Disclaimer: I have never owned the O'Mally's and I never will.
Ginger:This is kind of an explination as to where Matt in 'the little angel' comes from.
Marcus starred at the papers before him. He was getting exausted as he tried to figure things out.
Someone was assassinating mafia leaders and no one could figure out who. Everyone was involved. The CIA, the FBI, the marshalls and even with the local cops no one could seem to figure this one out.
"Marcus." came a voice, breaking into his thoughts.
It was Quinn.
"What is it Quinn?" he sighed.
"Go home. Shari's waiting. You've only been married for a month, and you've bearly spent any time with her."
"I know, but I'm just stumped on this case." he grumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"SO is the rest of the federal government. Go home, take tomarrow off. You need to rest."
"Good idea." said Marcus shoving the papers into his breifcase. "I'll see you later Quinn." he said. Then he walked out of the office.
He spent the long walk to his car thinking.
"Why is this case bothering me so much?" he growled as he approached his car. He froze when he saw a reflection of a black figure in his windshield.
The figure was watching him a black coat blowing in the light breeze as he stood on the edge of the wall.
Marcus slowly reached for his gun. He quickly whirled around and was astonished to find that the figure had dissapeared. He turned to look into the windshield to see the reflection gone.
"My mind's playing tricks on me." he sighed. "I'm too tired. But then... why did that reflection stay for so long?"
He quickly jumped into the car and drove home, still tense and a bit jumpy.
When he arrived home he found the house dark and silent. Shari had gone to sleep and he didn't want to disturb her.
Marcus just ploped down on the couch and kicked off his shoes hoping he could calm down as the wind picked up outside.
"I'm just tired. I'm okay. Nothing's wrong." he told himself as he glanced at the sliding glass door. But he stopped dead.
The figure was outside of his home. Close enough he could see a face, but he couldn't make out the details. But just as quickly as it had appeared it dissapeared.
Marcus picked up his gun and ran to the door to find that there was no one in the back yard.
"This can't just be my mind playing tricks on me. Someone followed me!"
The realization frightened him. What about Shari? He rushed upstairs to find his wife silently sleeping in their bed.
Feeling like a child frightened by a shadow he quietly climbed into bed in his clothes and hid under the blankets beside Shari where he soon fell asleep.
Chapter 1 is done. Can anyone guess what the shadow is? Probobly not yet anyway. But I hope you enjoyed!