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Takes place where episode #59, The Negotiator, leaves off.
Mac for Hire
Chapter 1: State of Mind
Nikki put a hand on Macgyver's shoulder, "You going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I just need some time alone."
Nikki nodded in understanding. "Give Pete or myself a call if you need anything alright?"
"I will." He turned to leave, but Pete's voice stopped him.
"Listen, Mac, take the rest of the week off, you hear?"
"Today is all I need. I'll see you two tomorrow."
Deborah watched his retreating form as she was led out of the courtroom. "Soon Macgyver soon, very soon."
Making his way out to the parking lot, Macgyver pulled a cassette tape out of his jacket pocket. With a sigh, he slid into the driver's seat of his jeep and popped in the tape. He closed his eyes for a minute and listened to the soft notes of the harp and it's human companion filter into his mind. "At least something of hers is allowing me to relax," he muttered, turning the key in the ignition.
The next morning, at the Phoenix foundation:
Perching on the edge of Pete's desk, Macgyver asked, "Morning Pete. What have you got for me today?"
"Not much I'm afraid."
Right on Macgyver's heels, Nikki strolled into the room. "Good morning Pete, Mac.." Just then Pete's phone rang, interrupting Nikki's conversation.
"Listen Nikki," Macgyver asked as he walked towards her. "I was thinking . . . " he paused, swallowing hard, "if maybe you would like to stop at the coffee shop for lunch and a cup of hot tea?"
She smiled and shook her head. "A coffee shop for tea." Nikki stared thoughtfully at Macgyver, her smile quickly dissipating.
"What, what's wrong?"
"Macgyver, am I just 2nd choice in the wake of Deborah?" she demanded.
"Heck no, I.." he trailed off, his dark eyes smoldering in hate. Startled, Nikki took a step back. Swiftly, he pulled a 9mm out of his leather jacket and leveled it at her. Nikki gasped in alarm.
"Pete," she beckoned, trying to keep her voice calm. "We have a slight problem."
Pete looked up from his desk. Astonished, the phone clattered to the floor. "Macgyver what are you doing?"
"One problem at a time Pete," he coldly responded, never taking his eyes off Nikki.
In a soft, gentle voice Nikki tried to reason with him. "Macgyver, you don't want to kill me."
He cocked his head, his eyes turning icy. "On the contrary," Macgyver replied as the sound of gunfire erupted inside the spacious office.
Takes place where episode #59, The Negotiator, leaves off.
Mac for Hire
Chapter 1: State of Mind
Nikki put a hand on Macgyver's shoulder, "You going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I just need some time alone."
Nikki nodded in understanding. "Give Pete or myself a call if you need anything alright?"
"I will." He turned to leave, but Pete's voice stopped him.
"Listen, Mac, take the rest of the week off, you hear?"
"Today is all I need. I'll see you two tomorrow."
Deborah watched his retreating form as she was led out of the courtroom. "Soon Macgyver soon, very soon."
Making his way out to the parking lot, Macgyver pulled a cassette tape out of his jacket pocket. With a sigh, he slid into the driver's seat of his jeep and popped in the tape. He closed his eyes for a minute and listened to the soft notes of the harp and it's human companion filter into his mind. "At least something of hers is allowing me to relax," he muttered, turning the key in the ignition.
The next morning, at the Phoenix foundation:
Perching on the edge of Pete's desk, Macgyver asked, "Morning Pete. What have you got for me today?"
"Not much I'm afraid."
Right on Macgyver's heels, Nikki strolled into the room. "Good morning Pete, Mac.." Just then Pete's phone rang, interrupting Nikki's conversation.
"Listen Nikki," Macgyver asked as he walked towards her. "I was thinking . . . " he paused, swallowing hard, "if maybe you would like to stop at the coffee shop for lunch and a cup of hot tea?"
She smiled and shook her head. "A coffee shop for tea." Nikki stared thoughtfully at Macgyver, her smile quickly dissipating.
"What, what's wrong?"
"Macgyver, am I just 2nd choice in the wake of Deborah?" she demanded.
"Heck no, I.." he trailed off, his dark eyes smoldering in hate. Startled, Nikki took a step back. Swiftly, he pulled a 9mm out of his leather jacket and leveled it at her. Nikki gasped in alarm.
"Pete," she beckoned, trying to keep her voice calm. "We have a slight problem."
Pete looked up from his desk. Astonished, the phone clattered to the floor. "Macgyver what are you doing?"
"One problem at a time Pete," he coldly responded, never taking his eyes off Nikki.
In a soft, gentle voice Nikki tried to reason with him. "Macgyver, you don't want to kill me."
He cocked his head, his eyes turning icy. "On the contrary," Macgyver replied as the sound of gunfire erupted inside the spacious office.
