I hope everyone re-read chapter 8. I am going to be finishing things up in the next chapter or two. Enjoy!

Stan rushed around the scene with Bobby D. He couldn't find Mary, only her broken phone. The search for Kerry was given over to another group of marshals. Stan, and his people had someone else to search for now.

It had taken almost thirty minutes to even realize Mary was gone. It was only her broken phone, laying in pieces on the ground, that made Stan worry.

Forty five minutes later and the media was all over the place. Stan did his best to keep out of the way. He saw a black SUV slam to a stop in front of the buildings. Marshall got out of the drivers side and Eleanor jumped out of the other as she yelled at him. His drive to Albuquerque took considerably less time than it should have and it involved more illegal driving maneuvers than Eleanor was comfortable with.

A reporter hurried up to him with her camera man. Marshall slammed the camera into a downwards facing position. He was not in the mood to play nice.

"I do NOT appear on camera. Is that clear?" Marshall used a voice Eleanor had never heard used before. It was down right scary and the reporter quickly nodded.

"Stan!" Marshal shouted angrily. He had no concerns about his injures. He just cared about his partner.

"What. Happened." Marshall demanded.

Stan sighed. Not stupid enough to keep information about Mary from Marshall.

"We can't find Mary. We found tire tracks, blood, and her broken phone. We have no idea where she may be."

Marshall nodded. He paced for a minute before stopping to look at Stan.

"Wait you only found her phone?" He asked.

Stan nodded.

Marshall smiled with a little bit of hope. "Mary has my phone. She called my mom on it this morning."

Eleanor ran off to the trucks to track Marshall's phone. Marshall was on her heels. Once to the truck she opened up the trunk and pulled out one of their computers. She typed Marshall's number into the marshals tracking system and pressed enter. She had three people standing closely behind her, waiting.

They watched as the loading icon spun for what seemed like forever, when in reality only thirty seconds later a green dot popped up on their maps.

"There! I know that area. Lots of warehouses and factories. Let's go." Marshall exclaimed. All they had to do was get in and out without being killed in the process.

Stan stepped up. "Marshall you aren't going anywhere except back to a hospital. You're not fit for duty. Your likely to get yourself killed in the state you're in now."

Marshall looked angry. He paced a few steps before running his hand over his face and turning to Stan.

"Please Stan, I have to go. I have to make sure she's alright. Please," Marshall begged.

Stan and Marshall just stares at each other. Waiting for the other to blink.

"Alright fine. But you wear a vest and stay back until the all clear is given. Understand?" Stan gave in, but not without setting some ground rules.

Marshall nodded his head and jumped in the passengers seat, knowing he would lose the battle to drive.


Mary sat in her concrete prison. The room was dull, humid, and hot. The walls were made of grey cinderblocks and the rest f the room was empty, save for a table.

From her place on the floor she couldn't see what was on the table. She was chained too a cement pillar on the floor. Her hands were chained behind her back, one leg crossed in front of her and the other out stretched.

She tried to move around to see but the chains on her broken wrist were making that almost impossible.

The last few hours were spent being interrogated. The men holding her wanted to know where Kerry was. They didn't believe her when Mary said she didn't know.

The door opened and two men walked in. Mary stood up, ignoring the pain searing through her body.

"Are you ready to talk?" the Short man asked. She had nicknamed him Don, he had slicked back black hair and was smoking a cigar. Don never laid a hand on her. That was left to the taller man who she referred to as Krueger. Half of the mans face was horribly scarred, like he had been burned.

Mary didnt answer him, she just looked at him. Krueger lunged and landed a strong blow to the right side of her face. She held her head down and took a breath. She spit blood from her mouth and grinned a wry, sardonic, red smile at Krueger.

"That the best you got? Why dont you let me out of these shackles and I'll give you a few pointers." Krueger laughed and hit her again. This time his fist knocked the air right out of her lungs.

When she could breathe again she chuckled, if she didnt she was afraid she would cry. Finding humor or cynicism in everything was her way of dealing with stress and fear.

**THUD**

All three of them looked up at the ceiling above them. Mary watched as Don and Krueger looked at each other, confused.

"Go check that out." Don ordered.

It wasnt fifteen seconds after Krueger went up before Mary recognized two voices. A voice and a gunshot.

A faint voice wafted down stairs. "U.S Marshals, Get down!" That voice was accompanied by a gunshot.

Mary grinned at Don. As faint as the voice was, she knew exactly who it belonged to. She could pick that voice out anywhere, anytime.

"You may want to drop that gun. You arent going to like the man who comes down those stairs."

"Shut up!" Don snarled and brought the butt of pistol down on the back of Mary's head, knocking her out.


They pulled up in front of the warehouse and Marshall all but jumped out. Cradling his left arm as not to pull at his stitches and incision, Marshall pulled his gun and hurried into the building; completely ignoring Stan's rules. His vest was still in the car as he knew it would take more time to put on than he had.

It had already been many hours since Mary was taken and Marshall wanted her back alive. He would do anything that he needed to do, authorized or not.

He cleared the rooms as he went and before he knew it he rounded a corner and descended the stairs to a basement. After the Spanky incident he knew Mary had developed an aversion to basements. He could only how she would feel about them after this.

He took a deep breath and poked his head out from behind the wall. He quickly retreated back behind the wall when the two men started firing rifles. He waited until he heard the tell tale click of and empty clip before stepping out and taking down the two centuries at the door. He winced when he felt the recoil of his gun, he wasn't expecting that.

He pushed the dead men away from the door and pulled it open. Marshall froze. What he was looking at made is blood run cold and his heart stop. A man was standing next to her with a gun held to her chest. The man pulled back the hammer on the pistol and grinned at Marshall.

Marshall was quicker than the man but not quick enough. Both shots rang out at almost the same time, Marshall's making contact first.

"Mary!"

He gathered her close and leaned her against his chest.

"Stan bring some bolt cutters!"

He turned his attention back to his partner. He lifted her shirt looking for any sign of a bullet wound. He let out a shaky sigh when he saw that the round had barely grazed her abdomen.

"Mary. Wake up Mare," he gently yet firmly patted her bruised cheek. "Come on mare, wake up." Marshall let out a huge sigh of relief when Mary groaned. At least she was alive. She squinted her shut against the light.

"Thats it Mare, let me see those gorgeous celery green eyes." he encouraged.

"Hate celery." She mumbled.

"Yea Mare I know ya do." Marshall chuckled.

Stan came quickly down the stairs. Marshall was sitting on the floor with Mary propped carefully against him.

"Bolt cutters!" Stan walked behind mary and marshall leaned her forward to access the chains.

A couple of snaps and the chains started to fall away. As Stan started to remove the last of the chains they slid over the broken bones in her wrist. The pain woke her fast.

"Oww, goddamm son of a bitch!" Mary recoiled and pulled her left arm to her chest. As she started to move she felt something strong supporting her. She turned her head to look and instantly recognized the comforting smell.

"Come on Mare, lets get you up." Marshall was just as ready to get out of there as Mary was.

TBC