Hey hey hey! (Sorry, I honestly don't know why I greet like that XD I always used to say it, and then my sister showed me Warehouse 13, and Pete says that as well, so now whenever I say that all I can here is him saying it in my head...)

Here is the second chapter! Lemme know what you guys think? Not sure if I like the parts with Thornton and Riley...I feel like they're slightly OOC, but I'm not sure why or how to fix it... I'm tired XD

Anyway! That was a crazy good episode last night, I loved it! No spoilers for those who haven't seen it yet, but I thought it was great.

Lemme know what you think!

Nope, not mine

"Jack?" Patricia asked. Their phone conversation had been cut off abruptly, and Jack sounded like he had been about to tell her something important about MacGyver. She hit redial, but all she got was an annoying monotone sound no matter how many times she called.

"What's goin' on?" Riley asked, staring at her boss in confusion.

"I need you to track down this number," Thornton replied, handing her phone over to the hacker. "The call with Jack dropped and I can't get back in touch with him," she said. "Something doesn't feel right."

"Are they okay?" Riley asked as she pulled out her laptop and sat on the chair, bringing up the tracking system she always used.

"I don't think so," Thornton said, chewing her lip like she did when she was thinking, staring at the large black screen in front of her. "Jack said something about the mission being a bust, he and MacGyver were grabbed, but they got away." she explained. "He was saying something about MacGyver when the call was dropped."

"Okay, this shouldn't take too long to pull up," Riley promised.

"You have the number in your system now?" Patricia asked after a moment.

"Um, yeah. Why?" Riley replied.

"I need to make a call," Thornton stated as she bent down and picked up her phone from off the table where Riley had deposited it. She hit a few buttons, then held the phone to her ear. "Get me in contact with Hunter Christiansen," she ordered the person on the other end of the phone call.

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"Mr. MacGyver, what is going on?" Faith asked when she saw Mac's face fall at Jack's announcement of their guests.

"Uuuuhhhh," MacGyver said, looking at his partner for help.

"You figure out how to keep them out, I'll explain," Jack assured his partner.

"I'm gonna need your help moving things around," Mac argued.

"Are you saying I can't talk and move things at the same time?" Jack asked, pretending to be offended. Mac rolled his eyes but let the argument drop. He zoned out his partner's explanation to the two older women, letting his eyes roam the parts of the house he could see. He saw several large bookcases, and he immediately began fighting his way to his feet.

"Mr. MacGyver, you can't!" Hope insisted. Mac threw off the blanket and picked up the decrepit crutch, putting it under his shoulder. He was glad to see that it was basically his height, so he didn't have to bend down or reach too far up to use it.

"We need to move those bookcases in front of anywhere they could get in," Mac instructed, pointing at the wooden furniture and ignoring Hope's insistence that he sit back down. "Is there anything else heavy that we could use as blockades?" he asked. The two women looked at each other, the simultaneously pointed to the thick oak table in the middle of the kitchen. "Perfect," MacGyver said.

He began hopping forward with the help of the crutch, but before he had gone two steps he heard an ominous creaking noise. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as he glanced down and saw the crutch snap in half, causing him to lose his balance. He fell forward, seeing the floor rushing up to greet him. His nose would have had an unfortunate encounter with the hard tile if a strong pair of hands had not grabbed the back of his shirt, stopping his fall and hauling him back up.

"Thanks," he said, sort of breathlessly to Jack.

"I got your back, kid," Jack said, throwing a wink in after Mac glared at him for his pun. MacGyver looked down at the broken piece of the crutch he still had in his hand, then back up to Faith and Hope.

"Sorry about the crutch," he said, shrugging helplessly.

"It's fine," Faith assured him. "That was Granddaddy's, we should have known it wouldn't hold up."

"But I do wish you would sit back down and keep your leg up," Hope added, giving Mac a slight pout. He shook his head.

"I can't," he said. He turned his attention to Jack. "How many men did you see out there?"

"Just the one, but I can guarantee he's not alone," Jack said as he moved one of the large bookcases in front of the door. While Jack was dragging the piece of furniture, Mac heard him begin humming what sounded vaguely like "Do You Hear the People Sing?" from Les Mis.

MacGyver's eyes landed on a sturdy-looking coat rack and he hopped on one foot over to it, placing his hand on the wall to keep himself steady. He glanced back at the women, gesturing to the rack. "Mind if I modify this a little?" he asked.

"I...I guess that's fine," Hope agreed in confusion. Without waiting another second, Mac grabbed the long stick and turned it over, hitting two of the curved feet on opposite sides until they fell off, creating another crutch with the remaining two feet. He propped it under his arm, much more comfortable with how sturdy it felt, and he began moving around the room.

"Where's your bathroom?"

Faith pointed down the hallway and Mac began making his way to where she was pointing.

"Mac, is this really the best time to be taking a potty break?" Jack called out, grunting as he dragged the oak table across the floor, placing it against the back door.

"Jack, we're about to come under siege and you think I'm taking time to go to the bathroom?" Mac asked incredulously as he hopped back into the room, carrying a plunger.

"Well, what were you doing then?"

MacGyver held up the plunger, as if that was supposed to explain everything.

"Care to elaborate?" Jack asked. Mac hopped over to the window, making sure to stay to the side of the glass pane, thus staying out of the view of whoever was outside.

"If we can block the window at an angle, even just a little bit, they're going to have to move this in order to get in if they want to come through the window. That should help buy us a little time, even if it's just a few seconds," Mac explained as he suctioned the plunger against the window pane, propping the wooden handle against the opposite side as far down as it would go without snapping.

"Aren't you clever!" Faith praised as she and her sister watched the young agent. "If only I were forty years younger!"

Mac's eyes went slightly wide as he looked at Jack, who was trying his hardest to hold back a snort of laughter.

"Mr. MacGyver?" A voice from outside called. "Mr. Dalton? We know you're in there!"

MacGyver and Jack's faces took on a serious expression as they listened to the demands of the men trying to kill them. They must have found their ID's in their wallets, which had been in their pockets, therefore taken when they were grabbed.

"Come out now, and we won't hurt whoever else is in there with you!" the voice promised. MacGyver recognized the person speaking as Carter, the man in charge of the whole thing. He and Jack had a silent conversation through their expressions, which Faith and Hope seemed to catch onto rather quickly.

"Don't even think about it," Hope scolded.

"You two wouldn't be in danger if we hadn't dragged you into this, and if we had told you the truth about what we were really doing up front," MacGyver argued.

"Well I guess that teaches you a lesson about telling the truth, doesn't it?" Hope replied, not actually sounding too upset about the lying. "Besides, you've moved all our furniture around. We're gonna need help moving it back, and honestly. What good would it do to give yourselves up after all that work and struggle?"

"At least you two will be safe," Jack pointed out, starting to move towards the bookcase blocking the door.

"Leave that right where it is, young man," Faith ordered. Jack immediately stopped moving, eyes wide with surprise and slight admiration at how firm the two women were being. Faith looked at her sister. "Hope, didn't Granddaddy always used to joke about a tunnel that led from the house to the barn?" she asked.

"That's right! He said that he would put us in there if we didn't finish our dinner!" Hope exclaimed, eyes lighting up as she remembered the story.

"A tunnel?" Mac asked in clarification.

"Yes!" Hope confirmed, nodding her head enthusiastically. "Granddaddy told us the tunnel used to be for smuggling gold, but I think it was just there for the winters when they had to get to the barn but didn't want to go outside," she mused. "Faith and I were never allowed to go down there, and then we grew up and moved away. By the time we came back, both of us had completely forgotten about it!"

"Do you know where the entrance is?" Jack asked, coming over. Faith and Hope looked at each other, each trying to remember.

"MacGyver!" shouted Carter outside. "I'm going to give you two minutes to get out here, or else we're coming in to get you two. We know one of you is injured, and the house is surrounded; there's nowhere to run!"

"Oh!" Faith exclaimed suddenly. "I remember! It's downstairs, hidden in the closet of Granddaddy's room," she assured them. "Come on, the stairs are this way!"

Mac's heart sunk a little at hearing the word 'stairs,' but he decided he'd address that problem in a minute. There was one more thing he needed to do before they headed downstairs.

"Do you have a mop and some cayenne pepper?" he asked.

"Yes, they're in the kitchen," Hope replied.

"Could you bring them to me, and get the mop slightly wet?" he requested. Hope hurried to the kitchen, and they heard the water running.

"What are you going to do with these?" Hope asked as she came back with the needed items.

"Well, we need some sort of weapon," Mac responded as he turned the mop upside down and dumped the spice into the mop tendrils, turning the cleaning tool a terrifying red shade. He handed it to his older partner. Once the mop was in Jack's hands, Mac gestured for the two women to lead the way.

0-0-0

"This is Hunter Christiansen," a smooth voice came on the other end of the line.

"Where are my men?" Thornton asked, not bothering with a preamble.

"I'm sorry, who is this?" he asked. "I don't know who you're talking about," he said, sounding rather convincing. Thornton wasn't buying it though.

"Two of my agents went missing recently. Would you happen to know anything about that?"

"Listen, I don't know who you are, or what agents you're talking about. Is this the FBI? CIA? Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that two of my agents are missing, and their last known location was right around your area," Thornton said in a terrifyingly calm voice, not wanting to admit to having her agents stalk the man. At least, not yet.

"Look, I wish I could help you, I really do," Christiansen said, very unconvincingly. "But I just don't know how. Now, I don't believe I caught your name," he added.

"That's because I didn't throw it," Thornton replied levelly. "I know my men were out there, and I can promise you, if something has happened to them because of you, trust me. I will find you and I will bring everything I find can against you," she threatened.

"You're sales tactics could use a little work. Why don't you work on it, and then pitch me something that sounds believable?" Hunter shot back, losing all of his smooth demeanor.

"I would, but unfortunately for you," Thornton replied in a scathing tone that still managed to sound polite somehow. "I don't play little league."

Thornton caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and she turned to see Riley waving at her.

"Got it," Riley mouthed.

"Well, Mr. Christiansen, I'm sure we'll be talking again, soon," she said with fake politeness before she hung up on the corrupt politician.

"Well?" she asked as she walked over to the hacker.

"I traced the call from the phone Jack used to a little spot in Colorado woods. Looking at satellite images, it looks like there's a small piece of farmland," she explained. "I also ran a trace on Christiansen's cell and put a tracker on his phone. We'll be able to see wherever he is now," the hacker added.

"Alright," Thornton said. "Call the Colorado Police and get them out to the house. We're wheels up in ten. Let's go."

Eh, like I said. Not sure how much I like the parts with Thornton, but we'll see how it plays out.

Whatcha guys think?