Disclaimer: I do not own the titles of Hart to Hart or Charlie's Angels. I do not own any of the characters that were created by Spelling-Goldberg and were featured in either of those shows. I only own the new group of Angels, and others I have created who are essential to the plot. This is my first attempt at a crossover episode. I hope you enjoy it. And to Di, and Shelby who helped me write this and gave me ideas, thanks for the strolls down Memory Lane. ~~CKLH

Jonathan Hart sat at his kitchen table, still in his robe and pajamas, enjoying a cup of coffee and reading the morning paper. His breakfast plate sat on the table in front of him. His wife, Jennifer, was still asleep in their bedroom suite upstairs. Freeway, the dog, sat at Jonathan's feet, hoping for a taste of bacon. He was a gray and white long haired Lowchen, which is German for little lion. Freeway had gotten his name because the Harts had found him abandoned on a freeway and rescued him. Freeway barked, trying to get Jonathan's attention. Jonathan absent mindedly reached down and scratched Freeway's ears as he turned the page of his paper. Freeway sighed, and lay down next to his master. He knew sooner or later, Jennifer or Max, the Harts' butler, would give him some bacon. Freeway laid his head down on his paws and watched Jonathan.

Jonathan Hart was a self made millionaire. His company, Hart Industries, had interests in various businesses from fashion to cosmetics, to publishing, to Wall Street, to the defense industry, to toys, to shipping, to computer programming and research, to mining, to scientific experiments. It was a worldwide conglomerate. Jennifer was a free lance journalist who wrote about many subjects that interested her, and was paid handsomely for her work. Jonathan and Jennifer didn't let their wealth go to their heads, but they enjoyed the life style it permitted them to have. They lived in a beautiful ranch style house in Bel Aire. It was furnished with antiques. Reproductions of masterpiece paintings hung on the walls. Oriental rugs graced the floors. One had to pass through the electronic gate and identify themselves in order to be admitted onto the grounds. Jonathan and Jennifer liked to travel. One week they could be in Monte Carlo, the next, Paris. They could be in London or Luxembourg the week after that. They traveled wherever and whenever the urge struck them. The Harts had never had any children, and with Jonathan as the CEO of Hart Industries, they could come and go pretty much as they pleased.

Max came into the kitchen. He was somewhere in his fifties or sixties, and had rather long reddish/graying hair. A cigar usually was either in his mouth or in his hand. He was dressed in a business suit and his hair was neatly combed. "Good morning, Mr. H. Is Mrs. H still sleeping?" Max asked in his gravelly voice.

"Good morning, Max. You look especially nice this morning. Yes, Mrs. H is still sleeping. We stayed later than we planned at the fudraiser dinner last night, and didn't get home until about 1:30 this morning. I decided to let Mrs. H sleep in. She had worked really hard on planning the fundraiser, and she deserves it."

"Those kids in Africa will really benefit from the orphanage that money is going to help build."

"Yes they will. Are you all ready for your trip?"

"I am, Mr. H. I'm looking forward to hitting the black jack tables in Vegas."

"Just don't gamble away your life savings, Max."

"I won't, Mr. H." Max bent down and scratched Freeway's ears. Freeway, glad for the attention, perked his ears up. He saw Max heading for the stove where there was still some bacon. Max broke off a small piece and gave it to the dog. Freeway licked Max's hand in appreciation, then sat down to enjoy his treat.

Jennifer came into the room just then, tying the sash of her robe. Her red hair was perfectly styled, and her makeup was done. She was slim, in her late thirties. She poured herself a cup of coffee from the coffee maker on the counter and walked over to the table where Jonathan sat. She bent down to kiss him. "Good morning, Darling." She gave him a kiss. "Good morning, Max."

"Good morning, Mrs. H."

"Good morning, Freeway." Jennifer scratched the dog behind the ears and gave him a piece of bacon. Freeway was delighted to score two pieces in such a short time. He sat down next to Jennifer's feet as she sat down at the table. Max brought her a plate of eggs and bacon. "Thank you, Max."

"You're welcome, Mrs. H." Max fixed himself a plate, along with a Bloody Mary. He sat down with the Harts and ate his breakfast.

"Max, as soon as we finish eating and are dressed, we will drive you to the airport." Jonathan told him.

"No need, Mr. H. I can call a cab."

"But we want to, Max," Jennifer said. "We insist."

"Alright, then."

The Harts and Max finished their breakfasts. Jonathan and Jennifer went upstairs to dress, while Max cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. He went into his bedroom and made sure he had everything he wanted to take with him. Jonathan and Jennifer came downstairs. Jennifer picked up her purse from the entryway table. "Ready, Max?"

"I am." Max picked up opened the door for the Harts and Freeway, and then picked up his suitcase and followed them. Jonathan set the alarm, and closed and locked the door behind him. The Harts and Max got into the Bentley convertible. Max got into the driver's seat. Freeway hopped in as well, and tried to climb into Max's lap. Jennifer picked him up and held him on her lap. Jonathan climbed into the back. Max started the car, and they were on their way.

Max pulled up in front of the terminal and stopped the car. He got out, and opened the door for Jennifer, and then pulled the seat up for Jonathan. "Thank you, Max," they both said.

"Behave yourself in Vegas, Max," Jonathan told him.

"Of course I will, Mr. H."

Jennifer gave Max a hug and kiss on the cheek. "See you in a week, Max. "

"Bye, Mr. and Mrs. H." Max petted Freeway, took his bag out of the trunk and went inside the terminal. Jonathan opened the car door for Jennifer.

"Well, Darling, we have the house to ourselves for a whole week. What will we do with ourselves?"

Jennifer gave Jonathan a kiss. "I'm sure we will think of something."

Jonathan got into the driver's seat. "In the meantime, I have a meeting at the office. I need to pick up some papers at the house and then go in."

"While you're gone, I will work on my magazine article. I'll take advantage of the quiet."

"After my meeting, I'll come get you, and we will go out to lunch and spend some time together."

"I'd like that."

Jonathan stopped the car in front of the electronic gates. He put his card in the electronic gate keeper and the gates opened. Jonathan drove through the gates and to the front of the house, where he stopped the car. He got out and opened the door for Jennifer. She got out of the car, and Freeway hopped out. Jonathan opened the front door and they went inside.

"I'll just be a minute, Darling," he said as he went into his home office for his papers and briefcase. Jennifer put her purse down on the entryway table, and walked over to the bar, Freeway at her heels. She poured herself some juice from the bar, and then went into the kitchen. Freeway was still right behind her. Jennifer checked his food and water dishes, and noticed he was a little low on both. She refilled them, and patted Freeway on his head.

"There you go. Enjoy your lunch." Freeway began to eat as Jennifer left the kitchen. She heard Jonathan calling her.


"Right here, darling!"

Jonathan came down the stairs, and Jennifer met him. "I really wish I didn't have to go to this meeting."

"I know, darling, but you are the boss, and they need you. I will see you in a couple of hours." Jonathan kissed Jennifer, and left with a wink. Jennifer watched him go, and then went into her office. She sat down at her desk and put some paper in her typewriter. She stared at the blank page. It seemed to be mocking her, daring her to put some words on it. Jennifer hated it when she got writer's block. It made it hard to meet the deadlines she was issued by newspapers and magazines. She glared back at the blank page in the typewriter, and then went out to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

Freeway had finished his lunch, and was trying to take a nap on the couch. He saw Jennifer come out of her office, and watched her head for the kitchen. He followed. Sometimes trips to the kitchen involved a treat, and Freeway was not going to miss the opportunity to get one.

"What should I write about, Freeway?"

Freeway stared at Jennifer. She sighed and poured a cup of coffee, added cream and sugar, and then went back to her office, Freeway once again at her heels. Jennifer opened the door of the office. Freeway paused in the doorway, and gave a low growl.

"What is it, Freeway?"

Freeway barked. Jennifer looked around the office, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Freeway sniffed around the office. He barked again.

"Hush, Freeway!" Jennifer looked around the room again. She still didn't see anything unusual. With a shrug, she sat down at her desk. She once again stared at the blank paper, which continued to stare back. Jennifer leaned her head on her hand as she tried to concentrate.

Freeway started to bark again, louder this time. Jennifer was about to put him out of the room, when she felt a gun next to her head.

"Sit still, pretty lady, and you won't get hurt," said a low voice. "Don't turn around."

"What do you want?" Jennifer asked.

"First off, shut that damn dog up, or he is going to get it."

Jennifer reached down and picked up Freeway. She put him in her lap and began to stroke him. "Shhhhh, Freeway. It will be alright." Freeway quieted under Jennifer's hand. He still didn't trust the intruder, and wanted a chance to bite him or her in the leg. He growled low in his throat.

"Put the dog on the couch," the voice ordered. Jennifer obeyed. As soon as Freeway was down, Jennifer tried to run out of the room. The attacker blocked her way. Jennifer picked up a vase and threw it in the person's direction. Her attacker dodged, and came after Jennifer as the vase smashed against the wall. Freeway barked. He kept barking. Freeway managed to get his teeth in the intruder's leg. The intruder let out a howl of pain, and kicked Freeway out of the way. Freeway yelped. Jennifer picked up her coffee cup, and threw it. It splatted against the wall and left a stain as the remains of the cup and liquid ran down the wall. Jennifer looked around for something else to use as a weapon. She didn't use a gun very often, and didn't have one in this room. She made a mental note to remedy that situation. She threw some furniture in between her and her attacker, then Jennifer reached for a lamp. Her assailant caught her just as Jennifer was about to hit him or her over the head with it. Jennifer's assailant was much stronger than she, and soon Jennifer's arm was twisted up her back. Jennifer winced in pain. The assailant pulled a chloroform scented cloth out of his or her pocket, and held it over Jennifer's mouth and nose. Jennifer passed out. Freeway continued to bark and growl. The intruder held the cloth over his nose, and soon he too was out. Freeway was bound and gagged, and put into the closet. Jennifer was also tied up, gagged, and blindfolded. Her attacker slung Jennifer over his or her shoulder, and carried her outside to a waiting van. Jennifer was tossed inside, next to the body of the groundskeeper. The groundskeeper was tossed outside the van and onto the lawn. The attacker slammed the van doors shut, and drove down the driveway. Using the groundskeeper's card, the gate was opened. The van drove away, with Jennifer captive and inside.

Jonathan sat in his meeting at Hart Industries. He listened as figures were gone over, and suggestions for buying out struggling businesses were made. He really didn't want to be here. But, as CEO of Hart Industries, he had to. He took another sip of coffee, while wishing for something stronger, and tried to stay awake and look interested. Deanne, his secretary, came into the room.

"Pardon the interruption, Mr. Hart. I have an urgent message." She handed him a note. Jonathan read it and stood up.

"Excuse me, but I have to leave. There is a family matter I must attend to." Jonathan left the room with a quick, dignified stride, as his colleagues murmured amongst themselves, wondering what was going on. They knew that Jennifer and Max were the only family Jonathan had, and hoped nothing had happened to either of them. He went to Deanne's desk. "Who sent this?"

"I don't know, Mr. Hart. It was called in by a woman."

Jonathan got into the elevator and read the note again.

"Your wife has met with a serious accident. Come home at once." It was unsigned. The elevator reached the parking garage, and opened in front of Jonathan's car. He ran to the car, jumped in, and drove quickly home. He drove up the canyon roads with little regard for the speed limit. Soon, he was at the front gates of his property. He slammed his card into the electronic gate keeper, and impatiently waited for the gates to open. As soon as they did, he floored the gas and drove up to the front door. Jonathan slammed on the brakes, nearly giving himself whiplash, and stopped the car. He jumped out of it, and ran to the door.

Unlocking it, he ran inside. "Jennifer! JENNIFER!" Jonathan ran through the main floor of the house. He spied the open door of Jennifer's office. Looking inside, he saw signs of a struggle. Jonathan saw Jennifer's typewriter with the blank paper in it. He saw the remains of the coffee cup and the vase on the wall and the floor. He saw overturned furniture. "Jennifer! Where are you?" He heard faint whimpering from the closet. Opening the door, Jonathan saw Freeway, bound and gagged, and struggling to get free. He picked him up and sat down with him on the couch. "Who did this to you, boy?" Jonathan asked as he untied the dog. "What happened?" Freeway whimpered as Jonathan petted him. Jonathan went to the phone with the dog under his arm, and then decided to use the one in the living room instead. He picked up the phone and dialed.

"This is Jonathan Hart. Get me the police right away."


"This is Jonathan Hart. Put me through to Lieutenant Harry Moss right away! It's an emergency."

Jonathan waited impatiently for his call to go through. The Lieutenant came on the line.

"Jonathan, what's wrong?"

"I just came home and found signs of a struggle. Jennifer is gone. I think she's been kidnapped."

"We will be right there."

Jonathan made one more call. This time to his friend, Charlie Townsend.


"Charlie, it's Jonathan."

"Jonathan, how are you?"

"Terrible. Jennifer's been kidnapped. I need help finding her."

"I've got some new Angels ready for action. I'll get them right on it. In the meantime, get over to my agency. I'll call the Angels."

"Thanks, Charlie."

Jonathan put down the phone and ran out the door.