Having shed his colorful golfing attire, Pete was behind his mahogany desk in a conservative grey suit with a navy-blue tie. Jack stood with his hands in his pockets behind Erin, who was sitting in one of the leather chairs across from Pete's desk, her hands folded in her lap. Her auburn hair was down, just grazing her shoulders. Erin glanced over at Mac, who was perched on the edge of Pete's desk, and flashed a sweet smile at him. He caught Erin's smile and reciprocated before lowering his gaze to the floor.

"You'll all be happy to know that Bill Jennings is safely behind bars, awaiting trial. With his confessions to the false claim he filed with his insurance company and to killing Paul Cook, he doesn't have a chance of ever being a free man," Pete announced.

"What's going to happen to the diamonds?" Jack asked.

"They've been impounded as evidence. And The Gem Exchange, Jennings' pawn shop, is shut down," Pete answered.

"Man, what I wouldn't do with one million dollars' worth of diamonds," Jack contemplated.

"What would you do if the diamonds were yours?" Mac asked Jack.

"I'd buy a fleet of planes and hire pilots to fly them, so I can just sit back behind a big, mahogany desk," Jack fantasized, as he admired Pete's desk.

"I'd buy a golf course, so that I wouldn't have to make reservations, and I could play whenever I wanted," Pete dreamed.

"I like my job. But I might take a long vacation and travel," Erin added.

All eyes turned to Mac. "Oh, I don't know. An indoor pool for the Challenger's Club so that the kids wouldn't have to open the fire hydrants in the summer. Or to the police department for a program to get illegal guns off the street. Or to clean up the rivers, so the fish would thrive," Mac answered.

Jack shook his head and heaved a sigh. "So, I'm out the cost of the storage unit and the diamonds. Wait, I've still got the used golf balls," Jack replied.

"I'm afraid not, Jack. The used golf balls are stolen property, and after the trial, they'll be going back to Pleasant Spring Golf Course," Pete corrected Jack.

"Besides, the technicians in the Phoenix lab sliced all of the golf balls in half. Why would you want them anyway?" Mac questioned his friend.

"Souvenirs?" Jack suggested.

"Umm, I don't think we're going to want them back. But the Pleasant Spring board members were so appreciative of everything that they invited you all to play golf whenever you want," Erin added.

"I know I'll be taking them up on their invitation," Pete exclaimed.

"While I appreciate the offer, I'll stick to hockey," Mac said.

"MacGyver, that shot to Jennings' forehead was like a hole in one. You're a natural," Pete told his friend.

"Mr. Thornton's right. Of course, you still need to learn the subtleties of the game. But I'd be happy to give you a few lessons, on the house," Erin offered Mac. Mac looked over at Pete, who half-smiled and raised his eyebrows at him. Erin eagerly awaited Mac's answer.

"Sure, why not? On one condition," Mac stipulated.

"What?" Erin asked.

"That Jack is not my caddy," Mac grinned as he got up and put his arm around Jack. Laughter echoed around the room as another adventure was in the books.