If you fall we will catch you.

HI everyone, this is my second MacGyver story and my first attempt at a crossover with Magnum PI. In my universe Mac served for a short time with Magnum and crew after Jack rotated out and before Mac's tour ended. This story takes place after the Magnum Episode, 'The Day the Past Came Back'. I can't see Magnum just letting Hannah disappear like that, I feel he would have wanted to track her down after she disappeared, and since he had been injured I figured he would need a little help. The first Chapter is going to be about Mac and getting him over to Hawaii. Magnum won't come until the end of Chapter 2. I hope you all enjoy and please leave feedback as it keeps me going. As always I don't own anything, I just enjoy playing with the characters.

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To say that Mac's day was not starting out great was an understatement. When Desi had scheduled hand to hand combat training, Mac had scoffed at the idea. After all he had trained in hand to hand in the Army and had even taken Jack down when they first met. Even after the military Mac stayed in shape and routinely sparred with Jack to keep his skills honed. So the first time he landed on his back he chalked it up to not wanting to go as hard on her because after all she was much smaller, and a woman. The second time he landed on his back he reasoned that he was still pulling his punches and just wasn't used to her fighting style. Now, a half hour later, with sweat dripping off of him and his body hurting in more places than he cared to admit, Mac lay on his back on the cool mat in the corner of the gym at the Phoenix Foundation where he had just been deposited for the fifth time. At least this time he had lasted 10 minutes before going down, and he was fairly certain that neither he nor she were holding back at this point.

Lifting his head and looking over to the other side of the mat, Mac was glad to see that at least Desi had the decency to finally break a sweat and appeared to be winded even if she was still standing and looking as if she was ready to go another round. Rolling up into a seated position, Mac winced slightly as his ribs protested the movement.

Immediately dropping her fighting stance Desi quickly crossed the distance between her and Mac and crouched down to be eye level with him, "Are you hurt?"

Mac signed, "Nothing serious, only my pride. Let's go again." But the slight intake of breath and the instinctive guarding of his ribs as he stood up spoke louder than his words.

Desi stood up and crossed her arms, "Sorry MacGyver, but Jack left clear instructions that if you so much as wince after possibly getting injured then I am to march your butt straight to medical and no detours. Now the only question at this point is, are you going to go willingly or do I have to knock you on your ass again and drag you there?"

Mac sighed and rolled his eyes, he could clearly see that she was going to be worse than Jack, if that was possible. He was going to have to see if he could talk to Matty about this 'protect Mac at all costs' directive Jack left, because this was going to get old fast.

"Trust me Desi, I've been hit enough times to know the difference from when something is bruised and when something is broken. My ribs are tender, but a little ice will take care of that. And I have ice at home so I really don't need to go to medical." Mac said as he made to step around the petite but imposing woman.

Desi easily stepped in front of him, again blocking his path, but this time adding a hand firmly placed in the middle of his sternum. "The last time I checked, you did not have a medical degree. So unless you can magically produce one out of thin air, the offer still stands, are you going to willingly go to medical or do I have to drag you?"

The silence in the room was palpable as Mac and Desi stood face to face in a battle of wills. Neither flinched when the silence was broken by a loud chirp from Mac's phone. With one last glare, Mac stepped around Desi and retrieved his phone from where it lay on the bench next to the door. Scanning the message, a satisfied smile formed on his lips, "I guess medical will have to wait. Matty wants us in the War Room." Mac said as he stepped through the door and into the locker room to get cleaned up and changed.

Desi stood staring at the retreating backside of one of the most stubborn men she had ever met. Possibly, no definitely even more stubborn than Jack. Storming over to the large free standing heavy bag, she let out a primal scream and slammed her fist into the bag. Throwing all her force into the punch and stepping through with momentum, the bag didn't stand a chance despite its weighted base. The bag and it's stand lay toppled on the mat as Desi stormed past it and into the women's locker room.

15 minutes later a wet headed Mac was the last to stroll into the War Room. Avoiding eye contact with Desi who was leaning against the wall opposite the door, he headed straight for the bowl of paperclips, snatched a couple and then lowered himself slowly into one of the chairs.

"Glad you could make it Blondie, but from what I hear from Desi you should be in Medical right now getting checked out. Don't think that grimace you tried to hide as you just sat down went unnoticed," Matty stated from her position at the front of the room.

"I'm fine Matty, honestly. Just a little sore from working out. Just need a little ice and it will be fine." Mac said as he shot a glare at Desi, who simply raised one eyebrow in response.

Matty looked between the two of them before finally breaking the silence. "I'm going to trust you on this one Mac, but if I find out later that you were holding back on me, then we are back to square one and I will have you reporting to Medical before and after each assignment to confirm your medical readiness. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am." Mac said as he began to unbend and twist one of the paperclips in his hand.

Bozer, who was perched on the arm of the chair Riley was sitting in leaned over toward Riley and held out his hand, "Time to pay up sister," he said with a huge smile on his face.

Riley huffed and then dug into her front pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill and slapped it into Bozer's outstretched hand. Bozer smiled and pocketed the money, "What can I say, I've known my man over there since 5th grade. If he's walking and talking, then it would take an act of Congress to get him to Medical."

Mac, not wanting to prolong the discussion on his physical wellbeing looked up at Matty, "So Boss, where are we heading to now?"

"First let me start by saying this is not an official op. It is a request from a friend of mine who is a former MI6 agent currently living in Hawaii. Oversight will not sanction this so this is a personal request," Matty stated to the group.

Mac looked up from the paperclip he had just formed into the shape of a boxing glove, "So what does my dad have against us helping your friend out?"

"To try to make a long story short, it appears my friend Juliette, works with a guy who several years ago was involved with a CIA operative who turned rogue. This rogue agent has turned up again and my friend is asking for our help in bringing her in."

"Why not just leave it up to the CIA to take care of their own mess?" Bozer asked.

"That would be the ideal solution," Matty conceded, "but I guess this guy my friend knows is a bit stubborn and wants to resolve this himself and bring her in,"

"Sounds like someone we know," Riley said as she looked over at Mac.

"So when do we leave?" Mac said as he stood up, having made up his mind to help the moment Matty said that it was an unsanctioned op. He always liked helping people for the sake of helping them, not just because it was a job.

"Yeah, count me in," Bozer said as he rubbed his hands together, "I wouldn't pass up a chance to have some of Kamekona's shrimp again."

"I'm sorry Bozer, but you're going to have to get your shrimp fix some other way. I can only afford to send two of you and if Mac is going then Desi will be the second. I'll book you on a direct flight that leaves in 4 hours. Juliette will meet you at the airport."

As the group turned to leave Matty stepped up and put her hand on Mac's arm. "Mac, hold up a moment." Mac paused and turned back to listen as the rest of the group filed out. "I don't know why your father turned down this request, but when I mentioned the name of the CIA operative he looked like he had seen a ghost. I have a feeling he knows something more than he is saying. Maybe you can get something more from him."

Mac gave Matty a half smile, "As you're well aware, my dad has never been very forthcoming with me, but I'll give it a try."

"Be careful, he doesn't know that I put this request out there despite his disapproval. He may not be too happy when he finds out." Matty cautioned.

Mac glanced up to where he knew the hidden camera was, knowing that Oversight usually liked to keep tabs on everything. Matty shook her head, "I disabled the feed before I reached out to you. He knows that sometimes I need a few moments of privacy so he doesn't question it."

Mac smiled again and raised his eyebrows, "I should be cautioning you then to be careful when he finds out."

Matty grinned confidently, "Don't worry about me Blondie, I know how to handle James MacGyver."

"I'm sure you do." Mac conceded and left to go confront his father.

Moments later Mac was in Oversight's office staring down a very pissed off James MacGyver.

"Dammit!" James exploded, "I TOLD Matilda I did NOT want us involved in this and she goes behind my back anyway and not only goes through with it but also gets you involved. She doesn't know what she's dealing with!"

'Then why don't you fill me in since you seem to have some personal insight into this situation," Mac said, crossing his arms and not backing down.

"I don't presume I could order you not to go?"

Mac silently stood his ground, but the slight smirk on his face spoke volumes, saying for all intents and purposes 'just try and stop me'.

"I didn't think so," James said, sounding almost defeated. He sighed and sat down on the chair behind his desk and motioned to the other one across from him. Mac warily eyed the chair as if it was a trap. Sensing his son's hesitancy, James shook his head slightly amused. "Don't worry, I'm not going to handcuff you to the chair to prevent you from going. Even if I did, I'm sure you would find some way to pick the lock or disassemble the blasted thing."

Mac sat down, and leaning forward, dove right in. "So what do you know about this rogue CIA operative, because obviously you know something. Did you use to work with her?"

James leaned back and rubbed his forehead as if trying to erase a bad memory.

"No, I've never had the 'pleasure' of working with her, thankfully. Several years ago this agent was embedded with a team in Afghanistan, gathering intel and coordinating strategic strikes. Then one day her team goes out on some intel she had gathered about a possible small cell and it turned out to be a setup. Her team was captured. It wasn't till after they were able to escape that it came out that the Taliban paid her to direct her team that she had been working closely with for over a year into that trap." James leaned forward and put his forearms on his desk, clasping his hands together. "Mac, this woman is dangerous. If she is willing to sell out her own team to the Taliban, who knows what else she is capable of."

"And that is precisely why we should be assisting in bringing her in. The longer she is out there, who knows what damage she will do." Mac said with determination as he stood up preparing to leave. Seeing the objection on his father's lips he forged ahead. "And before you say that we should leave it to the CIA to clean up their own mess, they obviously haven't done a good job of it so far, so maybe it's time for a new approach."

"You're sure there's no way I can talk you out of going?" James said as he too stood up.

"You sure there's no way I can convince you to make this a sanctioned op?" Mac said with a half grin and a raised eyebrow.

As Mac turned to leave the room James' voice stopped him, "Angus, be careful. I just got you back in my life; I don't want to lose you again."

Mac looked back over his shoulder and saw, not a hardened head of a clandestine organization but a vulnerable father truly concerned for the welfare of his child. "Don't worry dad, I'll be okay. Besides, I'll have Desi with me. I have a feeling she would take on a small army to make sure I made it back in one piece."

Two hours later Mac was seated on a packed commercial flight headed to Hawaii. Unlike his companion who seemed to have fallen asleep the moment the wheels left the tarmac, his mind was in a million places. His brain seemed to be on overdrive and he was having a hard time compartmentalizing everything. If Jack were here, he would either animatedly talk about some inane topic until Mac was forced to come out of his head and pay attention to what was being said or he would ramble on about some story he had heard and become a white noise so that Mac could concentrate on the job at hand. Jack always seemed to know which approach was needed and when. The silence on the plane was becoming deafening. His mind replayed the conversation he had with his dad, the limited information Matty shared with them on the situation in Hawaii, the physics of flight, the laws of gravity, the mechanics of the plane they were flying in, and the sparring session he had with Desi. The last thought had him wincing as his tender ribs protested again the fact that he hadn't had time to properly attend to them.

An hour into the five hour flight and Mac had gone through every magazine and card in the pocket on the back of the seat in front of him. He had reached for his pocket knife a couple times as he noticed various screws on the tray table that needed tightening only to remember that it was securely packed in their checked luggage since he couldn't take it through the airport security. He missed flying in the company Jet where he didn't have to worry about those types of things. By this time his leg was bouncing and he was contemplating conducting a science experiment on the pop and pretzels he had been served.

As if reading his mind a quiet voice spoke up next to him, "Don't you dare do something that would be construed as suspicious behavior and get this flight rerouted and forced to land."

Mac glanced over to where Desi still sat in the seat next to him with her eyes closed. "I thought you were sleeping."

"Just because my eyes are closed and I am quiet doesn't mean I am sleeping. And if you don't stop bouncing in your seat I'll be forced to sedate you again." Desi's quiet voice replied.

"Wait! What? You've sedated me? When?" Mac's voice began to rise.

Desi opened her eyes and looked over at Mac's wide eyes. "It was just once, on our flight home from Buenos Aires in the cargo carrier. You were exhausted and needed the sleep."

Mac's eyes narrowed as he remembered her handing him a bottle of water. He hadn't thought anything of it at the time but now that he thought about it, it was odd that the seal on the top of the bottle had already been broken. Instinctively Mac took his can of pop and moved it to the side of his tray furthest from Desi.

Desi sighed, "Look, we both can agree I'm no Jack. I'm not going to be able to just endlessly talk about something to help you focus. Have you ever tried meditating?"

Mac shook his head, "I've tried it before. I've never been good at clearing my mind of all thoughts,"

"Well there's your problem, don't think of meditating as completely clearing your mind. Not many people can truly attain that state. Instead try clearing your mind of all thoughts but one," Desi suggested

"That's the problem, there are so many thoughts racing through my mind right now I can't get it to focus on just one thing." It was Mac's turn to sigh.

"Okay, how about this," Desi pivoted in her seat slightly to face Mac, "Jack said that sometimes when you need to get out of your head and he is not around you work on the motorcycle that is sitting in your living room."

"Yeah, but as you can clearly see I don't have a motorcycle here in front of me and I don't even have the tools to try to repair the loose screws on this try," Mac said, the frustration evident in his voice.

"No, but you have the tools in your mind. Close your eyes." Desi encouraged. Once Mac had reluctantly closed his eyes she continued, "Picture the motorcycle in your mind. Not just the overall image of it, but every detail. The smell of the oil, whether the metal is shiny or dull. Now think about what you had last been working on. Don't worry if you didn't have all the parts you needed to continue, they are all there now. Find that next part in your mind and the tool you need to install it with. Feel the part in your hands, is it easy to put on or do you have to struggle to get it to fit. When you are done with that, piece go on to the next piece and then the next. Once it is done, start it up, hear it in your mind, feel the vibration. Take it out for a ride, what do you see, what do you smell, what do you feel. Then bring it back home and take it apart piece by piece."

As Desi finished talking she noticed that Mac's leg had stopped bouncing and that his breaths had evened out. She knew he wasn't asleep, that wasn't the point of the exercise, but she did know that his mind was at least focused. Leaning back in her chair she closed her eyes and, having already gone through all the Kata's from white belt to black belt in Jui Jitsu, she began to run through the 24 Tai Chi Form. Picturing each foot placement and hand movement down to the smallest inflection.