Invisible Wind – Part IV
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The first bullet hit MacGyver right in the chest, he stumbled back and touched his shirt, he looked down at his fingers and saw they were bloody. “Gill.”
He reached out to her and she pulled the trigger again, this one hit him in the stomach, before he could react she fired the gun 4 more times, the bullets hit him in his chest, the last one flung him back against the door, his eyes were still looking at her as he slid down it.
Gillian sighed, she turned and handed the gun to Michael, he set it down on the nightstand, she walked over to the door and touched Mac’s neck. “He’s dead.” She crouched down and closed his eyes.
Michael started to laugh. “Wow that was something.”
Gillian straightened up. “Yeah I know, it felt great though.”
“Well we can’t leave him here.”
“True, we can’t have bodies cluttering up the place.” Gillian opened the door, her husband’s body fell back against the white carpeting, she stepped over him and picked up his wrists, she dragged him out the door.
Michael was watching her. “What are you going to do?”
“For now just put him outside, then later I’ll sink his body in the ocean.” She disappeared out the front door dragging the body with her.
Gillian came back into the bedroom and brushed off her hands. “Well that takes care of that.”
Michael nodded, he was impressed, she was just as cold hearted as he was. “I don’t know what to say, I’m amazed.”
Gillian walked up to him, a devious grin on her face. “Who said you had to say anything?” She put her arms around his neck. “I think the time for talking is over.” She kissed him deeply, her fingers going into his hair.
Michael put his arms around her waist and picked her up, he carried her over to the bed and laid her down on it, he stretched out on top of her. “So where should we go?”
She shrugged. “Oh I don’t know, someplace far with no extradition, just in case they find my poor dear late husband.”
Michael nodded. “Good idea.” He kissed her again. “So, my life excites you?”
Gillian smiled at him and gave him another kiss. “Yeah it does, all those crimes, it’s a lot of fun isn’t it?”
Michael started laughing. “Yeah it is, except when you run into complications, like I had at that jewelry store.” He shook his head. “I’m surprised I didn’t hurt your husband, I was running pretty fast when I ran into him. I had no choice though, but now that he’s dead I won’t have to worry about that anymore, we can take the jewels and sell them.”
Gillian nodded. “Okay, sounds good, we can use the money to start off our new life.” She rolled them over once, she was looking down at him. “But we can talk about that later.” She leaned over and started kissing him, her hands moved down his sides and touched his wrists, she put them over his head.
Michael laughed. “Getting turned on are we?”
“Oh yeah, very turned on.” She pressed down on them with her hands. “But before we make love Michael, there is something I want to tell you.”
Gillian reached under the pillow and took something out. “Something I have been dying to tell you since the funeral.”
Michael smiled. “Whatever is it, I’m all ears.”
Michael was too excited to pay much attention to what was going on behind his head, Gillian looped something around the pole on the headboard.”
She kissed him again. “I’m so glad to hear you say that.” She suddenly slapped a pair of handcuffs on his wrists. “Because you’re under arrest.”
Michael heard what she said but he didn’t believe it. “What?” He started struggling against the cuffs but there was a chain in between the cuffs and he was attached to the headboard.
Gillian climbed off of him and smiled. “That’s right Michael, you are off to the Crowbar Hotel.”
Michael grew very angry. “If I go down then you go down for murdering your husband!”
“I don’t think so.”
Gillian turned to the door and smiled, MacGyver was standing in the doorway, his t-shirt was blue, now the whole front of it was purple with blood. She smiled widely at him. “Hi Baby!” She walked over to him and kissed him.
Mac sighed and looked down at his now ruined t-shirt. “You know Gill, this being dead thing is really starting to get old.”
Michael’s eyes grew wide. “But…she shot you!”
The gun was sitting on the nightstand, Gillian picked it up and pointed at him. “You mean like this?”
She aimed at his stomach and pulled the trigger, his light grey polo shirt suddenly turned red, she reached out and touched the red spot. “A special design of my husband’s, red corn syrup bullets, they look like blood but they aren’t.” She stuck her finger in her mouth. “Sweet.”
MacGyver rubbed his chest. “They hurt though, felt like I was being pelted with rocks.”
Gillian put her hand on his chest. “Aww poor Baby.” She touched his t-shirt, the corn syrup had dried but his shirt was rubbery. “Those things worked out great.”
“They did didn’t they?”
Tyler and Henderson walked into the snow white bedroom and saw what was going on. “Are we interrupting something?”
The couple shook their heads. “Oh no not at all, come on in.”
“Oh good.”
Tyler and Henderson walked over to Michael and flashed their badges. “FBI, you are under arrest for theft, robbery and various other criminal activities.”
Michael shook his head. “You both don’t have anything on me, I’ll be free by tomorrow morning.”
“I’m afraid not, we have enough on your to send you away for the rest of your life.”
Henderson nodded. “That’s right we do, we even have you for the Simms Brothers Jewelers robbery as well.”
“I never admitted that, good luck proving it, you have your witness but what evidence do you have?”
“Oh we have you on more than just me interrupting your get away.” Mac walked over to Michael and leaned over close to his watch. “Go ahead and say Hi Michael.”
Michael looked at him like he was insane. “You are talking to my watch?”
Gillian shook her head. “No, to the bug inside your watch.”
The handcuffed man glared at her. “And when did you do that?” He thought about it and smiled. “After we made love?”
Gillian started laughing. “No Michael, after I drugged you, we didn’t do anything.”
Tyler took a key out of his pocket and unlocked his cuffs. “Time to go Carson.”
The two men sat him up and put his hands behind his back, they cuffed them and stood him up, they started walking him to the door. Gillian put her arm around her husband and watched as they took him away.
“Oh Michael?”
Carson turned around and looked at her, she gave him a smile. “See you in court.”
The handcuffed man glared at her as he walked out the door.
Gillian and MacGyver returned to their house and parked the Corvette, they came in through the side door and walked down the hall into their bedroom.
“Oh I feel so sticky.” MacGyver lifted his t-shirt over his head and wadded it up, it was ruined there was no way that corn syrup and red food coloring mixture was ever going to come out. He looked down at his chest and saw that the red corn syrup had stained his skin red. “Wonderful, now I look like I really did get shot.”
Gillian unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, she tossed it near their hamper. “Yeah you do.” She walked over to him and looked at his chest. “You know shooting you was a lot of fun.”
Mac raised an eyebrow. “Well don’t make a habit out of it, I’ve died twice in a two week period, I’ve just about had my fill of it.”
“My poor Honey.” She put her arms around his neck.
He stepped back from her embrace. “I wouldn’t do that, you’re going to get messy.”
“That’s okay, I’ll risk it.”
“Okay but you are going to get corn syrup all over you.”
Gillian kissed her husband, she pressed her forehead to his collarbone and sighed. “It’s over Mac, it’s finally over.”
MacGyver put his hands on the back of her head. “Yeah I know, well, with the exception of testifying.”
“That won’t be a big deal will it?”
“Nope, just tell the jury what I saw, that’s it.”
Gillian lifted her head and looked into her husband’s eyes, she gave him a big smile. “Welcome back to the land of the living Mac.”
He gave her a smile. “Thanks.”
Gillian looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 11 o’clock, but despite the fact it was later than their usual bedtime, neither one of them was tired, there had been too much excitement.
“So what are we going to do now?”
Mac sighed. “Well, a few ideas come to mind.”
She looked at him curiously. “Like what?”
He put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them down her arms. “We could read a book.”
The young woman wrinkled her nose. “Nah.”
“Okay, we could watch a movie.”
Again she crinkled her nose and shook her head. “No movie.”
Mac thought about it for a moment, his wife didn’t like his two suggestions, he was thinking about a third, he tilted his head a little from side to side. “Or maybe we could play a game.”
Gillian creased her brow at him. “A game? What kind of game?”
He gave his wife a wicked grin. “Ever heard of Twister?”
“Well who hasn’t but we don’t even have it.”
MacGyver wiggled his eyebrows at her. “In the version I play you don’t need it.”
Gillian finally got the message, she nodded. “Okay, so what do I get if I win?”
“We play for prizes now?”
“Sure, so what’s my prize going to be if I beat you?”
Her husband licked his lips and pressed them together. “If you win I’ll let you be my loofa sponge for a week.”
Gillian grinned. “A whole week? I like that idea.”
Mac cleared his throat. “And if I win?”
The young woman sighed. “If you win, you can take your pick from the dessert tray every night for a week.”
MacGyver nodded his head enthusiastically. “All right, you’re on.” He backed away from his wife and climbed onto the bed. “And I’ll have you know I am an expert at this game.”
MacGyver opened the fridge and took out a bottle of apple juice, he took a sip and closed the door, he took it back to the bedroom with him and quietly opened the door. He poked his head in and saw that his wife was on her left side in her lavender night gown, she had kicked the sheet off of the bed. Mac snuck back into the room and carefully sat down on his side of the bed, he had a sip of his juice.
Gillian groaned and rolled over, she slammed against him, draping her arm across his waist. She felt something that wasn’t skin and she opened her eyes and saw grey shorts. She lifted her head and saw her husband. “Hi.”
“Hi, what time is it?” She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“12 45.” Mac had a drink of his juice and handed the bottle to her. “Apple juice?”
“Thanks.” She sipped it and put the cap back on.
“So what did you think of my game?” Mac gave his wife a smile as he reclaimed his bottle of juice from her.
Gillian laughed a little. “It was a good game although we both should call it a draw.”
MacGyver nodded. “Good idea, that way we both get our prizes.”
His wife shook her head. “Nah that’s okay, you don’t have to let me play loofa sponge if you don’t want to.”
“Why not? You earned it.”
Gillian leaned her head against her husband’s shoulder. “Well, I don’t need a prize.”
“How come?”
She lifted he head and smiled at him. “I already got the greatest prize in the whole world… you.”
MacGyver smiled at his wife and hugged her hard, he closed her eyes and sighed, he never felt so happy and so relieved to be alive.