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It took about 2 hours for her to reach the tiny tucked into the side of the mountain resort in which Marshall had taken Abigail for a nice long weekend getaway. She had called various establishments on her drive down the Sandia Mountains and her credentials to get his destination. She grumbled at the thought and shook her head to get whatever mental imagine her subconscious tried to shoot her way.

She finally arrived and sat in her car, she didn't know if she should have the reception desk call him or if she should knock on his door. After a few wasted minutes, she left her vehicle and went around to get the still sleeping toddler. She unfasten the safety straps and pulled the baby into her arms, opening her coat and pulling her inside before pulling the zipper up.

Mary trudged up the hotel walkway and into the warmth of the hotel's lobby. She walked up to the front desk, "Hi, I called a few hours ago. I'm looking for Marshall Mann?"

"I'm sorry Ma'am, we cannot give personal information regarding a guest of our establishment," the hotel clerk was a tall rail thin man with a tiny lip mustache, he was white as snow with dark – full of gel – hair, slicked back away from his face. He looked down his nose at her and gave her a dismissive look.

"Look ASSHOLE, I'm a US Marshal," at this she pulled out her badge and shoved it under his nose, "Now, I called in earlier and someone told me he was here. Look down at your stupid computer monitor and put your fingers on the damn keyboards. Type in Mann – with two n's – and locate Marshall."

The hotel clerk looked chagrined and rapidly put his fingers over the keyboard, typing in Marshall's name and after a minute he looked up and said, "uh…so sorry ma'am, he's in room 309. Third floor…"

She walked away without a second look, she felt Norah shift under the coat and whimper, she shushed her and the child stopped stirring. Mary sighed in relief, the last thing she needed was a cranky baby woken up way too early and then having to drive all the way home with a crying cranky baby.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open on the third floor, she looked at the plaque right across from the elevator doors and followed the arrows pointing towards room 309. She crossed her fingers as she got closer to the door, she prayed and hoped that she didn't interrupt them in a compromising position.

As hard as it was to knock on that door, it took all of 10 minutes to will her knuckles to rap on the door, and she only did it when she was sure she couldn't hear anything going on inside the room.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

There was some shifting, the groan of the bed springs and a muffled, "I don't know" before the door swung open and Marshall stood there looking down in shocked surprised at Mary, dressed in smiley snowflake pajamas.

"Mare? Wh-what are you doing here? How'd you find me?" Marshall looked dumbfounded, looking out into the corridor one way then the other and shook his head, trying to clear it from sleep.

Suddenly the door was torn from his grasp and Abigail stood beside him, seething, "What are you doing here Inspector Shannon? Don't you have better things to do than to bother your boss?"

Mary stepped back a foot at the accusatory questions, "Uh…no, apparently I don't have anything else planned but to come interrupt Marshall. I had some extra time and decided to drive two whole hours just to bother him."

"Mare? What are you doing here?" Marshall asked again knowing that once Mary started ranting it would be hard to bring her down, he held Abigail's arm, preventing her from getting closer to Mary.

"I can't believe this! You truly are a bitch, why can't you leave him the hell alone?! I'm sure he asked you not to call him again," Abigail exploded.

Mary shot Marshall a hurt look, she couldn't believe that he would go and tell his fiancée about what they had spoken about out in the balcony. She looked down into her coat when Norah cried out, "Ssshh bug, give me a sec."

"Did you seriously involve your daughter in this childish little field trip? It would have been best if you had done what you had planned to do at first, given that child up for adoption," the younger woman sneered.

"Enough! Go back to bed Abigail, I'll handle Mary…go!" he pointed to the bed and stepped out into the hallway with Mary and Norah. He had gone from shock to pissed in a matter of seconds, he couldn't believe that Abigail was acting like an immature brat. He had never seen that side of her and it really opened his eyes to see what he was walking into if he married her. If you married her?

"I'm going to ask one last time, what are you doing here? And it better be good," Marshall warned as he held the door ajar, they could hear Abigail's muffled angry outburst.

Mary looked up at him with sad eyes, "I wouldn't have come unless it was a real emergency, I think you know me well enough to know that. At least, I hope you do."

"Well? Is there an emergency? Which witness needs to relocate?" he looked over his shoulder to make sure Abigail hadn't heard the last bit, his expression didn't give away how he really felt, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"It's not a witness Marshall," Mary huffed angrily, "It's your mother."

Marshall stared at Mary and frowned, "What do you mean, it's my mother? What does my mother have to do with you coming here?"

"She's not…I mean…damn it, you should call your brother Andy," she mumbled awkwardly as she turned and started walking towards the elevators. She couldn't recall another more uncomfortable situation she'd been before, but this one topped it off. The last thing she had thought was that Abigail would shoot the messenger before listening to what she had to say.

She heard the hotel room close and she closed her eyes at the mess she had created by trying to come give him some news about his own family. She was halfway down the corridor when a hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

"Andy? You mean my brother Andrew?" Marshall asked with a frown on his face.

Mary stepped back from him and nodded, "Yeah, I guess you gave them my number for emergencies, just in case they weren't able to contact you."

"Yeah, yeah I did, sorry I never mentioned it," he ran his hands through his hair and groaned, "What's wrong with my mom?"

"I think you should call Andy or someone in your family for that information," she started walking towards the elevators but Marshall stopped her again, holding her arm so she wouldn't escape.

"I'm sorry about," he nodded towards the room and shrugged, "and about telling her what we spoke about, I know you don't like people knowing your business, even if I'm part of that business."

"Yeah well, it comes with the territory, I had one of those once upon a time," she nodded in understanding.

"How'd you do it?"

"I didn't, guess why I have this bundle of joy," she nodded down at her daughter, now fully awake.

Marshall nodded, "So, what did my brother tell you about my mother?"

"Marshall, I really think you should call your family," she didn't know how to deliver bad news to people, especially to him about his own family.

"You are my family too, so tell me," he urged.

Mary looked startled up at him before shaking her head, "She's your family now."

"You'll always be my family, now can you please tell me?"

"Marshall, your mom…she uh…she collapsed and is in the ICU, when Andy called a few hours ago she still hadn't regained consciousness. Now can you call your family?" Mary sounded anxious as she looked up at him.

Marshall stared at Mary and then turned running back to his room; she could hear Abigail throwing accusations at him. Mary turned and hurriedly walked to the elevators, she pushed the button and she could still hear the muffling behind the closed door. The door and the elevator doors both opened simultaneously at the same time, Mary jumped into the elevators not turning to see who had left the room.

The doors were sliding close when Abigail jumped into the elevator, causing the doors to slide open again. Mary stared at the other woman with a frown, "What the hell are you doing?"

"You know, I always knew you had a thing for Marshall. No don't worry, I didn't tell him and I won't tell him either. You're so pathetic calling him like an obsessed ex-girlfriend," Abigail had never sounded so nasty or ever said anything that wasn't ladylike. This is one side of Abigail that Mary never thought she'd see.

The doors slid open in the lobby and Abigail walked past her and towards the hotel doors, "You're an idiot! I didn't come here for my own personal reasons, you really don't deserve to know, but I came because his mother got sick and his family couldn't locate him."

Abigail stopped with a hand on the front door handle; she slowly turned around and dropped her suitcase. She ran towards the elevators, tears running down her eyes, the elevator doors slid open again and she pushed a button turning to look at Mary across the lobby and mouthed, I'm so sorry.

TBC...Well she found him and Abigail did not make it easy on her. She's definitely his family too! Is Abigail really sorry? Will it too little too late? Will Marshall forgive her for the way she treated Mary?