Hey hey hey! Chapter four is here! It's a little shorter than the last two have been, but we get both Mac and Jack in this one! :D

AlSo caN We TAlK abOUt How WE wON anD GoT a SeCOnD SEaSon?! I was flipping out so much, mostly internally, but I definitely was geeking out enough in class that I was getting weird looks ;) Don't care though, because we did it, guys!

Anyway, small freakout over, onto Chapter 4!

I don't own anything about this amazing show, but the OC's are mine :)

Jack wandered up and down the aisles of the store, grabbing just the bare minimum he felt like they needed. He picked up a few sandwiches, some Russian soda, as well as some bottled water. He wasn't offended at all that Anja had wanted Mac to stay behind with her; after all, Jack had been the one to freak her out by trying to push her into their car. Looking back on it now, he realized that wasn't the smartest idea, but at least they had been able to get over it. And truth be told, if he were as shaken as Anja was, he'd want Mac to stay with him too. The kid just had a more calming personality.

As Jack put the last item in his basket, he happened to glance up at the TVs that were hanging from the ceiling. The majority of them were security feeds, but one of them was the news channel. His eyes widened as he saw a video of him, Mac, and Anja running away from the alley. He couldn't read the subtitles they had on, but when Agent Dunn's photo showed up on the screen, Jack figured the story was anything but true.

He set his basket down in the middle of the aisle, ignoring the angry mutterings of the other shoppers around him. The older American headed for the doors of the shop, pulling out his sat phone to try and get ahold of Mac before realizing he had the only sat phone. He cursed and ran over to his car, pressing the fob to unlock the doors. He turned the key in the ignition while simultaneously putting on his seatbelt. Once both of those tasks were done and the car's engine was purring, Jack shoved the car into drive and peeled out of the parking lot, speeding towards the motel.

By the time Jack pulled into the motel's parking lot, he doubted even the most proficient boy scout would be able to beat the number of knots that were twisted in Jack's stomach. He threw the car into park and yanked the key out of the ignition, springing from the driver's seat as if he had received an electrical shock. He shut the door and began jogging towards their building, cursing the fact that the building was the last one in the lot, and his parking spot happened to be one of the furthest from the building.

As the building finally came into sight, Jack noticed an eerie stillness surrounding the place, and he hoped and prayed that something, anything would make a sound, something to let him know that his partner and Anja were still in the room. He didn't slow down as he neared the door, but before he could open it, it was flung open and someone came out. The man who had just exited the building began running at Jack, raising his gun and aiming it at him.

Jack's eyes widened and he ducked out of the way of the weapon, smacking the other man's arm up and away as they got within hitting distance of each other. He hit the man's arm with enough force that it knocked the gun out of his hand, and it clattered to the ground. There was a moment when both men stared at it, then the man who was attacking Jack lunged for the gun, while Jack sprang for his attacker, intent on not letting him get the gun back in his hands.

Jack tackled the man to the ground; his attacker wasn't any bigger than he was, and Jack had taken down plenty of men much bigger than him. He needed to find out where Mac and Anja were, giving him a righteous cause to fight for, which made his fighting all the more powerful.

They both got up and squared off, each waiting for the other to make a move. Jack's hand was itching to grab his gun from its holster, but he resisted; he wanted to avoid a gun going off at all costs to bypass any scenes they may cause if they were caught with guns. He saw his attacker move suddenly, and Jack realized he was grabbing a backup gun. That made up Jack's mind; he immediately gripped his own gun and pulled it out, firing a quick shot before the man could fire his own weapon.

Jack's aim was true; his shot hit the man on the hand, causing him to yell in pain and drop his backup weapon. He clutched at his bleeding hand, groaning in pain and glaring at Jack as if there were a way he could kill him with his gaze.

"Sorry," Jack said very unapologetically. He walked over and punched the man in the face, hard enough to knock him unconscious with the one blow. He quickly patted the man down, removing another small gun, as well as a few knives from off his captive. Jack then took off the Russian's belt, wrapping it around his wrists a few times to make a DIY restraint. "Mac would be proud of that," Jack thought to himself.

Jack saw people begin to poke their heads out of their windows, and he knew he had precious little time before more and more people showed up. He sprinted for the door to the building and yanked it open, bolting down the hallway to their room. His stomach sank when he saw that it was open, and he had to stop himself from punching a hole in the wall when he saw their room. It was obvious there had been a struggle, and as Jack was looking around at the havoc, he noticed something on the floor. He quickly bent down and picked it up, cursing when he recognized the flash-bang grenade. He knew Mac and Anja weren't here anymore, so he ran back outside to the unconscious man on the ground.

Just as Jack had feared, more and more people began appearing, trying to see what the gunshot had been about, and they all began muttering and pointing at Jack. He knew that if they had been watching the news, they probably recognized him; sometimes he wished that when people recognized him it was because of something good he'd done.

He bent down and picked up the unconscious man, carrying him fireman style towards his car, once again pulling out the keys and unlocking the doors; he then gently lowered his prisoner into the backseat and shut the door. Once that was done, he hurried around to the driver's seat, turned the car on, and drove out of the parking lot as fast as he could.

As he was driving away, Jack glanced at the unconscious man with the bloody hand in his backseat. He figured he should probably bandage the man's hand, but he would worry about that when they stopped. For now, he was mainly focused on getting the two of them far enough away from everything so that they could talk in peace. "Okay bub," he muttered darkly. "Let's hear what you've got to say."

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The van came to a halt rather suddenly, and MacGyver and Anja were tossed forward once again, unable to keep their balance due to not having the use of their arms or legs. Mac grunted as the side of his head hit something hard, but thanks to the blindfold, he couldn't see what it was. His nose was still throbbing, but from what he could tell, it had stopped bleeding, thankfully. The van's engine was turned off, and Mac heard the stomping of heavy boots coming towards them. After a moment, he heard the side doors of the van being opened, and the wind rushed in to greet them, causing him to shiver slightly.

"Get them up," he heard Wilder say. Mac's ankles were grabbed and he felt the ropes being cut off. He was then grabbed by the front of his coat and hauled upright. Mac turned his head, trying to listen for any sign of where they could be. The only thing he heard was the rushing wind, and Anja's grunting as she struggled with the men untying her. Mac was shoved from behind, sending him tumbling out of the van. He landed on the ground, grunting as his chin scraped the asphalt. Mac's nose began pulsating wildly, sending signals to Mac's brain and letting it know that being thrown on their face was not good for the safety of their already-hurt-nose.

Wilder growled an order in Russian and MacGyver was once more pulled to his feet. He was pushed forward, and he took a few halting steps, not sure of where to put his foot.

The wind was howling around him, and his shivering began to get worse, his body desperately trying to keep itself warm in the harsh weather. He heard a door open, it's hinges creaking and squawking loudly in protest, as if the building was trying to keep the cold out as well. MacGyver was pushed through the door, and he heard Anja behind him; from what he could hear, it sounded like she tripped while coming through the door. He turned around instinctively to try and help her, but as soon as he made the move to turn around, someone's fist connected with his cheekbone, forcing him to turn back around. "So much for my nose having stopped bleeding," Mac groaned inwardly as he felt something warm once more begin to come out of his nose as a result of the punch.

The two prisoners were forced down a hallway, and MacGyver couldn't help but notice that even though they were inside, it didn't seem to be getting much warmer. His single coat wasn't doing much to ward off the chills, and Mac's shivers didn't lessen at all; if anything, they almost seemed to be getting worse.

Off to his right, Mac heard another door squeaking open. He was pulled to a stop and turned to the right, then shoved forward, towards what he could only assume was the newly opened room. He was once again shoved forward, losing his balance a bit and stumbling into the wall.

"Sit down," Mac heard Wilder growl before he felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders, forcing him to the ground. His feet and knees were tied together again, and the blindfold and gag were not removed. Mac felt someone going through his pockets, extracting his Swiss Army knife and his lock-picking kit. He heard Wilder scoff slightly, and mutter something about "predictability."

MacGyver strained his ears, listening for any indication Anja was in the same room as him, but he didn't hear anything. The only thing he heard were heavy footsteps, then the door squawked again, indicating it was being closed.

The door was shut, but MacGyver was still able to hear basically everything going on outside his room. He heard Wilder begin speaking with someone, but when he didn't hear anyone else besides Wilder, he assumed the man was on the phone.

"Anatoly, I've got them." There was a pause, then the American continued. "Well, no. Not all of them. Dalton wasn't with them when we got there, but we got MacGyver and the girl." Another pause, then, "No sir. Yes, we're waiting for you here. Yessir, I left Alex at the motel for when Dalton gets back. They'll all be here when you get here."

With that, the conversation stopped, and Mac could only assume that either the phone call had been ended, or Wilder had moved out of his hearing range. He listened for a minute, and when he didn't hear anything outside, he immediately began wiggling around, trying to loosen the ropes around his wrists at all. They were tied too tight though, and he could tell that all he was doing was digging the ropes deeper and deeper into his wrists. He finally stopped and just sat there, listening.

They say when one of your senses goes, the others are heightened. I couldn't see what was around me, but I could smell, hear, and feel things just fine.

The air smelled dank, and the walls were cold and slightly wet. He also smelled what he thought smelled like wet hay, but he pushed that aside for the time being. Mac strained his ears again, and he heard something that made him smile through his gag. There was a drip drip drip of a leaky pipe or something somewhere close by, and Mac began scooting around as best as he could towards the noise, until he finally felt the cold water touch his arms. He wriggled around and then sat against the wall, letting the water drip onto the ropes and his arms. He wiggled his wrists a little, and while he figured his idea would probably work, he knew he was going to have to wait longer than just fifteen seconds, especially since his wrists were doubly swollen thanks to the tightness of the ropes around his wrists.

I would say time to get comfortable to wait this out, but knowing how cold I was about to get, and seeing as how there really is no comfortable way to sit on this cement floor, all I can say is "time to wait."

Thoughts?