I know it's been a while since my last update, but I'm going as fast as I can. I hope you enjoy!
Any mistakes are mine, as I don't have a beta.
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Mac had called Jack from where he was surreptitiously watching out the window when he saw several uniformed men, and woman, emerge from one of the cars. An acronym emblazoned in yellow across their jackets said they were Navy Criminal Investigators. The group had drawn guns and entered a nearby building about a block away from where he and Jack were.
O'Neill promptly put down an antique weapon that he was asking the store owner about and approached his brother asking,
"What?"
MacGyver didn't verbally respond, instead he casually pointed across the street where the 'squad' was disappearing. Jack sighed in relief when he understood what was transgressing.
"It's all one big coincidence. They're here for something else, not us." He said in quiet tones so they wouldn't be overheard.
"Still," Mac responded, "I'd rather not be around if somehow someone finds out that we're here."
"Yeah," Jack took one more glance around the quaint little store, "let's go."
With a murmured thanks to the owner for his time, they left the store and snuck around the corner of the block and climbed back into their own car. They were both worried that something might go wrong and someone would notice them, but nothing and no one did. Mac hopped in behind the driver's seat, as Jack would always get utterly lost in DC, and just started driving, not really having a planned destination yet. They just wanted to be out of the area; there would always be time for u-turns later if needed.
After about five minutes of the type of silence one gets when deep in thought, Mac spoke.
"Do we know where we're going?"
Mac had subconsciously headed over the bridge and into the heart of DC itself. They were currently just passing the famous SPY Museum, and Jack had to chuckle at that. Mac sent him a curious glance, his focus being on the road and not what they were passing.
"Have you ever been there?"
'Huh?' Mac thought, 'Been where?' He stopped for the red light and followed his brother's gaze to the building in question. 'Oh'
"No, I've never been. I get too much of it in real life I guess."
"Figures."
"Yeah," a short pause, "so, where're we goin'?"
"I'm thinking we go right to the source, and stop this now."
"Kinsey?"
"Oh yeah."
"Okay then. Let's go." He hung a right at the light that they were currently stopped at, heading towards the senator's house. He knew exactly where it was; he had spent the last week or so following the pompous jerk to and from it.
"Hang on there Speedy Gonzales, I'm not you. I need a plan, besides, it's five-thirty. A, or first," he mocked. He and Mac shared an alias when sometimes working undercover that was a complete nerd. They both got a kick out of it, and sometimes would tease each other and slip into the character just for fun. "He may not be home, and B, or second, we can't do it during the day. We should wait until dark."
Mac knew he was right, he just wanted to go after the ass that wanted to try to harm the most important thing to him, Jack, and himself. He also knew that Jack felt the same way, and that helped a bit. He sighed and turned towards the slightly older man,
"You're right, but what do we do now?"
Jack responded with a cocky grin,
"I need to do some shopping."
'Joy'
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SG-1, on such short notice, had amazingly been able to find a flight that would take them to DC, arriving approximately at seven-fifteen, give or take a few minutes. Their seat assignments, however, had not been so lucky. They were mostly scattered throughout the plane with Teal'c in the back sitting next to a young boy with endless questions; Daniel several rows ahead of him, sandwiched between a Yankee's fan and a Red Sox fan; and Carter across the way and two rows forward, sitting next to a guy that would make Richard Simmons look like Rambo. Pete and Kate Murphy had been the most fortunate of the group, having the two isle seats next to each other so they could talk.
Murphy leaned over the narrow space dividing her and her friend,
"Pete?"
"Yeah?" he put down a fishing magazine that currently held his attention, and focused on the detective.
"They don't know do they, about Mac and this O'Neill guy being brothers?"
Pete chanced a glance backwards down the plane out of habit just to make sure that none of the team was standing behind him.
"No, I'm positive that they don't know," he spoke in a hushed voice, to keep anyone else from listening to what he was saying, "From what I gather of Jack O'Neill, he is a very private man. I doubt he would have told them."
The only reason that Kate knew was because he had to tell her. He had to explain what had happened to Mac and that included his twin brother.
"Shouldn't we at least warn them? I mean, it's going to be such a shock to them…"
"Yes, it will be, but we should really leave it to Mac and Jack to explain it to them. We have no right to do otherwise."
Pete leaned back into his seat and picked up his magazine opening it to the page he had abandoned, but couldn't focus on the words and images before him. His mind was racing, silently asking forgiveness from Mac for involving even more people into what was the most important secret he had ever been keeping. Pete was right though; they really did have no right.
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Gradually the cabin of the plane had grown darker and darker as the sun retreated from its location in the sky. It wasn't quite dark yet, but it was getting there. The forecasted ETA of Flight 1639 to Washington DC from LA, California was right on the money.
So they were all impressed with themselves when Pete, Murphy and the three members of SG-1 were out of the airport and in a rental car in under half an hour. The few possessions that they did bring were carried on the plane with them, so they didn't waste time at the baggage claim having to fight their way through crowds or argue with other passengers who were certain that the bag you were holding was their own.
They were all loaded in the SUV when Daniel, who had elected to drive, so eloquently asked,
"Umm…guys, where are we going to go?" There was immediate silence as everyone suddenly realized that they had no plan. It was a few seconds before Teal'c spoke up, breaking the silence,
"I believe it would be prudent to head towards Senator Kinsey's place of residence. It would seem fitting that O'Neill and MacGyver would be there, knowing O'Neill would wish to eliminate such a threat as one that he has posed."
"Okay, anybody know where that is?"
"I do," Pete spoke up, and proceeded to give directions.
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MacGyver parked a little ways away from the location of their target so as not to attract any unwanted attention, and stared in over exaggerated disgust of his brother.
"Do you have to have one of those?" he asked. Jack stopped loading and checking his newly acquired gun and looked at Mac with a serious face.
"I understand that you don't like them, and I respect that, but yes, I do need one." Truth be told, he felt naked without one. He looked him in the eye while reaching for the handle for the door.
"Okay," Mac reluctantly conceded. They had had many conversations, arguments, on just this topic alone, and it would never change. There was no way he could ever get Jack to change his mind, and he had learned to live with it; he just wouldn't touch the thing himself.
They both exited the vehicle while Jack mumbled to himself something about wishing he had a zat that Mac could use.
"A what?"
Oops, he had heard him.
"Nothing…are you ready to do this?"
Mac knew that Jack was purposely avoiding the question, and let it slide. He would confront him later when things were quieter, now was not the time.
"Yeah, I get the front, you go around back."
"Yup," They jogged towards the senator's house, and before they got too far away from each other, Mac called out,
"Hey bro, keep your head down, don't get shot again."
"Hey!" He tried to look innocent and raised his right arm to wave, but barely hid the wince when the action pulled on his healing stitches from his stab wound. 'God, it seems like forever since I got this,' he thought as he disappeared from MacGyver's view. He headed around to the back of the ostentatious house, and couldn't believe Kinsey's arrogance. The building was designed to look exactly like the White House in every way. Damn jerk.
Mac, according to the plan, was to go in through the front door, avoiding sensors in the yard, and meet up with Jack once they were inside, then they would go and confront Kinsey.
He had reached the door and was just pulling out his lock picking tools when a car pulled up to the curb. Mac shot up when he heard his name being called, or at least what he thought was his name, by a young man he didn't recognize. All he had actually heard was something that sounded like "ack".
Surprised, he let his attention wander from the door to the man who was walking towards him across the lawn; he was only about twenty feet from him.
"Wait! Stop where you are!" Mac semi-shouted in warning. 'Shoot, shoot, shoot!' "You'll set off an al-" Too late. They both heard the loud sirens from inside, alerting their quarry of his presence. Idiot!
Daniel looked up at the man he thought was Jack sheepishly, he hadn't known about the alarms.
"Come on Jack, let's get out of here," he had to shout to be heard. He ran up the rest of the way and grabbed a hold of MacGyver's arm, but he was having none of it. He didn't know who this person was. He glanced back to the car and was stunned to find Pete waiting by one of the doors, urging him to hurry. 'Pete? What's he doing here?'
The strength of the young man next to him surprised him, and before he knew it, he was half way to the car.
"Wait, wait, I can't go-"
"Come on, Jack, let's go,"
"But…Jack-"
"Jack, quite dragging your feet. You of all people know what that sound means."
"But-" They were now at the car, and Pete had gotten in and had made room for him in the now cramped back seat. He was none so gently shoved in, the door slammed behind him, the young dark haired and bespectacled man had gotten in the drivers seat and pulled out onto the road.
Everything had happened so fast, that Mac hadn't had a chance to get one word in. He had been stunned, and looked at Pete with a questioning glance.
"Hey Mac, good to see ya safe," his friend said quietly.
"Sir, we've come to take you back home. We expected the worst after we had heard that you were checked into the ER," his attention was now on a pretty blonde that was a stranger to him.
"Sir? Stop! I can't leave him," 'Why had they taken him?'
"Leave who O'Neill?" 'O'Neill? Oh shi- that's what happened.'
"I'm not Jack! My name's MacGyver!" He shouted, angry, stunned and confused, "We have to go back for him. I'm not leaving him behind!"
Everyone was jerked forward when Daniel slammed on the breaks. There was stunned silence in the car, as Daniel, Carter, and Teal'c stared at the man they all had thought was their CO. All Daniel could think was, 'What the hell?' which was running through the other two's minds although in different variations
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Jack had headed around to the back door, careful not to set off the many alarms he knew existed and waited two minutes to let Mac get in position. He had already picked the lock in no time, and had just pushed open the door and stepped onto the hard wood floor inside. He was no longer worried about alarms for if one were to go off, it would have done so already.
As if in response to his thoughts, a blaring noise echoed through the house. Caught off guard and surprised he froze. 'What the Hell?' He was positive that he didn't set them off, so that insinuated that Mac did, and he was good enough to not to make such a rookie mistake as tripping an alarm, so that meant….oh god.
All of a sudden he felt alone. There was no better way to describe it except that he somehow knew that Mac wasn't there. Something had happened to him. He tried to fight down a wave of panic that threatened to consume him and steadied his breathing. This was not a time to panic.
The hackles on the back of his neck stood on end, alerting him of danger. He barely had time to register the feeling when he heard a creak come from the stairs behind him.
He turned out of pure reflexes and it was just his luck that as his head moved, it connected solidly with the unforgiving hardness of a baseball bat. There was no time to block it as his mind was preoccupied and not at all focused on what was going on around him as it should have been. Mistakes like that in the past could have killed him and everyone else in his Black Ops Unit.
He was out cold before he hit the floor.
The attacker answered the phone that was now ringing incessantly.
"Hello Mr. Robert Kinsey, this is Potomac Home Security Systems. Our computers are showing that your alarms have gone off, do you wish us to send the police?"
Kinsey smiled down darkly at the body crumpled at the bottom of the stairs in satisfaction. He had been thinking about doing something about him lately with all this hit man business, and God had seen it fit to fulfill his wishes for him. It certainly saved him a lot of effort.
"No, no that won't be necessary. It was just a squirrel."
"Okay Sir. Have a nice night," he heard a click then the call ended.
"Yes, a very good night indeed."
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