I walked into the kitchen, to see a variety of containers, pots and moulds lining the bench. Sitting around the bench were Riley, Jack and Bozer, discussing which presidents they were each going as for the Halloween party this weekend. Bozer was dead set on the idea of everyone going as a president, and his excitement was contagious.
"Hey all," I said as I reached the bench.
Riley and Jack turned to see me, as Bozer started mixing something.
"Hey, you're just in time for Bozer's mask making session," Riley told me, "Which your boyfriend has skipped out on."
"Yeah, sit your butt down and go through this mayhem with us," Jack demanded.
"Ah, worse luck for you," I laughed and made my way to the fridge, "I've already got a mask setting. Anyone want a drink?"
There were affirmative noises from Riley and Jack and a 'no' from Bozer, so I grabbed some beers and leant on the bench opposite the Phoenix Foundation members.
"Did any of you get caught in that traffic jam earlier?" I asked innocently.
"Traffic jam?" Riley asked in confusion.
Jack caught on quickly enough though. "Yeah Riley, you know, the one a few blocks back from where they're holding the peace talks. The talks made traffic in that area hell."
Riley went a little paler at his words, and I knew for certain that they were somehow involved.
"I heard something about, a bomb threat I think?" I ventured. It wasn't a difficult guess to make, they had been chasing The Ghost, and he was a bomb maker for hire. I knew that there were people out there that would like to see the talks disrupted, if he wasn't doing it purely for his own sake.
At my words, both Riley and Jack stilled and it was Jack's turn to lose colour.
"I, um, I think I heard Director Thornton mention it is passing," Jack recovered.
I nodded, they were definitely involved and there was most definitely a bomb involved.
"So, are you all coming to the Halloween party?" I switched the subject to something more light hearted.

It was later in the afternoon that MacGyver returned home, after having visited Alfred Pena's wife and 5 year old daughter. He was in a better mood than I had seen him since this whole thing started, but he still wasn't quite back to his normal self.
Of course, the moment he had stepped foot through the door, Bozer had set upon him for mask making. His was now the only mask not setting, and Bozer was keen to get started on it before he had to leave for work.
Riley and Jack had both left shortly after MacGyver had returned. Close as they are, I think the presence of each other was making deal with the events of the day a little difficult.

"So what was going on with the cordon around the peace talks today?" I asked Mac, as we were lazing in bed. It wasn't late, but there was a comfort in being able to just sit in bed together.
"I found the vehicle The Ghost was using, and Jack went running in after him," MacGyver closed his eyes a moment before continuing, "As he rushed in, Jack stepped on a pressure plate. I had to find and disable both bombs before Jack could even move. It was, not fun."
I pulled him close, not knowing what I could say. Anything I could think of seemed kind of pathetic in comparison to what they had faced.
We sat like that for a bit, running my hands through his hair and massaging his scalp. Then Mac's stomach growled.
"Little hungry, Mac?" I asked with a smile.
"Yup," He replied. "Got busy at work today, forgot to have lunch," He tried to joke.
"I could make something," I paused, "But our kitchen has been turned into a makeshift craft shop."
The blonde chuckled, the feeling reverberating through my chest.
"We could ask Bozer to bring something home from work," Mac suggested.
I nodded, "He should finish in about an hour," I agreed, "If you can last that long."
It was only after the words left my mouth that I realised the double entendre. The smirk on MacGyver's lips told me he hadn't missed it.
"Order food first," I said laughing. "Then I can think of some ways to keep you occupied until it arrives."
As Mac was asking Bozer to bring us food, I remembered that our kitchen come props department included Bozer's favourite substance for fake blood, chocolate sauce.

As Mac returned his phone to the bedside table, I locked one handcuff around his wrist and the other to the bed head. He gave a shout of surprised, as I walked to the kitchen to retrieve the chocolatey substance.
When I returned, Mac was standing by the bed with the handcuffs in one hand and not much else on. One of my bobby pins lay on the floor beside the bed.
"You really need to teach me how to do that," I commented, as I placed the bottle on the bedside table.
"Your turn," was all he said, before I was picked up and deposited on the bed.

Later, as we lay on the bed, I heard the click of the front door shutting.
I glanced across to Mac, who was dozing lightly with his arm around me. Despite how hungry he was earlier, I opted to let him sleep. Slowly I wiggled my way off the bed, taking care not to disturb the sleeping blonde. I grabbed my underwear and a shirt off the floor, donning them before exiting the room.

Bozer looked up as a floor board creaked under my weight.
"Hey," he smiled, "Food's on the counter."
I thanked him as I made my way over to the plastic bag that was wafting delicious, burger smells. As I reached the kitchen bench, I grabbed MacGyver's wallet and handed Bozer the money we owed him. He didn't notice the notes I was waving at him to begin with, his head searching through the cupboard for something.
"Have you seen the chocolate sauce?" he asked, removing his head from the pantry and looking at me.
I looked down, trying to hide the slight flush on my cheeks.
"We may have used most of it," I admitted sheepishly, staring at the dried smear of sauce on my hand.
"Huh, thought we'd run out of ice cream," Bozer mused, before looking at me properly.
He took in my messy hair and the fact all I was wearing was Mac's shirt.
"Oh," he commented foolishly, "right."
I rubbed the back of my neck with my hand. "Yeah, sorry about that."
"Nah, all good," he smiled, "Just, I do not want the rest of that bottle back. You guys can keep that."
Bozer turned to the drying masks on the bench.
"Take your food and go back to," he waved in the direction of the bedrooms, "whatever you were doing."
I opened my mouth to say something and Bozer cut me off.
"Nope, don't want to know," he said. "And you made me bring you food cause you were too busy doing that."
I laughed at that. "In my defence, I would have cooked something but SOMEONE has turned our kitchen into a special effects art studio."
I gave him a mock glare.
"Go back to your genius," was all Bozer replied. "And keep it down, I don't need to hear that," he added as an afterthought.