I rushed up the stairs to Patricia Thornton's office, not really paying much attention to the people I passed by. I had got a text to my phone from Andie Lee, Thornton's assistant, telling me that things had gone south while MacGyver and his team were in Latvia. All they were supposed to be doing was collecting the leader of a supposedly ISIS related cell, so what exactly had happened was left up to my (overactive) imagination.
Andie met with me as I approached the Director's office.
"She's not in there," the dark haired woman told me, holding a tablet to her chest.
"Okay," I replied, falling in step with her, "Where is she then?"
We took a detour down a corridor, heading towards the conference rooms if my memory served me right.
"Both the director and Mr Bozer are in conference room three, where Riley is keeping in contact with us," she informed me.
We stopped outside a door, Andie unlocking it and then pushing it open. Bozer turned towards the door, stalking towards it with his mouth opened. Then he saw that I was standing in the door way, and stopped dead.
"Are you here to take me home?" he asked, both hopeful and a little deflated.
I stepped into the room and Andie shut the door behind me, leaving the two of us in the room alone. Director Thornton wasn't anywhere in sight currently.
"No, not here to take you home," I replied, "But here to sit and stress with you."
With that, Bozer closed the space between us and wrapped me in a tight hug.
"Man, they nearly didn't make it to the embassy on time," he gushed, "Those guys, they were right behind them, shooting."
I shook my head. "Not really information I wanted to hear, Boze," I said honestly.
We both sat down in front of the screen, keeping an eye what was going on.

When MacGyver decided that he was going to turn a couple of doors into shields and rush out with Jack to get the Marines back into the building, I started swearing at the screen.
"What the hell is he thinking?" I shouted.
"You know full well what MacGyver is thinking," Patricia said dryly.
"Yea, that if he has to take a hit to get the Marines back in, well it's totally worth it," I spat out.
"My boyfriend is a freaking idiot."
Bozer slung his arm over me, and I turned to look at him. He smiled a little, the look he gets when he has an idea. He turned to Patricia, his head tipped to the side and a charming smile on his face.
"Director, do you have a kitchen of some sort in here?" he asked sweetly.
The director of the Phoenix Foundation thought for a moment, then smiled. I think she knew that Bozer was trying to distract me with baking.
"We don't have a fully functional kitchen, but there should be mixers and an oven in one of the laboratories," she informed us, just as MacGyver and Jack made it back into the embassy building safely.
All of us let out a sigh of relief, and then I realised that I didn't have any ingredients to cook anything.
"Patty, if I'm going to bake then I'm going to need ingredients," I told her, "And I doubt you keep baking supplies here."
She shook her head at me, "No, there aren't any in the building, but there is a store at the end of the road."

10 minutes later, I was standing in one of the Phoenix Foundation laboratories with flour, butter and spices all around me. I had decided I was going to make gingerbread men for when they returned. Because they had to return, I wasn't going to think otherwise.
Bozer stayed in the conference room, partially so he knew what was going on, and partly because he wasn't actually cleared to be down in the Foundation's labs.
I took my time, carefully making the gingerbread dough and making them into the biscuits. I knew that if anything happened, anything serious at least, Bozer would call me.
I had one batch of gingerbreads in the oven, and was finishing cutting up the dough for the second batch of biscuits when my phone rang.
Hurriedly I wiped my hands down and grabbed my phone. My heart leapt into my throat when I saw the caller ID.
"Bozer, what's happened?" I asked, the worry in my voice evident.
"The Latvians are falling back," He told me, but his voice didn't sound as jubilant as it should have with that news.
"That's great, isn't it?" I replied.
"It would be," he sounded grim and my stomach knotted, "If they weren't waiting for reinforcements."
I knew that Patricia had organised reinforcements to help our boys out. "When are our reinforcements getting there?"
"In three hours," he replied.
"And their reinforcements?"
There was a pause before Bozer replied, "In two."
I knew instantly that there was no way that they could hold up against that many people for that amount of time. I felt sick.
Just then the timer for the oven went off.
"Bozer, I'm going to take these cookies out and put the next batch in, and then I'm going to be right up there," I told him.
"Thanks," he replied, "thanks."
I hung up and dealt with the oven, my hands shaking ever so slightly.

I knocked on the door to conference room three, and swiftly it opened and Patricia Thornton, face grim, ushered me in.
"We aren't 100% sure what's going on in there," she told me. "Riley isn't able to get any messages out to us, and we aren't able to get any through to her either."
I closed my eyes, taking a few breaths.
"So all we can do is wait and hope?" I asked.
The older woman nodded sadly. The mood in the room was incredibly sombre.
"Hey, they've got Mac," Bozer spoke up, "I can guarantee my man is thinking of a way out as we speak."
"Yea," I agreed, but I was still worried, "Yea, I'm sure he is."

About half an hour later, the gingerbreads were sitting cooling when there was a call through to Director Thornton. Bozer and I sat there, tension evident in our bodies. We all but held our breath while Patricia was talking, waiting to hear the news.
She put down the phone and turned to the both of us.
"They are all out of the building and safe," she informed us, the relief evident in both her voice and her face.
I let out my breath, the knot of worry in my stomach unravelling.
"How?" I asked, knowing full well that our reinforcements hadn't arrived yet.
Thornton smirked at me. "Apparently MacGyver made improvised explosives from sugar and trapped the insurgents in the building, allowing everyone to climb out of the second story and drive to safety."
Bozer let out a laugh at that. "Course he did! My man, coming through again," he looked so happy.

The team walked through the door, Bozer running to hug Mac and then checking on Riley. Once his attention had turned to the techie, I made my way to MacGyver myself.
"We thought you weren't going to make it out," I breathed, holding him close.
"So did we," He admitted, resting his chin on my shoulder.
We pulled apart a little, still not game to actually let go of each other yet.
"You smell like gingerbread," the blonde mused.
I laughed, gesturing to the plates of cookies sitting on the conference table next to the bowl of paperclips.
"Bozer's idea," I admitted, "To keep me calm after I started swearing at the screen."
"You should have seen Mac," Jack was in the middle of retelling an event to Bozer. "This grenade came through the window..."
Beside me I felt Mac still, and I wondered what was coming next.
"And Mac, he just bent down and picked it up and tossed it back out the window. Like a second later the thing exploded."
I turned to face him, an incredibly unimpressed expression on my face.
"You did what?!" I nearly shouted.
Mac pulled me into a kiss, stopping my rant short. In the background I could hear Riley, Jack and Bozer laughing.