The week was flying by fast. Mary spent her days checking witnesses and trying to put pieces together for Kelsey's arrest. She would return to the safe house and stay with Marshall. Marshall was still sore but moving around a lot more and sleeping less. He was antsy to do something. Mary began to bring her paperwork to the house so he could fill them out. Stan knew what she was up to since he saw her grab his laptop. He didn't say anything and Marshall was at least content for the time being. They had charged Kelsey because of the circumstantial evidence. It had now been five days and nothing had happened to Marshall. He was being allowed to go home tomorrow and on Monday he could return to desk duty. Mary knew he was excited.

Mary had left in the morning to take care of a witness and was on her way back to take Marshall home. The security detail was packing up when she arrived. Marshall was already on his way to her car with suitcase in tow before she had a chance to turn it off. She couldn't help but laugh.

Marshall folded himself into her car. It was a little trickier than normal with his ribs still being sore. He watched as she grimaced when he did. He was too excited to care. Mary would take him to the office he was sure of it and then he could convince Stan to let him stay. After all it was only paperwork. When Mary took off and missed the turn towards the office he felt the need to point it out. "Mare you missed the turn."

She looked at him quizzically and then reached a hand out to check his forehead. No temperature. "Did you hit your head? Your home is this way."

"No, you're kidding me right. Of course my house is this way but the office is that way." He pointed where he wanted her to turn.

"I know you would like to go to work but I have been told in no uncertain terms that I am to take you home. Plus the added warning for you that if you even attempt to show up he will have you removed from the premises, escorted home, and guarded to make sure you stay there." Mary repeated what Stan had told her before she left. "Apparently he doesn't trust me to take you home without a threat." Mary hated the disappointed look on his face but she had to agree with Stan. He had been through a lot. "It's only four more days Marshall."

The silence was deafening to her. Marshall hadn't said anything the rest of the way to his house. She cast glances his way to see that he was staring out the window. He didn't invite her in when they arrived but she followed anyways. Mary walked back towards his room when he didn't come back out. "We replaced the mattress she sliced up and changed everything out."

"Thanks." He spoke quietly knowing was more Eleanor and Stan since she had been with him.

"I have to get going. Call me if you need anything. I'll stop by after work with some pizza."

"Mare, thanks but you haven't been home in a week. I'm sure your family wants to see you." She snorted so he added. "I just want to be alone for awhile."

"Fine!" she snapped at him and left.

Stan heard the elevator and came out to see how it went. When she glared at him he knew it didn't go over well. "I hope you are happy with yourself." She growled.

"What happened?" Stan figured he wouldn't be happy but apparently that wasn't it.

"He would have been fine if you would have let him come in even for a half hour. He hasn't said much to me and basically told me to stay away. He wants to be alone." Mary knew it wasn't Stan's fault either but she needed to vent and Marshall wasn't here for the abuse.

Stan sighed. "He'll feel guilty soon enough and call before the day is out. Face facts he doesn't stay angry for long." Mary nodded and hoped he was right. She knew he could stay mad for days if he so choose to.

By lunch time Marshall was feeling guilty. He finally gave in and called. Mary's cell went off. Looking at the id she smiled. "Well hello crabby."

Marshall smirked at that. At least she wasn't mad at him. "So do you still want to stop for supper? I can treat for some Pizza."

"Damn right you will treat." She mocked.

"Can you invite Stan and Eleanor? I can thank them for cleaning up and don't bother telling me you did it I know better."

"You wound me. Hang on a minute." She called out and the two agreed.

Marshall heard her call out to Stan and Eleanor and then he heard the key in the front door. He smiled. They had to all be here since he could here Stan and Eleanor in the background agreeing. He began walking down the hallway to meet them. Mary popped on. "Why didn't you just tell me that you were here?"

"What are you talking about Doofus?" Mary was getting a bad feeling.

"Gee the key in the lock is kind of a huge clue Mare. You are the only person besides me that has a key." He laughed at her. Nice try.

"Marshall please tell me you have your gun." Mary commanded and Stan looked up as she told Eleanor to send the police to his house. Stan grabbed his keys and they both headed towards the elevator. Mary switched the phone to speaker so Stan could hear. They ran towards the SUV and Mary punched it out of the parking structure. Stan had Bobby on the line and was relaying what they knew and could hear.

Marshall heard the get the gun but it was already too late. The woman entered and came screaming at him with a knife. His eyes wide with surprise when he saw who it was. He managed to snap a photo of her and then dropped the phone as he deflected the knife from stabbing him.

Stan and Mary heard the scream and then the sounds of them scuffling. There was some crashing and grunting from whatever was happening in the struggle. Marshall had just about pinned her hand with the knife when she kicked him in the ribs. The pain was intense and he lost his grip briefly. She moved up and attempted to slash him again but he managed to deflect it some. She gashed his arm with it. Marshall kicked out and hit her in the chest causing her to fall back. He moved to get some distance so that he could get to his room and gun. She lurched forward and grabbed him by his ankle. Marshall stumbled forward. Turning over he looked back and saw her reach into her pocket and grab out a syringe. He kicked it from her hand and sent it flying across the room. Enraged she grabbed a metal photo frame and smashed him in the back of the head. Marshall fell to the ground unconscious.

She managed to get him into the car and screech out of the driveway. She didn't see the SUV coming at the other end of the road but could hear sirens heading in their direction. She didn't stop for the stop sign.

Mary saw the truck that skipped the stop sign. Stan had seen it to. Mary slowed down for Stan to get out and she floored it after the truck. She shut her phone off so Stan could let her know if Marshall was in the house or not. Stan ran into the house. He searched room by room and then let Mary know he wasn't there. Mary gave him the direction that they were heading. So far she hadn't been able to get close enough to get the license plate. Mary pushed the accelerator to the floor to gain some ground. They were headed towards the train tacks. She saw the lights for the trains begin to flash and the gates closing. The truck accelerated and Mary saw the location of the train. "Stop the truck. Stop the truck." Mary pleaded as she slammed her breaks knowing she would never make it. The truck continued forward and Mary screamed Marshall's name and closed her eyes not able to watch him get killed by the train. When she didn't hear the crash she opened her eyes. Relieved they managed to get across without dying; she then cursed the train tracks in this town. They hated her. When the train passed there was no sign of the truck. Mary began to drive in search patterns trying to come up with something. She phoned Stan and let him know what happened.

Not finding anything she returned to the house. They had a B.O.L.O. out for the truck. Mary flew into the house. "What do you have Stan?"

Stan pulled her to the side. "We are still looking for his phone. I heard the sound of the camera and am hoping that he took a photo. There is some blood on the floor but not enough to worry about him bleeding out if it is his." He was about to continue when they heard someone yell out. "Found the phone."

Bobby grabbed it from them and they went into the pictures. The last picture was of the woman with a knife coming at Marshall. Mary looked at the picture. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Stan "Mary that's"

Before he could finish the statement she was heading towards the SUV. "Where are we headed?" Stan asked.

"We're going to my house. Someone has a lot of explaining to do." Mary fumed.

Mary stormed into the house with Stan and tow. "Brandi! Brandi! Get in here now!"

Brandi came in the room. "What is the matter with you?"

"What do you know about Lauren?" Mary demanded just as Jinx entered the house.

"Mary, don't be so harsh with your sister. We told you that she was my cousin's friend's daughter. What is all the fuss about? She is gone and we will probably never see her again." Brandi nodded.

"The big fuss is she has tried to kill Marshall twice and has kidnapped him. I need to know everything that you know." The two looked guiltily back and forth. "Now! We don't have time to screw around!"

Brandi spoke up. "Her name is Lauren Hefferman and according to her she is our half sister." Stan dialed Bobby and gave him the name. Then he dialed Eleanor and had her running the financials and any other information that he could find on her.

Mary felt the rage boiling through her veins. "Why the hell didn't you say something? I could have run a check and make sure it was safe."

"Mary, darling we didn't want you to have to report the information. We hoped we could get information on your father from her."

"That's great and because you put your needs first Marshall is paying the price. If anything happens to him, I will never forgive you."

"Mary you are over reacting." Jinx tried to reach out but Mary pulled her arm away.

"I'm overreacting? He has been plowed into by a truck driven by her, she has sliced his vehicle and items in his house, she tried to overdose him, and has now kidnapped him and we know he is injured. She damn near got them smashed by a train. Never mind. I have to go." Mary ignored Brandi's tears and her mother's shocked expression. At the moment she didn't have it in her to care.

Marshall began to come to. His head was throbbing and his vision was still somewhat blurry. He saw blonde hair or at least that is what he thought it was. "Mare is that you?" He heard don't call me that name before something hit him and he slipped into oblivion.

Stan and Mary were headed back to the office to see what was uncovered or to help dig through information. They needed that location and they needed it now. Stan's phone went off as they were a couple blocks away. He listened and then hung up. "Turn around. They found the hotel that she was registered at. "

Bobby D met them outside the hotel and they all went to the room. The manger gave them a key. On the count of three they all entered weapons drawn. The room did not contain Marshall or Lauren. Bobby D whistled when he saw the wall. There were a ton of photos of Marshall since he returned from the trip. There were also some of the two partners and Mary's face was cut out, sliced, or marked with evil. "Is she obsessed with Marshall or you?" It was hard to tell from the photos. They began to go over the other papers in the room. There was a list of names of people from Mary and Marshall's life each of the names had a description next to it. Stan called her over to see it.

Mary read the scribbling on the paper. Most were negative comments about the people in her life but next to Marshall it had the words untouched, friend, more, not taken, and pure. It was followed with a star. "What the hell does that mean?" Mary asked frustrated. The friend part she got. Stan's phone went off again and Eleanor had found that she had rented a truck from a car agency. The description matched the one Mary was chasing.

The next time Marshall came to his vision was less blurry and he began to take notice of his surroundings. His hands were tied to the decorative wood piece of a metal bed frame. It would take awhile to get it untied but he could try to loosen the bonds. Looking more carefully he thought he might be able to pull the piece free. Yanking his hands forward he felt it give a little. He started to pull more. It would take a little bit of time but he could definitely do this. As he was working the piece loose he could hear footsteps coming up stairs. Playing possum he closed his eyes and pretended to still be out.

Lauren was disappointed to see him sleeping. She probably shouldn't have punched him so hard. He deserved it for calling her the other name. Walking over to Marshall she gently stroked his cheek and then leaned over and brushed her lips across his. "Soon you will be mine." She whispered and then left the room.

The second he heard the footsteps grow quieter he began to struggle against the wood piece. He had no intention of the soon or being hers. He hoped they found the cell phone and her photo and could track her. He had a feeling that things would get ugly if he didn't get out of her. Lauren seemed to be going between two phases with him. If she wasn't trying to make him hers, she wanted to kill him. Neither option was acceptable to him.

Mary and Stan went straight to the counter at the car rental facility and flashed their badges. The person working the counter directed them to the office where the Manager was getting all the information from them. He gave them the rental information, driver's license and the GPS information for them to call in. Stan called and was able to get the location of the truck. He called Dershowitz and let him know where they were headed. Bobby and the police would meet them there.

Marshall had been making considerable progress on the headboard piece. He could tell it was about to give. His wrists were going to have rope burns on them. He was yanking harder and it finally gave. He was about to sit up when he heard the footsteps coming back up the stairs. He doubted she would believe he was still out.

Lauren stood by the bedroom door. She smiled widely at him like she hadn't done anything wrong. It irked him but he put on a neutral façade. No need to bring out the anger. She raked her eyes over his body. "Marshall Mann your last name is appropriate. I don't know why my half sister never realized it. Her loss is my gain."

Marshall couldn't help but think how cheesy that first comment had been and gross. "Do I know your half sister?" Information would be good. At the moment he was confused. "You seem to have me at an unfair advantage."

She smiled at that and licked her lips. "Not yet but in a few minutes. Mary."

"Mary, what?" Marshall didn't know what she had to do with this.

"She is my half sister. Dear sweet precious Mary. Daddy always compared us to her. Mary always gets everything first. It wasn't our fault he left her. He tried to turn me into her but I was never enough. She came first and got everything I should have had."

"Why take me?" Marshall asked.

"You are the one thing she hasn't had. I get you first. It is really her fault. I did everything he asked me to do. Even brought them that letter and placed the bug so he could hear more about her. It was never enough. I never got first dibs." She hissed in anger.

"So this is about sibling rivalry? It's a very common thing as children try to find their place in the family." He stopped when she shrieked before he could continue.

"Sibling rivalry! What do you know about it?" Lauren hissed.

Marshall almost smiled. She did ask. "It is a term that was introduced by David Levy in 1941. It has been around for ages. Examples of it have been printed in various forms of written works. The Bible tells us about it in the story of Cain and Able. Shakespeare wrote of it in "

"Shut up!" Lauren yelled at him. She began pacing erratically around the room until she dead stopped smiled at him and began to approach the bed. "It's time to make you mine." She traced her fingers along the buttons of his shirt.

"I don't know about you but I usually prefer dinner and a movie, conversation, and getting to know someone before getting to the make you mine part." He deadpanned.

Lauren gave him a dirty look and leaned over to capture his lips with hers. She was concentrating on the task at hand so much that she didn't notice his arms swing down until she was being flung to the side. Grabbing a vase that was sitting on a table in the room he smacked it over her head. Knowing with his hands tied up he didn't have a good way to be able to restrain her, he decided to flip her over and check her pockets for keys to a vehicle. She had to have used one to get here. Not finding it on her he silently cursed and began his search for the keys and a weapon if he could find one. He had checked the upstairs rooms quickly but effectively. Not finding them there he began to descend the stairs when he was suddenly knocked down from behind and went tumbling down the stairs.

Marshall was winded by the time he hit the bottom of the stairs and his ribs were killing him. He had a feeling they would be a lot more than bruised by the time he got out of here. He looked up to see where Lauren was and she was at the bottom steps and looked to be unconscious. There was a living room to his right and he began again to explore for keys. He was rewarded with a purse sitting on the couch. He grabbed the purse, opened it and flipped the contents out. The keys fell out. Now he had to find the vehicle. Lauren still hadn't moved so he headed outside. There were no vehicles in the driveway but there was a garage further back.

Marshall went in the side door that was open and was rewarded with the truck. He pushed the button on the key to open the door and was about to check out the tool bench for something to cut the rope off of his hands. It would make driving a pain. He could do it but it wouldn't allow him to maneuver as quickly. Just as he was about to check it he heard the slamming of a screen door. Hopping into the truck he jammed the key in and started it. Switching it to reverse he punched the accelerator and went slamming out of the garage door sending wood splinters flying in all directions. Lauren had to dive to the side to avoid being hit.

Stan and Mary were flying down the road. It was one of the few times he wouldn't yell at Mary about her speed. Eleanor was keeping track of any movements of the truck. They were nearing the driveway if the mailbox was an indicator when Eleanor called and told them the truck was moving. Stan lowered the window to see if he could hear the vehicle when the sound of cracking wood was heard. Stan grabbed the binoculars from the backseat and tried to see what was going on in the driveway. Stan dialed Bobby to let him know and then before he hung up he noticed Lauren with her arms straight in front of her and pointing at the truck. Mary and Stan both jumped when the sounds of a gun being fired filled the air.