Hello everyone! I know, it's been like years, but I was thinking about the story and this just sort of came to me. Maybe I'll finish it. At least I've started thinking about it again. Review would be wonderful, and thank you to all the people who reviewed it even when I wasn't updating!

Kelly Meets MacGyver

Chapter Four

MacGyver sat there, starring at the phone. He had to do something, but what? No way to get in contact with Pete. No way to get in contact with the outside world. Murdoc had the advantage of surprise, and if he had Kelly, he had the advantage of a hostage. Think, MacGyver! Think! He ran a hand through his hair.

Mrs. Walker and Amy were staring at him. He had never responded to her question. At the moment he didn't want her to do anything. If either of them were hurt, he could never forgive himself.

A knock on the door echoed through the cabin.

MacGyver started. Murdoc? He wouldn't just knock of the door, would he?

The knock came again.

Mrs. Walker glanced toward the door. "Should I answer it?"

"Is there anyone that lives near here? Could it be a neighbor or anything like that?" Mac asked.

Mrs. Walker shook her head.

"Hello in there! I work for the Phoenix Foundation, open up!"

Mac took a deep breath. That wasn't Murdoc's voice, but Murdoc was a master at disguise.

"Isn't that the place you work for?" Amy asked.

He nodded. "Yep."

"Then that's help." Mrs. Walker headed for the door, still holding the shotgun.

MacGyver beat her to it. "I don't know if that's help or not. Just stay back." He turned back to the door. If it was Murdoc on the other side, he was in a heap of trouble.

He opened the door. "Murdoc."

"You!" His voice changed into the voice MacGyver had come to fear. Murdoc threw a punch. MacGyver stepped back just in time. A kick in the side made him gasp. He stumbled backward, the breath knocked out of him.

"Freeze!" Mrs. Walker cocked the shotgun.

Murdoc stopped, but continued to glare at MacGyver. "M'am, I need you to put that gun down."

"Who are you?" Mrs. Walker's grip on the shotgun tightened.

MacGyver could see Amy standing behind her mother, gripping her arm. He wasn't sure what Murdoc's game was, but he wasn't going to let him hurt those two. His ribs ached. It hurt to breath.

"My name is Murdoc. I work for the Phoenix Foundation. This man here is killer. He escaped from me only an hour ago. You might have heard the crash." At this point, Murdoc grinned at him.

MacGyver wished Mrs. Walker could have seen that grin. It was one of those smiles that instilled fear.

"I have ID if you would like me to show you," Murdoc said.

Mrs. Walker hesitated. "Put them on the floor."

He reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out a wallet. He dropped it to the floor. Amy hesitantly stepped forward and picked it up. She held it open for Mrs. Walker while she looked at it.

Mac could tell from the look on her face that Murdoc had created some very convincing ID. Maybe even his. He could have found it near the accident.

"Alright, but he says he works for the Phoenix Foundation too." She motioned with the muzzle of her gun at MacGyver.

Murdoc shook his head. "Really? I bet you're going by MacGyver aren't you? The name of the last operative you killed." His voice was so full of hate. "You're not getting out of this one. I'll get you for what you've done."

Mrs. Walker was buying all of it.

"Don't listen to him," MacGyver said at last. "He's lying."

Mrs. Walker glanced between the two of them. She turned the shotgun away from Murdoc, the muzzle pointed at MacGyver. "I'm sorry for doubting you, Mr. Murdoc. I won't hinder you."

MacGyver closed his eyes, and sighed. What else could he have expected? Here he was, beat up and bloody, with no ID, and then Murdoc with everything to make him look like the real deal.

Murdoc shoved him into the wall. "Don't try anything." He brushed his jacket back to reveal the ever present handgun.

Like he would. He took slow breaths, breathing through his teeth. There had to be a way out.

Murdoc pulled some rope from somewhere. He forced him around and tied his hands behind his back. "Have you called the police?"

Mrs. Walker shook her head. "The phones weren't working."

"Cut the phone lines, did you?" He jerked at the rope, and they cut into MacGyver's wrists.

He tried not to flinch. "That's more in your line of work, isn't it?"

Murdoc jerked the rope again. "Shut up."

"What are you going to do with him?" Amy asked.

He pushed MacGyver in front of him. "Take him back to my car. The car phone should still be working, and I'll wait to be picked up."

"Then why didn't you call for backup?" Mrs. Walker asked.

"What?"

"Before you came here. Why didn't you call for backup?"

MacGyver smiled. Score!

"I didn't have time." Murdoc sighed. "I saw him take off and followed."

Why did he always have to be so smooth?

Mrs. Walker nodded.

"Thank you for all your help. Someone will be contacting you later." Murdoc pushed him toward the door. MacGyver could feel the muzzle of Murdoc's handgun pressed into his back.

They were on the porch, and down the steps in an instant. Hope faded away.

"C'mon, ask. You must want to know what happened to the girl."

MacGyver inhaled sharply. "If you hurt her. . ."

"What? What would you really do?" The muzzle pressed harder into his back.

They were in the trees now.

Murdoc did that evil laugh of his. Mac flinched. "What would you really do, MacGyver. Don't you see it's all over?"

"What did you do with her, Murdoc?"

"She safe and sound back at the mine shaft. I believe you know the one."

He could remember passing some sort of cave, but everything was blurry. It had been right after the crash.

"I'm surprised you brought a child along."

That was the weird thing. He hadn't. He still had no idea how Kelly had ended up in his backseat. He hoped she wasn't too badly hurt after the crash. She was just a kid. And now he had gotten her mixed up in all this.