The waiting room of the small medical centre on the edge of Gilly Pass was filled with the Airwolf team as they awaited news of Sarah and Mike. Hawke and Caitlin took up one sofa; Chris was curled up asleep between them. Saint John and Jo had taken the other. The door opened and they all looked up expectantly.

Michael made an apologetic smile. 'Sorry. It's only me.' He kept his voice low, not wanting to disturb Chris.

Hawke waved him in and Michael took the only available seat; an uncomfortable plastic chair.

Michael watched as Caitlin gently stroked Chris's head and reached forward to touch her arm. 'I talked to Marella; she said to tell you Nicky's fine.'

She smiled gratefully at him. 'I think he's going to grow up to look just like this little man.'

'There's quite a resemblance.' Saint John noted his hazel eyes looking over at Hawke with rueful amusement.

Hawke shrugged. 'Maybe our other brother looks more like Dad.'

Saint John smiled hearing the unspoken reassurance; Hawke and Sarah might take after their mother but Saint John had taken after their father and so might their other sibling. 'We'll have to ask Sarah.'

'How is she?' Michael asked.

'Shook up mainly.' Caitlin said. 'The doctors just wanted to check her out.'

'She was very lucky.' Michael murmured, keeping an eye on Chris for any sign the boy was waking up. 'The FBI forensics team think they've uncovered a grave site behind the cabin. They think Watson's been abducting and murdering young women for a while.'

'Wouldn't someone have noticed?' Jo queried.

Caitlin shook her head. 'Not necessarily in a place like this. I remember a similar town on my patch back when I was a cop. It got a lot of drifters coming in and out. It was always difficult when someone went missing to determine if they'd gone missing or had just moved on.'

'She's right.' Michael said pushing his glasses up his nose. 'The agent in charge noted that these types of towns are great feeding zones for serial killers.'

'And Watson was in a perfect situation; most young women would have trusted a cop.' Caitlin added. She shivered and Hawke brushed his hand across her cheek gently.

'Well, he's out of business, thanks to you.' Hawke murmured.

'How did you work it out?' Jo asked curious.

'It was Sarah's car.' Caitlin said with a sigh. 'When I realised Sarah hadn't left the lights on herself, it just seemed to me that someone must have deliberately done it to drain her battery and I couldn't reconcile that with an unplanned attack from the Flybirds guys in retaliation for her seeing the shooting.'

'Well, thank God you did work it.' Saint John said. He'd been present when Caitlin had given her statement to the FBI agent. It sounded like it had been a close call.

'Sarah's very lucky Watson wanted her conscious.' Caitlin admitted. Her mind flashed back to her own near misses from rape and she shuddered again. Hawke's hand slid into hers and she squeezed his fingers gently in gratitude for the small comfort.

'All in all, it's not been a bad night's work.' Michael said stretching his legs out. 'The FBI will get the kudos of stopping a serial killer; the DEA gets a successful conclusion to their drug smuggling op despite the loss of Agent Willis and you guys have your sister.'

'And the Airwolf project gets none of the credit.' Jo remarked.

'Only in public.' Michael assured her, his good eye twinkling. 'We're getting the credit where it matters.'

'Bob's pleased, I take it.' Hawke commented wryly.

'Ecstatic.' Michael confirmed. 'He's said the President is happy we're proving our value so early.' He smiled. 'We should have our pick of missions.'

Michael had missed all the spy stuff, Hawke realised seeing his friend's evident satisfaction, the barely concealed pleasure at the political back and forth. He shook his head as the door opened again and Mike entered.

The young pilot glanced around the packed room and wondered where to sit.

Hawke guessed at his hesitation and gently picked up Chris. He shuffled along the sofa to sit closer to Caitlin settling the still sleeping boy he held in his arms. Mike smiled gratefully and eased gently into the space available.

'How's your arm?' Saint John asked.

'Sore.' Mike admitted. 'But they say I'm good to go.'

'Good,' Hawke said wryly, 'because you're going to have test out Airwolf's turbos while I take a couple of days.'

'The new ship?' Mike asked excitedly.

'The old ship.' Hawke corrected. 'The turbos need realigning again. You can feel the drag when they fire.'

'Right.' Mike sighed. He hadn't felt any drag. He guessed he still had a lot to learn. He met Hawke's eyes mischievously. 'You know, when I'm injured, it always helps me feel better if I can…'

'You're not eating candy in our cockpit.' Hawke said firmly. He ignored the knowing look Saint John shot him.

Mike's eyes widened at the pronoun Hawke had used and he rested against the cushions tired but happy. He might not be able to eat candy but he'd settle for the acceptance, he thought.

The door opened for a third time and they all got to their feet as Sarah entered. Hawke gently roused Chris. He looked at Hawke disorientated for a moment before Hawke pointed at the doorway. Chris shot across the room and into his mother's arms.

Sarah crouched down to hug him to her closely. 'I'm OK, sweetie.' She cupped his chin and held his eyes proudly. 'Caitlin says you helped to find me.'

Chris nodded.

'I'm so proud of you.' Sarah said hugging him again.

'I love you, Mom.'

'I love you too, sweetie.' She gave him another squeeze before her attention focused again on the waiting group. 'I don't know how to thank you guys.'

'You don't need to thank us,' Caitlin said, when the guys remained silent, 'you're family.'

The younger woman smiled a little nervously.

Hawke wrapped an arm around his wife and looked over at his sister. 'You ready to come home?'

Sarah considered the hope in Hawke's eyes that he couldn't quite hide; the same eyes that looked back at her each morning in the mirror; the same eyes as her son. There was no denying they were family. Her gaze drifted to Saint John and she felt her heart skip a beat; he looked so like their father.

A strange feeling stole over her. She felt safe, she realised, for the first time in years there was no itch nagging at her. She looked down at her son who looked up at her trustingly before she looked back at her brothers. 'Yeah,' she said softly, 'we're ready. Let's go home.'