A/N: Here we are the final chapter!Thank ya'll so much for all the reviews! It is really appreciated. With thanks to my beta HelloNurse, and as always I don't own MacGyver or CSI! Hop you enjoy!

Flashback to before Mac was left for dead in a trunk:

Mac peeled his eyes open he groggily looked at his watch noting that it was way too early in the morning. He felt hung-over, despite not having that much to drink the night before. Now that he thought about it, it might have been the four different buffets plus the two rides on the roller coaster. As he stretched he figured that since it was so early and Jack was still sawing logs in his bed that it was a great time to get a run in. That way he would be ready for whatever Jack had planned. All he knew was that Jack has a surprise for him, and that usually didn't bode well.

So he grabbed his suitcase, quietly changing in the bathroom. He left a note because if Jack woke up without him there, he was likely to think that he'd been abducted, again. Grabbing his cell phone he quietly left the suite. Pulling up his running app Mac quickly found a route that appealed to him and took off at a steady jog. He was about halfway through when he heard shouting coming from a narrow side street, he slowed his pace and walked to the entrance of the street. It looked like a thug was threatening some guy who was pleading for his life. Mac eased his way down the street looking to see if he could find anything to save this guy's life when nothing was apparent, he slipped out his cell phone intent on calling for help, he hadn't decided if he would call Matty or 911 when he heard.

"Hey, you!"

Mac's head shot up at the shout, he had been made! He turned trying to sprint for the other more populated street. But a massive force hit the side of his head, and he went down in a sprawl, his phone skittering off to who knew where. He was conscious only of his heavy panting and the way the world seemed darker all of a sudden. Then he was being grabbed by his hair and flipped over.

"Asshole's still alive, but not for long."

The words seem to float down to Mac, then two sharp spikes of pain exploded in his side, and he knew nothing.

Present- day

Mac's heavy eyes opened, he blinked a few times the room finally coming into focus. Hospital room, wonder if it's for my free kidney? A familiar figure came into view above him.

"Well hey, there sleepy head, joining the land of the living again?"

Mac blinked a few more times trying to get this guy's name. "Jack?"

"That's me, glad to see you recognize me this time."

When wouldn't he recognize Jack?

"Well kiddo, you've woken up several times now." Jack even used air quotes for waking up. "But you seem more with it this time. He frowned, "at least I think so."

The longer he was awake the more alert he became. He tried to remember what had landed him in the hospital this time but was coming up blank. "What happened?"

Jack grinned at him, "You're defiantly getting better, your speech isn't slurred anymore!" Mac tried to lift a hand to rub his aching head, but Jack gently grabbed his hand and returned it to the bed. "You don't want to be doing that quite yet." At Mac's frown, Jack sighed. He used the controls to lift the top of Mac's bed so that he was sitting up.

Mac slammed his eyes shut when the bed started moving as a wave of dizziness hit him. Thankfully it passed quickly. Then Jack was there offering Mac a drink of water, which he gladly accepted since his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton balls. Jack's seeming aversion to answering the question was making him cranky. "Tell me what happened." This time it came out as a demand instead of a question.

Jack settled himself at the end of Mac's bed within easy visual contact. "This isn't the first time you've woke up. I was just checking to make sure that you were awake this time."

Mac felt bad that he had snapped at Jack, "Sorry. My head is pounding, and I don't have a clue why I'm here. The last thing I remember is you telling Riley and Bozer to meet us on Saturday. We didn't get kidnapped again, did we?" The last part scared him, and he could feel his pulse increasing.

Jack laid a calming hand on Mac's. "Easy there, Bud. It was nothing like last time." Mac was calming down; the sound of Jack's voice had that effect on him. It grounded him in some way that he didn't quite understand. "So it's early Sunday morning." Mac started to say something, but Jack stopped him. "Let me get all the way through, then I'll take questions." At Mac's careful nod Jack continued. "We got to Vegas early Friday, had a ball. Then Saturday morning you went for a run." Jack took a steadying breath. "While you were on that run." His voice wavered for a second. "You stumbled upon what looked to be a mob hit, and were shot once in the head, and stabbed twice in the side. They left you for dead in the trunk of a car, by some miracle you stayed alive until my cousin, Nick, found you, and called for help."

Mac was flabbergasted; he didn't even realize that his side hurt until Jack told him about the stabbings. He pushed the covers down while raising his hospital gown to see the stab wounds. Two white bandages were covering them, with a wound drain coming from the top one. Having seen enough he righted his gown and pulled the covers back up. He didn't say anything for a few more minutes trying to process everything Jack had said.

"I was shot in the head?" His voice sounded bewildered even to himself.

Jack nodded and traced an imaginary line across his head. "It only grazed you across here. That's why you feel so fuzzy, it gave you a nasty concussion."

Mac tried to nod remembering how he had felt when he had sustained a concussion before, but it made his head spike with pain.

Jack's hand tightened its grip on his hand, "How about you just close those eyes, it's a few more hours till breakfast."

Mac thought that sounded like a marvelous idea, maybe some more sleep would make that massive headache go away. So he closed his eyes, and let sleep take him.

Mac awoke when the smell of coffee reached his nostrils. This time he remembered why he was there, and where there was. He cautiously opened his eyes, hoping the headache would stay at bay. When he opened his eyes he felt a kind of floating sensation that he equated with the really good painkillers. Usually, he hated being doped up, but if it got rid of that pounding headache, and the ache in his side from earlier he was all for it.

He looked around, wary of moving his head too much, trying to find the source of the coffee smell that had awoken him. He finally found the source of the smell. It was his three closest friends sitting to the left of his bed eating breakfast and sipping their coffees. He supposed the covered plate on the roller table right beside him was his breakfast, he couldn't decide if he was hungry or not. He was still staring at it when Bozer noticed that he was awake.

"Hey, roomie! Glad to see you awake."

Mac smiled wanly back at him, "Thanks."

Riley stood up coming to stand next to his bed. "How are you feeling now?" She had that pinched concerned look on her face.

"I think they gave me the good drugs. I feel all floaty, and I can't decide if I want that food or not." Mac was still staring at the tray. He still couldn't decide if food sounded good or not.

Riley snickered. "Yea, they gave you some meds a little bit ago."

Jack called out from where he was still working on his food, "Hey, Riles would you just uncover the food for Mac? Maybe that way he'll decide if he wants it or not. 'Cause those little muffins sure were tasty." He licked his lips and popped another one in his mouth.

Riley quickly got the rolling tray sitting over Mac's lap. She removed the dome situating everything to be within easy reach for Mac. He gave her another lazy smile, "Thanks Riles."

With an effort, Mac began to eat the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast on his plate. The little muffins he gave to Jack, who wolfed them down immediately. While Mac slowly consumed his meal the others quickly finished.

"So have you heard from your cousin this morning?" Bozer asked around the last bit of his breakfast.

Jack was licking the crumbs off his fingers. "Yea, he texted me earlier saying that his boss got the info we wanted. He's going to fill us in." Jack checked his watch. "In about thirty minutes." Jack leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "I think I'm going to get in a quick nap, that one." He jerked his thumb in Mac's direction. "Kept me up last night."

Mac had finished his last piece of toast when Nick walked into the hospital room, after giving a light knock at the door. Seeing Jack asleep with his feet stretched out in front of him Nick walked over and kicked Jack's feet. Jack jumped up almost falling on his face, which sent the whole room into laughter, or in Mac's case light chuckles.

Jack pointed a finger at Nick, "Just you wait."

"Promises, promises." Nick continued over to Mac's bed where Riley was sitting on the right side and Bozer was standing. "So how are you feeling today?"

"Much better, they gave me the good meds." At his announcement, Bozer snickered. Mac tried to shoot his best friend a glare -but was pretty sure it missed the mark. "I hear that I have you to thank for saving my life."

Nick held up his hands, "Not me. You hung in there, God must have been watching out for you!"

Mac started to say something then shook his head, which was apparently not a good idea. He kept on forgetting that one side of his head was very, very, sore. "So Riley was filling me in on what happened. She mentioned that your boss might be able to shed some light on the situation."

Nick nodded. Jack came up to stand beside his cousin. Nick opened his mouth to say something, but Mac interrupted him.

"Wow, ya'll look like twins or something! I mean I always knew you guys looked alike from your family get togethers, but I don't think I've ever seen you standing beside each other." He then snapped his mouth shut, looking embarrassed. "Sorry, this concussion plus the pain meds have eroded my brain to mouth filter."

Jack laughed, "that's fine Bud. I find it highly entertaining. Have I told ya'll about some of the pranks we used to pull as kids?"

Nick elbowed his cousin, hard. "They don't want to hear about that."

Mac, Riley, and Bozer all at the same time course, "Yes, they do."

"Anyway, this one time we were at school, and the teacher.."

Nick cut him off with, "so do ya'll want to know what Catherine found out or not?"

Jack glared at his cousin, "You know, we do." Then to his friends, "I'll tell you all about it and other stories about princess right here when we get back to LA, far from his delicate ears." Jack's eyes lit up. "Oh, ya'll remember that story I told ya'll at Halloween?" He didn't pause long enough for them to answer. "Well, this one right here was my accomplice."

Mac's eyebrow arched, "The one we asked you to never speak of again?"

Jack nodded empathetically. "Yeah, that one!"

Nick's eyes grew large and he looked at his cousin. "You didn't?" Then shaking his head. "Of course you did. You swore never to tell anybody again!" With that he punched Jack in the arm hard.

Riley jumped off the bed and walk around to get between them, while Bozer laughed where he stood. "Now boys, don't make me have Mac call your Granny." Both men straightened up at that threat. "Now Nick if you would please fill us in on what your Boss found out."

With one more glare at Jack, Nick started, "So Catherine set up a meeting with Agent Rodgers early this morning. He is undercover in the local mob. He was videoing what he thought was going to be a discipline session, to get concrete evidence against the top dog, Carmine Blasi. He said he feels awful about what happened to you, and that he left the car where he did to attract attention so that your body would be found. He thought you were dead."

Mac started to run a shaky hand through his hair, but when he touched he bandage, he dropped his hand.

Nick continued, "With this video, the FBI has enough to nail the guy. Don't worry about having to testify, with what all Agent Rodgers has on Blasi, he and his men will be going away for a very long time."

"So this has nothing to do with.." Mac trailed off not wanting to tell Nick about their clandestine operation.

"He knows. Matty let me read him in." Jack offered, shooting his cousin a grin.

"Yea, without Riley's help we might have never found the FBI connection. Your Phoenix Foundation is one heck of an organization. I would ask if ya'll need a CSI, but I don't think I could work with that idiot over there."

Jack laughed, "Hey I resemble that remark!" That brought laughter from all in the room, and again careful chuckles from Mac.

Nick turned his attention back to Mac, "You are welcome to come to visit the Crime Lab anytime you want. I'll be glad to give you the grand tour."

That made Mac grin, "I'll defiantly be taking you up on that offer, thanks man." Mac hoped that Nick realized that he was not just thanking him for the offer, but for saving his life.

Jack fake coughed, "Nerds."

Bozer shook his head, "That's hasn't been cool for a long time now. To quote a very wise man, 'It's the age of the geek."

Jack rolled his eyes, and then turned to Mac, "Hey listen, man, I'm thinking we might need to cross Vegas off our list of places to visit. Our last two visits have ended with you in the hospital. I'm beginning to think Vegas is bad luck."

Mac slowly shook his head, "Jack, there is no such thing as luck."

"Oh, come on! Not that conversation again."

Mac smiled, getting a rise out of Jack was always amusing, but right now he was tired and wanted another nap. When he woke up he would blame the pain meds. With a slight smirk on his lips, he closed his eyes letting sleep take him.

A/N: I hoped ya'll enjoyed my little tale! Here are my shameless plugs for my upcoming projects. That's right I said projects! I've got an epilogue for Team Phoenix that several people showed interest in, a short fic that Milkynova requested, and what I'm not excited about are two stories that my beta should be finished with soon! One is There to Back you Up and the other is Secret Service + School! Let me know what you think!