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

Moving An Unmovable Object

"Mr. Mann?" The doctor called out for Marshall, who was staring out the window next to a sleeping Stan. Marshall braced himself, fearful that she didn't make it. "We got the clot." The doctor smiled and Marshall visibly relaxed. "We put her on blood thinners to prevent reoccurrence. We will be keeping a close eye on her."

"Thank you." Marshall s voice was thick with emotion.

The doctor smiled at him, knowing the man cared deeply for the woman. "She is very lucky. Your partner is a fighter." Marshall couldn't speak, his throat was tight. He just gave the doctor a grateful nod in agreement. "We will bring her back in here shortly." With that the doctor left.

Marshall closed his eyes, silently thanking whoever was listening for keeping her with him. He reached over and shook Stan awake. Stan was instantly alert, looking over at Marshall. "She's ok."

Stan smiled. "Told you. Woman is too stubborn to go anywhere."

A few minutes later, Mary was rolled into the room, both men relieved to see her.

"We were talking before this happened, she wanted us to go back home." Marshall paused, tearing his eyes away from Mary to look at Stan. "I am not leaving without her."

Stan knew it before he said it. "You are not saying anything, I don't already know." Stan looked over at Mary. "I do have to get back soon though."

"Thank you." Marshall could never express, how grateful he was to have a boss like Stan.

"As soon as she is able, we can make arrangement to fly her to a facility closer to home to recover." Stan had already started the process. "What about Jinx and Brandi?"

Marshall winced at the idea of those watching or visiting her. "Let's leave them out of this, unless Mary asks otherwise."

Stan nodded. He honestly didn't like her mother, but the sister really was trying to get her act together after the disaster last year. "I'm going to check into the office and take care of a few things. You ok here?"

"Yeah, thanks Stan." Marshall barely got the words past his lips. He kept his eyes locked on Mary. He was relieved to have her here, knowing she was alright. He held her hand, occasionally bringing it to his lips to brush a brief kiss to it. He knew without a doubt he could not survive without her, nor would he want to. He was so lost in thought, he didn't see her looking at him.

Her eyes took in his tired form. Circles under his eyes, his hair messy and stubble starting to show. "Marshall?"

His attention snapped to her and he smiled. "Hey...you really need to stop scaring me."

"Sorry..." Her voice was soft and she honestly felt bad for worrying him.

"Not your fault." His voice was soft. "Well if I wanted to fault you...why the hell did you turn the car?"

Mary felt a pang in her chest. "I...made a decision to protect you and the witness." Her voice was but a whisper.

"So sacrificing yourself, seemed like a good idea..." He was frustrated and knew he shouldn't take it out on her. Her heart rate picked up and he immediately felt bad. "Shhh...no... I'm sorry, please calm down Mare." Mary closed her eyes, which now had tears slipping from them. "Mare, I'm an ass. I'm sorry." He paused taking a breath. "You just scared me." She didn't say anything at first, just kept her eyes closed trying to reign in her emotions. "Mare, look at me...please?"

She kept her eyes closed and let out a shuddering breath. "I can't lose you." She looked at him and the emotion conveyed in her eyes, rocked him.

"And you think I can handle losing you?" His voice cracked, his eyes glassy. "Mare, you might not want to hear this...but I love you and not just as a friend. I cannot lose you." Each word punctuated to emphasize how much he meant them.

Mary let out a sob, Marshall stood up giving her an awkward hug trying not to hurt her. He rested his forehead against hers. "I love you too." She uttered the words in a broken whisper.

He sucked in a breath and his eyes snapped open. "What?" His voice a strangled whisper, the emotion palpable.

She opened her eyes, looking into his. "I love you too."

He felt his heart pound and crashed his lips on hers. She kissed back, moaned half with passion half pained. Marshall pulled away smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, I will be more gentle."

"Only till I am healed up cowboy..." Her voice husky and frustrated at their current limitations, he leaned forward kissing her lightly. "I hope you know what you are getting yourself into."

Marshall grinned. "Looking forward to it."