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It was almost four in the morning when Bozer finally pulled up in the driveway. He and Leanna had been working late, which had been happening more often in the last two weeks since Mac and Riley both quit and Jack was out on leave, using his sick days and vacation time. Even with the extremely late night, they still had a lot more work to do tomorrow. Bozer wondered if he should've just slept in his lab, but he wanted to sleep in his bed. It was a lot more comfortable. Plus, he wanted to check on Mac. He didn't like leaving his best friend home alone due to the circumstances.

Ever since Mac quit two weeks ago, Bozer had been doing his best to make sure his friend was okay and trying to get him to come back to work. He knew that Mac's father coming back into his life was hard on the blonde, and though he knew that more had happened during their mission together with Jack, Bozer hoped that Mac would be able to fix his relationship with his father. But Mac was refusing to talk about it. So, it was his duty as Mac's best friend to be there for him and make sure he was okay.

"I'm home." Bozer said as he entered the building, just in case Mac was still up. While normal people weren't still up at four in the morning, Mac wasn't normal. There had been several times his roommate stayed up all night working on a project. From the looks of things though, it was clear that Mac was in bed. So, Bozer locked the door and went over to the alarm to turn it off and reset it before it went off. He stopped though when he saw the screen was completely black.

"Huh, guess he forgot to turn on the alarm." Bozer mumbled to himself, then pressed the 'on' button. When nothing happened though, Bozer just continued into house, assuming the alarm was just broken or something. He'd tell Mac about it in the morning and he'd probably fix it. The mask-maker stopped in his tracks though when he saw that the terrace door which had a large window in it that was shattered, thousands of pieces of glass lying on the floor.

"What the," Bozer started, then immediately stopped, dread and fear surging through his body. Though he hadn't been a spy for very long, nor was he in the field all that often, everyone knew that an alarm not working and a broken window were not good signs.

"Mac!" Bozer yelled as he ran towards his roommate's bedroom and threw open the door. When he saw that the room was completely empty, he ran into every single room in the house in search for his best friend, but he found no one. The place was deserted. Now completely panicked, Bozer pulled out his phone and hit one of the few numbers he had on speed dial.

"Jack? It's Bozer." Bozer started, pausing when Jack started complaining about the time, but he quickly ignored it and said, "Yeah, I know it's late, or really early depending on how you look at it but, but I think Mac was just kidnapped."

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Mac woke up a lot slower and a lot more groggy than he would have liked. The sad thing was, he was getting used to waking up feeling like that. It meant that he had been drugged. And if he had been drugged, that meant that either something bad had happened to him and he was in the hospital, or he had just been kidnapped, again. While the blonde really hoped it was the first one, despite how much he hated hospitals, he was pretty sure it was the latter. The fact that he was sitting upright in something hard like a chair and what felt like rope wrapped tightly around his wrists though proved that even though he hadn't opened his eyes yet.

Soon though, Mac felt awake and alert enough to try and figure out what happened, where he was, and how to get out. So Mac forced his blue eyes open and examined his soundings. He was in a dark and damp room with no windows and only one door. It reminded him a lot of when Murdoc kidnapped him. Only difference was that the person who took him didn't stick an IV in him and used rope to tie his wrists to the chair arms instead of handcuffs.

After testing the ropes a little by pulling on them, he found they were far too tight for him to slip his hands out. So, he wracked his brain, trying to figure out who kidnapped him this time. The first person who came to mind was Murdoc, as he was pretty much his nemesis and the assassin had done this before, but Mac had no shortage of enemies. He didn't have long to think and theorize though before the steel door opened and a tall, muscular man came in.

"Morning mini MacGyver." The man said with a smile as he shut the door, then walked over to Mac.

"Walsh?" Mac quickly recognized the person in front of him. Walsh smiled and crouched down in front of him.

"That's right. Good to see that the drug hasn't caused any permanent injury." Walsh responded, his smile causing chills to run through Mac's spine, though he did his best to hide that.

"Why do you care? You hate me, and you hate my Dad. Pretty sure you didn't kidnap me to make sure that I'm perfectly healthy." Mac wondered, leaning back in his chair.

"You're right about that." Walsh confirmed, nodding his head while his smile shrunk a little.

"You going to tell me why I'm here?" Mac finally asked. He knew there was a reason Walsh had kidnapped him. If he simply wanted revenge, he probably would've just killed him, instead of going through the trouble of breaking into his home, drugging him, and taking him.

"Well, there's two reasons actually." Walsh revealed, "One, to get back at your Dad."

"Well, that's not going to work. My Dad couldn't care less about me." Mac immediately objected with a slight scoff.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Walsh told him before adding, "Either way, the main reason is reason number two."

"And that is?" Mac prompted the man to continue.

"As you well know, there's a certain drug your father started to make, but never perfected it." The former Agent instinctively tensed up when Walsh said that, the pieces already falling into place.

"You, mini MacGyver, are going to make and perfect it for me." Walsh told him with a sick grin that promised Mac what was going to happen if he refused, but the blonde didn't care. He wasn't going to help him. So that left only one option. Endure whatever his Dad's former partner had planned for him until he either escaped, or help arrived. Either way, Mac knew this was going to be a long and pain-filled day.

AN – Hope you all liked this chapter. Next one will be up in a week. See you all then!