The next morning...
"Sam, not now," MacGyver grumbled to his son, still too tired to get out of bed.
"But dad. The view is great. The sunrise is perfect!!"
"Okay, that's nice. Take some pictures, and I'll look at it later." MacGyver mumbled.
He was answered by a chair cushion thrown in his direction.
"Does it feel good to be home?" Sam asked his dad.
"What home? This is a hotel. I moved out of my apartment ... remember!" MacGyver said. Then he sat up and, feeling more awake added, "Just so I could go on a bunch o' lousy trips with you!"
"Yeah," said Sam, joining in on the joke. "They were lousy ... weren't they."
"Are you kidding? They weren't lousy, they were terrible!!"
"You liked it, huh?"
"Yeah, it was fun. You seemed to like it, too."
Sam looked surprised. "Who, me? Oh, come on. Who likes traveling with a broken down old man?!"
Sam was answered by the chair cushion flying back in his direction. "Do you think Mr. Thornton will be happy to see you?"
"I hope so! I've worked so hard at keeping it a surprise."
"Nah. He hasn't heard from you. He probably just thinks you've abandoned him ..."
MacGyver pointed at Sam, "I think that's been just about enough out of you." Then MacGyver jumped out of bed, and proceeded to tackle Sam. Then they both grabbed some pillows, and went on to fight. As they were playing, they both erupted in shrieks and laughter. Suddenly ...
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
"Think you could quiet down in there!! There are some of us who don't get up until daytime."
"Oops," Sam whispered.
"Sorry," MacGyver called back.
But they both broke out into another laughing fit - trying their hardest to keep the sound down. When they had calmed down, MacGyver asked Sam, "I didn't know it was so early. What time is it?"
"Dad! We were talking about the sunrise! It's about 6 - 6:30."
MacGyver looked at the clock himself ... 6:17.
"Well, I guess we should've been quiet. You comin' with me to see Pete today?"
"Nah. You two should have some time alone, and talk. You haven't seen each other in three years. You don't need a pesky son being a bother."
"Yeah, pesky's right," MacGyver said. Just loud enough so Sam could hear him.
"What was that, dad?" Sam asked.
"Oh, nothing," MacGyver said, with an innocent smile.
"Uh huh ..." Sam said, rolling his eyes.
"So, what ARE you gonna' do today?" MacGyver asked.
"Oh ... I think maybe I'll go down to the beach... Go for a swim... Do a little surfing..."
"Check out some of the girls..." MacGyver added.
"Well, while I'm there..." Sam chuckled.
"So, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Oh, I don't know. What do you want?" Sam asked.
"I'm not really that hungry. Kinda' nervous about seein' Pete." MacGyver admitted.
"Nervous? Why?"
"I don't know," MacGyver said, as if he was trying to figure it out.
"Worried that you two have grown apart as friends?" Sam suggested.
"No, it's just something. Guess I'll find out, though. Huh?"
"Yep! How 'bout let's try that little restaurant down the street? The one called ... uh ..."
"'The Big Little Diner'" MacGyver said.
"Yeah, that's the one. Sorry, I forgot. You would know it. Have you eaten there before?"
"Uh huh. It's a nice place. I'll get dressed, then let's go."
"'Kay!"
~~~~~
Later that afternoon...
Sam's down on the beach … checking for girls, MacGyver thought to himself. And I'm here. About to talk to my old friend, again. What should I say? 'Hi Pete. Good to see ya'!' Then what? ... He's definitely not expecting me!! That's for sure. But was it such a good idea to keep it a secret? ... Yes! Of course it was. He's my friend. There's no reason for me to be nervous...
MacGyver walked a few more blocks, on his way to Pete's house.
So, why am I?
When MacGyver reached Pete's house, he put his nervouseness aside, and knocked. When no one came to the door, he knocked again. He didn't want to say anything. Didn't want to reveal himself 'till the last minute. Suddenly, a horrible thought crossed his mind. Maybe this was why he was so nervous? Maybe something was wrong, he just hadn't realized it? Maybe he had known that, and that's why he was so nervous?
Oh, that's good, MacGyver! Now you're letting your mind run away with you. Ya' know, that used to be a good thing. It's gettin' to be kinda' dangerous now'a'days. Just stop thinkin' bad things. Think positive!! He's probably busy. Probably got something to do.
MacGyver knocked again.
Like what? Everytime you called - since he retired - he's always said he was really, really bored ... So, maybe he came up with something to do! ... Would he?
MacGyver knocked again. That feeling of dread was growing inside him. He had had this feeling before. But where's it from? MacGyver thought for a minute. Maybe just a peek. Just a small peek. Maybe Pete fell asleep?
He put his hand on the knob.
What are you doing? Just because you come back to L.A. for a week, doesn't mean you have to get paranoid!
Having made his decision, MacGyver turned, and started to leave.
But your nerves are only gonna' be calmed one way...
MacGyver turned, and went inside. What he saw shocked him. The placed was totally trashed.
Why? Why did there have to be something wrong? I'm never right. Why did I have to be right? I didn't want to be right! ... Well, guess I still got the knack for finding trouble! ... Ha! That's for sure!
MacGyver took a look around. He had hoped to find Pete among the mess. After discovering that Pete wasn't there, he sighed, and decided to go tell the police. He was walking back to the front door, when he saw a note. Pinned up, on the inside of the door. He went over to it, and took it down.
Glad you're back, MacGyver. I've missed you!
Police? I wouldn't, if I were you!!
Let me guess ... you want Peter back, don't you?
Okay! He's at a private airport. I think you know
where!
Know who I am yet? Let's just say, we've met a
couple times!
Cliff ... explosion ... fire ... pictures!
See ya' later ... MacGyver!!
"Murdoc..." MacGyver sighed. No police. He shook his head, "Welcome back, Mac. Just like always!"