I don't really have the patience to write complete 'stories' yet, but I really like a situational approach. Hence, this whole collection I'm going to publish is titled 'Tid Bits' because that's all they really are. If you don't want to read a whole story to see some Mary/Marshall situations then you will find them here. Don't know how many there will be yet, but I'll just keep posting periodically until I'm done. Thanks for reading! :)

(I don't own anything except the individual creativity applied to an already existent creation.)


Mary and Marshall ran down an alley when they heard the car approach. Two men hopped out and began walking their direction. The rain was pouring and it was freezing, but the only place out of the downpour was in an alcove of the brewery. It had looked like it used to be an arched doorway, but it had been bricked up.

Mary grabbed Marshall's lapels and dragged him in after her.

She saw the shocked look on his face and said, "Just go with it."

That's when she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him.

He pulled away and whispered, "Guy, Mare."

She answered, "Guns, Marshall ," and resumed the kiss. He shrugged and wrapped a hand around her back and tangled a hand in her hair pressing his face closer to hers.

Wow, Marshall , this is kind of hot. Mary let the kiss progress pushing to see just how far Marshall would go. Mary liked kissing. She could only guess he would too. Kissing is harmless, right?

When she licked his bottom lip he opened his mouth with a bit of a frustrated sigh.

Is that a no? Sure doesn't feel like a no. She chuckled inwardly as they made out like teenagers. Their tongues danced around each others and Mary had to struggle to catch her breath.

"Holy cow," she gasped before pressing her forehead to his again. He was panting, gasping for air during that break, too, but was more than willing to jump back into the fray.

When the guys had passed where they were making out they decided to reluctantly pull away; both of them slightly dizzy from their little encounter. Mary smirked at Marshall who blushed.

"Definitely not a girl," she looked down at his jeans that looked a bit tight.

He groaned, "I think I already pointed this fact out once tonight."

Mary chuckled, "Oh, I'm quite well aware of that now."

They ran to the car and hopped in. The guys were definitely Sicilians pursuing Marshall's witness. He grabbed his cell.

"Stan, those were definitely the Sicilians. They chased Mary and I down an alleyway."

"I'll let Phil and Dom know they can take off so they can notify the pilot," he sighed, "You can fill out the rest of the transfer papers when you get back."

"Thanks, Stan."

"Hey, Marshall?"

"Yeah?" he had almost hung up.

"Are you and Mary all right? You sound winded."

Marshall rolled his eyes, "Yeah, Stan, we're fine. On our way back."

"What was that about?" Mary asked about the end of the conversation.

Marshall smiled playfully, "Wanted to know if we were okay. I sounded 'winded.'"

Mary lost it into a fit of hysterics and Marshall laughed with her, "No shit, Sherlock."

Back at the office Marshall filled out the transfer papers and Mary put away some files. Marshall was her ride home so she needed to find something to do with her time until he was done.

"Ready?" Marshall finally asked.

"Hell yes," she grabbed her coat and walked towards the elevator, "Night, Stan."

"Night inspectors!" he called out of his office.

The ride down in the elevator was quiet and Mary kept shifting nervously from foot to foot. Marshall just watched her. He knew she had something on her mind.

"Got something to say, Mare?"

She was chewing on her cheek, "Nope."

The elevator dinged to let them know they were on the ground floor.

Saved by the bell, she thought.

They walked to Marshall's car and he unlocked it for her to climb in. He climbed into the driver seat and realized Mary was unusually silent.

Marshall glanced at her sideways and grinned, "You're thinking about kissing me, aren't you?"

She squirmed in her seat, "What? No."

"Liar," he turned the key in the ignition.

"Fine. Maybe. It was kind of hot, Marshall . You have to admit."

He shook his head, "I won't deny it."

"What does that mean? Is there something wrong with me? You're YOU for Pete's sake."

"Thanks, Mare," he grumbled. Sometimes she hurt him even when she didn't mean to, but this time she realized it.

"You know what I mean," she sighed.

He nodded and smiled a little at her 'apology' then shrugged. "I don't think it matters that you're you." he sighed pulling into her driveway.

She beamed, "Thanks, doofus! It means a lot." Then she turned to him and winked, "You ever have make-out withdrawals you give me a call." Then she clicked her tongue and stepped out of the car, "Because, dang…that was hot!"

Marshall 's face blushed a deep shade of scarlet and Mary chuckled to herself all the way up to the house. He watched to make sure she made it in all right before driving off.

He grumbled to himself, "Oh, Mare, you're going to be the death of me woman."


Let me know what you think! I can take criticism and/or suggestions, too. Anything helps! I'd love to get into writing stories, too, but like I said-not my forte, but maybe someday. Thanks again!