Macgyver

《 Chapter Eleven》

"Santa could be real." MacGyver words linger through the house as I squeeze past Bozer and Riley to grab a new bottle of rose.

I grab it from the wine fridge thing pulling the plastic from the top and grabbing the wine opener. I'm about to head back out when I see Matty walking from the bathroom with a worried expression on her face.

"Somethings wrong." I state bluntly my tone even. She barely takes the effort to nod in agreement with my words letting me know it was bad.

I follow her out everyone freezing when they see mine and Matty's faces. As usual MacGyver is the first one to questions, "Do we have a mission?"

"No, your remember the bomb you set off last week."

"The one in Angola when our cover was blown or the one in LA when we went with the bad Intel

"Los Algeles." We nod making Matty sigh before she speaks again, "It appears the intel is more incomplete then we realized." All of us look at each other, I mean how could it be more incomplete then the fact that it wasn't a shipment of couple guns, but thousands, "the balding wasn't empty. A maintenance man, a civilian named George Ramsay died when a section of the wall collapsed on him."

I shake my head, Jack checked, even I went back over most of the building. It was totally empty minus the million dollars worth of firearms and us three.

"I checked the building myself." Jack says the slight southern accent coming through his voice, "It was empty, don't start playing the blame game."

Matty glares at him pissed for him undermining her intel, "The blame game has already started, Jack. LAPD has a warrant for the immediate arrest of Mac and Kingsley."

I was going to be arrested, I had done a lot of stupid shit but never enough for me to be arrested. For probably 3rd degree murder if they were lucky, if I was lucky manslaughter. and since it was a bombing on American territory, possibly domestic terrorism. At least the FBI would be called in, I could request Hotch, I mean they got Morgan out of jail for murder, well Morgan got Morgan out of jail but they cleared his name.

The doorbell rings making the slight arguing around me to cease. I look at MacGyver opening my hand to him. He grabs it leading ourselves through the house and to the front entrance. He drops our hands allowing me to take off the holster on my side hip. I sit it on the floor just as MacGyver opens the door.

"Angus Macgyver, Adeline Kingsley?" A cop in his late 50's at least asks making us both reply a small yes, "You're under arrest for the murder for George Ramsay,"

I kick my gun to the a beat cop making them grab it and hand it to a man standing behind her. She forces me around handcuffing me before pulling me out the house. The guy finishes our Maranda rights as they start to lead Mac and I down the step and to the four cop cars sitting in our driveway. Merry Fucking Christmas guys.

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I close my eyes recalling the mission. We walked in after it was clear and thermal cameras picked up nothing clear. Jack placed a cinderblock to keep the door open. Jack was bragging how this mission was going to be simple when we walked in and found a lot more guns then planned. We called in asking what we should do since it would take us and at least 20 people helping hours to get all this out.

Bozer was heading in to help but I ordered him to stay outside, there was already three of us in here, we didn't need anyone else seeing someone enter. That's when Riley let us know multiple vehicles were heading straight towards our location and he had minutes, not hours.

My eyes fly open then the door opens and slams shut. The black detective smirks as I narrow my eyes giving him small glare, "Sorry were you sleeping?"

"Meditation, I have an anxiety disorder. Can I see the file you guys have?" I was keeping a semi sweet tone, but that's dropped as soon as this dick laughs and shakes his head. "I have every right to see the evidence against me." I snap before grinding my teeth.

"Are you asking for counsel?" The black detective asks making me pull against the handcuffs, "I mean unless you want to be your own counsel."

"Where's the FBI leader?" I ask making his mouth drop for a second, "I'm not stupid you're accusing me for setting off a bomb on US territory, you're labeling me as a domestic terrorist. Which means, no phone call, no contact with other prisoners, and it becomes a federal case. So where is the FBI leader and I tell you my fucking counsel."

He clenches his jaw walking out. He leaves me in silence before a couple minutes before the white guy, the one who read us our rights walk in sitting across from me, "What were you doing in that warehouse Adeline?"

I stare straight through him reading his body language. He messes with his wedding ring after the silence extends for several moments. He's having marital problems, considering he's here on Christmas Eve, the fights probably due to his work schedule. I watch him smirk as he opens his file, he thinks he has an arm up on me, the only thing he has is the crime scene photos. If I saw those I would have straws to grasp.

"You and your partner have a thing for not talking." He states looking down at the file, "You were abused as a kid which is when you met MacGyver. But he left for MIT and you were admitted to the hospital for infection to your blood stream due to open self harm wounds. You still got into Auburn, then you were working for a bail bonds in the summer before you cut all contact with them." He looks up smirking at me, "I'll keep going. After college you went to the FBI academy, passed with flying colors. You worked for surveillance, the BAU, and my personal favorite counter terrorism."

He just start to pull out photos when FBI walks in. The only one not wearing the bulky FBI jackets, that were amazing at keeping rain off of you by the way, but he walks in ignoring the detective standing in front of me, "Special Agent Whittaker FBI."

The black detective trails in as the FBI agent looks at me, "My counsel is Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, he's the leader of the BAU. And don't argue me and you both know he was a prosecutor."

With that I close my mouth going silent staring right over both of the mens form.

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MacGyver and I ran around the warehouse grabbing everything for the bomb while Jack searches the building. Wait Jack. He placed the cinderblock there but when he came back he mumbled that everything was clear but the cinderblock was moved.

Oh mh god. someone might've entered and hid.  but how did the team not see them enter. We couldn't have killed someone. We would have seen him somehow. with the blast was localized. So if a wall collapsed he had to be near the blast. we definitely would have seen him, could it have fallen after?

"Your council's calling." the black detective says walking in with like the home phone type phones in hand. He hands it to me making me shimmy slightly to get the phone to my ear.

"Hotch." I sigh out.

"I called your team, Jack is it he's pissed but they're getting you council." Hotch reassures, "They told me to tell you they have a plan, stay calm and keep your covers."

It had to be one hell of a plan if it was going to get us out.

"Thank you." I push some of my hair out of my face, "Tell the team I said hi, also maybe not mention where I currently am."

He lets out a small chuckle agreeing before we say our goodbyes. I hang up sliding the phone across the table going back to staying silent and seemingly staring at nothing. How the fuck were they gonna get us out, can't exactly swat a police station.

Matty, Jack, you better have some magic up your sleeves

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Chapter Twelve is a part too basically. I split them up cause while it's not a huge amount of words it's a lot of things/events to squeeze into one chapter. Love you guys, see you next Tuesday. and Yes even if I die trying I will have it published on Tuesday.