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MacGyver: "Surrender, Murdoc, or I'll make your life a living hell!"

Murdoc: "Joke's on you, MacGyver! My life's already a living hell!"

MacGyver: ...

Murdoc: ...

MacGyver: "Are you... all right?"

Murdoc: *grimacing* "Not really..."

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QUOTE (Dragondog @ 3 May 2019 - 03:22 PM)
MacGyver: "Surrender, Murdoc, or I'll make your life a living hell!"

Murdoc: "Joke's on you, MacGyver! My life's already a living hell!"

MacGyver: ...

Murdoc: ...

MacGyver: "Are you... all right?"

Murdoc: *grimacing* "Not really..."

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LOL!!!

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QUOTE (uniquelyjas @ 3 May 2019 - 05:17 PM)
QUOTE (Dragondog @ 3 May 2019 - 02:04 PM)
QUOTE (uniquelyjas @ 3 May 2019 - 09:01 AM)
QUOTE (Dragondog @ 2 May 2019 - 07:47 PM)
So is Murdoc in hell? "They do let me out now and then for good behavior."

LOL...what do YOU think?!?! Actually....yes!

Lol, yeah, I suppose it's pretty obvious, the dialogue is just amusing to me tongue.gif

Murdoc seems so dang chill about it, but then again, I suppose he's used to fire already roller.gif

Ya know...it's really just another day for Murdoc!

I heard Murdoc's name & couldn't resist chiming in. laugh.gif

Yes to all of this. roller.gif

Don't worry about Murdoc too much, Dragon. I know a guy who knows another guy. We'll have him paroled in no time. wink.gif

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QUOTE (Sanguine @ 3 May 2019 - 10:53 PM)
QUOTE (uniquelyjas @ 3 May 2019 - 05:17 PM)
QUOTE (Dragondog @ 3 May 2019 - 02:04 PM)
QUOTE (uniquelyjas @ 3 May 2019 - 09:01 AM)
QUOTE (Dragondog @ 2 May 2019 - 07:47 PM)
So is Murdoc in hell? "They do let me out now and then for good behavior."

LOL...what do YOU think?!?! Actually....yes!

Lol, yeah, I suppose it's pretty obvious, the dialogue is just amusing to me tongue.gif

Murdoc seems so dang chill about it, but then again, I suppose he's used to fire already roller.gif

Ya know...it's really just another day for Murdoc!

I heard Murdoc's name & couldn't resist chiming in. laugh.gif

Yes to all of this. roller.gif

Don't worry about Murdoc too much, Dragon. I know a guy who knows another guy. We'll have him paroled in no time. wink.gif

And then we will all rule the world tongue.gif

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Chapter 38: All Hallow’s Evil

MacGyver leaned back in his desk chair, his Air Jordan clad feet resting on the edge of his desk as he perused the morning paper. It must have been a quiet weekend as the featured news story was about the sale of the large, flawless, and very pricey Carrington Emerald to a local real estate mogul at an auction in Chicago that past Saturday. Mac was admiring the black and white photo of the rare necklace when he felt, rather than heard, Joanna enter his office.

“Did you get one of these, too?” she asked, holding up a square white envelope.

Jo had been back at work for a few weeks and MacGyver was glad that Leroy had seen fit to keep both their caseloads light and free of any field activity.

Mac pulled his feet down and sat up straight. Sure enough. There, on his blotter, was an exact duplicate of the envelope Joanna held.

“Yeah, I did,” he replied. “What is it?”

“An invitation to the Milwaukee Chamber of Commerce Halloween Costume Ball.”

“And I expect to see you both there,” Leroy stated firmly, entering the office behind Joanna. “Every year I choose my top two employees to join me in rubbing elbows with the city’s finest. With everything you two have been through in the past couple months, I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.”

In other words, MacGyver silently decoded, this was Leroy’s chance to tout his success among his peers. A high-end dog and pony show. Terrific.

“It says here that guests are encouraged to dress as nobility from nineteenth century England,” Joanna observed.

“Ah, yes,” Leroy said. “Every year there is a different theme. Evelyn will be accompanying me, so I’m sure she would be glad to help you pick out an appropriate costume.”

Although MacGyver was no expert on clothing from that time period, he had seen enough portraits and museum displays to know it wouldn’t be anything comfortable.

Apparently noticing Mac’s inadvertent frown, Leroy turned his attention toward him. “As for us gentlemen, a well-cut contemporary tuxedo will suffice if you do not wish to appear in costume.”

Mac let out a sigh of relief and then chuckled to himself. He never thought he’d see the day when he would be glad to wear just a tux.

“I see you’ve been reading about the Carrington Emerald,” Leroy observed, looking pointedly at the newspaper Mac had just abandoned. Joanna moved to MacGyver’s side for a closer look.

“Wow, it’s stunning!” she exclaimed.

“I still can’t believe Phillip actually bought it,” Leroy said, shaking his head in dismay even as a smile crawled across his lips.

“Phillip?” MacGyver asked.

“Yes, Phillip Wainwright. We attended law school together in Chicago. After graduation, he moved to New York and made quite a name for himself before coming back to the Midwest and becoming a big player in real estate. You’ll meet him and his wife at the ball. I’ve arranged to have them seated at our table. If you’re lucky, Yvonne will choose to wear the emerald and you’ll get to see it up close and in person,” Leroy winked before heading out the door.

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Antonio DeSilvo studied the New York skyline from the floor to ceiling window in his high rise corner office. His black hair was slicked back and his designer Italian suit fit like a second skin.

“I want that emerald!” his father, Salvador, insisted for not the first time that morning.
“But Pop, Wainwright outbid you fair and square!”

“I don’t care if he outbid me! Once I have that jewel my collection will be complete. Use whatever resources are necessary. That emerald must be mine!”

Antonio sighed. Eight years ago, his father had turned the family business over to him. After countless hours of hard work and sleepless nights, he had finally turned it into a legitimate, respected company with prominent shareholders. He would not risk everything he worked so hard to build for an emerald.

“Do you hear me, Antonio?”

“I hear you, Pop, but we don’t even know where the jewel is?”

“I have known Wainwright for several years. He is nothing if not predictable. He loves to flaunt his wealth and show off his conquests. He returned to Milwaukee after the auction. He will surely attend the Chamber of Commerce ball and I guarantee you, the emerald will be there, as well. Send two of your men to retrieve the gemstone. If you fail, you are no longer my son.” With that, Salvador turned and strode from the room.

Thirty minutes later, Vito and Tony stood at attention listening to their boss’s instructions.

“Here is a photograph of the pendant and Wainwright’s wife. Chances are she’ll be wearing it.” Antonio said. “Do what you must to obtain it, but leave my name and the name of this company out of it. If you mess up, you’re on your own.”

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Later that week after work, Joanna met Evelyn at a vintage costume boutique. The woman behind the counter, who introduced herself as Maddie, frowned when they explained the type of dresses they were looking for.

“I’m so sorry,” Maddie apologized. “Ladies have been reserving their costumes for several weeks already. However,” she brightened, “I have two dresses designed for the Regency era available. They are not historical replicas, but they should do just fine.”

Maddie went into the corner of her shop and emerged with an emerald green dress for Evelyn and sapphire blue dress for Joanna.

“And now for the fun part…accessories!” Maddie beamed.

The shop owner led the two women over to a large glass display case that held everything from gloves to tiaras. Jo’s eyes immediately lit upon a sapphire and diamond encrusted necklace.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Maddie asked, a gleam in her eye.

“Yes,” Jo replied wistfully.

“Unfortunately jewelry was kept to a minimum during this period. It would be much more authentic for you to wear a simple strand of pearls, for example,” Maddie informed her.

“I suppose,” Joanna agreed reluctantly before turning to her friend. “See anything you like, Evelyn?”

“I love this solitaire emerald pendant. It would match my dress perfectly.”

“Oooh, that is an absolutely delicious piece,” Maddie gushed. “And it’s brand new.”

Joanna moved in for a closer look. “That looks just like the Carrington Emerald that was auctioned off in Chicago. I saw a picture of it in the paper.”

Maddie was already nodding her head. “And you can bet the next woman through that door will snatch it up so I suggest your friend reserve it now.”

“Well, then,” Evelyn replied, “Please put the dresses and jewelry on Leroy’s account.”

“Were either of you ladies interested in headwear?” Maddie inquired.

Joanna and Evelyn exchanged puzzled looks.

“We never really thought about it,” Evelyn told Maddie.

“I wouldn’t recommend it for Joanna since she is younger and demands a simpler style, but I have a lovely turban to accompany your dress, Evelyn.”

“A turban!” Evelyn almost laughed.

Maddie retrieved a delicately folded cloth-like hat decorated with a large black ostrich plume. “This would be the perfect addition to your ensemble. They were very popular with the more mature women of the time.”

Evelyn looked to Jo for advice who shrugged. “It is a costume ball after all. I say go for it!”

Joanna listened as Evelyn gave directions to Maddie to have their outfits shipped to the Pfister Hotel in Leroy’s name for the thirty-first.

“Why did you ask her to send the dresses to the hotel?” Joanna asked as soon as they were outside.

Evelyn smiled. “This is the biggest night of the year as far as Leroy’s concerned. He pulls out all the stops. He’ll have a room reserved for us to change in as well as to retire to if we get tired of the party.”

“Sounds like you’ve done this before,” Jo observed.

“Every year for the past three years. I was hoping to get out of it this year but no such luck. However, it should be a wonderful experience for you and MacGyver. Kind of like Cinderella at the ball!”

Joanna shook her head and laughed as they walked toward their respective cars.

“You’ve told him about the hotel, right?” Evelyn asked as she unlocked her door.
“No,” Jo responded flatly. “You know he doesn’t believe in that stuff.”

“Well, you won’t be able to keep it a secret for long. Everyone knows the Pfister is haunted!”

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The Pfister Hotel bustled with activity the day of the ball. Staff discreetly put the finishing touches on the banquet tables, docents guided groups of thrill-seeking tourists on a haunted open-house, and trucks lined the alley waiting to make their deliveries. Vito and Tony had each grabbed a box of fresh produce from the back of one of the waiting trucks and walked confidently in the back kitchen door, their delivery men coveralls hiding the waiter uniforms underneath. The plan seemed almost too simple. They could move about the guests with ease and, when presented with an opportunity, snag the Carrington Emerald and make a quick escape out the employee entrance and into their waiting vehicle.

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MacGyver sat next to Leroy on the backward facing seat of the limo. For the second time in six months he was wearing a tuxedo. This one with a wingtip collar, no less, but he was beginning not to mind. However, he still felt a pang of jealousy when he looked across to Joanna outfitted in jeans and a comfy sweatshirt. A make-up case was perched on the leather seat between her and Evelyn. Leroy had insisted the women get dressed at the hotel and make an entrance down the grand staircase.

The limousine deposited its occupants at the canopy-covered main entrance, and the foursome entered the sprawling, luxurious lobby complete with a mural of chubby cherubs on the vaulted ceiling. While Leroy made quick work of checking in and passing the room’s keycard to Evelyn so the ladies could hurry away to get ready for the evening, MacGyver wandered around the plush common area until he was standing under the portrait of an older, portly gentleman. The subject of the portrait was smiling and well-dressed.

“Ah, I see you’ve met Charles Pfister,” Leroy said as he approached MacGyver. “He and his father were the original owners of this fine establishment. Poor Charles died in 1927 after suffering a paralytic stroke. It’s said that his spirit remains in the hotel to this day.”

Mac gave his boss a sideways glance. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”

Leroy shrugged his shoulders. “There have been a lot of claims over the last half century or so. Very few have been debunked. In fact, the Pfister ghost has been written up in several well-known publications, not to mention the fact that he has scared more than one major league baseball player from his room.”

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MacGyver watched the gaily bedecked party-goers with drinks and hors de oeuvres in hand mingle in the lobby as he and Leroy waited at the bottom of the grand staircase for their dates. The older man rammed his elbow into Mac’s ribs, causing him to turn and look up to find the two women gracefully making their way down the steps.

Evelyn stood out in her green dress and matching turban which made MacGyver smile. However, his smile vanished and his jaw went slack as his gaze fell upon Joanna. She was clad in a sapphire blue satin gown with a very low-cut neckline, high waist, and long skirt that fell in gentle folds to the floor. A simple strand of pearls encircled her neck and her brunette bob had been coaxed into bouncy curls. And she appeared shorter than expected, a fact not missed on MacGyver as his smile returned. At her natural height, she fit perfectly against him, allowing him to rest his chin on the crown of her head and savor the clean coconut scent of her hair.

“No heels, tonight?” he asked as he reached out to take her hand.

She shook her head. “Ladies of this era wore flat dancing slippers. Besides, if I wore heels my ankles would show.’’

“So?”

“It was considered scandalous for proper young ladies to bare their ankles in public,” Jo explained.
“So you have to keep your ankles covered but up there,” he fluttered his hand at her overly bare chest, “not so much?”

“Yep! Welcome to jolly Ole England,” she grinned saucily as she tripped past him.

“No wonder Ole England was so jolly,” Mac muttered as he followed her toward the ballroom.

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Evelyn had been right. Joanna did feel like Cinderella. She giggled to herself, wondering if their limo would turn into a Jeep at midnight. She had felt both uncomfortable and pleased at the way MacGyver had watched her descend the stairs. She had never worn a dress with the neckline cut that low, but Mac’s appreciative gaze had given her goosebumps…and confidence. Now, walking beside MacGyver with her hand on his arm, she held her head high as they entered the opulent Imperial Ballroom.

Joanna involuntarily gasped and paused to take in their surroundings. Heavy gold drapes flanked several large windows that overlooked the city lights while ornate, gold sculpted chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Round tables set for six boasted fine linens, expensive china, and delicate crystal place settings.

Guests had begun to form groups and head to their assigned seats as Jo looked around the crowded room for her friends. MacGyver, being taller, saw them first and with a hand on the small of her back expertly guided Joanna across the room to a table near the dance floor where they reunited with Leroy and Evelyn and another couple.

“Ah, there you are,” Leroy addressed them as they approached. “Allow me to introduce you to Phillip and Yvonne Wainwright.”

Joanna’s eyes went wide and MacGyver hid his laugh behind a cough as their gazes lit upon Yvonne. She was wearing an emerald green dress with a sheer silk overlay and delicate trim on the hem, neckline, waist and sleeves. A matching green turban, complete with a black ostrich feather, covered her hair, and of course she wore the famous Carrington Emerald around her neck. Being close to Evelyn’s height, the casual observer would be hard pressed to tell them apart.

After polite handshakes and proper greetings were exchanged, Yvonne laughed lightly.

“Before you say anything, it appears Evelyn and I share the same good taste in ball gowns.”

“And jewelry,” Evelyn added. “Except mine is a cheap imitation.”

“Oh dear,” Yvonne said in a staged whisper, “This isn’t the real Carrington Emerald. Phillip has it locked away in his personal vault.”

The house lights momentarily dimmed indicating that dinner was about to be served. Soon everyone was feasting on a Roma tomato bisque, followed by a Tuscan salad and the main course of filet mignon. Dessert was a rich, chocolate concoction sure to satisfy even the most discriminating sweet tooth. As wait staff finished clearing the remnants of the scrumptious meal, everyone’s attention turned toward a podium on a small dais where local dignitaries offered short speeches and invitations to enjoy the party.

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Vito and Tony, posing as waiters, stood at the back of the room pretending to listen to the mayor’s speech.

“Which one is she?” Tony asked.

Vito pulled out the photo Antonio had given them. “The brunette next to Wainwright.”

“You idiot!” Tony scolded in a whisper. “There’s a woman on each side of him and their heads are covered!”

“Oh, right,” Vito frowned. “What are we gonna do now?”

“We need to stay calm and be patient. When everyone starts milling around, we’ll grab both of them and sort it out from there.”

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Once the formalities of the evening had been dispensed with, a string quartet and pianist struck up a proper waltz and Phillip and Leroy rose to lead Yvonne and Evelyn to the dance floor.

MacGyver rose and held out his hand to Joanna. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” she said with a smile as she put her smaller hand in his.

They hesitated at the edge of the dance floor where several couples were already in the midst of a most properly executed waltz.

“Do you know how to dance like that?” Joanna asked Mac skeptically.

“Actually, I do. Just follow my lead,” he replied, summoning his most disarming grin.

Mac cupped Jo’s elbow and led her onto the floor. Soon they were turning and swirling as gracefully as the other couples. MacGyver itched to hold Joanna closer, but the steps of the dance demanded restraint.

“How about we get some fresh air?” Mac whispered in Jo’s ear after they had been dancing for a while.

“Sounds good to me,” she eagerly agreed.

As MacGyver was escorting her out of the ballroom, Leroy walked up behind him and slapped him on the shoulder.

“Have any close encounters with Mr. Pfister, yet?” he asked.

Mac sighed. “There’s no such thing as ghosts, Leroy.”

“You just keep telling yourself that,” the older smiled and walked away.

MacGyver returned his attention to Joanna who was frowning at him.

“What?” he demanded. “Surely you don’t believe this place is haunted.”

“Let’s just say I’m keeping an open mind,” she replied. “It’s common knowledge around here that a ghost does hang out and annoy some of the guests.”

Mac rolled his eyes and led Joanna through the main entrance. He hailed one of the horse-drawn open carriages that had been reserved for tonight and offered Jo a hand up before he stepped into the buggy, settling himself next to her.

“There’s a lap blanket on the floor in case you get chilled,” the driver offered before slapping the reins and beginning the twenty minute tour of historic downtown Milwaukee.

MacGyver slid his glance toward Joanna. She was tugging lightly at the neckline of her dress. She had been doing this surreptitiously all evening. No one would have noticed, but Mac had been looking at…well, he had extremely honed observational skills.

“I don’t think it’s your lap you have to worry about getting cold,” he quipped.

Without missing a beat, Jo reached down and pulled the blanket over her so that only her head was sticking out.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” MacGyver said as he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, blanket and all. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, but you do realize how lovely you look tonight, don’t you?”

Joanna’s only response was to lean into him a bit more.

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Evelyn and Yvonne had just exited the ladies lounge when a pair of waiters approached them.

“Are you enjoying the party?” the shorter one asked.

“Why yes,” Yvonne beamed. “It’s been absolutely lovely so far!”

“In that case, I’d hate to delay your return. Just give me the emeralds and pretend you never saw us,” the taller one instructed as the men pulled out a gun and discretely leveled one at each woman.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, young man!” Evelyn scolded, straightening her spine.

“What does it look like, lady? We’re stealing the Carrington Emerald,” the shorter one sneered.

“But they’re fake!” Evelyn shot back.

“We may not be rich, but we’re not stupid,” the taller one said. “One of you is the wife of Phillip Wainwright who just bought the emerald. Now hand them over!”

Evelyn reached up and pulled on the pendant, snapping the chain. She then threw it hard onto the marble floor where it shattered into myriad pieces.

“Would a real stone do that?!” she spat, refusing to back down.

“Then she’s wearing the real one,” the taller waiter said as both men now leveled their weapons at Yvonne.

“Think again, gentlemen!” Yvonne ripped the pendant from her neck and smashed it on the floor as Evelyn had done, garnering the same results.

Both men were momentarily stupefied before the taller yelled, “Grab them!”

Before they could resist, the men spun the women around, pinning their arms behind them.

“Scream and you’ll die,” the shorter one said as he pushed Yvonne toward the service elevator that would take them to a room on the sixth floor.

Sitting in straight back chairs with their hands tied firmly behind their backs, the two women listened as the men planned their next move.

“What do we do now, Tony?” Vito asked nervously.

“We make a deal. The hostages for the emerald.”

Tony grabbed the complimentary hotel notepad and scribbled a message on it before handing it to Vito.

“Go downstairs and deliver this to Mr. Wainwright. Then get yourself back up here before you’re seen,” Tony instructed.

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The horse-drawn carriage came to a stop in front of the hotel’s main entrance. MacGyver climbed out, assisted Joanna to the ground, and gave the driver a generous tip. The couple entered the hotel with their arms around each other’s waists and smiles on their lips. While much of the drive had been spent in silent snuggling, MacGyver knew better than to waste the romantic interlude so he made sure he stole a few kisses when no one was watching.

Mac and Joanna found Phillip and Leroy having a very animated, though quiet, conversation in the lobby.

“What’s going on?” MacGyver asked when they neared the men.

Leroy pulled the pair aside, his voice low. “Someone’s trying to steal the Carrington Emerald. Yvonne and Evelyn are being held hostage until Phillip hands over the gem.” He then shoved a piece of paper into MacGyver’s hand.

Bring the Carrington Emerald to room 666 at midnight in exchange for the ladies. No cops or the ladies die.

“How did this happen? Who delivered this?” Mac asked.

“Yvonne and Evelyn went to the ladies room. Then this waiter says he has a message for me and handed me the note.”

“Did you call the police?” MacGyver inquired.

“The note said not to. I’m not going to risk my wife’s life.”

“I’ve been trying to get him to change his mind,” Leroy told MacGyver, a desperate look on his face, “But he insists on going through with the exchange on his own.”

“Well, he may be doing it without the cops, but he won’t be doing it alone.” MacGyver looked at Jo and Leroy who both nodded, indicating they would help in any way they could.

“It’s ten o’clock now,” Joanna informed them, looking at her watch. “Mr. Wainwright, can you get the emerald here in time for the exchange?”

“My office is across town, but traffic should be light. I’ll be back in plenty of time.” He turned to leave but MacGyver stopped him.

“We don’t know how many people are in on this. Take Leroy with you,” he instructed.

“Now what?” Joanna asked, looking expectantly at MacGyver.

“Now we find out as much as we can about where and how the women are being held so we know the best way to make the exchange and capture the thieves without anyone getting hurt. From the note, I assume they’re in room 666.”

Joanna scrunched her nose. “They’re really into this Halloween thing, hey?”

MacGyver considered that a rhetorical question and asked Joanna to go into the kitchen and get two funnels and the cardboard tube from a roll of paper toweling. She looked at him skeptically before heading off on her mission.

While Joanna was gone, MacGyver went to the front desk.

“Excuse me,” he said to the night clerk. “I seem to have misplaced my keycard. Would it be possible for me to get a copy? I’m in room 664.”

The clerk tapped away on a computer keyboard and frowned. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m showing that room to be unoccupied.”

Mac willed himself to stay focused. “Perhaps it’s room 668. I never was any good with numbers,” he laughed.

This time when the clerk looked up from the computer his face was shadowed with suspicion. “That room is listed as vacant as well.”

“You know what? I just found it in my pocket!” Mac patted his coat, gave the clerk a smile and walked away, hoping he hadn’t just gotten security on his tail.

He met Joanna just as she was coming out of the kitchen with the materials he had asked for.

“C’mon,” he grabbed her by the arm and led her to the corner of a secluded hallway.

“What are you gonna do with this stuff?” she asked,

“Make a listening device. Sorta like a stethoscope.”

MacGyver slid the narrow end of the funnel into one end of the tube. He pulled out a thin, flattened roll of duct tape from his jacket pocket, tore off a piece, and secured the funnel to the cardboard. He did the same thing with the other end. As he was re-flattening the roll of tape, Joanna quirked her eyebrow at him and he shrugged.

“Okay,” he said, “now let’s do a little eavesdropping.”

They rode the elevator up to the sixth floor, stepping out cautiously when the doors slid open. They quietly made their way down the long, empty hallway until they stood outside room 664. MacGyver reached into another pocket and pulled out his Swiss Army knife.

“What are you gonna do with that?” Jo whispered.

“Take the panel off the door lock and cut the wires to disable it so we can get in.”

“You’re gonna break the lock?” she squeeked.

“You have a better idea?” he shot back in an exasperated whisper.

“Maybe.”

Joanna reached into one of the folds of her long skirt and pulled out her own keycard from a hidden pocket.

“Just what are you planning to do with that?”

Jo glanced up at him sheepishly. “Ghosts like to play with electronics and stuff.”

“You’ve got to me kidding me! There’s no such thing as ghosts!”

“Well, we’ll find out soon enough,” she retorted before looking up at the ceiling as if in prayer. “Mr. Pfister, if you’re around, we sure could use your help right now.”

MacGyver could not believe his ears!

Joanna took a deep breath and slid the card into the slot. In three seconds, the indicator light turned from red to green and the lock clicked open. MacGyver could not believe his eyes!

With a self-satisfied smirk, Jo pushed the door open and hurried inside as Mac closed it gently behind them.

“You know, the combinations to these locks are finite. It’s conceivable that one card can open several doors,” he pointed out to her.

“Skeptic,” she murmured as she turned on a lamp.

MacGyver chose to ignore her comment as he put the large funnel of his contraption against the wall the room shared with the thieves and held the smaller funnel against his ear.

“Do you hear anything?”

“Shhhh!”

“Tony! Someone just knocked on the door!”

“I didn’t hear anything.”

“I’m sure!”

MacGyver’s spine stiffened. Had the thieves heard them?

“Relax, Vito. You’re just hearin’ things.”

MacGyver relaxed.

The room remained silent for a long time and all Mac was certain of was that there were two men. He heard nothing to indicate the women were even there. Of course, they could be gagged. Or worse yet, unconscious. He glanced at his watch. Half an hour until midnight.

“Joanna,” he hissed. “Go hide in the stairwell and keep an eye out for Phillip and Leroy and bring them in here.”

“What are we gonna do when it’s time to make the exchange?”

“I’m working on it,” Mac replied as Jo slipped out the door.

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“Excuse me, young man. Could you please turn down the air conditioner? I’m getting a nasty chill,” Yvonne asked the man called Vito.

Vito grunted and walked over to the unit by the window and turned the knob. But nothing happened. He turned the A/C to off, but it still blew full force on his face.

“Stupid thing!” he complained.

“Would you leave that alone?!” Tony scolded. “We got more important things to worry about!”

Evelyn was glad the air conditioner stayed on. The cold air blew on her hands, drying the sweat and creating some wiggle room between her skin and the rope. With as little movement as possible, she began to work on freeing her wrists.

Suddenly a loud, rhythmic, pounding noise on the other side of the wall startled the foursome.

“I thought DeSilvo said he arranged for the rooms next door to be empty,” Vito said, looking at Tony.

“He did.”

“Then who’s bangin?”

“Maybe it’s the ghost of Charles Pfister,” Evelyn offered.

“A ghost? Are you sayin’ this place is haunted?” Vito had gone pale.

“Of course it is,” Yvonne laughed lightly. “Everyone knows that.”

Vito rounded on Tony. “No one said nothin’ about ghosts!”

“Would you relax, Vito? They’re just playin’ with you. It’s probably just some old pipes in the wall.”

Vito’s color began to return, but he still didn’t look convinced. For her part, Evelyn was relieved that, ghost or no ghost, their captors’ attention was focused elsewhere when she finally managed to release her hands from their bonds and toss the rope behind the dresser.

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At ten minutes before midnight, the gold-clad elevator doors opened and Phillip and Leroy stepped into the hallway. Joanna slipped out from the stairwell and motioned them to the room where MacGyver waited.

Joanna tapped softly on the door and Mac let them in, a goofy grin on his face.

“You’re not gonna believe this,” he said in a hushed tone as he motioned for the others to huddle around him. “The ladies have one of the guys convinced the ghost is haunting them!”

Instead of being the recipient of smirks and snickers, he was met with three very serious faces. His own smile faded quickly.

“Aw man! There is no such thing as ghosts!” he insisted.

“Never mind that,” Leroy spoke up. “What do we do now?”

MacGyver sighed and jammed his hand through his hair. “I say we play it straight. There are only two of them. We can take ‘em.”

Now this statement was met with looks of disbelief.

“That’s your grand scheme? Knock on the door then knock them out?” Phillip asked disgustedly.

“Can you think of anything better?”

When both men remained silent, MacGyver moved the group into the hallway in front of room 666. He counted down the seconds to midnight. When he got to zero, Phillip knocked on the door.

Just as the door swung open, the lights in the room began to blink on and off at a frantic pace, creating a strobe effect. There was a loud crash and groan as Evelyn grabbed a heavy crystal vase and brought it down hard on Vito’s head. Then the room erupted with the unmistakable sounds of fists connecting with jaws and elbows being rammed into stomachs. When the lights stopped flashing, both Vito and Tony laid unconscious on the floor. Evelyn was releasing the ropes from around Yvonne’s wrists with Phillip’s help, MacGyver and Leroy were binding up the thieves with bow ties and duct tape, and Joanna was on the phone with security.

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It was the wee hours of the morning. After giving their statements to the police, Mac and Jo and Leroy and Evelyn had retired to the room Leroy had reserved for the ladies. Phillip and Yvonne had already returned home, anxious to secure the precious gem once again.

MacGyver sat on the bed next to Joanna, one hand in a champagne bucket full of ice, the other holding a cold pack to his jaw. Evelyn administered aid to Leroy’s cuts and bruises. Everyone was exhausted.

“So,” Leroy spoke up when Evelyn finished her ministrations, “have you changed your opinion of the existence of ghosts, MacGyver?”

“It’s not my opinion, Leroy. It’s fact. There are no such thing as ghosts.”

“And there was a logical explanation for everything that happened tonight, right?” Jo challenged.

“Yes!” Mac countered. “I already explained about the keycard. The rest can be explained by a busted knob on the air conditioner, old pipes in the walls, and faulty electrical wiring.”

“Well, I don’t care if it was a ghost or not. I’m just glad everyone is safe,” Evelyn proclaimed.

A knock on the door startled them.

“Who could that be at this hour?” Evelyn asked.

“Probably security with more questions,” Joanna groaned as she got up and looked out the peep hole.

She turned back to the others with a frown.

“There’s no one there,” she informed them. “Must have been an old pipe or something,” she said sarcastically to MacGyver who rolled his eyes before closing them for a brief rest.

Unbeknownst to the occupants of the room, a transparent figure of a portly, well-dressed man stood standing guard in the hallway against all things evil. He would not allow such activity in his hotel.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter took a lot of research. Everything regarding the costumes and hotel descriptions are accurate to the best of my knowledge...including the image of Charles Pfister and his ghost. In fact, it wasn't long after I wrote this chapter that the newspaper published the story of a pro baseball player in town playing the Brewers was at the Pfister and had some "experiences" in his room and insisted some of his teammates spend the night with him!! Feel free to Google it yourself!! The hotel even has a one-night package called "A Room With a Boo"! Talk about marketing!!


















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His black hair was slicked back
I misread that as back hair roller.gif doh.gif

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“I want that emerald!” his father, Salvador, insisted for not the first time that morning.
Knw that was gonna happen at some point XD

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If you fail, you are no longer my son.
If that's how you are, why would he want to be your son? huh.gif

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The woman behind the counter, who introduced herself as Maddie,
My first thought was the one from the reboot laugh.gif

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“That looks just like the Carrington Emerald that was auctioned off in Chicago. I saw a picture of it in the paper.”
I can tell where this is gonna go...

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shipped to the Pfister Hotel
Ah, yes, the famous Pfister Hotel XD

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“Well, you won’t be able to keep it a secret for long. Everyone knows the Pfister is haunted!”
One of those stories, eh? XD


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and savor the clean coconut scent of her hair.
I definitely slept crappy. I misread that as donut scent XD doh.gif

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Being close to Evelyn’s height, the casual observer would be hard pressed to tell them apart.
Yep, definitely know where it's going...

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“This isn’t the real Carrington Emerald. Phillip has it locked away in his personal vault.”
Smart tongue.gif

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Dessert was a rich, chocolate concoction sure to satisfy even the most discriminating sweet tooth.
I want drool.gif

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No one would have noticed, but Mac had been looking at…well, he had extremely honed observational skills.
Oh Mac... XD

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Evelyn reached up and pulled on the pendant, snapping the chain. She then threw it hard onto the marble floor where it shattered into myriad pieces.“Would a real stone do that?!” she spat, refusing to back down.
I forgot how bad*** she is blink.gif

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MacGyver knew better than to waste the romantic interlude so he made sure he stole a few kisses when no one was watching.
Pretty sure no one was watching. Unless the driver glanced over his shoulder tongue.gif

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Bring the Carrington Emerald to room 666 at midnight in exchange for the ladies.
No way the room number was coincidental XD

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Chapter 39: Tis the Season

The month of November brought an abrupt end to the above average temperatures Milwaukee and the entire region had grown accustomed to. Cold, cloudy days melded together and the first considerable snow of the season graced the Thanksgiving weekend. The employees of the Leroy Jackson Law Firm arrived to a barrage of phone calls and voice mail messages from distressed or injured motorists who had been in an accident over the long weekend. Leroy quickly called everyone into a briefing.

“As I’m sure you are already painfully aware,” the lawyer began, “We are going to be inundated with personal injury, vehicular damage, and insurance calls due to the snowstorm. Therefore, I am asking that staff from all departments make themselves available to assist with these cases. If you have any questions, please speak with your direct supervisor. Thank you.”

And with that the meeting was over. Mac and Jo were walking out of the room when Leroy called out.

“MacGyver, could I see you for a moment, please?”

Mac nodded and headed back into the briefing room. Joanna hung by the door, not wanting to eavesdrop, but not wanting to leave, either.

“Due to your past training, I’m going to assign you to accident investigations unless you have any objections.”

“No sir,” MacGyver replied obediently. “Just let me know where you can use me the most.”

Leroy clapped Mac on his back. “I knew I could count on you, son.” And with that the older man strode from the room.

MacGyver stood still as Joanna approached him, already knowing the question she was going to ask.

“Don’t worry, Jo. I’ll be fine.”

“But the anniversary is coming up. You don’t have to do this.”

“Look,” Mac replied, settling his hands on her shoulders. “I know that there was nothing I could have done to keep my dad and grandma from dying in that crash. If I can bring someone to justice or give a family the answers they deserve, then I’m gonna do it.

Joanna smiled encouragingly. “Then I’ll do the same.”

A few hours later, MacGyver stood by the side of a snow covered road looking down into a ditch. He glanced at the pictures he held of the mangled car that had occupied that space a couple days ago. It was amazing anyone had survived, but thanks to seat belts, air bags, and child safety seats the young family had been able to walk away with only a few bruises. In fact, they were currently meeting with Jo and one of the lawyers to see if they had a case against the other driver.

“Kinda makes ya think, doesn’t it?” the lead investigator who had introduced himself as Mike Harlow asked, if for no other reason than to make conversation.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” Mac replied thoughtfully, knowing full well how quickly an auto wreck could occur.

“Don’t know what we’re doin’ out here,” the younger man grumbled. “Between time and the weather, any missed evidence is long gone. Looks like we’ll just have to rely on the police report for the facts.”

MacGyver figured that Mike was eager to return to the warmth of his office. He knew Jo was happy she didn’t have to go out in this weather. Mac smiled to himself. He had spent too many years in L.A. missing out on the seasons to take even the worst of winter weather for granted. It was just one more thing that confirmed he had made the right decision to make Milwaukee his home.

A few more hours and several accident scenes later, MacGyver was rethinking his love of snow. It was great for skiing, not so much for driving. Seemed all drivers turned into novices when the first flakes of the season fell. And this was only the beginning, as more snow was in the forecast for the coming week and long term predictions called for more precipitation than usual.

Upon returning to the office, MacGyver fixed himself a cup of hot chocolate before perching on the edge of Joanna’s desk and looking over her shoulder as she worked. She already had several files piled up and was skillfully entering the data into the computer when suddenly her fingers began to fail her and she was hitting the ‘delete’ key more than any others.

“Could you please not do that?” she asked, turning to face him with a frown.

“Do what? I’m just watching.”

“Exactly! I can’t type when somebody’s watching me. Now go away!”

“Getting a little cranky, are we?” Mac teased.

“I passed cranky three files ago,” Jo mumbled as she continued to type.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Mike apologized as he tapped on the door, “But we’ve got a live one. Just came over the police scanner.”

He handed a piece of paper with what few details he had to Joanna.

“Open a case, will ya?” he asked her before turning to MacGyver. “Ready to go, man?”

Mac was just about to slide off the desk when Joanna spoke up.

“How about if I go with you, Mike? I’ve been stuck in this office all day and could use some fresh air. I can interview the witnesses while you investigate and we can kill two birds with one stone.”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Mike shrugged. “Meet you downstairs in five.”

“What are you doing?” Mac asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I thought you hated going out in winter.”

“Normally I do,” Jo responded as she pulled on her weatherproof boots. “I just could really use a break.”

This didn’t sit right with MacGyver, but he was too tired from spending the day going from one accident site to another to argue.

“How about if I work on some of this data entry while you’re gone?”

Jo smiled and winked saucily. “I’d love you forever!”

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The next day Joanna entered her office to find MacGyver sitting behind her desk, the files nowhere to be found.

“Did you get all the cases entered?” she asked as she shrugged out of her long wool coat.

“Yeah. I stayed late waiting for you to come back.”

Jo winced. “I’m sorry. The interviews took longer than expected so I ended up going straight home. I thought you’d…never mind, I should have called.”

Joanna noticed that MacGyver looked tired today. His eyes lacked their usual twinkle and his mouth seemed to be set in a permanent frown. She knew him well enough to know that he knew why she went to the accident scene yesterday.

“Look, I was just trying to—“

“To what?!” he shot back.

“You were cold and tired. You didn’t have to deal with that, too.”

“Three fatalities, one a juvenile. No, Joanna, you didn’t have to deal with that!”

“You don’t have to protect me, you know! I love that you want to, but sometimes I want you to let me do the same.”

Mac sighed in resignation. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Joanna replied, her composure now firmly in place. “Mike made me stay behind the police tape. I didn’t see anything.”

“But still.”

“I’m good, Mac,” she insisted, her skill at professional detachment serving her well.

There was a light tap on Joanna’s door and the couple turned to see Leroy standing just over the threshold.

“Either of you have dinner plans for tonight?” he asked, a master at getting straight to the point.

The couple looked at each other and shook their heads.

“Good. Evelyn wants you both to come to dinner at her place. There’s something personal we’d like to discuss with you.”

MacGyver and Joanna drove straight to Evelyn’s after work to find Leroy already there and looking very much at home. Conversation started quickly and flowed easily and soon the meal had been consumed and dessert devoured.

“Let’s go into the living room where it’s more comfortable,” Leroy suggested, leading his guests out of the dine-in kitchen.

Joanna and Mac each settled in an overstuffed chair while the older couple shared a small couch.

“Why don’t you go ahead and tell them, Evie?” Leroy suggested.

Evie? Joanna’s eyebrows shot up and she sent a questioning glance toward MacGyver who sent her one in return.

Evelyn cleared her throat and waited until all eyes were upon her. “We wanted you two to be the first to know that Leroy and I are getting married!”

Joanna let out an uncharacteristic squeal and jumped up to hug her friend while MacGyver shook hands with Leroy and congratulated the couple.

“When? Where? I need details!” Joanna insisted happily.

Evelyn and Leroy laughed. “We’re getting married a week from this Saturday at my church. My pastor agreed to a private ceremony,” Evelyn explained. “It will just be me and Leroy and our witnesses. We were hoping you and MacGyver would agree to fill that role.”

“Of course we will!” Joanna exclaimed and hugged her friend again before Mac could even draw a breath.

“What about the reception?” Jo asked.

“We purposely scheduled the ceremony for the day of the firm’s annual Christmas party. It will serve a double purpose this year,” Leroy shared.

“And then we’ll be spending our honeymoon and the holidays in Ireland,” Evelyn added.

“And we may not come back,” Leroy winked.

Evelyn playfully slapped Leroy on his arm. “Now don’t go teasing them
like that!” she chided.

“We left out one little detailed,” Leroy confessed. “I’m also retiring from practice.”

“What?!” Mac and Jo responded in perfect unison.

“I’ve been at the helm too long. It’s time for someone younger with new ideas and more energy to take the reins. Carlos Hernandez has been my vice president for almost five years now. It’s time he move up into the role I’ve been grooming him for.”

After another round of hugs, handshakes, and congratulatory remarks, Joanna declared it was time to leave and they bid the older couple farewell.

Joanna was standing next to her car and had just pulled her keys out of her purse when a hand reached around from behind and snatched them from her.

“Hey!” she whirled to find MacGyver grinning at her. “If I hadn’t known it was you, that little stunt could’ve earned you an elbow to the gut or a heel on your instep,” she warned.

“And here I was just trying to be polite,” he said as he unlocked and opened the driver’s side door before standing aside to allow her to get in.

“So what do you make of that?” Mac asked, nodding toward the house they had just left.

“I had a feeling there was something going on between them, I just didn’t realize it was this serious.”

“Yeah,” MacGyver agreed before changing the subject. “Hey, the weather is supposed to be kinda nasty tomorrow. How about if I pick you up and we drive to work together?”

Even though Joanna had extensive experience driving in any kind of winter weather, it was always stressful. And if she didn’t have to clean the snow off her car in the morning she could grab a couple minutes more sleep. How could she refuse his offer?

“Thanks, that’d be great. I’ll be ready.”

“See you then,” Mac promised, bending down to kiss her cheek before closing her car door and heading to his Jeep.

True to his word, MacGyver was parked in her driveway when Joanna left the house for work early the next morning. Deep down she was glad because rain from late the night before had turned to ice before snow blanketed the ground. Not conditions she looked forward to driving in. The cold weather that week kept the roads slick, causing Mac to appear in her driveway each morning. At work, the number of accident and injury lawsuits multiplied exponentially with each passing day ranging from serious auto collisions to someone slipping on their neighbor’s sidewalk.

“You know you don’t have to do this,” Joanna ventured late Friday afternoon as MacGyver was driving her home.

“I know I don’t have to,” he replied, tossing a grin at her. “I want to. I want to take care of my girl.”

Joanna inhaled sharply at his remark. Never had they assigned titles or nicknames to each other. Well, except for when he called her ‘baby’, but then again, he used that term a lot. Even with Frog.

“You are my girl, right?” Joanna could hear a tinge of uncertainty in his voice. She was still surprised at the vulnerability this otherwise strong, handsome, self-assured man hid just below the surface.

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice huskier than she had wished. “I’m your girl. But you can’t go on protecting me like this forever.”

“Hey, I’m just giving you a ride to work,” he back peddled. “You know, carpooling. Saving the environment.”

“And I suppose it’s just coincidence that your sudden urge to save the environment corresponds with the bad weather and number of accidents we’ve been working not to mention the anniversary of your—“

“Fine,” Mac snapped. “If you want to drive yourself I won’t argue.”

Joanna remained silent. Mainly because she didn’t know what to say next.

“Look, I’m sorry,” MacGvyer apologized, his voice low and gentle once more. “I have this bad habit of wanting to protect the people I care about.”

By now they were parked in Joanna’s driveway. Mac ran the back of his index finger down her smooth cheek before tucking it under her chin and coaxing her to look at him.

“I know,” she smiled. “That’s another thing I love about you.”

“You love me?” he responded with an impish grin.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth, Mac,” Jo scolded gently.

“Now why would I want to do that when there are so many better things to do with your mouth?”

He had barely finished speaking when his lips met Joanna’s in a kiss that warmed her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

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The following Saturday found MacGyver standing next to Leroy in a small Catholic church. Evelyn, wearing a cream colored skirt suit and holding a small bouquet of flowers, stood on Leroy’s other side with Joanna at her left. The foursome faced the priest who was prepared to begin the ceremony. Mac leaned slightly backwards to catch a glimpse of Jo. She wore a white blouse under a cheery red blazer paired with a long, straight black skirt. The very same outfit she was wearing the first time he saw her and she literally fell into his arms when she lost her balance on the rickety stool she was standing on. The memory caused a smile to tug at his lips.

As the priest continued to read scripture passages, MacGyver’s mind drifted back to when he and Joanna had stood as witnesses for Pete and Connie when they remarried a year and a half ago. At that time, Mac had wondered what it would feel like to stand next to Jo and make those same promises to her, but their relationship had been too new and fragile for him to explore those feelings any further. Today, however, he knew exactly how it would feel. It would feel like coming home. Like putting the final piece of his life firmly in place forever without fear of losing it. Like flying high while growing roots at the same time. He no longer balked at these feelings. In fact, he welcomed them and the hope they instilled in his heart.

MacGyver’s thoughts were interrupted when Leroy loudly cleared his throat. Mac looked over to find everyone looking at him. The rings. Just like at Pete and Connie’s wedding, he had been daydreaming about Joanna and did not hear the prompt for the rings. He reached in his pocket and handed the simple gold bands to Leroy with a sheepish grin which was met with a knowing wink.

The ceremony concluded quickly and soon the two couples were happily mingling among their friends and colleagues at the law firm’s Christmas party. A large conference room had been gaily decorated for the occasion. Tables were laden with catered food while songs of the season could be heard coming from speakers hidden throughout the room. Time passed quickly and soon one of the female senior partners grabbed a microphone and announced it was time for the bride to toss her bouquet.

“That’s my cue to head for the ladies’ room,” Joanna whispered to MacGyver.

“Why?” he asked, grabbing her wrist before she could make her escape.

“Because it’s a meaningless, archaic tradition that unfairly singles out unmarried women.”

“Aw, c’mon! It’s all in good fun,” he cajoled. “Besides, wouldn’t it make a nice keepsake if you managed to get it?”

Jo looked him square in the eye and he could see her resolve melt away.

“One of these days, Angus. One of these days I’m going to say ‘no’ to you!”

He winced at her pointed use of his given name, but was soon smiling as he watched her turn and head to the front of the room where the single females were gathering. She positioned herself in the middle of the back row and he shook his head in mock dismay. Evelyn stood before the group and then turned so her back was facing them and the countdown began. Just as Evelyn began to launch the bouquet, the other women scurried out of the way, leaving only Joanna standing in place as the flowers landed squarely in her open hands. The room erupted in cheers and applause.

“I was set up!” Joanna complained, even as Evelyn hugged her tight.

“It doesn’t matter, dear. It still counts,” the new bride said with a laugh.

MacGyver stood cheering and clapping with the others. Indeed, he couldn’t have asked for a better set-up had he planned it himself.









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This basically describes Northern weather perfectly XD

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“But the anniversary is coming up. You don’t have to do this.”
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“Look,” Mac replied, settling his hands on her shoulders. “I know that there was nothing I could have done to keep my dad and grandma from dying in that crash. If I can bring someone to justice or give a family the answers they deserve, then I’m gonna do it.
Oh, wrong anniversary. My bad XD

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Seemed all drivers turned into novices when the first flakes of the season fell.
Yes. That's exactly what happens. Snow comes, everyone forgets how to drive... dry.gif

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“Why don’t you go ahead and tell them, Evie?” Leroy suggested.

Evie? Joanna’s eyebrows shot up and she sent a questioning glance toward MacGyver who sent her one in return.
I think I know what's cominggggg... w00t.gif

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Evelyn cleared her throat and waited until all eyes were upon her. “We wanted you two to be the first to know that Leroy and I are getting married!”
Called it happy_dance.gif

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“We left out one little detailed,” Leroy confessed. “I’m also retiring from practice.
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“I had a feeling there was something going on between them, I just didn’t realize it was this serious.”
Same XD

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“I know,” she smiled. “That’s another thing I love about you.”

“You love me?” he responded with an impish grin.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yes, you did.”
I laughed at this whole exchange XD

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Just as Evelyn began to launch the bouquet, the other women scurried out of the way, leaving only Joanna standing in place as the flowers landed squarely in her open hands.
Okay, they obviously did that on purpose roller.gif What is it with everyone shipping these two? laugh.gif

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Chapter 40: Christmas Interrupted

Joanna sat curled up in the corner of MacGyver’s couch sipping a mug of hot chocolate while Frog lay spread out on the cushion next to her drooling in his peaceful doggie slumber. Mac hummed along to Christmas carols playing softly on the radio as he put the finishing touches on the glimmering pine tree that now decorated the far corner of his living room. Jo smiled into her cup as she thought about the several sprigs of mistletoe the man had rigged up to pop out of cabinets and fall from light fixtures when she least expected it. At this rate, she was going to need to ask Santa for a stocking full of lip balm.

“What are you grinning about?” Mac asked, crouching in front of her as he ran his large hands down her jean-clad legs.

“I was just thinking how nice it is to see you finally enjoying the holidays,” she responded, reaching out to take one of his hands in hers.

“Well, I have you to thank for that,” he said as he leaned in and quickly kissed her chocolate flavored lips.

“You finally made me see that, even though I can’t change the past and will always grieve for my family, I’m not only hurting myself but those I care about by trying to avoid the holidays.”

“I did all that?” Jo asked skeptically.

“What can I say? You’re a very powerful woman, Joanna Fairfax.”

Joanna’s heartbeat kicked up a notch as she watched MacGyver’s brown eyes darken and settle on her lips, his lips sure to follow. To her dismay, the moment was broken when Frog sneezed himself awake, dismounted the couch and made a beeline for the newly bedecked Christmas tree where he promptly raised his hind leg.

“Aw, man!” MacGyver groaned as he got up and followed the determined bull dog. “Frog, we talked about this. You still have to go outside!”

Jo giggled as Mac stood by helplessly watching his dog water the evergreen before she went to the kitchen for some rags to clean up the floor. They were both on their hands and knees underneath the lowest bows of the tree when Joanna decided to broach the subject that had been troubling her for the past several days.

“So,” she began, leaning back on her heels. “Are you sure you don’t want to exchange gifts?”

Mac sat back as well. “What could I possibly want when I have everything I need right here in front of me?”

He let out a laugh when Joanna crinkled her nose. “Pretty sappy, hey?”

She bobbed her head in agreement.

“Want me to take it back?” he teased.

“Not on your life,” she retorted, leaning in and initiating a kiss that could start his tree on fire. There was no way she could possibly know that all his Christmas wishes were tucked away in a package he had hidden upstairs.

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MacGyver slipped into sweet oblivion. Until meeting Joanna, he had never realized how powerful, all-consuming, and completely satisfying a kiss could be. He felt as if they were touching each other’s souls when Joanna broke contact way too soon. He swallowed a protesting groan and refocused his lips on the soft, sweet skin behind her ear. Pressure on his chest made him pause and he glanced down to find her hand pushing him away. Respecting her need for boundaries he relented, immediately missing the warmth of her touch.

“There’s something else I need to ask you,” she said, almost shyly.

Why did this woman have to talk so much?!

“What is it?” Mac tried to keep the disappointment from his voice.
“Well, I…I mean, my mom was wondering if…if you’d like to come to Midnight Mass with us on Christmas Eve?” she stammered.

MacGyver opened his mouth to reply, only to find Joanna talking again.

“I know it’s not your thing so don’t feel—“

“Hey, how do you know it’s ‘not my thing’?” he asked, reaching out to snag her hand, teasing her fingers with his.

“You never really talk about it…”

“Just because I don’t talk about it doesn’t mean I don’t believe,” he said softly. “Besides, one of my friends from Mission City grew up to be a priest and several years ago I almost proposed to a nun.”

Joanna’s eyes grew wide and she stared at him as if he had sprouted two heads causing Mac to realize how his words must have sounded.

“She wasn’t a nun at the time,” he hurried to explain. “But I still had some pretty stiff competition.”

Jo’s gaze dropped to the floor and Mac knew that meant she was at a loss for words.

“What I’m trying to say,” he continued, “Is that I would love to go to church with you.”

Joanna looked up and smiled as he reached for her and took her into his arms for a long, warm embrace.

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A week later found MacGyver sitting in a church pew next to Joanna. Mass would begin in thirty minutes, but the choir was already serenading the growing congregation with traditional Christmas hymns. The main lights had been dimmed to allow parishioners to enjoy the tastefully decorated sanctuary. Mac studied the large pine trees draped in twinkling white lights flanking either side of the center altar before turning his attention to a large nativity scene bathed in soft blue light. He couldn’t remember a time when his soul had felt this peaceful or his heart this hopeful and he had the beautiful woman next to him to thank for that.

His musings were interrupted when a small family quietly eased into the pew next to him. He slid over to make room for them and motioned for Joanna to do the same. Their quarters having grown much tighter, he couldn’t keep his leg from brushing hers causing a jolt of electricity to shoot straight through him. With a side-long glance at her, he noticed a slight blush to her cheeks and the fact that she could have moved over further toward her parents but had apparently chosen not too, obviously relishing the physical closeness they shared.

Soon the ceiling lights turned bright and the sound of the organ swelled, signaling the beginning of the Mass and sequence of centuries-old prayers and recitations. MacGyver took it all in with rapt attention. There was something magical about a Christmas Mass. After the biblical story of Jesus’s birth had been read, Pastor Mike descended the stairs from the altar to stand amongst his flock. Mac listened intently to the priest as he spoke enthusiastically about this special night in a dynamic yet timely fashion. All too soon the service concluded and worshippers bundled up and headed toward the doors to continue their holiday festivities. MacGyver escorted Joanna through the crowd, his hand steadfastly placed on the small of her back, a gesture which rose the brow of more than one elderly lady in the crowd and, if Joanna’s smiling response to their whispers was any indication, they thoroughly approved.

The following day MacGyver arrived at the Fairfax house shortly after noon. Joanna and her mother were already busily preparing the Christmas Day meal so, after being shooed out of the kitchen, Mac headed to the living room and settled himself in a recliner to watch a basketball game with her dad. MacGyver felt more at home than usual and a ball of dread formed in the pit of his stomach whenever he thought about returning to his cold, empty apartment. Before he knew it, the turkey dinner with all the trimmings Judy Fairfax had so painstakingly prepared was devoured and Joanna’s mouth-watering dessert was nothing but a memory. The dishes had long been cleared from the table, yet the two couples remained engaged in easy conversation until Mac glanced at his watch and caught Judy Fairfax’s eye.

“Mac, why don’t you and Jo go relax in the living room while her dad and I do the dishes?”

“Now wait a minute…” Joe Fairfax began to protest until his wife shot him a pointed look that quelled his objection.

MacGyver held his breath and watched as Joanna curiously regarded first her mother and then her father before acquiescing and leading him out of the room.

“Not sure how we got out of KP duty tonight,” she mumbled before stopping short when she saw the medium-sized box wrapped in red paper and topped with a gold bow sitting in the center of the coffee table.

“I thought we agreed not to exchange gifts?” she spouted, turning to face MacGyver.

“You should know by now that I’ve never been very good at following rules,” Mac replied, summoning up his brightest smile just for her. The sternness in her face disappeared immediately and she turned her attention back to the box.

“Go ahead, open it,” MacGyver encouraged. He prayed silently that this would not be the one time she told him ‘no’ because the next few minutes could change the course of their lives forever.

He watched breathlessly as she seated herself on the couch, reached for the gift, lifted the top of the box and pulled out a Milwaukee Admirals hockey jersey. The smile that lit up her face was quickly replaced with a frown when she turned the jersey around and found an empty name placard. Her disappointment caused Mac’s heart to drop to his stomach, but he hoped what he had to say next would cause her smile to return.

“There’s a reason I didn’t have a name put on it,” he began as she looked at him with a questioning gaze.

“I wasn’t sure which—“ at that moment his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He dropped his chin to his chest in disgust. Not now! Choosing to ignore the rude interruption, he tried again. “I need to ask you which name—“ The phone rang again. MacGyver ran his fingers through his hair. This caller would not give up!

“Maybe you should take that,” Joanna sighed. “It could be something important.”

“But it’s Christmas!” Mac retorted.

“Exactly.”

Right. Someone would only call on a holiday if it was important.

“Hello!” MacGyver snapped into the phone, wincing at his rudeness.

“MacGyver? This is Francine Leyland. I mean Dalton. Jack’s mom.”

“Oh, uh. Hi Francine.” A jumble of confused thoughts assaulted Mac’s brain as he tried to figure out why Jack’s mom would be calling him. And on Christmas.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your holiday,” she replied in a shaky voice. “I found your number in Jack’s coat pocket and figured you would want to know.”

“Know what?” Mac’s heart was beating fast. Joanna now stood at his elbow, concern marring her features.

“Jack was in an accident. His plane crashed,” Francine sobbed.

MacGyver didn’t want to ask but needed to know. “Is he…?”

“He’s in the hospital, but it looks bad, Mac,” she hiccupped.

“Just sit tight. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he promised before clicking off the call.

“Who was that?” Jo asked hesitatingly.
“That was Jack’s mom,” he answered her, his voice raw with fear. “He’s been in a plane crash.”

He was vaguely aware of Jo’s arms wrapping around his waist as he quickly placed a call to the first airline he could think of.

“I need to be on the next flight to LAX,” he told the operator, foregoing any pleasantries.

“I’m sorry, sir,” came a saccharine sweet voice, “But it’s Christmas night. All our flights are either booked or grounded in anticipation of the approaching snowstorm. I could wait-list you, but you probably won’t get a flight out until tomorrow evening at the earliest.”

Mac clicked off the call without even saying good-bye. He had been wait-listed when Harry had his heart attack and died alone because he couldn’t get a flight. It wasn’t going to happen again. He pulled away from Joanna and grabbed his jacket.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“I have to get to Jack!”

“But how? Surely you don’t plan on driving!”

“Look, I could be halfway there by the time I could get on a plane.”

“Mac, there’s a storm coming. Would you stop for a minute and be reasonable?”

“If it was you in that hospital bed I’d be doing the same thing,” he said through clenched teeth, his urgency mounting. “I have to get to him. Now!”

“Then let me come with you.”

“There’s nothing you can do.”

“I could at least help you drive. Be there for you…”
“No! This is something I have to do.”

MacGyver was halfway to his Jeep before he turned to find Joanna standing in the doorway, her doe eyes full of love and concern.

“Will you look after Frog while I’m gone?” he asked.

“You know I will,” she replied. “But call me, Mac. I need to know you’re safe.”

With a wave of his hand, MacGyver jumped into his Jeep, turned the ignition, and drove off into the night.


NOTE: This is the last chapter in Continuum. The story picks up under the title: The Journey Continues for which I'll start a new thread next week.



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Whoo, this chapter was a doozy, huh? biggrin.gif

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To her dismay, the moment was broken when Frog sneezed himself awake, dismounted the couch and made a beeline for the newly bedecked Christmas tree where he promptly raised his hind leg.
FROG! roller.gif

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“Aw, man!” MacGyver groaned as he got up and followed the determined bull dog. “Frog, we talked about this. You still have to go outside!”
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There was no way she could possibly know that all his Christmas wishes were tucked away in a package he had hidden upstairs.
I think I know where this is going... biggrin.gif

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Why did this woman have to talk so much?!
Mac, think with your head, not that other part of you tongue.gif

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Jo’s gaze dropped to the floor and Mac knew that meant she was at a loss for words.

“What I’m trying to say,” he continued, “Is that I would love to go to church with you.”

Joanna looked up and smiled as he reached for her and took her into his arms for a long, warm embrace.
I seriously was afraid that she was getting upset because he proposed to a girl forever ago laugh.gif

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Their quarters having grown much tighter, he couldn’t keep his leg from brushing hers causing a jolt of electricity to shoot straight through him.
That might be static electricity. Or it might be love. We'll never know XD

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“Mac, why don’t you and Jo go relax in the living room while her dad and I do the dishes?”

“Now wait a minute…” Joe Fairfax began to protest until his wife shot him a pointed look that quelled his objection.
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“Go ahead, open it,” MacGyver encouraged. He prayed silently that this would not be the one time she told him ‘no’ because the next few minutes could change the course of their lives forever.
I called it! w00t.gif happy_dance.gif

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He watched breathlessly as she seated herself on the couch, reached for the gift, lifted the top of the box and pulled out a Milwaukee Admirals hockey jersey.
Seriously Mac? XD

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This caller would not give up!
Mac honey, there's a thing called leaving your phone at home. Try it sometime XD

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NOTE: This is the last chapter in Continuum. The story picks up under the title: The Journey Continues for which I'll start a new thread next week.
You'd better! wink.gif

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Dragondog...yeah this chapter *was* a doozy! Had to leave the readers hanging so they'd move on to the continuation. And I just finished the 40th Chapter in The Journey Continues, so there is PLENTY more to come!!!

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