A reimagining of the season four finale, inspired largely by a line in a song from Fox's Anastasia. This is from Abigail's POV. Enjoy, and please review!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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I never should have let them dance.
It was a beautiful ceremony.
Abigail had watched as Mary's sister, Brandi, walked down the aisle and vowed to love and honor Peter for as long as they both lived. Marshall had been sitting beside her, and she couldn't help looking at him throughout the ceremony. From the moment they met, she had been attracted to him. Now she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. There was only problem she could see, and it rose up when the couples were invited onto the dance floor to join the newlyweds.
Instead of taking her hand, Marshall led a very pregnant Mary onto the floor as the lights dimmed and the first chords of the ballad My Best Friend came through the speakers. Abigail understood they were close, closer than partners normally were. She was a cop; she'd had her fair share of partners and understood all of the effort and emotion it took to make a partnership work. Much like a marriage, it was all about give and take.
Still, her heart twisted when she saw Mary lay her head on Marshall's shoulder and Marshall gently cupped her swollen belly with one large hand. As far as she knew, they had never danced together. Marshall was an amazing dancer, but Mary wasn't one for public affection or touching. So Abigail shifted uncomfortably when Marshall pulled Mary closer and Mary slid her arms around his neck.
She had always known she would come second to his job, but what she hadn't realized was she was really coming in third, after his job and after his partner.
When Mary closed her eyes and Marshall rested his chin on the top of her head, Abigail silently left the wedding.
She never should have let them dance.
The End.