So I finally decided to post the first chapter to one of the many stories I've been working on...I think it's readable? I don't even want to tell you guys how often I changed plot lines, only to come back to this one... Read and lemme know what you think?

Patricia Thornton was sitting at her desk, typing up a report on her computer when her phone rang. "Thornton," she answered, almost absentmindedly. As she listened to the other end of the phone call, she sat forward in her chair. Her attention was now entirely focused on what was being said. She stood up, her eyes grew wide and her face drained of color. "I understand. Thank you."

She hung up the phone call and immediately dialed another number. "Come on, Mac. Pick up!" The phone continued to ring and ring for almost thirty seconds.

"Hey, you've reached MacGyver. Lea-" She hung up the phone before the answering machine could finish it's message. Taking in a deep breath, she locked her phone and set it down on the table, otherwise she knew she was going to throw it.

One of the agents opened her door. "Is everything alright, ma'am?" he asked. She looked up at him.

"Get me the location of the plane MacGyver, Jack and Riley are on," she ordered. The agent nodded and immediately went off to collect the requested information while Patricia sat back down and opened up a file on her computer, shaking her head in disbelief. "Come on guys," she muttered as she continued to stare at the screen. She was hoping and praying that the situation wasn't what she thought it was.

Her gut, however, told her otherwise.

0-0-0

Two Hours Earlier

"Come on, admit it!" Riley crowed as they walked towards the small plane that was going to take them back to California. "I kicked butt back there!"

Jack looked at the young woman, amusement in his eyes. After a moment, he finally nodded his head. "Alright, yes. I'll admit it, you did well," he confessed. Riley threw her fist in the air in victory as soon as those words left Jack's mouth.

"Totally saved your both of your butts!" she said triumphantly.

"Which I am thankful for," Jack replied. "I quite like my butt; it's one of my best features!"

"Man, if it's one of your best features," Mac quipped. "I would hate to see what one of your bad features looks like!" He and Riley laughed and fist-bumped while Jack made a face at his younger friends.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, Mac," he drawled. "Look at me, I'm laughing so hard!"

MacGyver gave his older partner a dorky grin as they made their way onto the plane. They each settled down in a seat and waited patiently for the plane to take off.

0-0-0

They were about an hour and a half into their flight when Mac stood up. "I'll be back," he said. Jack acknowledged his comment with a nod, not looking up from the magazine he was reading. Riley glanced up from her computer screen.

"Everything okay?" she asked. Mac nodded.

"Yeah, just need to stretch my legs and use the bathroom," Mac explained. Riley nodded and went back to whatever it was she was doing on her computer.

As MacGyver was washing his hands, he felt the plane dip a little. "Well that's weird," he thought to himself. "We can't be landing already; we're still two hours away at least …" He dried his hands, wondering if they were having some sort of mechanical trouble. He opened the door and walked out, stumbling a little as the plane tilted to one side.

He walked towards his friends, but paused as he saw the pilot leaning over them. "Hey," he called out. "What's going on? Why is the plane landing?"

The pilot turned around, and MacGyver was shocked to see that it wasn't the man he was expecting. "Who are you? Where's Aaron?" he asked in a hard voice. He glanced at his friends, noticing their unusual stillness. He looked back just in time to see the pilot slipping what looked like a syringe into his inner pocket. "What did you do to Jack and Riley?" he asked in an accusatory tone as he walked forward.

The pilot didn't reply. He simply stood there and watched as Mac advanced down the aisle towards him. "What is going on?" MacGyver demanded. Still the pilot remained silent. Mac was extremely confused about what was going on. Suddenly the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and his instincts told him to duck, but he was too slow.

A strap was flung around his neck, and he was yanked back against a hard, solid wall of human flesh, pinning him there. He grunted as what he realized what was a seat belt from the airplane seat was tightened even more. His fingers scrabbled at the ligature around his neck, gasping for breath. He tried jabbing his elbow back into the gut of the man holding him, but his attacker simply tightened the restraint even more. Mac's vision started tunneling in, and his struggling became less and less.

"Who...are you?" he gasped out as his legs started to give out from underneath him. The man holding Mac lowered him to the floor, but kept the seatbelt around his neck. Just before he lost consciousness, Mac heard the men talking to each other in Spanish. He tried to figure out what it meant, but his oxygen-deprived brain refused to work, and he finally gave into the darkness vying for his undivided attention.

Sorry it's a little short...

Let me know what you think? Too cheesy? Too dramatic? Odd? Any ideas as to what's gonna happen next?