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Note: The line "Why does trouble follow you around?" is from Veronica Mars.
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What should happen to Mary? Should she get together with Marshall? Should Brandi go to jail? Should Mary kick her and Jinx out of the house?
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Pairing: Most likely Mary/Marshall, Brandi/Raphael (Chico)…but I haven't made a definitive decision yet. I'm starting to like Detective O'Conner…but that could be because he's so good looking! I hope they bring him back in season two and on Brothers and Sisters!
Tough Guy
You're not a character in a Hammett novel, Mary. You have the skills, but not the means to beat five guys on your own. God, I wish that Marshall were here. He would bore them to death with his knowledge of marketing statistics. Unfortunately, I was the one to promote him to Brandi surveillance.
"Oh sweetheart…" calls one of the greasy, gruff looking scumbags that drugged me and dragged me off to this place. I can only tell you that it's disgusting and infested with rats. I swear to God, if he calls me sweetheart one more time…
The poor excuse for a man is staggering down the stairs, obviously drunk, and holding a bottle of beer. I'm ready for him. I've been stretching despite that they've handcuffed me to a well-placed pole. I tell Chuck to shut up if he knows what's good for him. Oh, and I tell him that he is never to see my sister again (if he knows what's good for him).
The scumbag is swaggering towards me, leering. God, that pisses me off.
"Oh baby. You look so hot!"
"I'm glad," I tell him sarcastically. "After all, that is the important thing, isn't it?"
He came so close that I could smell his beer breath. Thinking of Marshall was the only thing I could do so that I wouldn't puke. He presses himself against me. I can feel his erection, and I feel dirty.
"You like that?" he hisses.
"Yeah, baby. You're so sexy!" I say with my "sexy" voice. I really want to puke now.
He kisses my neck and I tense up. I'm really going to need to scrub hard when I get home. His left hand is gripping my right arm, and his right hand is pulling my face closer to his.
"You know," I try again. "It would be sexier if you could…"
"What?" he asks clearly annoyed.
"Well," I whisper. "I'd be more flexible if you could take off my…"
"Your?" he asks eagerly.
I'm surprised he's smart enough to follow what I'm saying.
"My handcuffs…"
His eyes darken. He steps back. "No can do, sweetheart. Now, shut up," he says angrily.
He begins to undo my belt. This is the last straw; nobody undoes my belt but me. I kick him in the balls first.
"That's for being a pervert!" I grunt.
I karate kick him in the head. He falls to the ground with a thud. That brings the other guys running down the stairs, guns blazing. All I could think of was I'm screwed, I'm screwed, I'm screwed.
"Mary?" I hear Marshall yell.
"Watch out!" I scream.
Bullets are flying everywhere. I yell at Chuck to duck, but its too late. He's already lying on the ground, blood pooling around his head, and dripping from his open mouth.
"Where's my drugs?" thunders Spanky.
All of his lackeys have their guns pointed at me.
"I'm not Brandi!" I yell back at him. Where the hell are Stan and Marshall?
"Get down on the ground!" I hear Stan boom (before I see him) as he shoots a warning shot up into the ceiling. I didn't know that Stan had it in him. Marshall is right behind him along with half the swat squad.
As Marshall leads all the bad guys to the squad car, Stan kneels down by Chuck and shakes his head.
"Why does trouble follow you around?"
"Um Stan," I say sarcastically. "If I wanted to be a pole dancer I would be wearing a thong and a pushup bra."
He stands up and unlocks the handcuffs. "Sorry," he says sheepishly.
He gives me a hug.
"Just take me home," I say with exasperation.
I brush Marshall and Stan off as I stumble out of the car. Brandi, Raph, Jinx and Detective O'Connor are all waiting for me. I ignore Brandi as she starts to say something. I walk right past her into the house and get into the shower. The heat of the shower washes away all the grime that I had to deal with. It must have been an hour I am in the shower, but when I get out Detective O'Connor is still waiting for me.
"Mary," he says business-like.
"Do we really have to do this now?" I whine.
Raph is instantly by my side, but I shrug him off. I'm still pissed that he would house my sister without telling me.
"Detective," Stan says, "it can wait until tomorrow."
Stan turns to me. "Mary, go to bed. We'll deal with this tomorrow."
As my head hits the pillow I am dead to the world.