Stolen Treasure

by DreamWvr73

Tragedy strikes and MacGyver, Gillian, Min and Johnny have to team up and work together.

2. Stolen Treasure Chapter Two

Johnny was behind the wheel of the Nomad. The lights were off as they sped down the highway towards Los Angeles. Min kept glancing over her shoulder at the road, she was checking to see if the Land Rover was behind them or if they were being followed by Christina and her mercenaries. The dark road was empty.

"I don't see anyone, not even Gillian and Mac." Min checked to make sure Evan was all right. The little baby boy was sound asleep; his head slumped to one side.

Johnny checked the rear view mirror. He did not see one headlight. "You knew they were going to decoy the kidnappers Min, that's probably what they're doing." He glanced at the empty road again, silently wondering to himself if his friends were all right.

Min swallowed hard as she turned back around in her seat. "I just hope everything is okay. We didn't even see them come out of the warehouse."

"I know." Johnny reached down and finally turned on the headlights. "We'll get to a phone and call Pete and the police. If they are in trouble they're going to need help."

Gillian's heart was racing as she looked straight ahead through the disintegrated windshield. The cold night wind was blowing on her face and through her hair. She glanced down at the dashboard and saw the temperature indicator; the needle was in the red. "Oh no."

"What?" A weak voice suddenly rang out from behind her.

"The engine's heating up."

MacGyver reached up and put a bloody hand on the back of the driver's seat. He lifted himself up and leaned back against the seat. He had absolutely no energy and he tilted his head back. "They probably shot the radiator full of holes."

"I know but we aren't even out of the woods yet, if this keeps up we won't make it to home."

 "We'll go as far as we can and call for help." Mac closed his eyes; he was beginning to get very sleepy.

The Land Rover was starting to sputter, the speed started to drop. Gillian looked down at the temperature gage. The needle was beyond the red. She heard the unmistakable hiss and saw the long trails of steam starting to come from under the hood. "Great."

The engine sputtered again and died. Gillian pulled over on the side of the road, she pressed the brake and the vehicle came to a stop. She put it in park and turned the key, there was nothing, not one engine sound. She tried it again and still there was nothing. She pounded on the steering wheel with her fists. "No! Come on start!" She turned the key once more but got the same results. The engine was dead.

"It's no use Gill, we aren't going anywhere." Mac lifted his head and looked around. The dark dense woods were all around them, they were the only car on the side of the road. "Come on, we have to get this car out of sight."

Mac opened the car door; he set his left foot down on the gravel. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the door. He pulled himself out of the car. His leg could not support his weight; he fell on his side onto the gravel.

"Mac!"

Gillian opened the driver's side door and crouched down. She touched her husband's face. "Are you all right?"

MacGyver sighed; he didn't even have the strength to get up. "Oh fine, I'm the world's tallest piece of Swiss cheese that can't get up. I'm just peachy." He smiled at her but it did nothing to make the young woman feel better. He could see this in her face and he reached up and gently placed a hand on her cheek. "I'm a mess Gill but I'm going to make it."

Gillian took the hand that was on her face and kissed it gently. "Come on, let's get you up." She leaned forward and put her arms around him. She moved him towards her and used her legs to push them both up. Mac leaned heavily against his wife as he stood.  His knees felt like rubber and he buried his head in her shoulder. "We have to find someplace to hide."

"I know, maybe there is a place around here." She turned to the side and draped her husband's right arm across her shoulders. She had a strong grip around his waist as they left the Land Rover and headed into the woods.

MacGyver and Gillian had walked for a few miles into the woods. Mac's limp was getting worse and he couldn't take much more walking.

"We have to stop."

He was breathing hard and covered in sweat. His leg was screaming in pain.

Gillian stopped, they were in a clearing. She too was out of breath; her right arm was throbbing miserably. "Come on, let's take a break."

She took her husband's arm from around her neck and walked around him. She put her hands under his arms and helped him carefully sit down. MacGyver landed on the pine needle covered forest floor with a thud. He pressed his hand to the hole in his thigh. "Every step feels like someone grinding a broken bottle into my leg."

Gillian saw the round hole in his jeans. She grabbed the denim with both hands and stretched it, making the hole bigger. She stuck her fingers into it and felt around. "Well the bullet went right through."

Mac flinched as she touched the wound. "Yeah I know." He saw her arm and touched it. He saw the entrance wound but there was no exit. "Looks like the bullet is still in your arm."

The young woman bit her lip and winced in pain. "Probably."

MacGyver leaned back and touched his hand to his pocket. He pulled out a white handkerchief. He unfolded it completely. He took a hold of both of the ends and spun it around. He carefully put it around his wife's arm and tied it tight. "There."

Gillian put her hand over the handkerchief. "Thanks." She licked her lips and pressed them together. "When we find someplace to hide I'll take a look at your other wound."

MacGyver wasn't looking forward to that. He reached up and touched it, feeling that his t-shirt was wet with blood. The wound was still bleeding. "Yeah."

"And then I'll come back and hide the Land Rover."

"Okay, we better get moving then."

Gillian stood up and reached out to her husband. He grabbed a hold of both of her hands. She hauled him to his feet and quickly grabbed a hold of him. Together the couple continued their search for shelter.

"That's our only option?"

"Yeah I think so Gill. It's either this cabin or the dirt."

Gillian shook her head. "I think the dirt would be better." She looked at her husband and the terrible shape he was in. "Let's pray no one's home."

It was a dilapidated little brown shack that looked like it was frequented by Smoky the Bear and his friends. The little log cabin had two windows in the front that had animal skin curtains. There were antlers strung all over the front porch and the front door. There was a grey cobblestone chimney that was also decorated with the pelts of animals.

"Who lives here?"

MacGyver wrinkled his nose. "Charles Manson from the looks of it."

"Oh that eases my mind."
They made it to the front door and knocked on it. There was no answer and Gillian reached out and touched the door knob. She turned it and found it to be locked.

"Got your knife handy?"

Mac touched his pants pocket and found his knife. He opened the long blade and stuck it into the lock. He jiggled the knife and turned the knob. The door creaked open and the couple simply stood there trying to make out what they could in the dark. A strong odor of must, mildew and dead animal pelts hit the couple hard and nearly knocked the two of them down.

MacGyver put his hand over his mouth and nose. "Oh man! It smells like warmed over death in here!"

Gillian waved at the air in front of her face. "The first thing we are going to do is open some windows!"

She took a match out of her pocket and flicked it; the small light helped them see. The first thing they saw a small table with a lantern on top of it. She left her husband leaning the door frame and picked the lantern up. She lifted the glass, touching her match to the wick. She turned it up and the room began to fill with light.

The outside wasn't nearly as bad as the inside. Besides the table there was a small kitchen area with an old fashioned pump handle sink and a few cabins. The small round white fridge looked like something from the 50s.

The furniture in the living room was made of massive tree trunks and looked very stiff and hard. The set sat in front of the fireplace. In the far corner was a double bed with a multi squared quilt and two flat pillows.

MacGyver sighed as he looked around. "Well it's charming in that lone nut kind of way."

"Yeah tell me about it." Gillian sighed and helped her husband walk over to the bed. She sat him down on it and a huge cloud of dust was kicked up. He looked up at her and raised both of his eyebrows.

"Kind of dusty."

"Yeah, sorry." She helped him stand once again and pulled the quilt off the bed. She gave it a good shaking out before draping it back over the bed. She sat him back down on the bed. "Better?"

"Much, thanks." He laid back on the bed with a sigh.

"I'm going to start a small fire so this place will warm up." Gillian walked over to the fireplace; there was a large split wicker basket next to it filled with yellowing newspapers and rotting logs. She picked up a newspaper and looked at the headline. "War in Korea over." She checked the date. "July 27th, 1953."

MacGyver shook his head slowly. "I hope someone has been in this cabin since then."

"Not by the looks of it." Gillian stuck the newspaper in the fireplace and placed a couple of logs on top of it. She took another match out of her pocket and dragged it against the grey stone. She touched the flame to the newspaper. It began to burn and the logs caught on, making a nice fire.

"There, heat and light."

Gillian went back over to her husband; he had his arm draped across his forehead. She knelt down and touched his face. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

"How ya feeling Baby?"

Mac gave his wife a tiny smile. "Like I got shot twice."

"You were shot twice."

"Well then that explains the weakness and the overwhelming urge I have to go to sleep."

Gillian sighed and leaned her head on his stomach. "I'm going to go hide the Land Rover and get Johnny's big medical kit out of it. It's just like the one he uses for work. I should be able to use some stuff from it to patch you up."

MacGyver wanted very much to go help his wife but he knew there was no way he could. He was way too weak and tired to even get out of that bed. "You can't do that on your own Gill."

Gillian nodded. "I know but I have to. You stay here and get some rest." She looked over at the small kitchen and saw the cabinets. "Maybe there is some canned food or something in there."

The young woman got up and walked over to the kitchen. There were two cabinets on top and two on the bottom of the sink. She started with the top ones, they were empty. She bent over and moved a pair of red and white checkered curtains aside. She pulled back a pair of doors and smiled widely when she saw what was inside.

"Hey Mac check it out!"

The bottom cabinets were filled with jars of canned fruits and vegetables. She picked up a large mason jar of pickled peaches. "You like peaches don't you?"

MacGyver saw the jar; it was a little dusty on top. "Yeah, my mom used to can some very year."

Gillian went over to the sink and lifted the ancient handle. It came down slowly and a stream of water came out. She touched it to the jar washing off the dust.  "We got water."

Gillian walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge. She turned the jar head, popping the seal. She unscrewed the lid and sniffed the contents. "Well they smell like peaches." She stuck her fingers in the jar and got one out. She took a small bite. "And they taste like peaches." She offered it to her husband; he took a bite out of it.

"Pretty good, reminds me of my mom's."

Gillian handed the jar to her husband. "Here, eat a few of these. I'll be back as soon as I can." She leaned down and kissed his lips gently. They were peach flavored and this made her laugh a little. "A peachy kiss. You just try and stay awake, okay?"

MacGyver got another peach out of the jar and started eating it. "Okay."

"I'll see if Johnny has anything else we can use in the Land Rover." She brushed her husband's hair away from his face. "I'll be right back."

Gillian added two more logs to the fire and left the cabin.

Gillian managed to push the Land Rover into the woods; she covered it with long branches and foliage. She knew that Christina and her hoodlums were going to be coming after them. It was only a matter of time. She was not about to make them easy to find.

She had gotten Johnny's black kit out of the Land Rover. She crawled over the backseat and much to her surprise and delight she found a few items for camping. There was a pair of sleeping bags, a flashlight, another lantern, a box with a few pouches of freeze dried food and a small pot and pan. She also saw two large canteens. She looked everything over and sighed.

"Johnny Gage, I owe you a big kiss."

Gillian started gathering everything up and setting it down on the ground. The dark night was quiet, except for the sounds of animals and crickets. She picked up the flashlight and turned it on; looking around the area she was in. It was very creepy; the trees looked unfriendly and foreboding. The long shadows cast by the moon only added to it. She swallowed hard when she heard a rustling noise coming from behind her. She whipped around and shined the light in the trees. It was a small brown rabbit. She breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Come on Gill, relax. You've got to get all this back to the cabin."

Gillian turned the flashlight off and set it on the hood. She picked up a sleeping bag and started to untie the string around it partially. She undid it enough to make a large loop and put it diagonally across her chest. She did the same thing with the other one. She bent down and picked up the small box. She had it in one hand and bent down and picked up the black medical kit. She put the flashlight into the small box and looked around. She made sure the Land Rover was well camouflaged before heading back to the cabin.

MacGyver set his jar of peaches down on the floor. He swung his legs carefully around the side of the bed and sat up. He touched the two ends of his open jacket and carefully took it off. His white t-shirt had turned red with blood. He set his jacket down on the bed and looked down at his left leg. He started untying the belt that Gillian had put around it. He closed his eyes briefly and sighed. His head felt light and a wave of dizziness suddenly shifted the room. He squeezed his eyes shut against it. He laid back on the bed and waited for it to pass.

The cabin door opened and Gillian walked into it, she saw her husband's legs. "Mac what are you doing?"

"Oh, not much." He opened his eyes and was staring up at the ceiling.

"I found some great stuff in the Land Rover."

She set everything down on the table and picked up a canteen. She went over to the sink and filled it.

"Here, have some water."

She went over to the bed and sat down on it. She helped her husband sit back up and handed him the canteen. He drank heavily from it, nearly emptying it of its contents.

"Easy now don't gulp it."

Mac wiped his mouth and sighed. "Good stuff, really hits the spot."

Gillian got the canteen back and had a few sips of it. She nodded. "Yeah it does. I found some camping equipment. Johnny even has some freeze fried food and some pots and pans to cook it in."

MacGyver got the canteen back and emptied it. "And what's on the menu tonight?"

Gillian got up and went over to the table. She started digging the pouches. "Let's see, we have chicken and rice, beef stew, potatoes and beef. And there is one of freeze dried ice cream." She picked up the ice cream and tore the package open. "Here, you have the ice cream."

"Before dinner?"

"Yeah I know but I don't want to make any of that until I look you over." She handed her husband the pouch and stood over him. "Okay Mac, swing those legs back onto the bed and lay down."

Gillian had gotten her husband out of his clothes. He was lying on the bed in a pair of blue boxer shorts. They were partially stained with blood from the wound in his thigh.

She opened up Johnny's medical kit and had gotten out the disinfectant. She cleaned out his chest wound and had put a pressure dressing on it and taped it down heavily. She was hoping the multi bandage would finally stop the bleeding. She had given her husband a penicillin IV, hoping it would prevent him from getting sick.

MacGyver flinched as she sank the needle into his left arm. "That hurts."

"I know Honey I'm sorry."

She looked down at his leg and the bandage she had put there. It was not bloody and that was a relief to her. She sighed and wiped her brow. "How do you feel Mac?"

MacGyver had finished with his ice cream and handed the empty pouch to her. "Tired, I'm really sleepy Gill."

Gillian saw the dreamy look on his face. His eyes were opening and closing slowly.  She reached out and touched his face. "All right, why don't you go to sleep for a while?"

She took a gauze pad out of the medical kit and wet it with water from the canteen. She wiped his face gently.

Mac turned to look at her; he reached up and touched her face. "Will you lay down with me?"

Gillian smiled and touched the hand on her cheek. "Of course I will." She stood up and picked up a red sleeping bag. She untied it and opened it. She had it in her hands as she climbed up on the bed and covered them both up with it. She curled up beside him and closed her eyes.

Gillian sat straight up; she was breathing hard and covered with sweat. Her stomach was beginning to bother her. She knew what it meant, her and her husband were in danger. She looked down at her husband; she touched his forehead and closed her eyes briefly. His forehead was hot.

"Oh no."

"Mac?" She shook his left shoulder gently.

Her husband opened his eyes slowly. His eyes were glassy and dazed. He looked at her and tried to focus his eyes. "What?"

Gillian swallowed hard. "Listen to me, Christina and her men are after us. We need to do something to protect ourselves." His eyes closed and she patted his face. "Mac please, you have to pay attention. If we don't do something she'll kill us. I need you to think."

MacGyver heard the panic in his wife's voice. He forced his eyes to open. "What…what do we have?"

"Not a lot, hardly anything." She was looking around the cabin; she got up and looked out the small kitchen window. She spotted what looked like a small storage shed. "There's a shed out back."

"Go see what's in it. There may be something useful." His voice was getting low again.

Gillian went out the front door and ran around the little cabin. She went to the little wooden storage shed and opened it. There were animal pelts it in, a box of bullets, a chain saw and a few tools.

"Great, none of this is very helpful." She turned to leave when she spotted something at the bottom of the hill that was below her. It looked like an abandoned construction sight. She smiled as she closed the shed door and ran back inside the cabin.

MacGyver felt lousy, he felt like he was in an oven. His whole body was burning and his two wounds were throbbing. He was trying very hard to stay awake.

The door opened and Gillian came running back inside.

"There's an old construction site down the hill from us."

"That'll work. Help me get up."

Gillian was shaking her head as she approached the bed. "No Mac, you stay here and rest. I'll check it out and be right back."

Mac tried to get up on his own but couldn't, he closed his eyes briefly as he slumped back against the bed. "I can't think of a way for us to defend ourselves if you don't let me go with you."

His wife sat on the edge of it and touched his face. His cheeks were beginning to turn red, a sure sign of a beginning fever. Gillian swallowed hard; she knew exactly why he had a fever. "No you're staying here and rest. I'll tell you what I find at the site." She leaned down and kissed his forehead gently and pressed hers to it. Something in the back of her mind was telling her that they didn't have a lot of time. "I'll be right back."

"Okay."

MacGyver managed to give his wife a small smile. He watched her closed the door behind her as she left. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

Johnny was sitting at the kitchen table of his house; he was leaning with his elbows on the table. He had his head in his hands. A pair of small hands encircled his waist, and leaned a chin on his shoulder.

"What did he say?"

Johnny uncovered his face and sighed. "I talked to Pete; he said after we called him from that gas station he alerted the State Police and the Forestry Service. As of about a half ago there is still no word and no sign of either Mac and Gillian or the Land Rover." He wiped his hands down his face and exhaled through them. "Evan?"

Min walked around her husband and sat down on his lap. "He's sleeping quietly. I put him in his pajamas and gave him his bottle. He went to sleep with no trouble." She sighed and leaned her head against her husband's chest. "We wouldn't have Evan back if it wasn't for Mac and Gillian Johnny. They risked their lives to get him back for us."

"I know." He put his hands on his wife's hair and stroked it gently.

"Do you think they're okay?"

The paramedic sighed and kissed her head. "I hope so Min."

"Me too." She put her arms around her husband's neck. "I want them to be okay Johnny."

"According to Pete, the Forestry Service and the State Police are going to search that entire area. If they are anywhere around there, they'll find them."

"All we can do is wait to hear from Pete.

Both of them were trying hard not to let bad thoughts about their friends enter their mind. The couple simply sat there waiting anxiously for the phone to ring. 

Gillian was walking around the abandoned construction site. The site was in a clearing that had seen hard times. The sun had turned the knee high grass a pale yellow, it crunched under the heels of her boots. The thick dead grass covered everything. There were piles of warped and weather beaten boards. They were twisted and bent as though by the hand of Mother Nature herself. There was an old cement mixer; it had at one time been a deep red. Now it had turned a burnt orange, the harsh rays of the sun having eaten away at the vibrant color. There were two sheds a few yards away from each other. One was made of wood and looked like an overgrown outhouse. The other was metal, its tin roof still shining in the bright orange sky of the approaching dawn. She wandered aimlessly through the lot looking for things that she could tell her husband about. She stumbled, nearly falling face first into the tall grass. She turned around and bent over, parting the grass with her hands. It was a rusted hammer that had nearly caused her to eat dirt. She sighed as she picked it up and tossed it. There were more tools she could see scattered all over the ground. It was like walking through a mine field. She took her next few steps very carefully.

Gillian found her way over to the tin shed; she opened it and saw it was a tiny office. There was a small metal desk, and a tiny filing cabinet. There were many faded and torn papers at her feet, some of them looked to be blueprints.

The wind kicked up, howling as it blew through the unwanted equipment and rotting scaffolds. It sounded like someone screaming. She whipped around and looked out across the clearing, there was no one. It was only the wind blowing, gently brushing against her cheeks. She put her hand to her racing heart and swallowed hard as she stepped out of the metal box and closed the door.

Gillian walked over to the other little wooden building; it was faded to a light grey color. She reached out and wrapped her hand around the handle. The door creaked as she opened it. She poked her head in and looked around. The smell of dust was heavy in the air. It made Gillian's nose itch.

The wooden structure was empty except for a few things. There were rolls of chain link fencing, and two rolls of electrical wire. There were some red bricks piled up, there were thick cobwebs over them. Next to the bricks were some ancient looking bags of cement. Gillian looked at all of this and nodded her head.

"Well it isn't much but it'll have to do."

She closed the door and decided it was time to get back to the cabin. She had much to tell her husband.

Gillian opened the cabin door and walked in.

"Mac, I…" She spotted the empty bed.

Gillian's heart began to race as she stepped farther into the room. Her husband was lying face down on the floor; his bare back was the only thing she could really see. She raced into the cabin and crouched down, as soon as she touched her husband's back she gasped. He was burning hot to the touch. She put her hand on his shoulder and rolled him over carefully. His face was bright red.

"Mac?" She licked her lips and patted his flushed face.

Her husband slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fixed on her and he swallowed hard. "I…I got thirsty."

The sound of his voice nearly made the young woman cry. He sounded so helpless, like a little child.

Gillian moved to his right side and put her hand under him, she helped him sit up. "Come on, get back into bed." She got behind him and put her arms around his waist, lifting him. She put him back into the bed and laid him down. "I'll get you some water."

The canteen was on the floor and she went down and picked it up. She filled it with water from the pump handle and brought it to him. She put her hand on the back of his neck and helped him take a drink. She eased him back down and wet her fingers. She gently touched them to his face and forehead. She was half expecting his skin to sizzle.

MacGyver closed his eyes briefly. "What did you find at the construction site?"

"There wasn't much but in a shed I found some roles of fencing, a pile of bricks, a few bags of cement and some electrical wiring."

"Is that all?"

"Yeah."

Gillian was looking into her husband's face; she could see the sickness and the pain in his eyes. The young woman was trying so hard to be brave but her courage was filtering out of her body like sand through her fingers. She swallowed hard; she was beginning to get very scared.

"Mac…" She put both hands on her face. "I need you to listen to me." Her eyes began to grow wet and a few stray tears began to roll down her face. "You have to tell me what to do, please." She took a deep shuddering breath. "I know you don't feel good Baby but please. We have to do something to defend ourselves."

MacGyver licked his lips and pressed them together. She was right; he didn't feel good at all. His head was pounding and his body was sore and aching.  He reached up and wiped his wife's face. "No tears Gilly Bean. We're going to get out of this."

Gillian squeezed her eyes shut and put her head down on his stomach. "Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'll be your hands."

Mac put his hands in his wife's hair and stroked it gently. "You have to go get the battery and the jumper cables out of the Land Rover. Bring all the chain link you can carry, and the bags of cement."

Gillian lifted her head, her face was shiny. "Is that all?"

MacGyver nodded slowly. "Yeah, when you get all that. I'll tell you what to do."

Gillian was digging a large hole, it was her third. She had two more all along the trail that led to the cabin. Each hole was wide enough and deep enough to trap a man and keep them their. She had a rust colored wheel barrow next to her that she found in the tool shed. It had cement in it and she wheeled it to the edge of the hole and dumped it in. She crouched down and covered the last hole with pine needles, leaves, grass and twigs.  She straightened up and looked down the path; all three of the holes were well hidden.

Gillian took a roll of fencing and laid it flat on the ground, she kicked it and it unrolled. She crouched down and took out a pair of faded blue wire cutters and started cutting a large square of the chain length. She cringed as she feel the sharp chain length poke the flesh of her knees through her jeans. She snipped at the thick metal and picked the square up. She took a hammer and nails out of her pocket and walked over to the front door. She unrolled the fencing and started hammering it onto the door.

The ringing phone started awake Min and Johnny. The couple had stayed awake most of the night waiting for the phone to ring. They had finally dropped from exhaustion at around 3 o'clock in the morning.

Min nearly rolled off of the bed as she scrambled for the phone. She grabbed it and put it to her ear.

"Pete?"

"Yeah Min it's me."

The young woman wiped her face. "Any word?"

The man on the other end of the phone sighed. "Not yet, they found the warehouse and some tire tracks but no sign of the Land Rover."

Min swung her legs over the side of the bed and put her hand across her eyes. "Oh no."

Johnny was finally awake; he leaned back against the headboard and rubbed his eyes. "Any sign Min?"

"No Johnny." She shook her head as she uncovered the phone. "Pete we have to find them. Mac got shot; he needs to see a doctor."

"I know Min believe me. The search isn't over yet. I'm just as worried as you and Johnny are."

"We are Pete; all we want is for them to be all right."

Johnny reached out and put his hand on his wife's back. She turned and leaned back against the headboard. The couple was still in their clothes, they had been too tired to change.

"Believe me Min; my two best friends in the whole world are out there. I'm not just worried, I'm scared to death."

Min sighed as she reached down and took Johnny's hand. "You're not alone on that Pete. We are too."

Gillian had taken the two sleeping bags and put them over her husband. She had built a large fire, trying to make the small cabin as hot as possible. She was trying to break her husband's fever. She was sweating from the intense heat and she was trying to get her husband to do the same. The young woman was kneeling down on the floor beside him.

MacGyver was totally red, he was shaking badly. He turned his head; his fever muddled gave locking on her face. "Gill."

Gillian leaned close to him and touched his hair. "I'm here Baby."

He closed his eyes briefly. "I'm cold."

"I know, I'm trying to make you warm." She stroked his blond hair gently and bit her lip. She knew that the penicillin IV was doing nothing for him. The only thing that would stop his fever was to take the bullet out of his chest. The longer it stayed the sicker he was going to get, or worse.

Gillian's blood seemed to turn to ice water in her veins; she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to her husband's. It felt like she was leaning against a boiling pot, she could feel the heat even though the two sleeping bags. Gillian sighed, she knew what she had to do but it was not that simple.  She couldn't take the bullet out until his fever was broken; to do it before then would probably kill him.

"I'm going to die Gillian."

Gillian heard that and pulled back from her husband. She shook her head fast. "No, don't even talk like that."

Mac shook his head slowly; he seemed to come back to himself. His eyes were clear. "I'm sick, I've got an infection and we can't get to a hospital."

Gillian swallowed hard, tears springing to her eyes. "No, now you listen to me. We're going to make it. But I need you to fight. I need you to stay with me." Her lower lip was quivering slightly. "Do you understand? I'm not going to let you die and leave me here all by myself." She pressed her lips together as the tears rolled down her face.

MacGyver was very tired; all he wanted to do was go to sleep. He looked at her as his eyes grew shiny. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me." He swallowed hard. "And I love you very much; I want you to know that; in case I don't make it out of these woods alive."

That was the last straw for the young woman; she broke down and leaned her head against his shoulder. She put her arms around his neck. "Mac please, stop this. Stop talking like you're going to die." She lifted her head, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're not going to die! Do you understand? You're going to fight!"

A sharp pain ripped through Gillian's stomach and she put her hand to it and drew in a shaky breath. Every cell in the young woman's body suddenly cried out to her that she was in danger. She looked down at her husband. "They're coming."

MacGyver licked his lips and pressed them together. "Is everything ready?"

Gillian nodded. "Yeah, we're ready."

She touched her husband's face. "As soon as your fever breaks I'm going to take that bullet out of your chest and that will stop the infection. But you have to hang on, okay?"

MacGyver brought his hand out from underneath the sleeping bags and touched his wife's face gently. "Okay."

Gillian sighed and squeezed his hand gently. She put it back under the sleeping bag and pulled it higher up on him. She stood up and leaned over her husband, kissing his lips. She closed eyes briefly and leaned her head against his shoulder.

Gillian walked over to the table and hooked the two jumper cables up to the Land Rover's battery. The buzz of electricity suddenly filled the small cabin. It was time to take a stand.

Christina, Davis, Brady, and Chad had been searching the woods the whole night. They had finally seen the smoke coming from the chimney just after dawn. The 4 of them were coming up the trail that led to the cabin. Christina had her gun, an angry scowl on her face. She spotted the small wooden cabin and she smiled.

"There it is, they have to be in it."

It was about 50 yards up ahead, everyone stopped walking and did a weapons check. Christian had lost her gun when Min had punched her. She had been using a Berretta from one of her cohorts. She took the clip out of the bottom and checked to make sure it was full. She slapped it back in and pulled back the hammer. She turned and looked at the three men.

"Kill MacGyver, one in the head will end his misery. But leave Gillian for me, understand?"

Brady still had his rifle, he pulled the bolt back. "Yeah don't worry, she's all yours."

Chad nodded as he slapped his magazine back into the bottom of his nickel plated pistol and cocked it. "I get it, let's go."

Christina turned and looked at Davis; she was waiting for the dark haired man to acknowledge her request. He was scowling. "I want MacGyver; I owe him for the lamp. I'll leave his wife to you."

The young woman nodded. "Well, now that we all understand each other, let's go have some fun."

Gillian had added a few more logs to the fire, the cabin was burning hot and she was soaked with sweat. It looked as though she had been hosed down. She was sitting on the edge of her husband's bed; she had a log in her hand. She held it high and her right arm complained. She bit her lips and put her hand to it and squeezed it. She looked down at her husband, his eyes were glassy again but he was awake.

"Mac?"

He turned his head to look at her. "I'm…still here." He gave her a small smile.

Gillian nodded. "Are you sure that fencing will work?"

"Yeah." He swallowed hard. "Can I have some water?"

"Sure." She set her log down and picked up the canteen. She helped him take a drink.

"Thanks." He closed his eyes briefly. "The battery will charge the whole cabin. You did connect all the fencing with that wire right?"

"Right."

"They won't be able to touch anything without getting a very painful surprise."

Gillian couldn't help but smile. "If they can make it through the cement pits I dug."

There were 4 people approaching the rustic little cabin. The only woman was in the lead followed by Brady, Davis and Chad.  The blond man was bringing up the rear, a few feet behind the others. He had his gun in his hand, concentrating on the mission. He was not paying attention to where he was walking. His left foot came down, he was expecting the ground to be solid but to his surprise it wasn't. He fell right into a camouflaged hole that was filled with cement. It was extremely thick and went up to his upper chest.

"Hey!"

He started thrashing around; it was like being stuck in taffy. The other three people stopped and turned around. Christina creased her brow. "What the hell?"

Davis saw where his friend was, he turned around and sighed. "Looks like he fell in a hole."

The young woman's face bloomed into a look of annoyance. She shook her head slowly. "Go help that idiot get out of there."

Davis nodded and tucked his gun back into his holster. He started walking straight towards his friend when he too found a cement pit. The cement made a loud slurping sound as the man dropped into it. He was a few feet away from his friend and just as stuck. The hole was deep enough and wide enough that neither man could pull themselves out.

Davis looked at Christina and Brady. "I'm stuck! Get me out of here!"

Brady went to go help when the dark haired woman grabbed his arm. "Don't be stupid, you want to go back and get trapped like those two?"

The big bald man slung his rifle over his shoulder. "So what do we do?"

"Leave them, come on."

The two people started walking ahead, ignore the protests of their comrades.

Christina and Brady were standing in front of the cabin. She had her gun tucked into the waistband of her black pants. She had her hands on her hips. Brady was beside her, looking at the cabin.

"What did they do?"

Christina sighed. "Well obviously they were expecting us."

The black haired woman was right, they were. The whole cabin had been covered with chain link fencing. The windows and even the door were covered with it. The little cabin looked like a giant rabbit cage. The pieces of fencing had been connected to each other with grey wiring. There was a faint buzzing sound filling the air.

"So what, it's only fencing."

Brady went to touch the part that was strung across the front porch. Christina grabbed Brady by his forearm. "Are you stupid or just plain deaf?"

The bald man jerked his arm out of her grasp. "What are you talking about?" His face was twisted in slight anger over her insulting words.

Christina put her hand in her left pocket and took out some change she had. "Watch."

She took a couple of steps close to the porch and tossed the coins in her hands at it. The money hit the fencing and the buzzing grew loud, sparks flew out and rained down on the ground.

Brady turned his head away briefly from the sparks. "Damn! It's electrified!"

"I told you they were expecting us."

"So what do we do?"

Christina sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She lifted her head and looked around. "Well there is no power line nearby. The source of that power has to be a generator of some kind. Those things don't last forever." She smiled when she saw that part of the roof was uncovered. It was a small three foot section right next to the chimney.  "Looks like they ran out of fencing."

There was a tall tree a few feet away from the small cabin but its branches stretched all the way across it. Christina saw how far the thick branches stretched. "I think I know what we are going to do."

Gillian was squeezing her husband's hand, it was like a holding a freshly baked roll. She lifted her head and looked up at the ceiling. "They probably spotted the hole by now." She brought her head down and swallowed hard. "They'll be in here in a few minutes."

MacGyver nodded weakly. "You know what you have to do?"

"Yeah I know."

He squeezed her hand. "Be careful…okay?"

"You too."

The couple touched lips briefly before Gillian reached down and picked up her backpack. She let go of her husband's hand and stood up.

Christina was dangling from the end of a long thick branch; she was a few feet above the top of the cabin roof. She let go and dropped onto the only space on the roof that wasn't covered with electrified fencing. She stood up and looked down at her rather hefty companion.

"As soon as I get in, I'll turn off the power."

Brady took his rifle off of his shoulder. "All right, do it."

Christina crouched down and put pressure on the boards with her feet. They seemed pretty sturdy. She straightened up and looked around. The chimney was right there beside her. She put her hands on the top of it and started jumping. The boards were beginning to crack under the young woman's feet. She gripped the top of the chimney harder and jumped one last time. She put every ounce of her weight into it and the boards splintered under her feet. She pulled her feet out and stomped on them until they broke completely, the smashed pieces falling down into the cabin.

"Brady, I'm going in!"

Christina looked down through the hole; she could see the fireplace and the tree trunk furniture. She sat down on the edge of it and put her legs through the hole. She let them dangle, her bent elbows keeping her from dropping straight through it.  She gripped the edge with her fingers, her body sliding along the broken jagged bits of the hole she created. She was looking down at the living room and let go, dropping down onto the wooden floor. The first thing she saw was the roaring fire and the table with the black battery and jumper cables. She unhooked them and turned around. She drew her gun as she saw the bed and someone obviously lying in it.

"Well, well, well…and what do we have here?"

Christina's high heeled boots thumped as she walked over to the bed and looked down at it. She saw MacGyver in it, the sleeping bags pulled up to his chin.

She shook her head slowly, and pointed the gun right at his left temple. His eyes opened and he turned his head slowly to look at her.

"Don't worry Darling; you'll be out of your misery very soon." Christina pulled the hammer back on her gun and smiled.

Her smile quickly bloomed into a look of confusion; she looked down at her stomach. Her white turtleneck had two red dots on it, and two needles were sticking out of her stomach. She swallowed hard as she pulled them out.

Christina was holding them in her hands; she glanced at Mac and saw the slight grin on his lips. "Seems… that's not going to happen."

A hand slid out from in between the two sleeping bags and pulled it back. Gillian sat up and smiled. "Hello Christina."

The young woman had been lying down on top of her husband. She climbed out of the bed and stood before her.

Christina could feel the drug in the needles start to take affect. She was on her feet but she stumbled a little; her eyes were heavy. Gillian took her gun from her and tossed it. She grabbed the front of her turtleneck. "This is for Evan." She drew back her left hand and punched her. Christina fell flat on her back, she didn't get up.

Gillian bent over her and rolled her onto her stomach. She took her husband's roll of duct tape out of her jeans pocket and put the young woman's hands behind her back. She taped them heavily along with her ankles. She put a piece of tape over her mouth and rolled her under the bed.

"Nice punch."  Mac reached out and pulled the sleeping bag back over himself.

"Thanks." Gillian tucked the duct tape back into her pocket and stood over her husband. She put her hands on her hips. "Ready for the other one?"

MacGyver sighed and nodded slowly.

The front door of the cabin was pounding, it was locked on the inside but the small latch did nothing to keep Brady out. The big man kicked at the door until the latch bent and broke. The metal pieces making a chiming noise as they kit the wooden floor. He had his rifle in his hands, the bolt was pulled back and ready to fire.

Brady walked around the cabin slowly, looking around. He spotted the bed and went to it, there were two sleeping bags pulled over it. There were lumps in it and he grabbed them both and flung them back. To his surprise the bed was empty.

"All right where you two?"

The big bald man turned around, he saw the kitchen. He walked into it and saw something just off of it that looked like another room.  He started walking towards it.

"Hey Big Boy…"

A voice called out to him from the front part of the cabin and he came racing back around the corner. His big blue eyes scanning over everything. He walked into the living room.

"Where are you?"

"Right here."

Gillian was above him, in the hole that Christina had made. She let go of the edge of the hole and dropped onto his back. She put her left arm around his neck and wrapped her long legs around his upper chest.

Brady dropped his rifle and tried to grab her. Gillian had the other two darts in her right hand. She stabbed them into his right shoulder.

Brady cried out loudly in pain, he reached up and grabbed a hold of Gillian's right arm. He squeezed her bullet wound.

Gillian screamed, it felt like her arm was being ripped off. Brady had a hold of it and he flipped her over his head. She landed on her behind at his feet, her right arm was bleeding and she was holding it. The color had drained from her face as she squeezed the wound, trying to put enough pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

Brady jerked the two darts out of his shoulder and dropped them. "Think those things were going to knock me out?" He was flying high on his adrenaline rush. The darts were not having an affect on him.

Gillian realized he was not losing consciousness; she looked around but saw nothing useful to defend herself with.

The large man had a look in his eyes; it was a combination of delight and anger. He tried to bend down to grab her but she scooted backwards out of the way. It hurt her right arm terribly but she didn't care she wasn't about to let that man grab her. He started walking towards her.

Gillian backed up a little more and something solid. She reached behind her and lifted it up.

It was the rifle; she grabbed it with both of her hands. She stopped moving backwards and waited for the right opportunity to use it.

Brady saw she had stopped; he bent down and tried to grab her.

Gillian had the rifle in her hands; she brought it from behind her back and swung it as hard as she could. Her right arm complained and throbbed but she didn't care. She put every ounce of fear, anger and frustration into that swing.

The butt end of the rifle struck the large man the right side of his jaw. His expression went from determination to shock. His eyes turned glassy and rolled back into his head as a loud crunch rang out. The rifle had broken his jaw. Brody fell onto his side, his mouth was bleeding heavily.

Gillian was breathing hard as she dropped the rifle. She slowly got up and walked around him. She rolled him over onto his stomach and put his hands behind his back. She tied them up with the duct tape. She put several layers, insuring he wouldn't be able to get free. She also put the tape around his ankles. She backed away from the man still breathing hard. Her right arm was throbbing and she held onto it as she went to get her husband.

MacGyver was lying in a cast iron bathtub; he was in a partial room just off of the kitchen. The tub was the only thing in the little cubby hole. He was soaking wet, like he had taken a bath in that tub although it was empty. He had his eyes closed and appeared to be asleep.

Gillian came into the bathroom, smiling widely. "Mac, I-" She saw the way he looked and her heart started racing. She forgot all about getting Brady and her badly hurting arm. She crouched down near the tub, her eyes wide.  She reached out and touched his forehead gently. It was nice and cool to the touch and the young woman breathed a huge sigh of relief and closed her eyes briefly. His fever had broken.

"Thank you God."

Gillian moved her hand from his forehead down to his cheek. "Baby?"

MacGyver slowly opened his eyes and looked at his wife. She was a mess, her hair was sticking up and he saw her bleeding arm. "Did you get him?"

"I got him."

He gave her a slight grin. "Good." He licked his lips and pressed them together.

"Your fever is broken."

Mac nodded his head. "I know…you did it."

Gillian creased her brow. "I did, how?"

Her husband's lips pulled back, showing his teeth. "You were lying down on top of me; your body heat was too much." He chuckled slightly. "Your hot blood is what did it."

Gillian couldn't help but start to laugh. She stood up partially and put her arms around her husband's neck and carefully hugged him, mindful of his wound. "You know what this means don't you?"

Mac returned her hug and rubbed her back. "Yeah, it means I won't be a pencil anymore."

"That's right." She pulled back and touched his face. "You'll feel a whole lot better and I'll make you something to eat."

"Okay."

Gillian put her arms under his and started to get him out of that tub.

Gillian had Johnny's medical kit opened. She had taken a scalpel, a pair of bulldogs, some tweezers and a retractor and had put them in the small pan she had found in the Land Rover. She filled the pan with water and put it over the fire. She had given her husband a couple of injections of lidocaine. The local anesthetic had numbed his whole chest.

MacGyver was awake, he felt much better since his fever had broken. He was still pretty weak but more alert now. He was thinking of a way for them to get help. He had an idea but it would have to wait.

Gillian came back with the pot; she had a couple of animal pelts she was using as pot holders. She dumped the boiling water in the sink and set it down. She got a bottle of alcohol out of the medical kit and poured it all over her hands and the freshly boiled instruments. She filled the pan with the alcohol and brought it back over to the bed.

"How do you feel?"

"Numb."

Gillian reached out and gently poked him in the chest near his wound. "Did you feel that?"

Mac shook his head. "Nope, not a thing."

"Good."

Gillian took a brown glass bottle out of the kit and a few cotton balls. It was a bottle of disinfectant; it was a bright yellow color. She began to wipe it all over his chest.

"Looks like mustard." MacGyver was looking down, watching his wife spread the disinfectant on his wounded chest.

"I know but believe me you don't want to spread this stuff on bread and eat it." Gillian set the disinfectant down and washed her hands once more in the small pan of alcohol. She picked up the scalpel and held it in her left hand. "Mac, maybe you should look the other way."

MacGyver turned his head to the right. "I think I got an idea of how to get us rescued."

Gillian had the scalpel in her hand; she carefully used it to cut a small line into the bullet wound. "Oh yeah? How?"

Mac was tempted to look but he decided not to. He simply kept his head turned to the right side. "Do we have any chemicals around this place or in Johnny's kit?"

Gillian picked up the retractor and stuck it in the little wound. She cranked it open. "I think we might have a few in the kit. I know there is some ammonia in the Land Rover."

"If we can get the right chemicals we might be able to make some colored smoke. I know Pete has to be looking for us."

Gillian reached into the pan and picked up the bulldogs. She was looking for the bullet.  "The first thing Min and Johnny did was call him I bet."

Mac got rather curious and turned his head. He saw what his wife was doing and his eyes grew wide. He could see into his chest. He was very relieved he couldn't feel anything.

Gillian gasped loudly and put her hand above his chest, blocking his view. "Mac turn back! I don't want you to pass out on me!"

He tilted his head back. "Okay that was dumb, very very dumb." He felt lightheaded and the room shifted slightly. He closed his eyes against it.

Gillian quickly rinsed her left hand and stroked his face gently. "Stay with me okay? Keep talking."

"I'm here. Just feel a little woozy." He opened his eyes but kept his head tilted back so he couldn't see what his wife was doing. He lifted his left arm; there was a Band-Aid in the bend of his arm from the IV. "I don't remember you taking the IV out."

"You were pretty out of it when I did." She creased her brow as she looked for the bullet. There was no sign of it yet.

 "How's it going?" Mac had his head turned to the right again.

"Good, still no sign of that bullet."

Gillian sighed and set the bulldogs aside. "Damn it. I know it's in there." She put her fingers into the wound and started feeling around.

"What's wrong?"

"The bullet is hiding." Gillian's fingers finally brushed against something hard. "Aha! I think I found it."

She took the tweezers out of the pan and stuck them into the wound. She gripped the bullet with it and gently lifted it out. "There we go, one bullet."

MacGyver turned back around but didn't look down at his chest. His kept his eyes focused on his wife. "You got it?"

Gillian leaned over and rinsed both the bullets and her hands. She stuck everything back in the pan and handed it to her husband. The bullet was pretty flat and a little on the squashed side.

"Oh man." He held the little chunk of disfigured metal in between his fingers, looking it over carefully.

Gillian got the bottle of alcohol out of the kit and some butterfly bandages. "Okay, I'll use the butterfly bandages on your wounds until we get you to a hospital. They can stitch you up there." She poured the alcohol into his wound and began to clean off the blood and disinfectant.

MacGyver was sitting up. His chest was heavily bandaged with a pressure dressing and so was his leg. He was covered partially up with a sleeping bag. He had a small tin plate in his hand. It was piled high with the freeze dried chicken and rice. He hadn't realized until he started eating how hungry he was. He took another bite and sighed.

Gillian was serving herself some on a plate. She had worked up an appetite. She had moved Christina and her three henchmen into the little shed behind the cabin and had locked it. She walked back over to the bed. She was glad to see her husband eating. "How is it?"

"Pretty good." He ate another spoonful and carefully shifted over on the bed making room for her. "Come sit with me."

MacGyver gave her his most charming smile as he patted the bed gently. Gillian shook her head as she sat down beside him. "I see you're feeling better." She handed him a canteen of water.

"Some, don't have any energy yet though."

"The food and some rest will give you some." She had her fork in her hand and had a bite of the chicken and rice. "Hey this is pretty good." Her right arm complained and she hissed through her teeth and rubbed it. "So much for the anesthetic, it's wearing out."

Mac finished his food and had a drink of water from the canteen. "I still can't feel mine; I guess you gave me a lot more than you gave yourself."

"Yeah I guess I did. I think there is some Xylocaine in Johnny's kit. It's a topical one, that should give us some relief. I really don't want to break out the morphine." She let go of her arm and continued eating.

MacGyver yawned widely; he had eaten his fill and was starting to feel tired. "I'm so beat Gill."

"Well we've had quite an exciting day." She turned and looked at him. "You were really sick."

"I know. I was pretty scared too." He reached down and gently took her hand. "But you made me feel better."

Gillian smiled at her husband. "I was scared too Mac." She reached out and glided her fingers down his face; her eyes growing soft as she gazed at her husband. "I love you Mac, so much."

MacGyver grinned at his wife; he put his hand behind her neck and pressed on it. He turned his head sideways slightly and kissed her. When the kiss ended he touched his forehead to hers.

Gillian was sound asleep, lying beside her husband. MacGyver was awake, his chest and leg were hurting him but that wasn't the most pressing issue at hand. He thought it was time they left this rustic cabin. The couple had been asleep for a few hours, it was still daylight and he wanted to take advantage of that fact.

He was lying on the left side of the bed, the only side not against the wall. He carefully moved the sleeping bag aside.  He swung both of his legs over the side of it and scooted to the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath and pushed against the bed. He bit his lips hard as he stood up. It hurt his chest and his leg terribly and his knees felt like they were made of water. He still felt like he didn't have much strength but he was better. He swallowed hard as he took a step. His leg thigh was stiff and the movement caused a flash of pain to crawl up his body.

"Come on Mac, you can do this."

MacGyver sighed and took a couple of steps. He had a terrible limp but at least he was moving around. He hobbled into the kitchen and saw the gallon jug of bright blue windshield washer fluid that Gillian had brought from the Land Rover. It was sitting on the wooden counter next to the sink along with the black medical kit. He opened the kit and started looking through it. He took out the alcohol and set it aside. There was a glass bottle of saline solution, Mac took that out and set it down on the counter.

"Let's see… ammonia, alcohol, saline. All I need now is something bubbly." He rummaged through the drugs and found antacid tablets. "Bingo."

MacGyver saw the pan Gillian had used to make their dinner. She had washed it out and set it down in the sink. He picked it up and moved the bottles aside. He placed it on the wooden counter and began opening the bottles.

Mac had made his way over to the fireplace, the fire had burned low and he picked up a stick and stoked it. He added a couple of logs to it and got it going again. He bent down and carefully put the pan with his special mixture into the fire. When it began to boil, it would tell anyone that was looking for them exactly where they were.

 "Well, that should do it." He made his way back over to the bed and laid back down beside his wife.

Pete had decided to join the search for his friends. He had been sitting by the phone waiting and it was driving him crazy. He was in a Forestry Service helicopter looking over the woods that surrounded the TannisComm warehouse. He sighed as his eyes scanned the woods; there was no sign of his friends. He wiped his hands down his face and turned to the pilot. "Why don't we try following the freeway again, maybe we missed something."

The pilot made a face. "We've flown over it three times already! We didn't miss anything!"

The stout man scowled deeply. "I don't care if we fly over it a thousand times! My best friends are out there, one of them seriously wounded. We are going to comb these woods until we find them, understand?"

The young man with the light brown hair and baby face nodded his head slowly. "Yes Sir."

He moved the stick to the left and turned the copter in the direction of the freeway; it started following the paved road.

Pete adjusted the headphones on his head as he looked down. He could see the black asphalt, he watched how it twisted and turned as it cut through the forest.

"Come on MacGyver, show me where you are!"

"What the hell?"

Pete lifted his head and turned to look at the pilot. "What?"

The young man pointed up ahead to an area a few miles off of the freeway. There was bright blue smoke coming up through the trees.

Pete saw this and his heart slammed against his ribs. He started laughing. "That's got to be MacGyver! Take us down!"

The pilot moved the stick and the bright white and green helicopter took a slight nose dive towards the woods.

Min and Johnny were in their room with Evan. They had the little baby boy on the bed with them. The couple was feeling rather low and using their son to lift their spirits. Evan was lying on his back in nothing but a diaper. He was between his two parents smiling and laughing. He was making a new noise and waving his little fists and legs in the air as he gazed at his mother and father.

Johnny was on his side, propped up on an elbow. He had changed into a pair of blue shorts and a white t-shirt. He was smiling widely as he looked down at his son. "I missed him so much Min."

Min was also on her side, she had on a pair of pink shorts and a pink tank top. She was laughing at her son's new noise. It was a high pitched sigh. "Yeah me too." Her smile faded as she thought about her friends. "Johnny, do you think they're okay?"

The paramedic's face grew serious. "I really hope so Min." He sat up and picked up his son. He held Evan to his chest.

The phone started ringing and Min sat up and fast. She rolled over and grabbed it. "Hello?"

"Hi Min, its Pete."

Min felt her mouth go dry, she licked her lips. "Any word?"

There was a slight pause on the other end of the line. It was only a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. Pete began to chuckle on the line. "We found them."

The young woman sighed loudly and lowered her head. "Thank God, are they all right?"

Johnny smiled widely and hugged Evan to him. "They found your Aunt and Uncle Evan."

"They're fine Min. A little worse for wears but they're fine. We're over here at Rampart."

Min nodded as she wiped her hands down her face. "Okay we'll be right over."

"Okay see you soon."

The dark haired woman slammed the phone down. She was smiling widely. "They found them Johnny!"

"Are they okay?"

"Pete said so, they're at Rampart."

Johnny took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He kissed his son on the head. "Well, let's go to Rampart then."

Gillian came out of an exam room; her right arm was bandaged heavily. She saw Pete sitting down in the chairs near the Emergency entrance. She sat down beside him, holding her arm.

The stout man in the blue jeans and grey t-shirt turned and faced her. He patted her knee gently. "What did Dr. Early say?"

Gillian sighed as she rubbed her arm and leaned back in the chair. "He said I did a good job of getting the bullet out and I only needed three stitches. He also gave me a prescription for some antibiotics."

Pete nodded; he reached down and picked up her hand. "Any word on Mac?"

Gillian turned to face him slightly. "He's with Dr. Brackett. I have no idea what's going on." She sighed and closed her eyes briefly. "I'm so tired Pete. It feels like we were in those woods for weeks."

"I know." He lifted his arm and put it around her shoulders. He drew her to him and leaned his head against hers. "You both really worried me."

"Believe me you weren't the only one worried. Did you get a hold of Min and Johnny?"

"Yeah they'll be here soon."

"Gillian?"

They both looked up and saw Dr. Brackett standing over them. He had a clipboard in his hands. "Hi."

"Hi, how's my husband?"

The dark haired doctor smiled. "He's fine. I congratulate you on your surgical skills. You should consider getting your RN certification."

Gillian sighed and dropped her head. "Oh I'm so glad to hear you say that."

Kel creased his brow. "You weren't sure?"

"Not really." She lifted her head and looked at the doctor. "I wasn't sure if I was going to be helping him or killing him but I knew I had to try."

"Well you helped him." Kel looked at his clipboard. "I just need to verify what I read on his dog tag. He's allergic to coconut and Penicillin, right?"

Gillian nodded. "Right, especially the coconut."

Dr. Brackett wrote something down. "Okay, I'll tell Dix to get another antibiotic to give to him and double check the prescription."

"Thank you Doctor."

Kel smiled. "You're very welcome." He nodded his head at Pete and went back into the exam room.

Pete watched the doctor leave. As soon as the swinging wooden door closed he started laughing and shook his head. "Coconut? MacGyver is allergic to coconut?"

Gillian creased her brow. "You didn't know that?"

"No, I had no idea."

"Well he is."

The stout man started laughing really hard. "I can't believe that."

Gillian wiped her hand down her face. "Why is that funny?"

Pete sighed and cleared his throat. "Gillian I've known your husband for a very long time. I've seen him do amazing things and survive a lot, even a three story swan dive onto the top of a car. It just strikes me as funny that a little thing like an ingredient found in a candy bar can kill him!"

MacGyver was carefully walking down the hall towards the ringing doorbell. He had on black shorts and a light blue t-shirt. His white butterfly bandages were visible on the front and back of his leg. He unlocked the door and opened it. He saw it was Min, Johnny and Evan.

"Hi."

He unlocked the door and stepped back, letting them come in.

Min kissed her friend on the cheek as she walked by him. "Hey Mac."

Johnny was holding Evan. He stepped into the house and shook his friend's hand. "How are you feeling?"

MacGyver closed the door. "Good. I get the stitches out of my chest in a few days."

"And your leg?"

"No stitches there, just the butterfly bandages."

Mac saw Evan and he smiled widely and held out his arms. "Come here little one." The baby boy smiled at his uncle.

Johnny handed his son to him as the three people walked into the kitchen. Gillian was sitting at the table shuffling cards. She got up and hugged both of her friends and kissed Evan on the cheek. "So, are we ready to play cards?"

Min nodded as she opened Evan's diaper bag and brought out two bags of chocolate kisses. "Ready!"

MacGyver left the room and came back with Evan's swing. He set it up and put the little boy inside of it. "Evan is ready."

Johnny sat down and rubbed his hands together. "I'm ready to kick butt."

Gillian shook her head as she continued shuffling the cards. The area above her right elbow still had a bandage on it from her bullet wound.

Mac sat down in the chair and grabbed one of the bags of kisses. He opened it and took a few out. Min saw him and grabbed the bag back. "I don't think so! These are for betting!"

"Aw come on Min, give me a break! I'm an injured man!"

The dark haired woman shook her head. "You will be if you steal any more candy!"

MacGyver put his hand to his chest and his mouth dropped open. "You would do that? Beat up an already wounded man?"

Johnny was sitting next to him; he put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry Mac I'll defend you."

Gillian finished shuffling the cards; she looked across the table at Min. "Can you believe this?"

Min looked around the table at her husband and friends. With everything that had been going on she had wondered to herself if things would ever be back to normal. They obviously were and it filled the young woman's heart with joy. She smiled widely and nodded her head. "Yeah I can and I'm loving every minute of it."