Oi! I'm glad you're all enjoying the story! Also, I don't think we ever actually learned Murdoc Jr.'s name in the show, so I made one up for him... if anyone knows of a different name, just let me know and I'll go in and change it! :D

"I'm sorry, what?" Mac asked, folding his arms and staring at the hit man. "You need my help to get your son back?"

"MacGyver, you knew I have a son," Murdoc snapped.

"I know you have a son," Mac agreed. "I'm just confused as to why you need help getting him back? Who took him? Why did they take him? Why come to me when you are extremely capable of doing it yourself?"

"I believe you're familiar with the organization known as HIT?" Murdoc asked, purposefully not answering most of Mac's questions.

Mac thought back to a few years prior, when he'd had an assignment in New York that had actually been a trap set up by HIT, or "Homeland International Trust." He'd been saved by a man named John, but before they'd parted ways, John had warned Mac that HIT would probably be back. It would seem that the man was correct.

"I've heard of them," Mac finally responded slowly, not wanting to give away any details that Murdoc might not know. "What about them?"

"They reached out to me and offered me three million dollars to bring you to them," Murdoc explained. MacGyver immediately tensed and backed up slightly, unsure of what that meant for him, or what it had to do with Murdoc's son.

"Aaand?"

"Calm down, Angus. Like I said, if I'd wanted you anywhere other than where you are now, you'd be there, whether that be on the floor in a pool of your own blood, or in my car on my way to HIT headquarters," Murdoc assured the blond, though the man's words didn't do much to make Mac ease up any. Murdoc continued his explanation. "They wanted me to bring you to them alive so that they could have the pleasure of killing you themselves, when we all know that that honor belongs solely to me," he explained, shaking his head as if he were disappointed in the organization for not knowing that.

"Uh, thanks? I think?" MacGyver replied, not sure how he was supposed to respond to that. "So what, they took your son as retribution?"

"Exactly," Murdoc confirmed. "And they offered to give him back if I agreed to bring you in, but if I want to keep my wonderful, strong reputation of being a cold-hearted killer, giving in to ransom demands is not the way to go. Hence why I am here."

"You want me to break into wherever they're keeping your son, help him escape, and let you walk away scott-free when it's all done?" MacGyver asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

"You wouldn't be doing it for me, Angus," Murdoc tried reasoning in his soft voice. "You would be doing it for Carter."

"Doing it for Carter, which in turn helps you," Mac argued.

"MacGyver," Murdoc said, crossing his arms. "Are you really willing to let an innocent be harmed or perish simply because of a petty feud with me?"

"You've tried to kill us, Murdoc," Mac reminded the man. "Several times. I think that counts as more than a 'petty feud.'"

"It's all a matter of perspective," Murdoc said, waving his hand nonchalantly. Mac was going to argue, but Murdoc interrupted him. "What do you say, Angus?" he asked, holding out his hand. "Partners?"

Mac stared at the outstretched hand in skepticism, but the pictures of Murdoc's son they had a file on kept flashing through his mind, and he finally nodded. "Fine," he agreed. "I'll help you. But we aren't partners." He didn't take the man's outstretched hand though, and after a few moments, Murdoc lowered it as Mac continued talking. "One condition though: we do things my way. No shooting unless it's absolutely necessary, and if you have to shoot, make it a non-lethal shot."

"Oh MacGyver," Murdoc sighed. "Your sense of noblesse oblige can really be a pain sometimes."

"It's either that or the deal is off," Mac said, refusing to budge on his stance. "What's it going to be?"

Murdoc studied him for a moment before he relented. "Very well," he said. "We will play by your rules if you insist."

"I do," Mac replied firmly. Murdoc rolled his eyes, but didn't fight the blond on it, for which Mac was grateful. "So what's the plan to get your son back?" Mac asked. Murdoc began pacing as he explained what he was thinking.

"First things first, we need to make sure HIT doesn't suspect anything."

"And what's your suggestion for that?" Mac asked as he watched Murdoc walk around Mac's living room with his fingers steepled under his chin.

"Oh, that's easy," Murdoc replied, pausing and looking at MacGyver. "You're going to get in, find my son, then get out."

"Easy?" Mac asked incredulously. "Murdoc, that's barely an idea, let alone an easy one! To start off with, how do you propose that I get inside-"

"Would you listen to what I have planned?" Murdoc snapped. MacGyver fell silent and glared while Murdoc began explaining his plan.

0-0-0

"You're sure he's here?" Mac asked as he looked at the abandoned business building just ahead of them. They were about half a mile away from what Murdoc said was HIT HQ, not wanting to get too close until it was time to execute Murdoc's plan.

"Is now really the time to start not trusting me?" Murdoc asked without looking at his companion.

"I never trusted you in the first place," Mac shot back. Murdoc inclined his head.

"Probably a wise choice. Regardless, yes. I'm sure he's here," Murdoc said as he began walking towards the building.

"Fine," Mac said, trying not to huff as he moved to catch up with his deranged one-time-only partner. They got close enough to the building so that they could see the guards out front before the Phoenix agent spoke again.

"So when do we-" MacGyver was cut off as Murdoc whirled around and brought his fist thudding down on the blond's head, effectively knocking the younger man to the ground.

Mac grunted in pain as he clutched his head, crashing down, and he looked up at the hit man as his vision began tunneling in and out.

"You…" the blond seethed as his vision greyed in and out for a moment. He was distracted by the pain long enough for Murdoc to wrestle the young man's hands behind his back and secure them with a rope before he hauled the blond to his feet.

"Move," Murdoc hissed in Mac's ear, shoving him forward. MacGyver's head was still spinning, and his brain was still trying to catch up with what happened.

"We had a deal," Mac seethed as they got even closer to the building. The guards heard the two approaching men and turned. When they saw who it was, they immediately walked forward; one of them pulled out his cell phone and began speaking rapidly and quietly.

"You should have known better than to trust my word, MacGyver," Murdoc said with a shrug as he pulled the Phoenix agent to a stop a few meters away from the guards.

"I believe this was the agreed price," Murdoc called out.

"Why not just grab me from my home?" Mac asked. "Why play this charade?"

"I've told you before, MacGyver," Murdoc replied, loud enough for the guards to hear them. "I get bored."

"Send him over," one of the guards called out, interrupting their conversation.

"I believe you have something that I want," Murdoc called back, pulling MacGyver back a few inches to show he wasn't going to hand the prize over until he got what he came for.

"Send the agent over, then we'll bring your son out," the guard insisted. Murdoc hesitated another moment, and the guard continued. "Or I can just call it in and they can kill your son now?"

After a second, Murdoc finally relented and pushed Mac forward, causing the blond to trip slightly. As soon as MacGyver was out of Murdoc's reach, the second guard, who had just put his cell phone away, pulled out his gun and fired two shots, hitting Murdoc in the chest with both rounds.

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