No reaction.

Instead his head lolled to the left.

"Macgyver."

He slapped the boy in front of him on the cheek, but instead of waking him his head only lolled to the other side.

"Hey, Angus."

Still no reaction. He grabbed the boy's chin with a fierce grip. A little moan came from beneath the gag, but nothing more.

"Come on, Angus."

The boy's eyes were half way down, no focus, just blurry. He slapped him carefully on the cheeks again, but still, the boy was too far away to actually process what was going on around him.

Maybe a little too much of chloroform in such a short time.

With a strong rip, he tore the tape away. The blond boy winced in pain as his skin stuck to the strong glue of the tape. Then he gripped the kid by his chin again, forcing his head in a straight position. Macgyver closed his eyes shut.

"Angus, do me a favour and breathe for me. Could you do this for me, please?"

He watched the boy for another second, but with the force he needed to keep Macgyver's head from lolling to the side he knew the boy wouldn't breathe. He was still out from two times chloroform in a row. It had definitely been too much.

He waved to one of his lackeys behind him.

Another splash of water was sent to the boy's face.

Macgyver didn't even react to it, he didn't even really cough. Instead his head lolled forward, stopping right on his chest, wet hair falling into his face. Drops of water made their way from his strands to his trousers.

The man lunged for the wet hair, pulling the boy's head up. His eyes were almost closed right now.

Yes, definitely too much chloroform.

With a sigh he let go of the wet, blond strands. Macgyver's head ended up on his chest, moving up and down with every little breathe.

"Get me the adrenaline."

"Could you please sit down, Dalton!"

Jack was running around in circles since they all have gathered in the briefing room. With a loud sigh and driving his hands through his short hair he let himself fall in one of the armchairs. Riley was claiming another one, tipping on her net book, Bozer was sitting on its armrest, face resting in his hands.

"We are all on the edge regarding Macgyver, but this is driving me crazy", Matty commented as she gifted Jack with a fierce look. But as much as she was playing her hard side, Jack could see her concerns and worries in her eyes immediately.

"I told you it was a bad idea!", Jack whispered through his hands quietly.

"I know, Dalton", Matty answered, "But this is not helping right now. Especially not Macgyver."

"So what are we supposed to do?", Bozer asked, desperation hearable, "Mac is actually gone, we don't know where he is."

Matty turned away from them. Jack knew it was because of her own desperation. She didn't know what to do as well. And she definitely didn't want the others to see it. She had to remain the cover of staying strong and clear-minded.

"Riley, you got something for us?", she asked.

Now, the attention was on Riley. "I tried to track the phone, but the last signal was in the factory where we found our guy", she said, not even looking up from the screen, "Since then it wasn't switched on anymore."

"So he turned it off?", Bozer asked.

"Don't think so", Jack guessed, "Maybe he was forced to give it to his escort service and they turned it off, or –"

"Or he was forced to smash it", Riley ended his thoughts, "This is both highly likely as I'm not able to get any signal from it."

Bozer sighed in despair. "So he left his transmitter with this guy he killed and switched his phone off", he blew out some air, "Wow."

Silence.

Bozer was the one to break it.

"You think something bad happened?"

There. Someone said what everyone thought.

Normally Jack fire back right away, would tell him that he was so wrong and Mac was fine. That his boy was actually doing a great job and would work out some cool gadget with a paper clip, some chewing gum, the aluminium wrap around it and a battery to contact them. Jack really wished for that.

But it was nothing more than a wish.

Jack knew it.

He started to massage his hands, his eyes locked on the ground.

They were contacted with a phone, that had been lying in a locker for almost a year now, switched off. They found a guy that admitted to switching it on, getting his orders from who knows who, but then ended up being "killed", because he knew too much. He was the test for Mac to convince them he was actually Murdoc, now they lost all trace of him.

As Jack said this all out loud, he knew the conclusion to all his summary.

It was all for Mac.

It was all to lure out Mac and get him on his own.

It has been about Mac from the beginning.

The man had enjoyed the way Macgyver reacted to the adrenaline. But first of all, getting the syringe and pierce it through the tender skin of the boy's neck felt awesome.

Yes, he knew what he loved about his "job". About kidnapping people.

He didn't have to wait for the reaction.

As adrenaline was used for dead people to come back to life in combination with CPR, Macgyver's body reacted way more, just for the fact he was still alive. Within seconds his breaths got deeper and he started to come around. As his head moved up a little, the man knew it was his time.

"Hello, Angus", he said with a dramatic voice.

The blond boy in front of him actually reacted to his name. Even though his eyes were glassy, the man got the feeling that he was really searching for the origin of the voice talking to him. Finally Macgyver locked eyes with him. With a last effort he kept his head from lolling back once again.

Yes, it had been too much chloroform.

"So nice you're finally back with us", he continued, "You worried us quite a little."

Macgyver took a few seconds to process the words, eyes blurry. The man noticed him trying to reach for his head, but found himself unable to. With uncoordinated movements Macgyver started to take in his environment, finally noticing the position he was in right at this moment. And it didn't take much longer for him to actually start struggling against his bonds.

The man enjoyed the view.

After some ineffective tries Macgyver stopped. With a calm face he looked up to him.

"What do you want?" His voice was hoarse.

He was surprised. The boy didn't even ask about the fact that he knew he was not Murdoc. That his "contract" actually got him in this situation. But yes, this was a professional sitting in front of him. What was he expecting? "Normally, people ask me who I am first."

"This information would not get me anywhere", Macgyver answered. The man was not sure if the boy was just calm or just a very good actor. Wasn't he not afraid of the fact that he was lured here? Away from his team? All alone? Or hasn't he even processed it, was he missing out some important aspects because of the chloroform? Either way it unsettled him.

But he was a professional as well. And he knew how to get Macgyver where he wanted him.

On the edge.

"Okay then, such a pity", he played along. Macgyver eyed him wearily.

"As I said before I want to have a little chat with you", he continued, "About old Daddy Macgyver."

The reaction was not what he had expected…