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AN - I'm back! Here is chapter three, it is longer, as was requested. Next chapter should hopefully be finished and up soon.

Enjoy!

"What've you got Riley?" Patricia Thornton asked, coming over to the young hacker who was sitting by her computer. Riley put the images she was seeing on her computer screen, onto the huge screen that took up the entire one wall, allowing Patricia to see what she was seeing.

"Not much. I've pulled all the security footage from all subway exits that they could've gotten to, but nothing so far. It doesn't look like they got out that way. I just got the blueprints from the station the explosion happened in, looking now to see if there was another way out that we don't know about." Riley informed the boss.

Riley's worry for her friend made her frustration at the entire situation even worse. She was silently steaming at the fact that Mac had been taken over 36 hours ago and they had only now gotten the blueprints for the subway station where the events took place.

The door slamming open took her eyes off her computer and drew them towards the door. It was Jack, dressed and looking like he was ready to kill someone, even with the large bruise on his forehead and the sling supporting his left arm.

"Jack, what are you doing here? You should still be in the hospital." Patricia chastised him. The look the soldier gave let Riley know exactly what he response he was going to give the older woman.

"I checked myself out. And I am not leaving until we find my partner and bring him home. What have we got?" Jack unknowingly repeated Patricia's earlier question.

"A whole lot of nothing. The explosion has the entire city freaking out, including the local police force who are a little ticked off at not being aware there was a possibility that a bomb had been planted and are being very slow to cooperate. And I'm not finding where the terrorists took Mac and exited the tunnels." Riley explained to Jack.

"Jack, we've got every agent, not to mention all the police officers we can get out looking. We will find him. The best thing you can do right now, is go home and get some rest." Patricia tried to comfort him. It failed.

"I'm not leaving." Jack told her. His voice left no room for argument.

"Okay, then help Riley go through the blueprints." Jack knew Patricia was basically giving him the desk job, but if it helped finding Mac, then he was more than willing to do it.

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Hours later, Jack threw his empty coffee cup and watched as it shattered against the wall. Riley jumped in shock and looked around before seeing what had happened. In all honesty, she was surprised Jack managed to hold in his frustration as long as he did.

They had been sitting at their respective desks, going over security footage and blueprints for hours, looking for any sigh of MacGyver. Nothing, not even a glimpse.

"We'll find him." Riley said, but even she was starting to doubt it. At that moment, Patricia re-entered the room, hearing the shatter of glass.

"You guys need to go get some rest. You're not going to be any use to Mac if you can't even keep your eyes open, much less launch a rescue mission when we find him. And we will find him." Patricia told them.

Jack wanted to argue, but he didn't have the strength for that argument. His boss would win anyways, plus, his shoulder had been throbbing in pain for a couple of hours already. He didn't take any of the pain meds the doctor had given him out of fear they would make him pass out.

"Come on, Jack. We'll start again in the morning." Riley encouraged him. After Patricia promised them that she would have other agents looking while they were gone, and would inform them of any developments.

Riley had thought Jack, who apparently learned how to drive with one hand, would be taking her home, but instead, they ended up and Mac's and Bozer's. It was then Riley realized, that Mac's best friend and roommate still didn't know.

"You want to tell him, or should I?" Riley asked. Since Bozer had a crush on her, he might take bad news coming from her better. However, Jack was also friends with the man, and knew him way longer than she did.

"I will, I just," Jack stopped midsentence. Riley looked over and saw something she knew only Mac could probably do, make Jack lose control of his emotions, as tears were welling up in the soldier's eyes.

"You don't want to tell him by yourself. And you won't." Riley finished for him. Jack took a few moments to collect himself, and together, they entered the house.

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Mac slowly opened his eyes, well, eye. His left one was swollen shut, and he could feel blood running down it from the cut above his eyebrow. He briefly wondered how long he was out, and how much time had past since the explosion. It felt like days yet minutes all at the same time. He took a shaky breath through his mouth, which he was able to do as the terrorist removed the duct tape when he started the interrogation. Mac winced inwardly when he felt the pain in his ribs.

His abuser had taken his brass knuckles to his face, stomach, and chest. The easiest targets. Mac was pretty sure he had a few broken ribs, and was positive that he had a concussion, especially when he passed out.

"Finally awake I see. You know agent, passing out during a conversation is considered to be very rude." The thug told him. Mac looked up to see him, very blurry due to his concussion and the fact he only had one eye in use, standing in the doorway. He was the only Nex Cito member in the room, the other two apparently left after Mac had passed out.

"One, not much of conversation if only one person is talking," Mac pointed out, "And two, kidnapping someone and beating the crap out of them is also considered to be very rude."

The man gave Mac a sadistic smile, before holding what looked to be a rod or some kind and said, "Very true. Are you ready to talk yet? Or do I get to use this."

He pressed a button on the rod's handle, and Mac then realized what it was that his captor was holding. A cattle prod.

"No? Alright then." The man stuck his head out the door, calling for someone, but Mac didn't hear who or what his integrator said over the sound of his heart beating.

Normally, he remained cool in situations like this, because he had always known that Jack would come for him. Now, he wasn't so sure. He still had no clue if Jack was even alive or not. While the logical part of his brain told him that the injury he had gotten wasn't very seriously, the pessimistic part remembered the way his friend looked as he was sprawled on the subway floor, blood soaking his jacket as two pieces of shrapnel lodged in his shoulder.

The sound of more people entering the room drew Mac back to reality. The two men from before had rejoined them. They came over to the chair, untied the rope and pulled him to his feet. They led him to the right side of the room, and undid one of the cuffs.

Usually, that was the point where Mac would try to escape, but the interrogator held up the cattle prod to Mac's chest, warning him not to try anything. So he stood there and allowed his wrists to get cuffed in front of him, before they lifted his arms up and used the roped to tie the links of the handcuffs to a pipe above Mac's head that he didn't notice before.

When they were sure he wouldn't be able to escape, they two goons left, leaving Mac alone with the third man, who he still didn't know the identity of. The torturer came over to the agent, swinging the rod in his hand.

"Shall we begin then?"