Three months later and Mac was pretty much back to normal, he was back at Phoenix, working in the lab on a part time basis, helping the team from the war room when he could. Both he and Matty decided it was too soon to send him on assignment, although if he thought about it, he knew he'd be ready soon.
Everyone was happy to have him back, most of them knowing what he'd been through, thankfully not bringing it up when they talked about how he was. Mac was better at talking about what had happened to him, he still saw Vanessa a couple of times a month and was sharing a lot more. He wasn't getting as many nightmares and Jack had stopped staying over as much, going back to normal and only staying when they'd stayed up late and it was pointless going home.
He was even talking to Vanessa about going to see his father, she thought that it would be good for him to have some closure. The man was in a secure hospital, while there was no cure for a dissociative disorder they were helping him with medications and therapy. Mac hadn't decided if it was a good idea to visit James, he was still scared of the man and didn't want seeing him to push back all his hard work.
It was now Friday and Mac was looking forward to a weekend with the team, unless there was a last minute assignment Matty had agreed for everyone to have three days off, they were going to go camping and it would be the first time Mac had gone for at least six months. He had an appointment that afternoon at the bank and was going to meet the others back at his later to discuss strategies.
Mac was so happy driving home from the bank that he didn't notice the car following him, didn't notice that it took all the same turns as him, stopped at all the same lights. He only discovered something was wrong when a block from his house the car rammed into him from behind, his face slamming into the steering wheel from the impact.
He was in a daze when his door was wrenched open and he was pulled out, he wasn't sure what was happening, but it wasn't good. He started to struggle, kicking out as he was dragged along the ground and pushed against something solid. A fist to his face caused his head to slam into something and he soon lost consciousness, never knowing who it was that had run into him.
Three hours later Matty was pacing the war room, phone in her hand, the sound of ringing and then a voicemail message.
"Matty what's going on?" Jack said, coming in behind her. The text had said war room ASAP.
"Where's Mac?" Matty asked, putting down the phone.
"He had an appointment at the bank, but he should be home by now," Jack replied, not liking the look on his boss's face. "Why?"
"Because as of this morning James MacGyver is free, he escaped from the hospital at 0500 and for some reason that information hasn't gotten to me until now!" Matty exclaimed. "I've been trying Mac, but all I get is his voicemail."
"I'm sure he's fine Matty," Jack said, getting out his own phone.
"Dalton, they emailed me a photo of a note that James left."
She clicked a button and the photo came up on the big screen.
ANGUS IS MINE AND I WILL GET HIM BACK
Jack swore, running from the room, if that bastard had laid one hand on his kids head he wouldn't be alive to regret it.