in the last few months to remain a viable hiding place.' Michael said authoratively. 'All current Airwolf missions will be run from Red Star.'

'I'll be remaining with the Company.' Locke said quietly.

His team-mates all protested and he waved away their objections with one hand.

'I've been given a special mission from the President to weed out the corruption in the Company instigated by Sterling. You'll still see a lot of me.'

'And the rest of us?' Mike asked.

'Bob and I would be happy for you all to continue in your present roles.' Michael said.

'Suits me.' Mike said relieved. His face brightened. 'Does this mean I get to fly that new bird of yours too?'

Michael sighed. 'That's up to Hawke.'

Mike looked over at Hawke who rubbed his chin as though giving the matter serious thought.

'Hawke.' Caitlin slapped his arm lightly. 'Stop teasing him.' She looked over at Mike. 'Yes, you'll get to fly the new Airwolf.'

'Sounds good to me.' Mike said delighted.

'But not to me.' Saint John said bluntly grabbing everyone's attention. He shared a look with Jo before turning back to the group. 'Jo and I talked about this earlier and we made a decision that whatever happened we were going to stick to.'

'What decision?' Hawke asked.

'We're going to give up flying Airwolf.' Saint John said.

'We've loved it,' Jo added smiling at their shocked expressions, 'but we want out. Saint John's buying into Santini Air and we're going to run it as a business together.'

Hawke nodded slowly. 'Dom would have liked that.'

Michael glanced across the room where a ghostly figure that only he could see was stood beaming at the couple. 'I think he would have been thrilled.'

'That's what we think.' Saint John said as Jo squeezed his hand.

'So I guess you guys just get stuck with me.' Mike said breezily breaking the moment.

'Are you sure you can handle him?' Saint John asked his brother teasingly.

'Sure.' Hawke said. 'There's always the eject button.'

There was a few guffaws of laughter before Marella suggested a toast and Hawke went to retrieve a bottle of decent wine. A few minutes later, they were all stood with a glass in front of the fire.

'So what should we toast?' Jo asked content with Saint John's arm possessively around her waist.

Michael smiled at Marella. 'How about to Airwolf?'

Caitlin looked over at Jo and Saint John before her gaze settled on Hawke. 'How about to new beginnings?'

'I like that.' Mike said.

'Sounds good to me.' Locke added.

'Me too.' Saint John said hugging Jo closer.

Hawke raised his glass and slipped an arm around his wife. 'To new beginnings.'