A/N: I'm working on a couple requests right now, but got hit by a sudden urge to have Murdoc join the chaos. XD At least post-season five, possibly six, since MacGyver survives.

Murdoc couldn't decide whether or not to be offended. Did MacGyver have any idea how long he'd spent assembling the underground labyrinth? How many tricks and traps he'd hidden in the floor and touchy wall panels?

Then again, Murdoc probably should have been expecting the trick. The fuse box for the entire place was in clear view.

Twenty feet above the floor.

The man got queasy on stepladders, how had he scaled a shear wall? His Swiss army knife and pure determination, probably.

"Then again," Murdoc mused silently as he sprinted silently along the memorized halls of his maze in the pitch black, "This is exactly why I like hunting him."

Murdoc went from one end of the maze to the other, then went back through, checking each of the side passages. All the traps were electronic, so of course MacGyver had picked the one method of deactivating all the traps at once. Murdoc's mistake. Oh, well. At least it made searching easy for Murdoc, who preferred face-to-face confrontation, anyway.

Eventually, though, Murdoc stopped at the labyrinth's entrance and frowned. He felt along the doors of the elevator, but there was no indication of MacGyver forcing his way inside. Without power, there wouldn't be any opening the six-inch steel doors; Murdoc had ensured that. So where was MacGyver?

"MacGyver!" Murdoc shouted, his voice echoing nicely along the cement passages. "There's no sense in hiding from me! I will find you!"

No response. Murdoc shrugged and set out again, this time headed toward the fuse box. When he reached the center of the maze, a twenty-by-twenty foot space, he paused for a split-second before sprinting forward.

Halfway across, Murdoc tripped.

Murdoc regained his footing in one quick move, spinning around in the next. His hand went to the hunting knife sheathed on his belt, but he didn't draw it. Not yet.

A minute ticked by. Murdoc could hear MacGyver breathing, yet he didn't move. What was he trying to do, hide?

Rather than get close, Murdoc took a light rod from his belt. He cracked it in half, then tossed it toward MacGyver, lighting up a truly unexpected scene.

MacGyver was hunched over a trapdoor, his Swiss army knife laying uselessly beside the tightly closed doors. His forehead rested on the floor, as if in frustration, yet he didn't react to the light or Murdoc's presence.

Murdoc didn't move for several more minutes. He was a patient person; waiting to see his victim's reaction to his traps was well worth the wait.

Except MacGyver continued to not react. Realization came upon Murdoc slowly, simply because it was too absurd to be true.

MacGyver was asleep.

Now Murdoc was insulted. "Does my labyrinth bore you, MacGyver?"

Still nothing. How deeply could MacGyver sleep? And how exhausted had he been, to fall asleep in the middle of his attempts at escape? If he'd found some corner to rest, it would be understandable, but in the middle of the labyrinth?

Murdoc considered the fact that he'd trailed MacGyver from the airport before forcing him into the building that stood over his labyrinth. Their paths crossing had been by chance, one that Murdoc hadn't wanted to let pass. So, he had no way of knowing what MacGyver had been returning from. Probably a long, grueling job.

He should take advantage of MacGyver's vulnerable position, but there was a distinct dullness to simply shooting MacGyver while he just laid there. Murdoc wanted MacGyver to see death coming, to see the defeat in his enemy's eyes.

Murdoc looked at the trapdoor under MacGyver. It led to an underground tank Murdoc had previously filled with water and sharks. The idea had been that if MacGyver tried to use the trapdoor to escape, then Murdoc would simply let him. Right into the mouths of the sharks.

Murdoc tapped a foot, then grunted and leaned down. He retrieved the light rod, then straightened. He prodded MacGyver with a foot, tipping him over while MacGyver remained asleep.

"Ridiculous," Murdoc muttered.

Murdoc put the light rod into a black pouch from his pocket, again casting them both into darkness. He strode away from the center, expertly navigating the maze until he reached a particular wall.

Murdoc took a long, thin rope he had wound around his waist. One end was weighted by a small metal ball. He swung the weighted end around a few times, then hurled it into the air. It hit a small section of the wall, sticking to the powerful magnet hidden behind a thin layer of concrete.

Scaling the rope, Murdoc found the fuse box. He explored the box with his hand, finding the cover missing and the fuses only dislodged. Murdoc had heard clattering just before the lights went out, unusually loud for MacGyver. Had he… simply thrown something at the fuse box until he knocked the fuses out of place? Murdoc made a mental note to add a cage to the fuse box next time, then put the fuses back into place.

The room lit up. Murdoc climbed to the top of the rope, braced his feet in the razor-thin ridges below the magnetized section, then forced the metal ball sideways until it was off the magnet and in his hand. Keeping the rope in one hand, Murdoc half slid, half climbed down a series of equally small ridges until he was back on the floor. Then he turned on his heel and hurried back to the center, winding the rope back around his waist as he went.

MacGyver was still asleep, right where Murdoc had left him. Murdoc rolled his eyes, then opened a hidden panel in the wall beside him. With a flick of his finger, one switch went down. A muffled rush came from below the floor.

"Well, MacGyver, you've been exceptionally dull." Murdoc's finger hovered over the other switch. "So this is good-bye."

Murdoc laughed, and was secretly pleased when it was his laugh that finally made MacGyver's head jerk up. MacGyver's eyes widened, then the other switch was flipped and the trapdoor dropped out from below MacGyver.

Murdoc strode to the open trapdoor and looked down. He laughed again, remembering MacGyver's brief expression of panic, then gave a jaunty salute to the empty tunnel below him, one which he knew led dropped from a very short cliff at the edge of the sea, not far from a nice sandy beach.

"I win, MacGyver!" Murdoc called down. "Better luck next time!"