Last time on Airwolf, after Caitlin died at the hands of John Bradford Horn, Hawke flew to Texas to speak to the O'Shaughnessy family.

Now, on to the next exciting story entitled Sleeping Beauties


Hawke reached a hand out and turned the channels on the Jeep radio. He couldn't stand listening to Dominc's version of Oldie Goldie's. To him, they were just Oldies.

Neither one had spoken since Dominic picked Hawke up at the police station. At least, Hawke, thought , Dominic didn't have to bail him out of jail. Thank God for that.

The music Hawke found was classical and he left it on that station and leaned his head back against the headrest. He was tired, physically and mentally.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Dominic asked, keeping his eyes on the car ahead of them.

Hawke groaned his answer to Dominic's question.

"So you're not going to say anything. You're not even going to tell me why I had to come down to the station for the third time in two weeks." He didn't give Hawke time to say anything. "Where did you see her this time?"

"Outside a clothing store." Hawke said with no inflection at all in his voice. "I swear, Dom, it was her. At least, it was until I turned her around. She accepted my apology, but her boyfriend didn't." Hawke touched his right eye which was still tender to the touch.

"A restaurant, the hangar, the airstrip, and now a clothing store. Hawke, you never saw Caitlin at any of these places. It was just your mind playing tricks on you."

Hawke straightened up in the seat. "I know, Dom!" He shouted, way above normal level and then he quieted. "I know. I just can't seem to stop seeing her." They continued driving through town and Hawke noticed they were nowhere near the hangar. "Where are we going, Dom?"

"Michael called right before you called me to pick you up. He wants to see us."

"What if we don't want to see him?" Hawke asked.

Dominic huffed and shook his head. "Ya know, Hawke, you can't blame Michael for calling off the search. He didn't do it; he just gave us the news. Besides, it's time we got the lady back in the air. Six weeks is too long for her to go without being outside."

Dominic switched the music back to his Oldie Goldie's and continued driving. Hawke slumped in the passenger seat and stared out the window. Caitlin had been dead for six weeks.