A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews! I really thought about posting this chapter a lot later. I'm blaming you guys for this. So, here's chapter number two. Enjoy.

Warnings: Violence and bad language

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own these handsome fellas. MacGyver belongs to its rightful owners.

Jack was starting to get pissed. He had been interrogated and held in some windowless room for hours. If he had known his day would turn out to be like this, he wouldn't have gotten out of bed.

He was fairly sure that his wrist was sprained. It turned out that hitting a big and burly man wasn't good for your hand. Or body for that matter. Let's just say that the man hadn't appreciated the hit.

Jack didn't react when the door opened and three men came inside. Two of the men stayed close to the door while the third one came closer. Jack just watched the men nonchalantly.

"You ready to talk, Dalton?" the man questioned. He didn't look very happy. It didn't come as a surprise to Jack though. He would have been a little more than a little pissed off if someone was playing games with him. The man's name was Carson Beron and he was the right hand man of the wanted mob boss, Craig Manners.

Well, Manners wasn't wanted anymore because he had been arrested and was currently locked away from the world in a jail cell. That's the reason why Jack was in the room now. The men wanted to know where their boss was.

"Nah, not really," Jack shrugged. "I don't like talkin' about work related stuff when I'm held somewhere against my will. It kind of brings my mood down." He immensely enjoyed the look of frustration and anger on the man's face.

"Listen to me, Dalton," Carson growled and took a threatening step toward him. Jack, however, wasn't even a little fazed by the move. "If you're not going to talk willingly, I'll let my men have some fun with you, again. I can guarantee that you won't like it. I just need you to tell me one little thing. Then you can be on your way home back to your buddies."

Jack tilted his head to the side. "Now, you listen to me. I am not going to tell you where your boss is," he pronounced every word slowly and carefully just to annoy the man. He knew how to push Carson's buttons because they had known each other back in high school. The man hadn't changed a bit. Well, he had lost his hair and gotten some muscle but his personality hadn't changed. He was still the kind of man that would steal the flowers off his grandma's grave without any second thoughts.

Carson let out a growl and was about to take another hand closer to him when the door opened and a man came in.

"Carson, there's something you need to see," the man said. "It's urgent." He glanced at Jack for a second before walking out of the room.

"This isn't over Jack. I'll be back in a minute," Carson hissed and stomped out of the room angrily. The two other guys followed him and the door was locked once more.

Jack let his head fall back and sighed. How the hell did he always attract trouble while he was on vacation? Seriously, last time he had found himself in the middle of a robbery and before that he had broken his arm while saving a little girl from getting hit by a car. If Mac was the one to attract trouble on the job, Jack attracted it on their free time. The universe just seemed to think that screwing with Jack while he was on vacation was fun.

As soon as Jack had been locked into the room, he had found out that there was no way for him to escape without any help. In moments like this he hoped that he had Mac's skills. Without a doubt Mac would have made a bomb out of dust and escaped within the first hour. The kid certainly was something else.

Suddenly a thought struck Jack. He and Mac had been supposed to have breakfast together. What if the guys who attacked him had stayed at his place and caught Mac?

When Carson came back to the room some time later, he had a smug smile on his face. Jack knew straight away that something was wrong. What had the man found out?

"Well hello, Jack," Carson smirked. Jack frowned. Was the man bipolar or something? Seriously, the man had worse mood swings than teenage girls. First he was ready to tear someone apart and then he acted like nothing had happened.

"What's gotten into you, sunshine?" Jack plastered on his best fake smile. He started to feel a bit uneasy but he wouldn't let it show.

Carson tilted his head to the side slightly and eyed Jack for a moment. "You know, I had no idea that your partner was just a kid. Since when did the goverment start hiring high school kids?" he said thoughtfully.

Jack was on his feet in a split second. He ignored the slight spike of pain in his ribs. "What are you talking about?" he grunted. "Leave my partner out of this. He doesn't even know anything about your boss."

Carson flashed Jack a very smug smile. "Looks like I found your weak spot."

Jack narrowed his eyes. Internally he was berating himself. He knew better than to let his emotions take over in situations like this. Now he had possibly put MacGyver in a dangerous situation. "Carson, if you even think about touchin' my partner, I will make you regret the day you were born."

"It's a bit too late for that," the man told him. Just then two men came into the room and they were dragging Mac between them. The young agent was barely conscious.

Every cell in Jack wanted to attack but he knew that the results wouldn't be good for him or Mac. So, he forced himself to stay still and quiet. He watched as the men dropped Mac to the floor on the opposite side of the room where a chain was hanging on the wall. Jack felt his blood boil as Mac's right arm was chained to the wall.

Why would they do something like that to Mac if they hadn't bothered to tie him when they had brought him in all those hours ago? Jack knew the answer. They did it because of him. They wanted him to react and do something rash.

"Have fun with the boy, Dalton. We'll be back later," Carson said and left the room with the two men following close behind.

As soon as the door was closed, Jack rushed to Mac's side. "Mac, hey, are you awake?" he felt for a pulse as he dropped to his knees next to the younger man. He was relieved to find a strong pulse but he was worried because the young man wasn't conscious. There was blood on the left side of Mac's face and there were small cuts on his arms.

"Come on, kid, wake up for ol' Jack," the older man tapped Mac's cheek. Mac's brow furrowed and he let out moan. "That's it, open your eyes, bro."

Mac blinked his eyes open after a while and frowned. "J- Jack?" he asked. His head was pounding and his thoughts were all muddled. "What's going on?"

"What do you remember?" Jack questioned. He was starting to think that Mac had a concussion.

"Uh... I went to your house," Mac began, his frown deepening. Suddenly pain spiked through his head. He tried to keep quiet but he couldn't stop the cry of pain from escaping his lips.

He didn't notice that he almost passed out before he opened his eyes and found out that Jack's hold on his shoulders was the only thing that kept him upright. "Sorry," the young man said hoarsely.

"What happened to you bud?" Jack let go of Mac when he was sure that the younger man wouldn't lose consciousness right then and there.

"I was ambushed at your place," Mac told him. "But I'm fine." At least that was what he wanted Jack to believe. His head was pounding like crazy and he just wanted to sleep.

"The hell you are!" Jack retorted. "You just about passed out on me! Your hands are full of cuts and the side of your face is all bloody."

Mac winced at the volume of Jack's voice and it didn't go unnoticed by the older man. "Okay, I think I might have a concussion. The cuts came from a broken beer bottle," Mac admitted. "But the other guy got it worse. He got cuts to his face."

"That's my man," Jack smiled and patted Mac on the shoulder.

"Jack, what's going on? Where are we?" Mac questioned after a minute of silence.

Jack sighed. "These guys want to know where their boss, Craig Manners is being held," he said. "I happened to be a part of the team that arrested him and those guys decided that I was the perfect guy to interrogate."

"How come you were a part of the team that arrested him but I wasn't?" Mac looked at him with a slightly confused look.

Jack thought about it for a moment before he remembered the reason. "We arrested him a month after Nikki disappeared. You were still revocering from the GSW."

"But I don't know anything about the guy," Mac frowned.

"Wrong place, wrong time," Jack shrugged.

"I think I was at the right place at the right time but with the wrong guys," Mac said. He still had a look of confusion on his face.

Jack shook his head slightly. Concussions and Mac never did fit together. Mac should be in a hospital now, not in the middle of a hostile situation.

"I'm gonna get ya out of here, Mac, I promise," Jack squeezed Mac's shoulder gently. Mac just nodded wordlessly.

Jack tensed when he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. The door was opened.

"So, Dalton, ready for round two?" Carson smirked.

Three hours had passed since Mac and Jack's disappearance. Riley was waiting for the results on the blood. She sincerely hoped that the blood didn't belong to Jack or MacGyver.

Riley had done everything she could think of to find the guys. She had traced Jack's phone (later his phone, too, was found smashed at his place) and gone through the traffic cameras for any signs of the men. She had even contacted a few of her old contacts and asked around. And she still had nothing to work on. It was like the guys had vanished into thin air.

"Riley," a voice startled the young woman out of her thoughts. She glanced up from her computer and saw director Thornton standing at the door. "The test results came back."

Riley was on her feet seconds instantly. "Who did the blood belong to?"

Thornton thought about her answer for a moment. "Most of it belonged to Mac," she said. "But some of it belong to a guy named Daniel Murray. I want you to find out everything you can about that guy."

"Give me a minute," Riley said and started typing.

"Did you call Bozer?" Thornton asked a while later and crossed her arms.

"No," Riley replied. "He doesn't need to know yet."

She was serious. Bozer had been with the team for a short while now and he hadn't been on the field much. He wouldn't be any use for them if he just kept worrying about his two missing friends.

Thornton didn't say anything and her face didn't give away anything. She just stood there, waiting for Riley to find something.

"Okay, so, I found something. The guy has been in jail for an attempted bank robbery, an assault and so much more. He was married a few years back but they divorced and the woman moved to another country," Riley told her. Then she frowned, "I wonder if he has like listed all of the crimes he wants to commit before the age 35 because that what it seems like. There's like everything from petty larceny to an assault with a deadly weapon."

"Do you have an address?" Thornton looked at her expectantly.

"Do you know me at all?" Riley lifted her brow. When Thornton looked at her pointedly, Riley continued, "Yes, right, the address." She showed satellite picture of the address to the director.

"Send the address to Willems' team," Thornton told her. Riley nodded and ran his fingers through keyboard.

Seconds later she lifted her gaze back to Thornton. "Done. What now?"

"Let Willems' team search the house. After than we'll proceed from there," Thornton replied. "Get something to eat and rest. I need you in top condition when we find out where Jack and Mac are."

To be continued...

A/N I'm sorry if I offended any teenage girls with this chapter. It wasn't my intention. THANKS FOR READING! Reviews will be appreciated. Please let me know about any mistakes you can find.