A/N: I own nothing, even though I'd REALLY love to own Marshall.
Marshall stared at his partner as she proceeded to curse and fume at her witness. Hoyt Vanderly refused to cooperate with the rules of WITSEC and had contacted his old girlfriend. "What part of don't contact anyone from your past life do you not understand? Or are you like every other male Neanderthal out there who's brain resides in their pants?" Mary was on a roll and Marshall was only going to object if she got physical.
"You can't tell me who I can and cannot see." Hoyt threw at her sarcastically. This witness was an ass, even Marshall could see that.
"Actually numb nuts, I can." Mary picked up the Memorandum of Understanding. Marshall stepped forward, fearing she was going to throw it at Hoyt. He stopped, arm ready to reach out and grab it, but pulled it back as Mary dropped the heavy document in her witnesses lap. He cringed as the document made a dull, but heavy thud.
"Fuck!" Hoyt cursed. "That hurt."
"Good! Now listen, you sorry excuse for a male life form, because this is the last time I'm going say it." She was leaning closer to him and Hoyt instinctively drew back in his chair. "You can NOT contact anyone from your previous life, because if you do, the guys that are after you will find you and kill you. Are we clear?" Hoyt nodded and Mary shoved away from the table. Marshall followed her out. Mary made a bee line for the coffee machine, even though there was a fresh cup on her desk. "Why are all men such stupid, moronic assholes?" She hissed, pouring herself a cup.
"Hey!" Marshall griped.
"Oh be quiet doofus. You know I didn't mean you."
"Alright, so Stan falls into that category then?" He quipped.
"What about me?" Stan inquired, emerging from his office at the sound of his name, coffee cup in hand.
"Noth-" Mary began before Marshall jumped in.
"Mary said you're a stupid, moronic asshole." He grinned over his coffee cup. Mary glared at him, blushing slightly. Stan gave her a curious glance, then looked to Eleanor.
"She said that?" Eleanor bit her lip and looked to Mary, contemplating if she valued her life enough to lie. Mary turned her steely glare to Eleanor, her eyes daring her to say something. Eleanor simply shook her head no and went back to typing at her computer.
"Spoil sport." Marshall grumbled from behind his witness file.
"Alright then. You going to take your witness back to his place?" Mary grumbled. God, I hate this witness. I wonder if I can pawn him off on Marshall. As if reading her thoughts he spoke up.
"No way."
Mary tried to pout, but he just shook his head, not buying it. "Aw, come on Marshall. If I have to drive him home, I'll end up shooting him before we get to the car."
Marshall looked to Hoyt, who was nervously pacing in the conference room, then back to Mary. "You owe me." He sighed and stood, grabbing his keys. Mary smiled in victory, and watched as Marshall retrieved her witness. She headed back to her desk, but was stopped dead by her partners grip on her arm. She looked down at his hand, then back to his bright blue eyes.
"Let go." She growled, but he only smiled.
"You owe me." He repeated and Mary raised a brow.
"Sure, I'll do your paperwork. Whatever."
Marshall chuckled and shook his head. "Nope. Come on." He began tugging her, along with her witness, toward the elevator.
"Damn it Marshall, let me go." She struggled against his iron grip. "I'm going to knock you into the next century you ass, now let go." Marshall continued to drag her along, as she tried feebly to un-pry his fingers from her arm. He finally let go of her, when the elevator doors had shut.
"How do you put up with a bitch like her?" Hoyt bravely asked and ducked behind Marshall as Mary took a swing at him.
"Hey!" He said forcefully, shoving Hoyt back to the corner of the elevator. He turned to Mary, who looked like she was ready to tear him a new one. "Deep breath Mare." He placed his hands on her shoulders. "You're letting him get under your skin."
Mary shrugged his hands off her shoulders. "You're getting under my skin, just keep him away from me." Marshall sighed deeply and turned to glare at Hoyt.
"You are going to keep your mouth shut the rest of the way, are we clear?" Hoyt looked like he might actually argue until Marshall's face hardened. Hoyt finally nodded in response.
"Pansy." Mary snorted, leaning against the wall of the elevator. Marshall chuckled and rolled his eyes. As the elevator doors dinged open, he grabbed Hoyt and pushed him out the door. Noticing Mary about to make a break for it, he grabbed her arm again.
"Nice try Mare."
I'm going to shoot him and then feed him to the coyotes. "You're itching for a death wish pervis. Now let go." They were now at the car and Marshall let the witness go so he could grab his keys. The continuous hold of Marshall's hand on her arm, made Mary start to realize how strong his hands were. Wow, I mean I knew he was strong, but his grip is like a vice. She looked at his flexed arm, underneath the long sleeve of his shirt. I wonder what he looks like with that shirt off? Realizing her train of thought she grumbled to herself angrily. Jesus Mary, where did that come from? He's your partner, your best friend. Snap out of it. She struggled again and this time he let go. He shoved the witness into the back seat of the black SUV. With a quick glance at her partner, Mary realized it was futile to try and escape. She held out her hand for the keys.
Marshall just chuckled and shook his head. "Yea right." Mary lunged for the keys and missed as Marshall held them up. "You're not driving Mare." Mary wasn't one to give up without a fight. If she didn't drive, Marshall would pick out some expensive restaurant and she was not up for forking out that much cash. She'd just prefer to shoot her arrogant witness. She slithered up next to Marshall, not completely unaware of the effect it would have on her partner. She grabbed his arm and tried to pull down.
The feeling of Mary pressed tightly against his side made Marshall's brain turn to mush. He steeled a glance down at her and somehow managed to suppress a groan at the sight. Mary was biting her lip, her brow furrowed as she continued to try to pull his hand within reach. The thing that caught Marshalls attention was the ample amount of cleavage that was attempting to come out of Mary's shirt. Keep it together Mann! Oh god, but it feels so good. Just let me touch……NO! She's baiting you! In the moment it took for Marshall to argue with himself, Mary had managed to grab the keys. "AH HA!" She crowed and jumped into the drivers side before Marshall could stop her. He simply stared at her, frowning inside at the loss of her against him. Quit torturing yourself. You know she wants nothing to do with you. Marshall heaved a sigh and walked around the vehicle, entering the passenger side without a fuss.
The trek up the three flights of stairs to the witness's apartment left Mary crabby and sweaty. "Why in God's name did we get him this apartment?"
"Because it was inconspicuous." Marshall stated as they reached the apartment door.
Mary glared and shoved him. "It was a rhetorical question numb nuts." While she informed the witness one last time that she wouldn't tolerate a screw up, she was unaware of Marshall grabbing the car keys out of her back pocket. It was as the witness closed the door and was reaching for the keys that she realized they were missing. She turned to find Marshall standing at the stairwell, the keys dangling from his fingers. "Marshall!" She screeched and bolted after him as he took off down the stairs. He was obviously much faster than her. By the time she reached the car, he was already sitting in the drivers side, watching her with a bemused grin. "Give me the keys." She snarled, her hands on her hips. He smirked and shook his head.
"Face it Mare. You're buying me lunch. Just accept the fact and get in the car." Marshall saw the look in Mary's eyes. He knew she was up to something, he just wasn't quite sure of what. He barely missed the moment Mary pounced. Seeing her body hurtling at him, he chucked the keys onto the passenger floor board. She crashed into him, knocking him back into the center console.
"Damn it Marshall, just give me the keys!"
Marshall was trying to his best to try and not touch Mary inappropriately. It was difficult though with her pinning him beneath her. "Mare." He breathed, his normal thought process slowly evading him. His mind was slipping into the gutter fast. Would she quit squirming already? I can't……oh god! Mary was attempting to reach over Marshall to grab the keys off the floorboard, creating an interesting view. Mary's breasts were in full view, her shirt being pulled down slightly from the struggle. She's gotta be doing this on purpose! Please god, put me out of my misery! Marshall somehow gathered enough conscious thought to grab Mary's hands in one of his. "Mare!" He managed to say a little more forcefully, his voice deep. She stopped moving and looked down at her partner.
Oh my god! Seeing the dark look in Marshall's eyes she gasped and paid attention to her surroundings. Especially the parts that were pressed against her. MARSHALL! She knew she shouldn't be surprised, I mean Marshall was a guy after all, but he was more than a guy. He was her best friend and her partner. Seeing Marshall's face so close to hers, Mary's thoughts began to wonder. Damn, I never thought I'd land in this position with Marshall. He's got some gorgeous blue eyes and those lips…… Mary found herself leaning closer, wondering what his lips would feel like on hers. The shrill ring of Mary's cell made them both jump. She sat up quickly, completely forgetting that she was still straddling Marshall's lap, as she searched for her phone. She fished into her jeans pocket, having to shift around to get her hand into the right pocket. The resounding moan coming from Marshall made her quickly leap off of him, finally getting her phone out of her pocket. "Hello?"
"Hello querida."
Mary ran a hand through her disheveled hair, trying to calm her breathing. "Hi Raph. What do you need?"
"I thought we could have lunch. Peter gave me the day off."
Mary sighed and looked at Marshall. He was still laying in the car, his eyes closed, his brow pulled together as though he was concentrating. Or thinking REALLY hard. "Raph, you know I'm at work." She wasn't about to tell Raphael that she was supposed to be having lunch with Marshall instead.
"It's Marshall isn't it?" He growled through the phone. Mary sighed angrily. God that man can be so stupid sometimes!!!
"Really Raphael? You're pulling that card again?" She glanced back at Marshall and noted that he was sitting upright, watching her intently. She turned her back on him, keeping the phone pressed tightly to her ear.
"All of your time is spent with him. What do you expect me to think?!"
"Seriously?! I mean give me a god damn break Raph! He's my partner. If I'm at work, he's going to be with me. It's part of the job!" Mary was absolutely fuming. She'd lost track of how many times they'd had this argument and it was getting old fast.
"I know you're sleeping with him!" Raph spit out and Mary pulled her phone away from her ear to stare at it. Marshall, having heard yelling coming from Mary's phone came to stand beside her. He said nothing, just stood by her. She hit the speakerphone, not quite sure as to why. A long string of Spanish curses filled the otherwise quiet parking lot. Marshall's brow furrowed in confusion. He spoke fluent Spanish and was shocked by Raph's words.
"Raph? What in God's name are you smoking to think that I'm sleeping with Marshall?!"
Raph let out another string of curse words in Spanish. Mary was taken slightly aback by some of the words he used. She wasn't a fluent speaker, but she knew enough to know when she was being insulted. "He's got pictures of it Mary! You were all over Marshall a moment ago!" Mary was barely aware of the deep angry growl coming from Marshall.
I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking kill him! Then I'm going to revive him and tear him limb from limb and feed him to the vultures. Marshall was fuming. Stupid Raphael had someone tailing Mary. He damn well knew how dangerous that was for her job. If he ever got near that sorry excuse for a human, it was going to take some act of God to keep him from killing him. He instinctively went into Marshal mode and began scanning the parking lot. Sure enough, there was a simple blue sedan sitting across the street. They guy wasn't hiding the fact that he was taking pictures either. "Found him!" Marshall began stalking across the street, leaving Mary to stare into her phone dumb founded.
There was a fine line that Mary had set in their relationship and Raph had just crossed it. He'd more than crossed it, he'd hurtled over it in leaps and bounds. "I'm only going to say this once, you fucking moron!" She hissed at him. "You've got exactly five minutes to get your shit and get the hell out of my house." Mary began stalking after Marshall, smiling as she caught sight of the look on the man's face as her partner barreled towards him. "We're on our way over and if you are still there when I get home, so help me I will kill you myself." With that final word she flipped her phone shut. Marshall had already reached the car and was all but strangling the man with the camera strap. She tapped on his shoulder and he stopped, his hands gripping the mans shirt forcefully. Seeing the look in Mary's eyes, he let go and took a small step back. Mary held her hand out and the man immediately placed the camera in her hand. "We won't be seeing any more of you will we?" The man shook his head vehemently and sped away as fast as his tiny car would let him.
"Mare?" Marshall called after his partner as she stalked back to the car.
"Just get me to my house Marshall. I have some cleaning to do."