This is the sequel to 'Search and Rescue'. This is a storyline here, but I got a bit carried away in the first and second chapters, hence the rating. I hope you don't think it's too long-winded!

Disclaimer: I do not own MacGyver (much as I would like to!) or any of the characters, only the character of Katy Marks.

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MacGyver reached the door of his houseboat, still digging around in his jacket pocket for his keys. He was surprised when the handle turned easily, and the door swung inwards. He was immediately on guard, dropping his bag, as he stepped cautiously inside and crept towards the living area of the houseboat. Keeping his back to the stairway, he scanned the room for any signs of disturbances. Everything looked normal and he couldn't see anything missing at a first glance. Suddenly a hand came down on his shoulder. MacGyver yelped and jumped to the side, spinning around to face whoever was behind him. She stood just above him on the stairs, leaning on the rail and smirking at him.

"Geez, Katy, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

She laughed softly, as he began to relax and smiled back.

"Come here," he instructed, walking to the bottom of the stairs. She sauntered down towards him and accepted his hug gladly.

"Without meaning to sound ungrateful, what are you doing here?"

He pulled back from the hug regretfully, his hands still running through her hair.

"Well, I heard you were getting back into the country today, so I thought I'd come and say hi."

MacGyver closed his eyes briefly. He'd spent the last four weeks watching his back for the international assassin chasing him across Europe, snatching sleep where he could and using all his wits just to stay one step ahead. Now that it was over he was thoroughly exhausted. The sound of Katy's clear English voice was so familiar to him that he realised he'd come to find it relaxing, like he almost expected it. When he opened his eyes, she was looking at him with confusion and worry.

"Thank you. That really means a lot," he explained quietly.

"You look shattered," she told him, reaching out to run her hand along his arm. "How about a nap?"

Ordinarily he would have protested, but his body took over from his mind as he caved in to a big yawn. Katy sighed, handed him his bag and led him upstairs. He noticed as they entered the bedroom that the sheets had been changed and a flood of gratitude rushed through him.

"Oh, I need to let Pete know I'm okay, that I got home safely." He blinked and yawned again.

"It's okay, I'll call him. You just get some sleep."

He undressed almost in a trance and climbed under the covers, already slipping into a drowsy state. Katy sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the sheets up around him, before leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

"It's really nice to have you here. You know that, right?" he murmured sleepily.

"Yeah, I know," she whispered back, making sure to close the door softly behind her as she left the room.

*****

He was running, running away from someone, down dark streets, hiding, ducking, jumping; anything he could think of. He knew it wasn't working. Still the heavy running footsteps were behind him and the occasional spurt of gunfire from the semi-automatics they carried. MacGyver ducked behind a stack of boxes to catch his breath. He was close to the pier; the smell of the salt carried on the night air told him the sea was nearby. In the dim moonlight, he could make out the mast of a sailing boat a few hundred yards away, telling him he was at the harbour. He knew it was the same man after him who had tried to assassin him in Europe. He also knew he would stop at nothing to get him once and for all.

MacGyver peered over the top of a box. They were standing right in front of the exit to the harbour, looking around the place for him. Then they dragged someone forward. It was Katy, restrained and blindfolded. MacGyver watched helplessly as they put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger…

*****

He woke with a start. The late afternoon sun behind the curtains cast the room into a soft orange glow. It was very quiet. All MacGyver could hear was his own heavy breathing and the ticking of the clock on the opposite wall.

'God, what if something happened?' he started thinking, then forced himself to stop. 'It was just a nightmare, that's all,' he told himself. 'Just a nightmare…'

Making his way slowly down the stairs, MacGyver looked around for Katy. He could smell something cooking in the kitchen and he wandered over to peer into one of the saucepans.

"It's going to be spinach and carrot cannelloni," came her voice from behind him. Katy snuck up to his side, slipping an arm round his waist, at the same time as his arm came across her shoulders.

"Smells really good."

"Wait 'til you taste it. This is one of my favourite recipes."

MacGyver gave her a squeeze and moved off towards the couch.

"What time is it?"

"Coming up for six o'clock."

She headed over to him as he sat back down heavily, holding his head in his hands.

"Are you alright?" Carefully she sat down next to him and ran her hand up and down his back soothingly.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a nightmare."

"You want to talk about it?"

He glanced at her, holding her gaze for a minute, thinking about the details of the nightmare; how powerless he'd felt as they dragged her forward and the complete despair and anguish that flooded through him as he watched them shoot one of the people he cared about most. As if sensing what he was thinking about, she said softly,

"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Seem to know exactly what I need to hear."

She smiled in amusement, sliding closer to him until she was lightly touching his leg.

"It's written all over your face, honey. I care about you very much. It was just a dream, it doesn't mean I'm going to leave."

He turned to face her, his eyes fixated on hers and he reached out to cup her face.

"I know that." Then his hand slid round to the back of her neck and pulled her in to him. Their lips met in a deep tender kiss, MacGyver's tongue slipping easily into her mouth to stroke hers. She moaned deep in her throat and tried to shift closer. He chuckled into her mouth, as he held her waist and leaned back on the couch, so they were lying side by side. The kiss was slow and languid, with MacGyver's hands curved possessively over her ass and one of Katy's hands tracing the muscles on his back through the thin fabric of his shirt.

When he started to finger the waistband of her jeans, she pulled back slightly to allow him access.

"You want to do it right here?" she said breathlessly. He nodded, not trusting his voice, and drew her back for another kiss, thrusting his tongue aggressively against hers. She let him roll over her, noticing that he made sure he was the closest to the edge of the sofa. Distracting him by softly biting at his tongue, she unbuttoned his shirt and began to push it off his shoulders. Slowly he dropped more of his weight onto her and ground his hips into hers. Breaking away, she laughed,

"I hope that isn't your Swiss Army knife in your pocket!"

He vengefully nipped at her shoulder and neck for a minute, before licking it tenderly. She turned her head to the side and pushed up into him aggressively. He groaned unconsciously and whispered in her ear,

"Stop wriggling like that! You're making me hungry…"

Abruptly, Katy went very still.

"Shit! The dinner!" she exclaimed, shoving MacGyver to the side and scrambling off the couch, to race over to the kitchen.