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A/N: I desperately wanted some MacRiley content after the last episode! Here's some to tide us over until next Friday!

The MacGyver Residence

"I'm so sorry Mac, I know I promised I would never do this," Matty said, apology written all over her face.

"It's alright, Matty, just tell me what the mission is," Mac sighed, rubbing his forehead. So much for a relaxed weekend with his wife and children.

"I'm going to need both you and Riley in on this one, Mac. It's that important."

"Okay, I'll get her up. Do you need us to come in to the war room for this one?"

Matty nodded. "Don't worry about finding a babysitter for the girls. We can take them at the Phoenix while you guys are on mission."

Mac sighed as he hung up. Riley would not be happy to be woken up this early, especially not when their twin daughters had finally begun to sleep through the night.

He ran his hand through his sweaty hair and went to take a shower. No need to wake Riley up until he was clean after his run.

"Mac?" Riley called from the bed as he got out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go to work.

"Hey Riles," he said, smiling at her disheveled appearance.

"What's going on?" Riley asked. Apparently he wasn't hiding his disappointment as well as he had hoped.

Mac sighed again and sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. "Matty called us in. She needs us for a mission. She said it was so important that she was willing to break her promise to not send us on a solo mission and that they would take care of the girls at the Phoenix."

Riley nodded and ran her hand through her husband's damp hair. "I knew this could happen. We just work too well together for her to split us up permanently."

Mac ran his hands over his face. "I know, but I think we should seriously consider retiring after this mission, or at least requesting to work solely in the lab. I couldn't stand it if our daughters had to grow up without one or both of their parents."

Riley nodded, silently acknowledging the unspoken part of what he had said. He didn't want their daughters to be forced into the same type of childhood that he had, and that she had. He never wanted his girls to doubt his love for them.

"Me neither."

Riley stood up and offered her hand to he husband. "One last mission?" She asked.

Mac smiled before taking his wife's hand and standing up.

"One last mission."

—

The Phoenix Foundation

Somewhere in Los Angeles

Twenty minutes later, Mac and Riley walked into the Phoenix, each with a sleeping baby in a car seat in tow.

"It's good to see you guys," Matty said with a smile on her face.

"It's good to be back and feeling like myself again," Riley said, a smile on her face. She had been on maternity leave for the last six months and had been rather antsy to get back behind the keyboard.

"Thank you for coming and for agreeing to do this after such short notice," Matty said, peering into the carseat of one of the babies. "Plus it's always good to see my goddaughters."

"Thank you for watching them for us," Riley replied.

Mac set his daughter's carseat down on the table and picked up a paperclip. "What's the mission?"

Matty turned to the screen in the room. "Last night we received an encoded message from an unknown source in the middle east. The code was an old one, and the last time it was used was on a mission during my CIA days."

"Who was it from?" Riley asked, rocking her carseat as their other daughter began to fuss.

"That's the strange part. It could only have come from one of my old team members. They're the only ones who knew the code. Most of them are now the higher ups in the CIA, and it wasn't from them. All the rest are either dead or retired."

"So you want us to find the source and put them down?" Mac asked.

Matty shook her head. "No, I do want you to and the source, but the code was a distress call. It was a code that we only used when we needed an immediate exfil and there was no other way to communicate that. Whoever is at the other side of it needs help and you are going to help them, bring them back home."

"Let's bring them home, then," Mac said, putting a paperclip house onto the table.

"I've got the jet ready for you," Matty said, "and the girls are in the best hands."

The new parents each took a baby in their arms to say goodbye.

"You be a good girl for Auntie Matty, Jackie," Riley said, smiling.

"You too, Charlie," Mac said, kissing his daughter on the forehead. They then switched babies and said their goodbyes to their other daughter as well.

Once the twins were once again settled in their carseats, Riley handed Matty the heaping diaper bag. "I wrote their feeding and sleeping instructions in the notebook on the top," she said, trying not to cry.

"It's okay, Riles," Mac said, taking his wife's hands. "The girls will be in the safest hands until we get back."

"I know," Riley said, looking at them. "I've never been separated from them before, though."

"Riley," Matty said gently, "It's always the hardest to leave them the first time. I will do my very best to care for them while you're gone. I promise."

Riley nodded and allowed her husband to lead her to the jet.

—

Somewhere in the Middle East

No One Knows Exactly Where- It's Too Dark

The man blinked his eyes. He didn't know why he bothered anymore- it had been dark for far too long.

He barely remembered the last time he had seen the sun- it was probably years now. It was impossible to keep track in the tiny cell they had been keeping him in.

He had escaped the day before. Well, not escaped exactly. He had found his way out of his cell and had found a communication set up. He had only had the time to send a short, encoded distress call before his captors caught up to him.

Every day here had been the same as the last- dark, cold, and hungry.

But today was different. Today he had hope. Today he knew that MacGyver was coming for him.

A/N: I'm not really a fan of the title, so if any of you have any better ideas for it, please let me know! :)