"Marshall?" The only thing Stan heard was the sound of windows breaking and metal against metal and then the phone went dead. Stan felt the color drain from his face. He screamed out to Eleanor to call an ambulance. He told her the approximate location and then he headed for his car.

She had followed them to the car rental place. She was thrilled when Mary left him alone. Her original plan was to get him when the truck had been stopped but the person showed up. When they couldn't fix it and he got into the man's car she headed back to the car rental. Once she saw the truck he had followed him till she could branch off and ram the truck full speed at the intersection near the office. She had stolen a Hummer knowing it would do the trick. Her plan worked she was flying at the truck and could see him on the phone. She knew he couldn't see in because of the sun. The metal hitting metal had sounded beautiful. She left the Hummer and ran down the side streets before people could see her.

Stan noticed that the police were already there when he arrived. He flashed them his badge and told him that it was one of his inspectors. They let him into the area but kept him away from the truck because they were working on getting him out of it. Stan asked what the witnesses had stated so far. They relayed the Hummer drove straight into the car. It never slowed down and the person left and no one had been able to get a good enough look at them to give them a description. Stan told them they needed to inform Bobby Dershowitz as it is part of an ongoing investigation of his. The officer nodded and called it in. Stan went towards where the paramedics were waiting. He asked them where they were going to be transporting him to. Stan watched them as they finally got him out of the truck and onto the stretcher. He could see he was unconscious and was bleeding from at least a cut near his head. Stan quickly leaned over and whispered to Marshall that he was here and Mary and he would be waiting for him at the hospital. Bobby arrived just as the ambulance was leaving. Stan gave him a quick overview about what happened and what he had heard from his end of the phone. Bobby would talk to them at the hospital. He knew Stan wanted to leave.

Mary had stopped at her house on the way from Kelsey's. She needed to get some clothing for tomorrow. She entered to find Raph home. "What are you doing back already?"

Raph came closer and looked at her. "I missed you." He smiled brightly at her and moved in hoping to convince Mary to make up for the lost quality time between the two. Mary shook her head no and moved away from him.

"I don't have time for that. I just stopped to get some more clothes and then I have to get back to work." She moved away and headed to grab some of her things. Raph followed her and grabbed her and pulled her close. She shoved him away. "I said no and I mean no. I don't have time."

"When will you be back?" Raph was getting frustrated.

"I'll be back tomorrow for more clothes if nothing changes" She would have taken more clothes but Marshall might get upset at the idea of her staying all the time. HE was touchy about all of this and she needed to push in small increments.

Raph rolled his eyes. "This isn't going to work when we are married. You can not go out whenever and not be able to tell me when you are coming back. It has to change."

Mary looked at him like he had grown a second head. "I did tell you I would be back tomorrow but I can't tell you how long that I need to be gone because I don't know. Nothing is going to change. This is my job and it is what I do." She stated and was going to continue when her cell went off.

Stan grabbed his cell and dialed Mary right away. "What did he do now?" She asked teasingly.

"Mary you need to get to the hospital. Marshall was hit by a Hummer and they are taking him to Presbyterian Hospital." Stan informed

Mary felt the color drain from her face. "How bad is he?" Stan didn't know but told her about the cutting him out of the car. "I'm on my way."

Mary moved to the door and Raph stopped her. "We need to finish this conversation."

Mary yanked her wrist from him. "We are not finishing this now. I have to go now."

"I'm assuming the he is Marshall and because he needs you so off you run to him." Raph stated.

"Marshall was in an accident and had to be cut out of the car. Damn straight I'm going to go. What is your problem? He stayed at the hospital when I was shot." Mary reminded.

"My problem is it is always about him. He comes first." Raph wanted her to deny it. "You hung up on me to wait for a call from him. What should I think Mary?"

"Whatever. I don't have time for this." She slammed the door and headed to the hospital.

Mary rushed into the hospital to find Stan sitting in the waiting room. "Anything yet?" Stan shook his head and filled her in on what happened and what they knew. They took turns getting coffee when finally the doctor came into the waiting room. He walked over to them. Stan introduced Mary to the doctor.

"Your inspector is lucky. We didn't find any internal bleeding. His ribs are bruised and he has a slight concussion. The car trapped his leg but didn't break or crush it. He has several lacerations on his leg and his face from the glass shattering on him. He sprained his wrist and will be extremely sore for the first few days at least. We will keep him over night for observation. We want to make sure nothing more severe comes from the bruised ribs and keep an eye on the concussion. He should be moved to his room within the next twenty minutes. A nurse will take you to him. Do you have any questions?"

Stan and Mary both shook their heads no. "We will need a list of people that will need to go in and out of his room and they will need to have identification on them at all times. No one that isn't on the list will be allowed in." The doctor nodded his understanding and promised to get them the list.

Stan went to call Dershowitz and let Mary go see Marshall before he joined them. She entered as quietly as possible and moved to the side with his good arm. Taking his hand in hers she held it. "I'm here Marshall." She whispered softly. Her eyes swept over his body, taking in all the injuries. Stan joined her and sat next to her. The detail was already guarding the door.

A couple hours had passed and Marshall finally began to stir. Mary watched as his eyes struggled to open. He finally focused on her and Stan. "Hey." His voice was hoarse. Stan got up and poured his some water. Handing the cup to Mary she let him have a sip.

"What happened?" Marshall knew he was in the hospital but wasn't sure why.

"What do you remember?" Stan asked. Marshall started to recall the events that led to it and then remembered the accident.

"Is the other driver okay?"

"Not if we are lucky." Mary replied. "It wasn't an accident Marshall. They were coming after you."

"Was anyone able to identify them?" Marshall asked hopefully.

Mary shook her head no. Watching as his energy began to drain out. "Why don't you get some more rest and we can talk about it later." Stan agreed and told him to get some rest. Marshall slipped back to sleep.

Mary had stayed with him all night. She had fallen asleep with her head next to his hand. She would wake when he would as he seemed to sleep restlessly. The pain medication had been wearing off and Mary got a nurse after he woke up with his face unable to hide the pain he was feeling.

Mary woke up and noticed the sun shining in through the blinds. She looked up and was greeted by a wide awake Marshall. "How do you feel?"

"Like I got hit by a truck." Marshall smirked.

"That isn't funny Doofus." Mary said firmly.

"When can I get out of here?" Marshall had never been a fan of hospitals and after her shooting he didn't like being in them at all.

"They said overnight and they would let us know. Stan is getting a safe house for you. He doesn't want you at the hotel. There will be guards inside and outside plus me." She smiled at him. When he didn't smile back she became concerned. "What's wrong?" Stan walked in and Marshall greeted him back. Mary glared at him. "Answer my question." Stan almost cringed. He walked in on something.

Marshall took a calm deep breath before answering. "I don't want you at the safe house. "

Mary heard the determination in his voice and got mad. "Why not?" She yelled jumping to her feet.

"I would rather have you working the case with Bobby. You will just get anxious and want to be included in everything going on anyways. Sitting around watching me attempt to move around like anything less than an old person isn't going to make you happy. Someone needs to look after our witnesses and if I can't do it than I would rather have you do it." He shrugged.

Mary understood what he was saying but there was also something he wasn't telling her. "What is the other reason?" He looked away but she put her hand on his face and made him look at her.

She wasn't going to like this answer and he knew it. "Fine, your family and you have through enough in the last year. I don't want you getting hurt because of me. If you stay they may decide to go after you next."

Mary also figured what he wasn't still saying. It was how she felt after he had been shot. I would rather die than watch you die. "Marshall it is what partners do. We cover each others backs. We all know the dangers. If I agree to this it will only be for the first set of reasons and not this idiotic reason. For a smart man you can be very daft. The other condition to agreeing to this is if there are any other attempts made on you then you are going to suck it up and deal with me 24/7 until we get this person. Is that understood?"

Stan knew the only reason Mary would consider listening was that she didn't want to aggravate Marshall anymore and have him do something that would cause himself more injuries. He let the two of them work it out instead of interfering. He knew they could find something agreeable to deal with. "Marshall I talked to your doctor and they are keeping you one more night. They had some concerns with the amount of pain you had last night and want to make certain you are not having any complications due to the bruised ribs. They are going to do some x-rays later." Stan then turned to Mary. "Why don't you go home and shower and change into fresh clothes. You can come back after you are done."

Marshall piped in. "Get some sleep while you are at it. Those chairs are not that comfortable." She stuck her tongue out at him but got up and left.

Stan looked at Marshall and shook his head. "You go back to sleep too." He stated firmly. Stan then made himself comfortable. He would head back to the office as soon as Mary arrived. He knew at some point Marshall would tell her to go to work and she would arrive at the office