Macgyver imagines

Macgyver: 21

"Life's a journey not a race."
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Summary: Allie is faced with some troubles married to Macgyver.

Warnings:  None

Notes:

Okay using all the Prompts!
. "I ran out of gas, and I have no freaking idea where I am. Can you please come help me?"
"Ma'am, is this your dog?"

3. Hey... what's wrong with your face?"
"Um, sorry. That one's not for sale."

"Sweetie what were you thinking?"
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Allie was in the midst of restocking one side of her leather shop, when a man picked up a knife, a Swiss Army off the shelf, and twirled it in her hand. She quickly sprinted his way, and stole it from his hand, quicker than he could comprehend.
"Sorry, not for sale."
She quickly walked away to avoid his glare and shot a text towards Macgyver. "Forget something?"
He responded quickly. "Yes, I did. Can you bring it to me? I got a mission in an hour."
She sighed and rolled her eyes, of course he does. "Yes, I'll be there soon. Meet me outside tho, it's awkward in their." She typed back, heading towards the back room to tell Cindy, her employee, she was leaving.

"Hey, Cindy!" She called last the shelves. "Mac forgot his knife, I'll be back in a little bit." The small petite woman peeked over a box, "Of course, Mrs Macgyver, I'll be here."
"Thanks, babe." She said to the teenager, working only part time.
She exited her store Allies Leather and Western Wear, And loaded into her pickup, tired of a long day.
"I will be outside, awaiting your lovely appearance ." Came the message beeping on the passenger seat. She glanced at it, and smiled. "Always the romantic." She mumbled.
Once arriving outside the building, she was glad to see him sitting at the curb, waiting for her. The creeky door opened with a swing. Mac smiled at her, as she fiddled with the knife in her hand. Her ring was accenting her small hands, the gemstone beautiful as always.