Later, they sat curled up against each other, watching the TV, a large tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream nestled between them. Admittedly, Katy was making more progress with the ice cream than he was, but that may have been because it was her favourite flavour. She had been so thrilled when MacGyver had presented it to her earlier. He was sure the squeals of delight were a big sign of her immense gratitude. Well, that and the passionate kiss she'd hit him with that had left them both a little breathless.

'Yep,' he thought, as watched the reflection of the screen on her face. 'This has been a really good day. She's been here with me and she's been so considerate. Maybe there's something I can give her in return. Something she'll really appreciate.'

Then he remembered that tomorrow was Saturday. They had the next two days together before they had to go back to work and MacGyver was sure there would be another assignment waiting for him without fail. He bit his lower lip and frowned as he thought. What could he do that would be special to her, to show her he was serious? He quickly glanced her way as she giggled at something on the TV. Sensing his eyes on her, she looked over at him.

"Everything okay, hun?" she asked, her contented smile starting to fade.

He didn't reply straight away; instead he leaned back and gave her a considering look for a few long moments.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

She flushed, her hair falling forward slightly. Quickly, MacGyver scooted closer on the couch and pushed a few wayward strands back, running his hands through her smooth brown hair. She turned her head towards him and they just stared at each other, drinking in the pleasure of the other's company.

"I want to do something for you," he whispered after a while. "Something special."

"You don't have to do anything. I'm just happy that I can be here with you. That's all I could ever want."

He smiled gently, before reminding her,

"We have the weekend to ourselves. Why waste it?"

The smile she gave in return was a little more suggestive.

"I wasn't saying we should waste it…"

Before he even realised what he was doing, he was kissing her. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, relishing in the prickles of desire that ran through him when she passionately returned the kiss. For the second time that day, they found themselves lying side by side on the couch, slowly undressing each other.

MacGyver broke off, laughing.

"What?" she insisted.

"Maybe we should try something a little different…" he suggested, a wicked grin on his face. She wriggled a little closer to him, whispering breathlessly,

"What did you have in mind, darling?"

Rolling over her, he pushed them both off the couch, making sure he landed with his back on the floor.

"How do you feel about the kitchen table?"

She made a face.

"We have to eat on that, you know!"

"Out on the decking?" he replied, as he ran his tongue along the edge of her ear. She snorted,

"So all the neighbours can watch?"

"Well, we could always do the traditional thing and go to bed?"

"Or…"

"Or… we can do it here, on the floor, in front of the fire."

In response, she kissed him, allowing her weight to sink down into him gradually and feeling the solid muscle of his body against hers.

"I'll take that as a yes!" he panted. Katy didn't reply; she was too busy pushing his shirt up to sensually lick at his stomach. He groaned, his control fading. Then she abruptly stopped and froze. He sat up to ask her what was wrong and then he felt it too. Something wet and sticky was soaking into his jeans all the way down his leg. Katy gave him an accusatory look.

"You didn't!"

He spluttered at the insult, while trying to work out exactly what he was sitting on.

"It's the ice cream! It melted on the floor!" he exclaimed. She ran her finger along the edge of the small puddle now forming and stuck it in her mouth.

"You're right, it's the ice cream!" she laughed.

Taking advantage while she was distracted, he grabbed her and rolled over her, gently pinning her arms to the floor.

"Teach you to laugh at me…" he muttered breathlessly, kissing her hard as he pulled her jeans all the way off, and then scooted down her body.

She gasped,

"Mac…"

*****

MacGyver rolled over, instinctively burying his head into the blanket, before remembering he was actually lying on the cold wooden floor of his living room. A quick glance around the room told him he was alone. Picking himself up and carefully wrapping the blanket round his naked form, he headed for the stairs. Then he heard the sounds of the shower running and he smiled. Today was Saturday and the day stretched out before them, filled with endless possibilities.

He heard her climb out of the shower and go into the bedroom.

"Hey," he greeted, leaning against the doorframe. She smiled back at him.

"Shower free?" he continued.

She nodded. "You want breakfast?"

"In bed?" he called from the bathroom.

"Actually, I was thinking we could go out and get something to eat."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, like-" she was interrupted by a loud crash from downstairs.

"What was that?" MacGyver stuck his head into the bedroom.

"I don't know." Katy looked down at the towel wrapped around her and frowned.

"But I don't think I'll go have a look." She turned to MacGyver and stared up at him pleadingly.

He sighed, "Fine."

Quickly he pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, before giving Katy a quick kiss.

Downstairs, there was glass all over the kitchen floor, and the windows in the front door were all smashed. MacGyver swiftly checked the rest of the houseboat, but there was nothing else wrong. A few large stone lay on the floor among the shards of glass.

Katy ran down the stairs, dressed in her jeans and a t-shirt.

"What is it?"

He sighed again, "Looks like a few kids messing around. All the windows are smashed."

Just then, they heard the sound of a car driving away, the tires squealing on the tarmac. MacGyver ran outside.

"My jeep! They slashed my tires too!" he yelled.

"Some start to our weekend," Katy muttered. MacGyver came back in, his feet crunching on the broken glass. Katy rubbed her arms in a nervous gesture and eyed the mess on the floor.

"You don't think they'll be back?"

MacGyver hugged her, running his hands down her back relaxingly.

"I doubt it. But I'll get someone from Phoenix to take a look around, in case this wasn't just a prank."

"What else could it be?"

MacGyver hesitated. "I don't know."

Katy pulled back, making eye contact.

"You think someone might be trying to hurt you?"

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time."

Katy shivered.

"You know, as much as I love working for Phoenix, sometimes it can be really creepy."

"Come on," MacGyver replied. "Let's get out of here. We'll go get some breakfast."

*****

The man in the shadows across the street from the marina smiled maliciously and turned over the listening device he carried in his hand. It hadn't been difficult to place the small microphone in the houseboat when he shattered the windows, and they hadn't suspected a thing. MacGyver might have been able to get away last time, but this time everything was going according to plan.

"MacGyver, your time is almost up…" he muttered, still grinning wickedly, as he climbed into his plain black car.