Mary strode into the office relaxed after seeing Marshall's truck in the parking lot. Her night had been fitful and she still had that weird feeling but couldn't place it yet.

"Hey Doofus." Mary stated before sitting down at her desk.

Dante was concentrating on getting into Marshall's computer and working on the report that was due; he never heard Mary talking to him and about jumped out of his skin when she put both hands on his desk.

"Morning." He greeted.

"Are you alright?" Mary asked concerned.

"Sorry, just thinking." Dante replied

"Well try not to do too much of that; you can do some damage to that over populated brain of yours." Mary went back to her desk.

Stan came in and looked at the two of them. "Make sure I have those reports in before you leave today."

Dante nodded and Mary looked towards him as Stan went into the office. "How soon are you going to have our reports done?"

Dante stared at her in disbelief. "Mine will be done by the end of the day; you can do your own damn report." He snapped Marshall never mentioned doing her report.

Eleanor's head shot up in surprise at Marshall's tone and refusal to do Mary's paperwork.

"What the hell's your problem?" Mary questioned stunned.

There was no way Dante was doing her paperwork for her; he wasn't even sure how to do it the way Marshall would. She was going to need to change her ways; he wasn't a pushover like Marshall and didn't need the extra worries. "Call it a revelation but it's high time you did your own paperwork." Dante stated firmly.

Stan who had come out of his office for coffee almost dropped the mug on the floor at Marshall's statement. This wouldn't end well if Marshall didn't lose the sudden attitude; something had to have happened after they left the office last night.

"So what you had an epiphany last night? Today is the day to push Mary's buttons to see how long before I'd hurt you?" Mary hissed at him.

"More like a why don't you pull your own weight so I don't get stuck with all the paperwork?" Dante stated back.

Eleanor gasped at the comment; as Mary stood up to do some damage to Marshall. Stan quickly intervened.

"Mary, go check on your witnesses." He saw her hesitate. "Go now." He stated in an authoritative voice.

Stan turned towards Marshall next. "You go home. I don't know what has gotten into you today but it better be gone by tomorrow. Finish your report from home I still expect it in today."

Dante gathered up what he needed including the laptop and headed out of the office. He managed to stop himself from grumbling about the unfairness of it all. Then a thought popped into his head. Baby brother can type up his own report. Not saying a word to Stan or Eleanor he strode to the elevator and out to the truck.

Stan and Eleanor both watched Marshall leave before Eleanor commented. "What was that about? I don't think I've ever heard him speak to Mary like that before. Last time he was mad at her he didn't say much at all to her, refused to fill out the form but gave her the form at least."

"I don't know but I know that I don't like it." Stan told Eleanor before grabbing his cell phone to call Mary.

"Shannon."

"Do you want to fill me in on what's going on with your partner?" Stan questioned.

"I don't know; he was fine last night when we left and this morning it's all attitude." Mary didn't know if she should be furious or concerned. Having a few minutes to cool off concern was taking over.

"Did he get hurt at all yesterday?" Stan wondered if something triggered it.

"No, we got bounced around some but there were no injuries. He was tired but he's never been this grumpy before." Mary retorted.

"Alright; if he's still like this tomorrow we can talk to him." Stan stated baffled.

"I'll do more than talk." Mary grumbled under her breath.

Dante drove to the outskirts of town entering the abandoned manufacturing building that he left Marshall in. Quickly checking around he grabbed the laptop and headed into the building prepared to let Marshall type up his report. It would give him and idea on how to do the next one.

"Good morning baby brother." Dante greeted Marshall. "Don't look so surprised to see me; that damn partner of yours is infuriating and you should've had the balls to set her straight years ago."

"What'd you do?" Marshall questioned worriedly.

"Told her to do her own damn paperwork for a change and if she bothered to pull her own weight at work it wouldn't be necessary for me to do so much." Dante smiled smugly.

Marshall kept his smile hidden because Dante probably raised all sorts of red flags with that. "Are you pulling your weight by coming here?"

"The boss didn't like my attitude; you need to fill out your report and give it to him." Dante informed.

"That would be kind of hard with handcuffs on." Marshall shook the cuffs around the pipes to illustrate his point.

"I can work something out; don't do anything stupid. Hurting you would be such a shame." Dante laughed menacingly.

"I'm sure it would break your heart." Marshall couldn't help the sarcasm.

Dante set up the laptop and then removed the handcuffs from around the pipes. Marshall waited until his hands were lowered before jamming his body weight into Dante shoving him off balance. Dante reached out and missed Marshall's arm so he swung his leg out and managed to trip him. Marshall fell to the ground but quickly managed to roll over and kick Dante in the stomach sending him backwards. Marshall scurried over towards Dante who managed to stop himself from falling over and lunged at Marshall sending the two of them crashing to the floor. Rolling around throwing punches they both struggled to dominate the fight; Marshall started to get the upper hand just as Dante noticed they had moved near a protruding metal pipe and if he could hit Marshall just right he'd be able to send him into it. Marshall swung and went to grab Dante's left arm when Dante managed to get the opportunity he'd been looking for and slammed Marshall to his left side and into the pipe rendering him unconscious.

"Not bad baby brother." Dante smirked before dragging Marshall to the chair and cuffing his legs to the chair legs and his hands together.