A/N: I do not own In Plain Sight and this is strictly for non-profit entertainment value. Thank you for all reviews and alerts.

Moving An Unmovable Object

When Mary woke up the room was dark, with the exception of a dim light emanating from the hallway. She looked over to see Marshall, sound asleep in a chair beside her bed. She just watched him, the regret clearly showing on her face. Marshall started to stir and she quickly pulled herself together.

"Hey..." He smiled groggy. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long." She looked at him briefly, before looking away. "You should go get some real sleep, in a real bed."

"Nope. I'm good." He smiled at her, even thought she wasn't looking at him.

Mary closed her eyes and took a painful breath. "You and Stan should head back to Albuquerque."

Marshall instantly knew something was wrong. "Mare, I am not leaving you here."

"Yes, you are." Mary felt an ache in her chest, trying to get the words out. "Be serious, you have witnesses that need protecting and Stan has a department to run. I don't need a babysitter." She could feel his eye boring into her. "Trust me from a female perspective, a new girlfriend will not like you gone this long, especially for me." She leaned her head back on the pillow. Her eyes closed again and winced at the growing pain her chest.

Marshall pulled his chair closer to the bed and grabbed her hand, causing her to open her eyes to look at him. "Again, I say no. I am not leaving without you." He could feel her tense. "Do you really want me to leave?"

She closed her eyes. "I want you to be happy and I don't want to screw that up for you."

His heart soared at her words. "The only way you can screw up my happiness, is to push me away." Mary opened her eyes and looked at him as if he was insane, trying to ignore the pain she was feeling. "You don't remember...but we talked about this a bit after the crash." Her brow furrowed, as she tried to think of what the hell they could have said to each other. "You matter. Never say you don't." His words triggered a brief flash of something, but it slipped away as fast as it appeared. "What you saw was one of two dates. I am not with anyone."

"Why?" The question left her before she could stop it.

"Because...she wasn't you." He smiled at her wide eyes.

"Seriously? Marshall...I am no prize or someone who should be held as a standard. I am damaged, to say the least." Mary sat up a bit forgetting her injuries while replying and her eyes slammed shut at the pain that shot through her body.

"Jesus...Mare...easy." Marshall was standing up now, at a loss of how to help without hurting her more. "Stay still."

She kept her eyes shut tight, as she tried to get her body to relax back into the bed and the pain lessened as her movement ceased. "Crap..." She cursed under her breath, opening her eyes to see Marshall standing over her. She knew her eyes were full of tears, threatening to spill over.

"I think more pain medication, would be a good idea." Marshall was hoping she would agree, but had a bad feeling she wouldn't.

"No." Mary took a minute, catching her breath and calming herself. "I don't like the feeling from it."

Marshall sat back down in his chair and watched her body slowly relax. "Mare, you are a wreck. You don't have to worry about how it feels, just stop being a masochist and let me get a nurse."

She looked at him clearly angry. "I am not a masochist. I just don't want to be forced into sleep." She sighed. "If it doesn't ease up or gets worse, I will call for the nurse."

"Fine." He wasn't happy, but at least she agreed if it was worse she would take something. "Back to your earlier comment. I don't need you to tell me, who or what you are. I have been your partner for how many years now? I know who Mary Shannon is and I..." He looked into her eyes, seeing fear and curiosity. "I love you. You because of who you are, not in spit of it...I know what I am getting myself into."

She stared at him. Shock was the prominent feeling, but it was being slowly overcome by a warm ache. She was speechless. "You..."

"Love you." He smiled at her, preparing for her to reject everything he just said. "I have for awhile."

She cocked her head, staring at him with a stunned awe. Her chest tightened and pain shot through her. The monitors started to go haywire.

"Mare?" He stood up and ran out to get help. Mary's doctor and two nurses almost collided with Marshall as they plowed into her room. Her eyes were closed. "What is happening?"

"Call the OR, we need to take her down NOW." The doctor yelled and one of the nurses ran out of the room.

"What happened?" Marshall was frantic at this point and the doctor turned to look at him for second as they started to pull the equipment and wires to wheel her out.

"I believe she threw a clot. I need to get her to an OR to try and remove it." The doctor and nurse started to roll her out.

"PE?" Marshall's voice was broken.

The doctor nodded. "I will update you as soon as I can." They sped out of the room and were gone.

Marshall backed into the wall in her room, sliding down to the floor, his heart breaking knowing that he very well could lose her. He pulled out his phone and dialed Stan. "Stan...there was a complication...she is back in surgery...yeah." Marshall hung up. He didn't want to go into details. All of his reading and knowledge of absurd facts, he knew exactly what was happening. In this moment, he wished he didn't.

Stan arrived fifteen minutes after hanging up with Marshall. He walked into Mary's room and saw Marshall still on the floor, leaned up against the wall. "Marshall, what happened?"

"PE." His voice strained. "The doctor thinks she threw a clot, a common risk with the injuries she sustained. The clot causes a pulmonary embolism which can be fatal if not detected quickly. Risk is higher dependent upon the severity of the damage from injury."

Stan at times, wished Marshall wasn't as knowledgeable as he was. This was one of those times. "They caught it quickly...she will be fine." Stan wasn't sure he believed his words. How much could her body take. Marshall was thinking the exact same thing.

A/N: Yes I am evil...you didn't honestly think I would make it that easy did you ;)