Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Macgyver. They
belong to Henry Winkler, Paramount and associates.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks! :)
Thanks for the feedback! :-) It's much appreciated.
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Chapter 5: Risky Business
Nikki jumped at the sound of someone slamming their fist
against a solid wooden object, however, she was extremely
grateful for the distraction it provided against her rolling
stomach.
"I don't believe it! You left the picture of yourself there -
with me in it!"
"Don't worry, Mac won't notice it."
"Macgyver notices everything!" Taking a deep breath, he
sat down and pulled the somewhat anxious woman into his lap.
"Don't worry. It doesn't matter. By the time he gets here it
will be too late."
***************************
"Okay Pete, now you may call the police, but keep them at
bay. If Deborah knows the police are here, she will harm
Nikki. Jack, keep a low profile, I want Deborah to see only
me, but stay close by. I'm going to need your help."
"Yea!" Jack muttered to himself. Mac turned and cocked a
questioning eyebrow at Jack. "I mean, uh sure thing
buddy!" he cried, clapping a hand on Mac's shoulder.
"Good, then let's get moving." Together, they jumped down
out of Mac's jeep and began their trek through the dense
forest.
As they wove in and out amongst the trees, Jack
whispered, "Mac, we both know Deborah won't let you leave
alive."
"I know." Mac clenched his fists, "But I will make sure
one of us does."
******************************
She removed the binoculars from her eyes and turned
around in anticipation. "I see him! He's headed straight for
us!"
"Do you see anyone else with him?"
"No."
"Good. Are you set my pet?"
Grinning devilishly, she replied, "Ready, willing and very
capable."
********************
As she listened to her captors, Nikki broke out into a cold
sweat. She didn't know if it was the intense burning of her
skin or the fact that Mac was walking straight into a trap.
Her head spinning, Nikki mentally pleaded for Mac not to
rescue her, but she knew he was too far gone for that.
************************
As Mac approached the side exit door, he motioned for
Jack to stay back and hide behind the bushes. Jack shook
his head, ready to argue, but a quick look from Mac stopped
him. Taking a deep breath, Mac switched off his flashlight,
as did Jack. He wanted to enter undetected, if at all
possible. As he tugged outward on the heavy door, Mac was
surprised to find the main floor flooded with light. Looking
heavenward, Mac stared into the dark maze of catwalks.
Slipping the flashlight into his small backpack, Mac tucked
his swiss army knife between his teeth and began his ascent.
A low, mournful sound penetrated Mac's eardrums.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Mac clenched down so
hard on the knife, his teeth hurt. Overlooking the main floor
of the furniture warehouse turned auditorium, he made his
way to the highest level of catwalks.
"NO!" Nikki's muffled cries strained against her gag.
"Take it easy," a voice whispered into her ear. Removing
the gag from her mouth, Mac reassured her, "I'm okay,
the music didn't affect me." Her relief was short lived, as she
recalled the sinister words spoken only moments before by her kidnappers.
Desperately, Nikki pleaded, "Mac, "You have to leave, it's
a trap, Mu . . ."
Suddenly, a click was heard as the music stopped and the
lights came on in full force.
"She's right, Macgyver. You should have left things well
enough alone, but I knew you wouldn't." Smiling, a dark
haired figure emerged from the shadows.
Blinking profusely, Mac's knife fell from his lips and slipped
between the precarious metal slats, soundlessly falling three
stories to the ground floor.
"Murdoc!"
belong to Henry Winkler, Paramount and associates.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks! :)
Thanks for the feedback! :-) It's much appreciated.
*****************************************
Chapter 5: Risky Business
Nikki jumped at the sound of someone slamming their fist
against a solid wooden object, however, she was extremely
grateful for the distraction it provided against her rolling
stomach.
"I don't believe it! You left the picture of yourself there -
with me in it!"
"Don't worry, Mac won't notice it."
"Macgyver notices everything!" Taking a deep breath, he
sat down and pulled the somewhat anxious woman into his lap.
"Don't worry. It doesn't matter. By the time he gets here it
will be too late."
***************************
"Okay Pete, now you may call the police, but keep them at
bay. If Deborah knows the police are here, she will harm
Nikki. Jack, keep a low profile, I want Deborah to see only
me, but stay close by. I'm going to need your help."
"Yea!" Jack muttered to himself. Mac turned and cocked a
questioning eyebrow at Jack. "I mean, uh sure thing
buddy!" he cried, clapping a hand on Mac's shoulder.
"Good, then let's get moving." Together, they jumped down
out of Mac's jeep and began their trek through the dense
forest.
As they wove in and out amongst the trees, Jack
whispered, "Mac, we both know Deborah won't let you leave
alive."
"I know." Mac clenched his fists, "But I will make sure
one of us does."
******************************
She removed the binoculars from her eyes and turned
around in anticipation. "I see him! He's headed straight for
us!"
"Do you see anyone else with him?"
"No."
"Good. Are you set my pet?"
Grinning devilishly, she replied, "Ready, willing and very
capable."
********************
As she listened to her captors, Nikki broke out into a cold
sweat. She didn't know if it was the intense burning of her
skin or the fact that Mac was walking straight into a trap.
Her head spinning, Nikki mentally pleaded for Mac not to
rescue her, but she knew he was too far gone for that.
************************
As Mac approached the side exit door, he motioned for
Jack to stay back and hide behind the bushes. Jack shook
his head, ready to argue, but a quick look from Mac stopped
him. Taking a deep breath, Mac switched off his flashlight,
as did Jack. He wanted to enter undetected, if at all
possible. As he tugged outward on the heavy door, Mac was
surprised to find the main floor flooded with light. Looking
heavenward, Mac stared into the dark maze of catwalks.
Slipping the flashlight into his small backpack, Mac tucked
his swiss army knife between his teeth and began his ascent.
A low, mournful sound penetrated Mac's eardrums.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Mac clenched down so
hard on the knife, his teeth hurt. Overlooking the main floor
of the furniture warehouse turned auditorium, he made his
way to the highest level of catwalks.
"NO!" Nikki's muffled cries strained against her gag.
"Take it easy," a voice whispered into her ear. Removing
the gag from her mouth, Mac reassured her, "I'm okay,
the music didn't affect me." Her relief was short lived, as she
recalled the sinister words spoken only moments before by her kidnappers.
Desperately, Nikki pleaded, "Mac, "You have to leave, it's
a trap, Mu . . ."
Suddenly, a click was heard as the music stopped and the
lights came on in full force.
"She's right, Macgyver. You should have left things well
enough alone, but I knew you wouldn't." Smiling, a dark
haired figure emerged from the shadows.
Blinking profusely, Mac's knife fell from his lips and slipped
between the precarious metal slats, soundlessly falling three
stories to the ground floor.
"Murdoc!"
