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Prologue

Numb.

She should be feeling something at this stage, right?

Post-break up; a time when people drown themselves in copious amounts of ice-cream and alcohol to wipe their memory clean of any resemblance of the traumatic event.

Maybe it hadn't registered with her yet.

The blaring music traveling from her earphones created a protective bubble from the outside world as Riley moved through the corridors of Phoenix. Trapping her hands within the oversized pocket of her hoodie, she scrunched the wire of headphones between her fingers trying to ease the growing anxiety within her stomach. Her confused feelings were squeezed in a knot and buried beneath layers of insecurities that she wasn't ready to deal with yet.

So, her brain settled on 'numb'.

I guess this is how I deal with being broken up with.

The realization that Billy was her first serious relationship struck her with such finality, her boots stuttered slightly along the pristine floors.

Riley's had boyfriends in the past, but nothing serious.

In first grade, Michael Rogers slyly unwrapped his cheese sandwich and left half on her desk.

That was her first indication that he would make a wonderful boyfriend. That relationship came to an abrupt halt when she discovered he called Lucy Harris a 'fat pig', so she took the rest of his lunch and shared with Lucy.

In middle school, Aaron Lewis started writing her 'love notes' in class. She waited for him after basketball practice every Monday and Thursday, and after a week; he was her first kiss. It was sweet, until he laughed in her face about the thought of her liking computers. She broke up with him and laughed when he asked for help with math.

In high school, Mark Jameson caught her fancy by his rebel attitude and aloof demeanor. He didn't want to label them as a couple because he didn't believe in giving into the 'social norms set up by a biased society'. Riley would've stuck with him longer but her home life fell to shambles and he turned out to be a shitty friend, let alone boyfriend. She needed to feel in control, so she isolated herself for a while until she felt as if she achieved that goal.

Allowing herself to slip into a bubble was habit that Riley didn't feel like breaking today, planning on spending the bones of daylight hours cooped up in Phoenix's server rooms with her laptop. Falling into realms of code; she tried to find a way to upgrade the PC's without leaving a gap in security where potential hackers could slip though.

With her mind completely absorbed, she barely noticed she had acquired a second shadow.

One that had now fallen into step beside her.

Pushing her headphones back from her ears, they plonked gently to rest snugly around her neck, and the silence of Phoenix's weekend corridors washed over her once again.

Riley didn't have to look to her left to know who was sauntered along next to her.

"How long have you been following me?" she asked MacGyver as she pushed the door to the server room open, dropping her back pack against the wall and flipping on the switch in one fluid motion.

"Long enough to know you might need re-training on observation in the field," Mac replied, his mouth ticking up at the edge with its usual smirk. The glint in his blue eyes told her he was joking, but it didn't stop her from rolling her own. His blonde hair was tousled from running his hands through it, and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows, which led Riley to believe he'd been here all morning.

"So, what made you come in here on a Saturday?" she asked while pulling a lengthy cord and her laptop out of her never-ending rucksack.

"There is a lot more paperwork revolving around blowing up things than there used to be."

"You're starting to sound like Jack."

"Now that's just rude," he replied while feigning hurt, resulting in a small smirk from his sarcastic friend. He began strolling around the room, eyes glazing over all the machines as their light twinkled while they worked. A broken CPU sat in the corner of the room; the front taken off leaving all the wires exposed, catching his attention. This wasn't unusual for MacGyver, he would often find random broken machines and make it his mission to put them back together again. In that moment, she was surprised to find she liked the company, in contrast to past moments when she preferred to work alone.

Riley began working away, enjoying the lone sound of the machine's humming in unison. Except for Mac's phone which seemed to bing softly, alerting him of a new text message.

Loosing track off time when a giant yawn escaped her, causing her to stretch and drag herself away from her laptop. Mac sat cross-legged in the middle of a mess of computer pieces and had somehow managed to acquire a screw driver. Broad shoulders were hunched slightly forward and the wrinkle between his eyebrows from concentration, now seemed to be a permanent fixture. Riley wondering how many hundred things flowed through that big brain of his, or was he thinking at all as his hands and physical motions taking over.

"You better be cleaning that up," Riley declared, dragging him from whatever world he had just created in his mind.

He let out a quick bark of laughter, the smile he wore glowing up his entire face, "well I'm definitely not asking you," his retort came in a lighthearted tone causing Riley's mouth to turn upwards.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, and why do I feel so offended?" Laughter lacing its way through her tone.

"Should I remind you of that time you offered to clean up after Jack cooked us all dinner. Remember? It was after the Moscow trip. Or how about that time after the Denmark job? Riles you dropped a combined 7 plates and somehow managed to break a metal spoon," he said while placing the screwdriver on the floor and giving her his full attention.

"Okay need I remind you, we were all extremely jetlagged after both of those trips so my clumsiness was totally accounted for," she justified, her hand exaggerating the gesture, only humoring MacGyver more.

"A tired Riley is a clumsy Riley; noted," his grin widening when he saw her try to hide her matching smile. A couple of beats of silence glided by before MacGyver spoke again.

"I never asked, but why did you feel the need to dive into your cave of computers today?" he said while motioning all around him with the screw driver.

"The cave of computers? Someone's getting adventurous with their expressions," she responded, darting her eyes back towards her computer screen attempting to detach herself from the situation. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mac's head tilt to the side, the cogs in his mind beginning to turn as he assessed her behavior. She didn't want to talk about it, she wasn't ready to talk about it.

Yet at the same time; she felt as if she was about to explode

"Just felt like getting out of the apartment today," she added, trying to pass off as casual but her words were strained as they squeezed from her tight throat.

MacGyver hummed, as if in agreement but she could tell he wasn't convinced. Never one to press her for information, he looked down at the machine around him and began tinkering away again.

Riley desperately wanted to launch herself back into her work, but her shaking fingers and unfocused eyes stopped her. The knot in her stomach began to press painfully, growing until it felt like it was rubbing against her beating heart. Words had tumbled from her mouth until she realized they had fallen.

"Billy and me… we broke up," she blurted, and much to her horror; her computer screen became blurry with tears. Picking at the small scab next to her thumb, she couldn't bear to glance over to see pity in her friend's eyes. "Something about miscommunication. Or not telling him my feelings… or how I actually feel or some shit… I don't really know. I don't think he even knew. But do you want to know the worst part about this? I don't know if I'll really miss him." She stopped suddenly with realization, her eyes meeting MacGyvers' unintentionally.

"Which is… I mean that just makes me a horrible person, right? I thought I was nearly in lo-," she halted her words once more, exhaling loudly while scraping her fingers through her hair, "I'm just really confused I guess."

She had never told Billy she loved him.

But she was close. And now… it was suddenly over.

Mac's phone binged once more as a tear slid down her cheek, both feeling like the loudest noise and the sharpest of touches. Hastily, she pushed the wetness from her skin, the need to flee springing to the forefront of her motions and without much thought she began to pack her things back into her bag. Riley's skin was on fire with embarrassment, having had no intention of spilling her feelings to anyone today. Mumbling an apology to Mac, and rushed out the door without a second glance.

She was halfway through the corridors before she heard the quick pound of boots against the tile floors. Mac had to call her three times before she turned to face him.

He didn't wear pity in his eyes, but the grim expression that pulled his mouth in a thin line told her he was worried.

"You're not a horrible person," he blurted out, "the opposite in fact, and if Billy doesn't see that then… he's a moron, okay? And, I know I'm not great at giving advice or insight into breakups, let's face it; my track record hasn't been fantastic," he quirked, and accomplished a small huff of agreement from Riley, "but I do know what helps." Approaching her slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, hoping to show her some support.

She still had her own arms encasing her laptop, so she couldn't return the favor. Somehow the awkwardness and uncharacteristic behavior of the hug gave it more charm, and lightened her spirits slightly.

"I'm not sure being really corny helps me in this situation," she retorted, having to lay her head to the side, otherwise; he wouldn't hear her mumbling through his t-shirt. The vibration of laughter moved along her cheek before the chuckle reached her ears.

"I'm doing the best I can, I know Jack is probably better at the whole advising thing. Have you told him actually?"

"And what? Let him lecture me about all the different ways he's going to inflict pain onto Billy? Not really what I felt like today," she responded quietly, her body slowly succumbing to exhaustion. The sound of Mac's heart under her ear lulling her, her breathing pattern returning to a less painful rate.

"Do you feel like a few beers later with myself, Bozer and Jack? I won't tell them anything unless you want me to," he asked, losing the grip he had on his friend, he pulled back and hoped he had helped.

Still slightly shaken from seeing her so upset, all he wanted to do was wipe away her pain and he had never felt so useless in that moment. Usually he's the guy that can fix things, solve problems, to help; yet when Riley's watery gaze met his, his stomach dropped and he had no idea how to help. He froze for a moment when she had fled the room, but a small voice in his head that sounded an awful lot like Jack's, told him to follow her.

A hug and some alcohol seemed like the next logical step.

Riley finally smiled up at MacGyver and responded, "that sounds pretty great actually." And in that moment, she was really thankful for her friends.

Arriving early at Mac's house probably wasn't her best idea. Riley needed to drop some of Billy's things to his place after realizing how much crap he had at hers, and she had the intention of going home after, but things didn't go exactly as planned. Handing the bag containing one of his jumpers, a toothbrush and a murder mystery novel, to Billy, wasn't the main event of course. He sent her sad eyes, the cliché, I wish things could've been different, which she had expected.

What she hadn't seen coming was his mother waiting outside her car.

"You broke my boy's heart you know," Mama Colton evenly said, removing herself from the leaning position against Riley's mud ridden car. She eyed Riley from head to toe, as if searching for what Billy had once seen in her.

"Don't know if you got the memo, but Billy is the one that called it off," she coldly responded. Clicking her car to unlock, she griped onto the handle preparing to jump into her vehicle and escape from this dreaded scene. A perfectly manicured hand pushed against the driver's door, halting her movements.

Riley didn't say anything.

Perhaps it was the tiredness in her bones from confrontation, or maybe it was slight curiosity of what the woman had to say.

"You broke his heart, because you wouldn't let him get at yours. If I hadn't have stepped in, who knows how long you would've been stringing him along."

Stuck in that position, Riley was left standing outside her car, griping onto the door handle. Not realizing what moment Mama Colton walked away, but Riley had felt as if someone had kicked her off the edge of the cliff and she was left falling for eternity.

Anger, humiliation; all slammed into her at once. Whipping open the door, she threw herself into the sear and started the engine. She was promising alcohol.

She was going to need a lot of it.

Therefore, she arrived at the house a couple of hours early. Day drinking was acceptable in these situations, right?

"Riley? I thought you were coming over at 8?" Bozer asked her, his eyes squinting slightly with confusion. A red, slimy sauce covered the top of the wooden spoon he held in his left hand. Riley watched a dollop of sauce smack against the wooden floor before she replied.

"Felt like coming sooner. Are the guys here?" Riley brushed passed him, heading straight for the kitchen. Shrugging off her leather jacket, and throwing it in the usual bar stool. She always felt at home at MacGyver's house.

Jack would regularly stroll in, his voice in a low drawl as he confidently explained how he caught the latest crook, in one swift move or even on special occasions, with one deadly stare. She never missed the pride in his voice when he added in the pieces about Mac created an explosive out of scrap, or a gun out of shoe laces. He would always try and explain what Riley did on the laptop to track the villain in his story, sure; he got most of the details wrong, but it was always more enjoyable hearing it from him. Even as a child, she would stare up at him in awe as he threw away her fairytales and made up stories about Riley taking over the world, with a computer under one arm and a shield in the other. The 'Riley' in Jack's stories always took the highest precaution for her safety.

Riley could really do with a Jack Dalton story right now.

"Are you alright?" Bozer asked, as he watched her pop the cap of the beer against the countertop.

Lifting the bottle to meet her lips, she took one fell swoop before answering, "peachy."

"The guys got called on a quick mission. An agent stuck in a building that's supposed to come down. Emergency services have it handled, but I think they just needed some out of the box thinking, which our boy's territory lays in," Bozer explained, returning to the oversized pot on the stove. Sticking the spoon in and swirling it around, he continued to glance at Riley from the corner of his eye, "you want to tell me what's really going on?"

"Billy and I are over. Now be my friend and grab a beer. I don't want to talk about it." Taking another long gulp from her beer. Bozer didn't tear his eyes away from her, switching from one leg to the other as he made his decision. Throwing the spoon into the sink, sending a small spray off red sauce that hit the belly of the metallic tap.

"Ever heard of the drinking game for friends?" referring to the television show as he sank down on the couch next to her. Riley smiled gratefully and grabbed the remote.

Bubbling laughter swirled around in Riley's stomach before erupting at the stupid face Bozer pulled. Her face was flush from too much alcohol, and the grim expression had been long wiped from her features after a couple of beers, a bottle of wine and Bozer's stories of himself and Mac as teenagers.

"So, we both go up to Ellie Kepner, I approach her from behind, a bouquet of roses behind my back. Mac goes in from the side, with some weird smokey stuff in a bottle," Bozer's eyes were wide as he goes through the story, adding in unnecessary details and memories of what he was thinking, "and she's talking to her friend… Lucy? No, Lily… jeez what was that girl's name?" Looking towards the ceiling as if God would shout down the answer.

Riley's impatience kicked in quickly as she practically shouted, "does it matter? Get on with the story!"

"Sorry, sorry okay where was I again?" Bozer asked her, his words tripping over themselves as they left his mouth. For a moment Riley forgot, her mind completely blank as she gripped the neck of the wine bottle. A drop of condensation had run down the length of the bottle and slipped onto her hand, and for the single second it was all she could feel. And then it hit her.

"Ellie Keppy!" she yelled, her voice ringing even in her own ears. She looked up from the bottle, only to find Bozer was already staring at her.

"Oh, yeah that, she already had a date to prom. But then closer to the time, her date bailed. Me and Mac were back in the game," he voice was faraway, as if wasn't really connected to his voice, his mind in a completely different place. Riley probably should've realized this, but all she could feel was the fuzziness on her teeth and the thought that the word 'Keppy' was quite hilarious.

"So Mac told me to go for it. Said he didn't want to fight over a girl. We promised, no 'exes'. It's a good rule" Bozer looked at Riley, the intensity never leaving his eyes.

"Do you think I should change my name to Keppy?" Riley asked him while laughing, forgetting what they were talking about. She really need water, the logically part of her mind told her. But the kitchen was so far away.

"Do you think I should break up with Leanna?" Bozer blurted out, his eyes glassy from the wine.

"I like Leanna. Do you… not like her anymore?" Riley asked him, trying and slightly failing at offering some insight. Her mind trying to concentrate but it was moving too slowly for the words falling from her mouth, "do you want to date the other girl?"

"What other girl?" Bozer asked her quickly, his eyes scanning her face.

"The girl you and Mac liked? From the story," she stated like it was obvious.

"No that's not the girl," Bozer said, letting the words hang in the air. The laughter from the TV startling Riley's thoughts into action. It was like an electric current shocking her system alive, the words sinking into the different parts of her brain.

The logically part told her they were both drunk, very drunk and they should not be discussing feelings. She knew Bozer had liked her at some stage, but she was happy friends. She needed her friend.

Both the other part of her brain needed comfort, from anyone offering. Maybe they could, just once…

Was he… leaning in for a kiss?

Oh no.

Riley felt as if she was being pulled from her body, and plonked back into the reality of the situation. Her legs were moving before her brain caught onto what was happening.

"Where are you going?" Bozer called after her. Riley didn't look back as she moved quickly away from the couch. Away from the situation.

"I'm going… going to vomit in the toilet. Don't follow," she practically yelled back. It wasn't her smoothest lie, but before she knew it, her back was against the back of the closed bedroom door. Burying her head in her hands with unwanted tears leaking through her fingers.

She sighed heavily before looking around the room. Dull moonlight flooded the room with a soft glow, shining toward a comfortable looking chair. Pulling herself up from the ground while willing the room to stop spinning, she curled herself onto the chair, and waited for the nauseous feeling to dissipate and her somewhat logical sense to return.

Riley's eyes slipped shut and her finally thought wafted through her mind, she really needed that glass of water.

Bone dry. That's the sensation her mouth felt, as if someone had stuck a heater in her mouth and evaporated all the moisture left.

She hated wine.

She hated beer.

She hated hangovers.

"How about you try the asprin next to you," a soft voice told her. One that sounded similar to a scientist she knew. Scraping her eyes open, her blurry eyes clear to produce a very humored MacGyver. "Heard you grumbling about alcohol and hangovers, thought you might need this," gesturing towards her with a drink of water and pills.

She felt she couldn't even think or her head would protest louder.

"But… what are you doing here?" she timidly asked him, the pain of her head looming over her. She felt confused.

And nauseous. Very, very nauseous.

"In my bedroom? I usually sleep here. But last night after a very long, strenuous couple of hours saving a life," he told her sarcastically, earning a small roll of her eyes which made his grin wider, "I was surprised to find a 'passed out Bozer' on my couch," he continued, watched her face contort into a grimace as last night began rushing back, "and you; unconscious on my chair. You were like a cat, all curled up like that. I moved you here because I thought it might hurt your back. Why didn't you sleep on the bed?" He asked her, slightly laughing at the memory.

"Too far away. Where did you sleep?" she shamefully said, as Mac gestured to the chair she had dragged herself onto last night. Realizing how drunk she was, overwhelmed her for a moment before noticed Mac still holding the water for her. Pulling herself up into a seating position, she tried to ignore her pounding headache and sensitive stomach and gratefully took the Asprin from him.

"What was that face for," MacGyver asked her, she raised one of her eyebrows in slight confusion, still drinking from her water, "when I mentioned Bozer. You pulled this weird expression." He tried to recreate the look but it only appeared as if he was smelling something slightly askew, which resulted in her slightly choking on the water with a surprised laugh.

It took her a moment to catch her breath, and collect her thoughts. She stared at Mac's door, the one she had sat against crying just a few short hours ago. Then she thought of how she broke down in the Phoenix yesterday, and she didn't feel like hashing it out again.

She really didn't want to feel weak today.

Needing to grasp control over the situation, Riley wanted to see if she could solve the issue before it became anything problematic. Clearly Bozer still had feelings for her. Which weren't reciprocated, she loved him as a friend.

She was happy they were only friends and would only ever be friends. Yet last night, she almost ruined that. By almost taking advantage of his feelings for her to gain comfort when she was at her lowest. Riley wasn't ready to admit that to anyone yet, she could hardly get her own head around it.

"We just got drunk. Too drunk. Do you think you could give me a lift home? I definitely still have alcohol in my system," she asked him, hoping he would drop the situation. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he waited for a moment as if he was considering his options.

"Sure. You want a fresh sweater?" He replied, letting the conversation slide into something more casual, which she was intensely grateful for.

Raising her eyebrow once again and sending him her best death stare, "are you saying I stink Mac?"

His eyes widen for a spit second before he realized her game, throwing the item of clothing at her head he chuckled, but Riley caught the slight redness that tinged his cheeks, "I'll find your keys."

Her 'thanks' was muffled by pushing her head through the neck of the oversized sweater. Gathering her thoughts, she stayed in the position of cross legged on his bed, planning out her next actions. Ensure that Bozer knows they're just friends, without hurting him in the process.

She was going to fix this.

The noise of the front door closing caused Jack to pull his head out of Mac's fridge. Already half way through making a sandwich and didn't feel like making another one for someone, he checked to see if Bozer had got up from his slumber on the couch.

Dead to the world, he thought happily as he took a sizeable chunk out of his meal as Bozer continued to snort in his sleep. Flicking his eyes towards the window, he watched as MacGyver unlocked… Riley's car?

Mac had mentioned everyone coming over for drinks yesterday, but because of work and the late finish time; he assumed it was cancelled. Drawing the conclusion that Riley and Bozer drank themselves under the table, and she must've sleep in Bozer's bed if he was on the couch.

Content again that everything made sense, Jack brought the meat filled sub close to his lips once more before a noise to the right alerted him. The sight and the link Jack's brain made caused his hands to freeze.

Riley wearing Mac's college hoodie.

Riley leaving Mac's bedroom.

Bozer; on the couch which means… only one place for Mac to sleep.

His sandwich slipped from his mustard stained fingers as he stared at an oblivious Riley leaving the house, bounding down the path towards Mac. She held her hand over her eyes as if to block out the sun, and her movements were a little more cautious. A huge smile crossed his face and his lips moved to tell her something, which caused Riley head to throw back in laughter.

Mac and Riley?

And no one told him?

Picking up the sandwich from the floor with a sense of determination flowing through him, he took another bite as Bozer gave an impressive snore from the couch.

Someone better tell him what the hell is going on.

The knot in Riley's stomach lay pressed against her ribcage, with each beat of her heart; it pounded along with it. Her mind in circles, she tried different options on how to let Bozer down gently.

Could she pretend nothing happened?

Or would that be stringing him along?

Which would mean every word she said to him, she had to double check. The fear of insinuations and miscommunications always on her brain. Does she be blunt? Tell him they're just friends, and lay all her cards on the table while hoping he doesn't get hurt.

Riley maneuvered one of the wires behind the screen in the war room. For some reason the screen kept turning black during meetings and it was driving Maddy insane. Riley wasn't an electrician but she told her boss she'd give it her best shot. Balancing on a chair, with her laptop resting on one arm and the other hand pulling out wires and plugging them back in again.

The door of the war room was creaked open so the soft sound of the buzzing hallway wafted into the room like a gentle breeze. One particular, conversation caught her interest.

Riley had the clear glass of the meeting room clouded over, not wanting nosy people staring in at her therefore she couldn't see who was speaking. However, within the next few words spoken; she had it figured it out.

"Seriously Leanne, I know there's something up?"

"Can you please keep your voice down?" Leanne whispered to the other person, who sounded like another agent. Riley couldn't figure out if it was the one with untamed red hair or the 7-foot woman who seriously intimidated her.

"Come on, you've been walking around all morning looking like you're about to cry. Spill."

"Bozer and I… he ended things. This morning before work," Leeanne whispered, her voice wavering over the words. Riley couldn't hear much else, a slurry of people filling the hallways at once, nattering away and masking Leanne's voice.

Oh god… did Bozer break up with Leanne… for her?

Riley's heart began to wildly thump in her chest, nausea filled her body, swirling around and causing her to feel dizzy.

What was she going to do?

Riley was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't see Jack enter the room.

"When my family start dating, I expect to know about it!" Jack's red face scrunched up along his forehead, as if he was holding himself back from exploding into a fit of rage. Riley's mind was tripping over itself, and it took her a minute to organize the words. Then quickly realizing… she had no idea what the hell Jack was talking about.

"Wait are… your relations… doing it?" she asked cautiously, slightly wobbly on top of the chair that she was still standing on.

"What? No, not my blood relatives. I'm talking about you guys, I didn't even know you and Billy ended things," Jack exclaimed, throwing his hands out towards her as if to emphasis his point.

Did Bozer say something?

Riley's legs slowly began to crumple beneath her, her head feeling as if it was floating and her whole body felt ten times it weight. Jack caught on quickly, a dramatic 'woah' escaping his lips as he caught her before she could've fallen. Lifting her from her standing position on the chair, he sat her down on it instead. Catching her face between his hands, he looked her over, "tell me what's wrong, what hurts."

Gently her eyes closed for a second, only allowing herself to concentrate on her breathing. She was overwhelmed.

Very overwhelmed.

"Are you dizzy? Do you want me to go get Mac?" Jack asked her, she could hear the worry underneath his voice. Slightly confused as to why Jack would think she needed Mac to see her having a minor panic attack.

Unless...

Opening her eyes, she stared at Jack, her head stopped swirling as she tried to concentrate on what Jack was thinking.

"I'm sure he'd want to know, it might help? But I won't tell him if you don't want me too. You can tell me anything- you know that Riles don't you?" .

"Jack… what are you talking about?" She asked him, her words croaking and soft.

"I thought, you and Mac were…," he replied, but as he watched her blanked stare he quickly ended that train of think, "Sorry kiddo, I jumped the gun there. You and Billy-"

"Broke up." Riley completed the sentence, her hands were still shaking and her heart rate had only began to return to it's normal rate. Jack reached over and griped her hand, the pity in his eyes shattered her heart and she needed this moment to be over. Quickly, before she started crying again.

Suddenly, as if MacGyver heard the unvoiced calls, he strolled casually into the room with a carefree smile on his face; completely oblivious to the situation. He'd barely taken a step when he assessed the room, his eyes flicking to Jacks worried face and protective stance and Riley's slumped posture on the chair.

"What happened?" Mac asked hurriedly, his face now completely transformed and once again; Riley's guilt roll added up, feeling as if she would always be the root of the problem.

Riley opened her mouth to speak but Jack beat her to it, "our girl got a bit lightheaded I think, pale, green, looked like shit-"

"Thanks Jack, I'm fine now." Riley's had her eyes on Mac as he tried to figure out a way to help. Jack sent a mute nod, but didn't move a muscle before Riley assured him that she "was fine."

Mac stood in front of Riley, arms crossed with his brow furrowed, "could be low blood pressure, alcohol also dehydrates you" he began listing off possible effects, Riley tried to interrupt him but he seemed to be on a roll.

"Also; could be anemia, when's the last time you've got your bloods checked? Ask them to check your iron." Mac rambled on, reading from an imaginary medical journal in his mind as he searched Riley for clues. She could feel her impatience rising, as she watched him spout out different diseases.

Maddy entered into the room, completely ignoring the situation, she began speaking, "Mac, Riley; you're going undercover. We have information of a neighborhood currently being stalked by a terrorist organization. There's more information incoming, right now I need you both to head down to analytics where we can set you both up with ID's. We'll wait three days before moving in. Tomorrow I need ye to be seen looking at the apartment, so people aren't too shocked by the sudden arrival. Make it as smooth transition as possible. Oh, and you'll be posing as husband and wife."

Well that shut him up.