No one mourns the wicked.

No, one mourns the wicked.

The mission was long. It only took a week but it felt longer. The jet hand landed after a flight from Washington DC. So, it wasn’t the longest flight they’ve been on but it was nice to be home.

With duffle bag in hand, Alexandra unlocks the front door. Pushing it open and stepping inside the house. Closing it behind her. She lets out a deep sigh. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back. Her hand letting the duffle bag slip from her hand. It drops to the ground with a soft thud.

It had been three months since oversight aka Jimmy MacGyver son Angus MacGyver death. Who died during a mission. And Alexandra is really feeling the weight of it. The rest of the team, not so much. They knew of Angus MacGyver dark past and didn’t quite trust him. But Alexandra did.

Boze was visiting family back in their home town. Leaving Alexandra alone in the house. Making it easier for all her emotions to bubble to the surface after keeping them shoved down for three months.