Hey guys, I have been tossing around the idea of a sequel since half way through the original. I've been writing it while writing Taking a Risk. I hope you all enjoy it! You will notice a common theme to most of my stories. I love writing heroics!
"Mary!" a voice frustrated voice called.
The pale green curtain, separating her from the rest of the patients in the hospital, was ripped back revealing a short bald man. His arms were folded across his chest, his foot tapping. He was not happy to be there, that much was evident.
"I swear, I am so tired of visiting you two in the hospital. You with a dislocated shoulder and your partner with a broken nose and possible concussion." Stan had visited them in the hospital more than half a dozen times in the last two years. It was getting old quick. They really needed to have refresher course on safety protocols, on and off duty.
"Sorry Stan, but in my defense the other guy started it." She grumbled.
"The other guy? Mary, the other guy was Dershowitz, and he is in a bay down the hall with a fractured wrist, stitches, and bruised ribs! What the hell were you thinking?" Stan bellowed. Since Marshalls shooting the partners had become more fearless than ever before.
"Oh come on Stan, there was a bet to consider, and I was winning!" She argued. Mary, Marshall, and Bobby had become pretty close friends since Marshall's stay in the hospital. Dershowitz had bet her she couldn't win in a dirt bike race. Anyone who knew Mary would know she would take that challenge personally and Mary didn't often lose.
"You were racing dirt bikes through the desert when you hit a rock and blew a tire. Consequently you wiped out in front of Bobby and Marshall, injuring all three of you." Since Mary first joined his office Stan felt like father, boss, and principle all rolled into one. It had only gotten worse in the two years since Mary and Marshall's injuries. It had gotten to the point that most of the regular hospital staff knew Mary and Marshall by name.
"Are they okay?" She asked. The last she saw Bobby was bleeding from a gash on his arm and Marshall was holding his head. As much as she wanted to win the bet she didn't want Bobby or Marshall hurt in the process. Now she would have to wait until they all healed for a rematch.
"They'll be fine. Doctors should be releasing them now." Stan confirmed. He looked down at his watch, it was only 11:30 in the morning. If he could get everyone to their respective homes he may still be able to make his lunch date. He decided to send her a quick text to let her know he might be a tad bit late.
"Good, lets go them." Mary put her shoes back on and grabbed her gun and badge. She was ready to get Marshall and go home.
Mary gathered her injured partner and loaded him in the car. He was still a little light headed from the wreck but he didn't have a concussion. He did have a broken nose, but the doctors set it and told him it should heal up in no time. Bobby got eight stitches in his left forearm and a brace for the hair line fracture in his wrist. There wasn't much they could do for his bruised ribs, but tell him to take it easy.
Stan drove and Bobby called shotgun. Mary looked over at Marshall who sat next to her. He had his hand discretely on her knee. He always found some little way to touch her and Mary didn't really mind. She was no longer so opposed to physical contact, at least from Marshall anyway. She actually found herself eagerly anticipating his next touch. It was amazing what an emotional connection could do for a relationship. That connection was always something that was lacking in her relationships. She often focused solely on the physical aspects of the relationship and nothing else. Anyone who made the mistake of trying to get her to open up or have a serious conversation was almost immediately kicked to the curb.
In the last two years they had worked out the kinks in their relationship. They fell relatively easily into a pattern. For the first six months Mary and Marshall went the traditional dating route at Marshall's insistence. Marshall moved into Mary's house when his apartment building was condemned because of irreparable damage from termites. Things were going great. Mary had reluctantly spent her first holiday with Marshall's parents and some extended family, later that same year.
It was a thanksgiving Mary wasn't inclined to forget. Charlotte was beyond excited to have Mary there for the holidays. She took her into the kitchen and taught her some recipes that Marshall thought his mother would never reveal. When Abigail had asked his mother about a stuffing recipe one year, Charlotte promptly told her it was a family secret. Mary wasn't as hesitant to the Texas cottage for Christmas, and thanksgiving the following year.
"Alright you two, here we are." Stan pulled up to Mary's house and parked. Stan had only recently learned of Marshall's apartment building being condemned. Marshall explained to him only six months prior(almost six months after his apartment was condemned)that he was crashing in Mary's guest room. Stan hadn't put it together yet. He knew their relationship changed in the last few years but he never mentioned the change of address paperwork Marshall filed or the fact that the two arrived to work at the same time now. Stan didn't ask, and they didn't tell.
"Thanks Stan. Sorry about messing up your day off." Marshall held the door for Mary and apologized to their boss. Stan didn't often take days off, and they almost never coincided with Eleanor's, Mary's, and Marshall's.
"Yea well, I'm just glad you're all okay. Get some rest, you two are supposed to be transferring a witness tonight. Charlie and the new guy aren't authorized to transfer witnesses such a far distance yet. I'll see you all at seven pm sharp tonight." As Stan drove off Mary groaned. This was sure to be a long transfer with a whiny twenty year old witness.
TBC
Alright, here we go again guys. This one is a work in progress, I have the main story line plotted out in my head but very little has actually been written yet. Feel free to leave comments or suggestions!
