Hey guys! I'm back! Man, I've missed writing for this fandom.

Okay so full disclosure, I literally had this idea last night and started writing it this morning, so it's really rough, but I really wanted to get something posted before Christmas. I'm probably going to go back and edit it, though I'll let you guys know if I do that so you can go re-read what I've changed, but for now, let me know what you think! (Also, the title is definitely a WIP as well XD )

I don't own MacGyver, though I'd love to write for them someday.

"Jack, it's literally three days before Christmas, how have you not gotten any Christmas shopping done?" Mac asked his friend in disbelief, though Jack could tell the blond was trying to hold back a laugh.

"Hey," the older man defended. "It's been a bit of a hectic holiday season, and chasing down bad guys doesn't really give a guy much of a chance to go shopping! Just give me some ideas of what to get everyone. I was thinking for Matty I could get her a whip, but then I realized she'd actually use it, mostly on me, so now I'm out of ideas."

"Out of ideas for everyone because Matty would use the whip?"

"Well, yeah...hers was really the only one I'd thought of…"

"Why would you think getting Matty a whip would be a good idea, anyway?"

"It's supposed to be a gag gift, Mac, but like I said, I realized she'd probably use it, therefore taking away the funny aspect of it."

Mac's phone rang and the two of them stopped arguing, especially when they saw it was Matty calling. "Hey Matty," Mac answered as he put the phone on speaker. "What's up?"

"I need you back at Phoenix now," Matty replied, not even bothering with a greeting of her own, though she very rarely did that anyway. "How soon can you get here?"

"Uh, twenty minutes?" Mac estimated, looking at their surroundings.

"Make it fifteen."

Jack mimed cracking a whip at MacGyver before he leaned over and spoke loudly into the speaker of the phone, even though he knew Matty could hear him perfectly fine without doing that. "What's goin' on?"

"We've got a situation here that Mac needs to see." That was all Matty said on the matter, even though she knew the men were dying to know what the deal was. "Just get here as soon as you can," she re-stated, ending the phone call before the two spies could ask any more questions.

Mac looked at Jack. "Guess we're going to work for Christmas," he said. "I wonder what's so urgent," he added. Jack made an 'I don't know' noise and shrugged.

"Probably just something like 'Hey guys, sorry to ruin your Christmas, just kidding, no I'm not!'"

Mac sighed. "I thought you two were getting along?"

"This is us getting along!" Jack insisted, making Mac nod in mock seriousness.

"Hey, maybe your gift to Matty could be not arguing with her every step of the way," MacGyver added in a playful, yet somewhat serious tone.

The older agent brushed off Mac's suggestion with a shrug and a sniff. "Nah, we're not at that level yet."

Mac shook his head, deciding his friend was a lost cause in some aspects. They both got into Jack's Shelby and took off, heading for the building that everyone thought was a think tank.

0-0-0

When Mac and Jack pulled into work, they'd already gotten two different texts from Matty asking where they were, so they knew that whatever it was that their boss wanted, it had to be serious.

"What do you think it is?" Jack asked again as they walked in the building. "Think we've got some top secret mission that only we can do? Protect the president? Stop World War Three?"

"First of all, all the missions we do are top secret ones that only we can do," Mac pointed out. "Second of all, what's your obsession with getting a job to protect the president?"

"I dunno, I just think it'd be awesome to get that assignment," Jack replied as they walked towards the elevator. The two of them got on and hit the button for their floor, and when the sliding doors closed, Jack turned back to his friend. "But seriously, what do you think it is?"

"I honestly don't know, Jack. If I knew, don't you think I would already be here, or at least would have told you by now?"

"Maybe," Jack admitted. "But maybe you just like seeing me guess at what the mission is!"

"Trust me Jack, that's not it, and I don't know what the mission is."

There was a moment of silence as the elevator continued to get closer to their floor. The war room was on the twelfth floor, and it was on floor seven that the silence ended. "Okay, here's another question," Jack began. "What is your dream mission?"

"My what?"

"You know, your dream mission! If you only had one mission left before you retired or got killed or somethin' like that, what would it be?"

"Uh, thanks for insinuating that I'd get killed on my so-called 'dream-mission,'" MacGyver replied, giving his partner a sideways glance.

"Oh come on, that's not what-you know what I meant!" Jack noticed a glint in MacGyver's eyes as the blond smirked at him, and the older man rolled his eyes. After a few more moments of Mac not answering, Jack prompted his friend again. "So…"

"I don't know, Jack," Mac confessed. "I've never really thought about it. What's yours? Protecting the president?"

"Nice try at deflecting the question off yourself, but no, that's not my dream mission," Jack replied, making a face at Mac. "My dream mission would be to stop a crazy media tycoon from unleashing war upon the western world."

The elevator doors opened as Jack finished describing his dream mission, but Mac paused after they stepped off. "Wait…isn't that the plot of a James Bond movie?"

"Hmm? I dunno," Jack replied, his tone indicating that he was lying.

"I don't think you can choose a mission that's already been done by double-o-seven," Mac said as they walked towards the war room.

"How do you know that's what it's from?"

"Pretty sure that's the plot of 'Tomorrow Never Dies.' You didn't say we could choose a mission that's already been done in fiction, and you didn't say it had to be a realistic mission either."

"Hey, that movie could happen," Jack shot back.

Mac pulled the door to the war room open and was about to reply to Jack when he happened to glance at the screen hanging on the wall. What he saw made the young agent stop in shock. There was a video playing, and it seemed to be displaying footage of a small town on fire. For some reason, the village looked familiar to Mac, though he couldn't figure out why.

"Matty, what is this?" Mac asked his boss, who was standing in front of the screen like she usually did, though her expression was somber, not annoyed like it usually was when Jack entered the room. The expression on her face at the moment was saved for times when she knew the news she was about to deliver had the ability to wreck someone's day.

"This message was sent to the military, and when they watched it, they immediately did their best to find you; they eventually found that this is where you worked, and it was sent here."

"Why me?" Mac had a sinking feeling in his stomach, though he didn't know why. "Matty, what's the rest of the message?"

Matty gave Riley a look, and with a few clicks of the keyboard, the hacker brought up a second video.

The video showed a young man strapped to a chair with a bag over his head; he was completely in the dark save for the light spotlighting him. MacGyver was about to ask what was going on, but then someone on the video, more than likely behind the camera, began speaking.

"This message is for Angus MacGyver." The voice was disguised by a synthesizer, but the changing voice was still easy to understand. "MacGyver, when you get this, I want you to take a good long look at the village that my men destroyed. Do you know where it is?" The man speaking paused as if he were giving Mac a chance to look at the two videos, which the agent did. He knew that he knew the village from somewhere, but he was still having difficulty placing it. "Not sure?" the voice asked. "Maybe this will help jog your memory." An order was barked out in what Mac recognized as Arabic, and a hand reached out from the dark, yanking the bag off the prisoner's head. When his face was revealed, Mac's stomach dropped even more. "You must know who I am by now," the voice continued as the man in the chair was revealed. "You have thirty-six hours to meet me at the place where you ruined my life, or this young man gets a bullet in the head. Come alone."

With that, the video ended, and the room was left in silence as the frozen picture of the prisoner's scared face stared back at all of them.

Okay, thoughts? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Definitely needs to be re-worked? Lemme know!