A/N Here you go, my third story. This story is going to have multiple chapters and I've written most of them already.

I've seen thirteen episodes so far and that's the reason there's not much Bozer in this story (still trying to figure him out). That's also the reason why Thornton is in this.

Warnings (apply to every chapter): Violence (nothing too graphic) and bad language

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own MacGyver. The show belongs to its rightful owners.

Mac yawned as he knocked on Jack's door. He had overslept and almost missed his and Jack's meeting because of it. Well, it wasn't a meeting really. They had just agreed to have breakfast at Jack's place now that Riley and Bozer were having fun with their friends and family.

They finally had a weekend off work after working nonstop for almost four weeks. Thankfully the missions hadn't been that hard and they had made it out without any injuries.

Bozer had gone to a film festival with some of his old friends and he wasn't going to come back until Monday morning. Bozer had asked Mac to come with them, of course, but Mac had declined, saying that Bozer needed to have time just for his friends who he hadn't seen in a long time.

Riley's mom had convinced her to join her to a weekend trip to some fancy spa. Riley had agreed to go because they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Mac was just happy that his friends were going to relax and have fun with people close to them. He was glad to have some time for just himself because with the constant missions they hadn't had alone time almost at all.

He and Jack were going to watch a couple of movies and grab a few beers today. Mac had also planned to finish a few of his projects but he had time to do that later. Now it was time for him and Jack to relax and enjoy their time off.

Mac frowned when Jack didn't come to open the door. Had the older man overslept as well? Mac snorted and dug his pockets for the key. Jack wouldn't know what hit him if he seriously was still sleeping.

Jack had given Mac the key to his place after Nikki's 'death'...

Mac shook his head. This was not the time to think about the woman. He unlocked the door and went inside. The house was completely silent. Mac shut the door and made his way to the living room.

On the coffee table were multiple empty beer bottles. The team had celebrated their weekend vacation at Jack's place yesterday and the mess was the result of it. Well, at least they had had fun.

"Jack!" Mac called out and started walking toward the older man's bedroom. He stopped, however, when he heard someone come up from behind him. Suddenly arms wrapped around him and pinned him against someone's broad chest.

"Jack! This isn't-..." a hand came over to cover his mouth.

"Jack isn't here," a male voice said darkly.

Mac tensed. He began to struggle but to no avail. The man holding him was much stronger. His mind was a whirlwind of questions. Where was Jack? Was he okay? Who was the attacker and why was he here?

"Chandler, get in here and help me with this guy!" the man suddenly shouted which made Mac jump a little.

Mac couldn't move his arms even if he wanted. The man had his arms pinned to his sides. The young agent sighed in frustration, if he could just reach his knife... His attention was drawn away as he spotted a man coming toward him. He squirmed as the man came to a stop before him and took a firm grip of his chin.

"Well, who do we have here," the comer, Chandler, smirked. "Isn't it Angus MacGyver. Nice to meet you in person after all this time."

Chandler was over six feet tall and his grip on the agent's chin was steely. He had short, dirty blond hair and grey eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a black jacked. Mac saw a gun inside the man's jacket. He knew he had to act fast before the men did something to him.

Mac lifted his right foot up and kicked Chandler to the chest which sent the man stumbling back. He fell over a coffee table which broke in contact. The man holding Mac stumbled back, too, by the force of the kick. Mac also slammed his head back to the man's face and the man let go of him with a howl of pain.

The young agent backed away from the men but he was forced to take cover behind one of the couches as Chandler took out his gun and started shooting at him.

"Chandler, he's no good to us if he's dead!" the other man shouted.

"Well do something then Murray!" Chandler retorted.

Mac blocked out their chatter as he looked around his hiding place to find something useful. He glanced under the couch and spotted an empty beer bottle. He grabbed it. The bottle could prove to be useful.

The shooting stopped as soon as it had begun. Mac tensed and listened to his surroundings. He heard a rustle on the left side of the couch. He sprang in action and swung the bottle up at the attacker.

The bottle broke in contact, cutting Mac's hands and the attacker's face. Murray dropped his gun to cover his face with his hands as he howled in pain. Mac pushed past the pain in his hands and turned to run. He had barely turned around when Chandler appeared out of nowhere and hit him with the butt of his gun.

Mac fell down in a daze. "You okay, Murray?" Chandler asked as he grabbed MacGyver by the hair and pulled his head back. The agent let out a muffled cry of pain and tried to pry the man's hands off. He couldn't think straight because of the pain.

"I'm fine," Murray grunted as he approached the young DXS agent. "I'm going to make you suffer, Angus MacGyver, and no one will hear your screams." Murray stopped in front of Mac and hit him to the head. Mac's head snapped to the side by the force of the hit.

"Murray! You said it yourself, the kid is no use to us if he's dead!" Chandler hissed and pushed Murray back with his free hand. "You can have your revenge after the boss is done with him!"

"Fine," the other man growled. "But we don't want him to try anything while we take him to the boss." Then he drove his fist into the agent's stomach and then to the face.

Mac didn't have the strength to fight back. Before he gave in to the darkness, he hoped that Jack had gone to the foundation or something and was alright.

This was definitely not how he had planned to spent his weekend.

Riley had been so excited about the weekend. She would finally get to spent time with her mother and forget work for a moment. That being said, she was supposed to be on her way to the spa already but was she?

No, she wasn't. Of course she had forgotten her backpack at Jack's place the day before. All of her electronics were in the backpack as well as her wallet. If she found out that one of the guys had touched her wallet, they would be dead. Or their identities would be stolen suddenly. That would be very unfortunate.

Riley shook her head with a knowing smile as she stepped out of her car. She spotted Mac's car not far away. Had he forgotten something at Jack's place, too? Riley jogged to Jack's door and knocked.

The door was slightly ajar. Since when were the guys careless enough to leave the front door open? Riley pushed the door open. "Guys?" she called out. There was no reply. Riley frowned and went inside. The whole house was eerily quiet. The young woman stopped dead in her tracks when she got to the living room.

The room was complete a mess. There were glass shards all over the floor, the coffee table was broken and there was blood on the ground. Then she noticed a familiar looking phone on the floor. The screen had been smashed but Riley recognized the phone as Mac's. Something was seriously wrong.

"Jack! Mac!" Riley shouted. She felt a pit in her stomach. This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend but she had a feeling she might as well forget her plans. She dug her phone and dialed a familiar number.

Soon a familiar voice replied, "Thornton."

"Thornton, you need to send a team to Jack's place. Something happened, this place's a mess," Riley told her. "There's no sign of Mac and Jack and there's blood on the ground. Mac's phone has been smashed."

"A team will be there in ten," Thornton told her. "I'll meet you in my office in fifteen." With that the call ended. It took a minute for Riley to get herself to move. She pocketed her phone and looked at the mess. She sincerely hoped that the blood didn't belong to her teammates.

Riley went to the kitchen and grabbed her backpack. Whoever had caused this mess and forced her to cancel her weekend plans was going to regret ever waking up in the morning.

To be continued...

A/N: I've been battling with writer's block for the past five weeks. It's been bothering the hell out of me. I hope you were still able to enjoy this first chapter. I can tell you that I haven't... I have rewritten this for almost million times but I'm still not exactly happy.

I'm probably going to post the next chapter in the next two days. Please let me know what you think of this. And I promise that Jack will appear in the next chapter. THANKS FOR READING!

Reviews are greatly appreciated and they encourage me to continue writing. So, please, leave a review even if you think I screwed up.