Okieday! Hopefully this story lives up to the expectations I seem to have set for it by the first 2 chapters XD My cat has taken to waking me up at 6:30 in the morning and not letting me go back to sleep, so I'm slightly sleep-deprived. If anyone seems OOC, or there are any mistakes, that is the reason! XD
"Jackie-boy," came a voice from somewhere above him. Jack groaned as he felt the pain in his head increase tenfold. "Come on Jack, wake up," the voice coaxed again, a little firmer this time. Jack finally cracked open his eyes, squinting against the bright light of the sun directly overhead. He turned his head, groaning as the movement caused a massive pain to go through his brain. He looked to the right, moving a little slower this time. He saw James, Dominic, and Sully staring at him in confusion.
"James?" he asked in confusion. "What happened?"
"We were hoping you could tell us," James said gravely, pointing to Jack's hand. Jack glanced down, noticing for the first time that something had been crumpled up and shoved into his fist. He unwrinkled the piece of paper, looking at James.
"It's addressed to you," he informed him, holding the paper out. James' face fell, and he accepted the piece of paper. He unfolded it and silently read the words that had been scrawled on the sheet.
"Care to tell us what's in that love letter?" Jack asked crankily. "And where's...Mac!" he exclaimed, suddenly remembering that his friend had been taken away in a gray van. Jack struggled to his feet, ignoring the pulsing pain in his head as he looked around.
"Where's my son?" James asked darkly, crushing the paper slightly in his hands. Jack glared at him, rubbing his forehead lightly as he answered.
"I don't know," he answered. "Three guys jumped out of a van and grabbed him. They got me from behind, otherwise I would have done more to stop them," he said. "Besides," he said, gesturing at the paper in James' hand. "Doesn't that tell you anything?"
James glanced at the paper he was clenching tightly, relaxing his grip a little bit. He handed the paper over to Jack, who read the note out loud.
"James, as soon as you return our money, we'll return your son. It's up to you when you get him back." Jack read. He looked up at James.
"I'm assuming you know who it is?" he asked, holding up the note. James nodded.
"His name is Damon Colt. I may have borrowed some money from him to start up a cab service, but it went belly-up and I lost all the money he loaned me."
"So Mac was right? You were here to ask him for money?" Jack asked incredulously. James shook his head.
"No. I have the money to pay Colt back with, I swear. I came to apologize to him for how we left off last time we saw each other!" he insisted. "Looking back now, I realize how it sounded like I was going to ask him for money, but I wasn't!" James promised, sounding like he was begging Jack to believe him.
"We can talk about this later," Jack finally said. "Right now we need to focus on finding Mac." Jack pulled out his phone, but James grabbed it.
"What are you doing?" James asked with wide eyes.
"I was going to call my bo...the police," Jack explained, catching himself at the last minute from revealing his boss as someone more powerful than a Think Tank overseer. He reached for his phone, but James held it out of reach while he shook his head.
"No," he insisted. "We can't risk Angus' safety by involving any sort of law enforcement."
"Fine," Jack relented after a minute. "If I can't call the police, let me call a friend who can help," he implored. James glared at him.
"Were you not just listening to what I said? You don't know Damon Colt like I do. If he finds out I involved anyone else, he'll kill Angus!"
Jack began seeing red. "And you don't know Riley like I do!" the agent argued. "She is the best ha-computer technician I've ever seen. She works with Mac and I at the Think Tank," he explained. "If anyone can help us track down Damon Colt, I promise you. It's Riley Davis," Jack assured the frantic looking father. "And Colt won't even know that we went to someone else," Jack added. "Riley's good at covering her tracks unless she wants someone to know she's been looking."
James still looked hesitant, but while he was not arguing, Jack grabbed his phone back from Mac's father, and the man didn't try to stop him.
"Do you think Courtney could help?" Sully asked looking looked at James, who shook his head.
"No," James said. His friends looked at him with questioning glances. "We, uh, don't talk anymore," he finally admitted.
"Who's Courtney?" Jack asked, looking between the three friends.
"No one," James answered before either of his friends could.
"Well, if she could help us get MacGyver back, I say we talk to her!"
"James, I bet she'd be willing to help. Why don't we give it a try?" Dominic asked, placing a hand on his friend's arm.
"We can't!" James said loudly, yanking his arm away from Dominic and glaring at the three men in front of him.
"Is anyone going to tell me who Courtney is?" Jack asked exasperatedly.
"Courtney Colt is Damon Colt's sister," Dominic explained. James glared at his friend, but didn't say anything.
"And she'd be willing to help us why, exactly?" Jack asked, though he had a feeling he already knew the answer.
"I used to date her," James replied with a glare at his friends when he realized they were going to tell Jack why he knew her if he didn't. "Things didn't end well though, and I'm sure she wouldn't help us," he insisted.
"What happened?" Jack asked warily, knowing full well that sometimes breakup stories could be painful. Which this one seemed to be, based on the way James glared at Jack.
"I don't believe that's any of your business," he replied snappily. "Don't you have a computer geek to call?" he asked before Jack could say anything else. Jack's mouth slanted, but at least James was letting him call Riley, so he decided to let him go about Courtney for the time being.
He hit Riley's number and put the phone up to his ear.
"Jack?" Riley asked when she came on the phone. "This better be to apologize for putting baby powder in my blow dryer," she warned. Jack blanched; he had forgotten he had done that, what with all the spicy cookies, Mac's dad coming back, and subsequent kidnapping that took place.
"To be fair, Mac helped get me in," Jack defended. "Which is actually who I'm calling about," he continued.
"Who, Mac?" Riley clarified. "What happened?"
"How fast can you get to Mac's place?"
"I can be there in twenty minutes, why?" Riley asked, beginning to sound both worried and suspicious.
"Mac's been kidnapped."
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MacGyver came around slowly, his headache convincing him to stay asleep for as long as he could. When he finally did open his eyes, he saw that he was in a concrete room with a single window, letting in a bit of sunlight. His head ached, but he was able to push the pain aside with relative ease as he began taking in his surroundings.
His hands were tied behind his back with what felt like duct tape, and when he tried to move his legs, he found they were bound similarly. He also realized he had a piece of the silver tape placed across his mouth, preventing him from speaking. He was lying on his side, but thankfully he had been placed on a mattress instead of the cold, hard floor. His bed was facing the door, and he heard footsteps and voices coming towards him. He struggled to sit up.
He finally got himself into an upright position moments before the door was unlocked and opened, and a broad-shouldered, black-haired man walked into the room. He was followed by four men, three of whom MacGyver recognized as the men who had attacked him and Jack earlier.
"Hello, Angus," the black-haired man greeted with a smile that would have scared the monsters under a child's bed. MacGyver simply stared at the men, unable to talk due to the tape across his mouth. "I hope my men weren't too rough while bringing you here," the man continued, his politeness sounding extremely faked. "I just really need your help with something," he confessed.
Alright, when someone says they need my help with something, they usually don't lead with kidnapping and gagging. It tends to make me not want to help them with whatever they need help with.
"Your father owes me money, and you're my insurance policy."
Ah. That would explain many things.
"All I need you to do is sit tight for now, and we'll get you out of here as soon as James gives me back the money he owes me." With that, the man turned and walked out of the room, pausing briefly to turn around and inform Mac, "I'm leaving Donovan here to guard the door, just in case."
As he was talking, MacGyver saw a striking, athletically-built woman, who looked like she was probably in her early-to-mid thirties walk by the door. She glanced inside the room, then did a double take as she saw the young man on the floor. Her eyes went slightly wider, but she didn't say anything; she simply continued walking down the hallway out of sight.
MacGyver stared after the woman, but the door was shut seconds after he saw her. He heard the door being relocked, and he immediately began wriggling around, trying to get his arms underneath his legs to bring them around to his front.
It took him a minute, and his shoulderblades had started cramping by the time he was done, but he finally managed to slip his bound hands over his feet. He promptly removed the tape from his mouth, wincing slightly as it pulled at his skin. He discarded the tape on the floor, then found where the tape ended on his wrists, pulling at it with his teeth until it started to unwind. He spat at the disgusting taste in his mouth, but didn't stop until he was at a point where he could simply wriggle one of his hands out of the bindings.
As soon as he had woken up, MacGyver had felt a familiar shape in his back pocket, which he now reached into, pulling out his trusty Swiss Army knife.
I'm assuming they got rid of my phone so that it couldn't be tracked, but they really should have checked further to see if I had any weapons. Though in their defense, if they did any research on me at all, all they would have found was that I work for a Think Tank, and let's be honest. Who would think a geeky boy from a Think Tank would carry around a knife? It may not be the most intimidating knife, but I don't use it to intimidate.
MacGyver flipped one of the blades out and sliced through the tape around his ankles. As soon as his legs were free, he got up off the mattress, wandering around the tiny room he was being held in. The window had no bars on it, but the lock was on the outside of the window, and it was too small for Mac to slip through even if he was able to get it open. Plus, he would have to break the glass, and he was sure that would attract the attention of Donovan outside his door, which he did not need at the moment.
My first priority is to get out of here. Obviously. Once that happens, I plan on going back home, confronting my father, apologizing to my father, and make sure that this black-haired man gets taken care of. Not necessarily in that order.
Aside from the mattress, the room was also furnished with a small toilet and a sink. MacGyver walked over and turned the knob on the sink, causing a stream of water to flow.
So the water runs. I can work with that.
He glanced down and saw that there was an electrical socket on the wall, just a few feet away from the sink, and a plan began forming in Mac's mind. He began taking off his belt, which was leather; it was also made in such a way that it was hollow on the inside. It had been a gift from Jack, but Mac figured if he lost it, Jack wouldn't be too mad, especially if it helped him get out of the mess he had somehow gotten mixed up in.
He unscrewed the pipe from the bottom of the sink, so that when he turned the faucet on, the water ran straight onto the floor instead of travelling through the pipes. Mac grabbed the discarded pieces of duct tape from the floor and wrapped them around the bottom of his belt to keep the water from leaking out as much, then he hooked one end of the hollow belt to where the pipe used to be. He quickly pulled his knife out again, prying open the corner of the socket. He stuck the knife back in his pocket, grabbed the other end of the belt in one hand and holding the socket open with the other. He then stuffed the open ended belt inside the socket, making sure the belt wasn't going to fall out as soon as he let go of it.
He stood up for a minute, looking around to see if there was anything he could use to defend himself once the door was opened. His eyes fell on the discarded pipe, and for lack of anything better, he picked it up.
Without waiting another minute, MacGyver took a deep breath and turned on the faucet, watching as the water ran down the sink, through his belt, into the electric socket. A few drops of water dripped down the belt and onto the floor, but most of the water made it to the final destination. It didn't take long before the lights began flickering rather rapidly. Loud voices began yelling outside the door, people yelling and asking what was going on. He heard the lock on his door rattle, and he stepped back, raising the metal pipe and preparing to strike.
The door finally opened, and a large man MacGyver assumed was Donovan entered, holding his gun to his side, though he looked ready to bring it up at a moment's notice. He saw Mac untied and immediately raised the weapon, but MacGyver swung his pipe like a baseball bat, smacking Donovan's wrist and sending the gun clattering away. Donovan grunted, grabbing his hurt wrist in the opposite hand for a moment while a look of pure rage crossed his face. Mac's eyes widened as the large man charged him, and he ducked out of the way.
There were several benefits to his tall, lean physique. One of them happened to be that he was able to dodge out of Donovan's reach quickly. Mac delivered a punch to the man's kidneys, buckling his own wrist slightly at the moment of impact, but he didn't care about that as much as he cared about the man whom he had just attacked. The punch to the kidneys had debilitated Donovan for a moment, but he recovered quickly and turned back to his prisoner.
MacGyver knew if Donovan grabbed him, he wouldn't have a chance to get out again. He looked at the pipe he was still holding in his hand, only hesitating for a split-second.
"Sorry," he said as he swung the pipe, hitting Donovan solidly in the face. The large man reeled back from the impact of the hit, giving Mac the chance to bolt out the door, slamming it shut. He looked at the pipe once more, then looked at the door he had just shut. He rammed the pipe under the crack under the door, wedging it there tightly so that when Donovan tried to open the door, it wouldn't open right away.
He wanted to double check on the pipe to make sure it was sturdy enough, but the door shook as Donovan yanked on it, trying to open the door, and Mac figured it was sturdy enough to allow him to get a decent head start. He took off down the hallway before Donovan could pull the door open.
Ok, so thoughts? The one thing that I wasn't really sure about was how prying Jack was in this chapter, but I figured his best friend, basically little brother has been kidnapped, so he's going to try and figure out anything he could. Also, James? What do you guys think of him and how I'm writing him?
Also, I've been fighting with myself about how I feel like Jack would react. Would he actually call Thornton? They don't know any information, and James keeps stealing his phone when he tries to call anyone besides Riley...idk, I've been fighting with myself, so let me know what you guys think about that XD
