Prompt:Mary; Marshall (or Mary/Marshall): Douillou spique inegliche? ( French version of "Do You Speak English?")

Mary continued to walk desperately through the streets of France searching for her partner. They had been sent to escort a witness, Brigitte there for her father's funeral. Things had been going great and there had been no sign of a threat until they were heading back to the embassy where she would meet her new marshals.

Marshall, Mary and Brigitte had moved towards the car when a group of people had walked by. Mary had been standing next to Brigitte and Marshall signaled for her to take their witness and get lost in the crowd. She wanted to refuse, but knew it was the best plan under the circumstances.

Mary watched as Marshall sped down the road and out of sight with a car pursuing him. When she arrived at the embassy the new marshals were already there and Mary turned them over while calling Marshall's number. When she didn't get an answer she began to pace back and forth in the embassy. When an hour had passes and there was no sign of him, she headed out to look for him after calling Stan to let him know what was happening.

The more time that passed the more her worry grew. As she approached a corner, she noticed the sirens and crowds gathered ahead of her. Squeezing her way through the crowd, Mary was finally able to see the wrecked car. Seeing a French police officer, she hurried over to him as she recited the phrase Marshall forced her to memorize before they left New Mexico.

"Douillou spique inegliche?"

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"Do you know where the driver of the vehicle is? He was supposed to meet me at the U.S. embassy."

"We are still looking for the driver. What is your name and the driver's name?"

"I can explain, but not this close to the crowd," Mary replied, while showing him, her badge that was clipped on her side at the moment.

"You have no official presence here," the French officer said.

"We do by request of your embassy. Please, I need to find my partner."

The officer made her wait while making a call and checking facts, before walling back to her.

"I was told to allow you to look around and that you'd cooperate fully with us by our boss and a Stan McQueen."

"My boss. Yes, as soon as I find Marshall."

She noticed them looking for clues inside the car, so she walked towards the driver's side and stopped when she saw some blood on the ground. Seeing more droplets ahead Mary began to follow them.

"What are you doing?" the officer asked.

"There was blood by the driver's side and I'm following it's trail. If Marshall could move he would've. These are not nice people that were following him."

The officer signaled for a few others to join before continuing to follow Mary.

The trail led to a stone apartment building that was for sale.

"Marshall, are you in there?"

"Mare?"

"I'm coming in. The police are outside with me. Don't shoot anyone."

"I'm not as trigger happy as a certain someone."

Mary couldn't help but smirk at the comment. It quickly faded when she saw him for the first time.

"Marshall, what did you do to yourself?" Mary asked, taking in the bleeding from his head, the way he supported his ribs and she noticed the blood stain on his slacks.

Marshall was about to answer when he heard the door open and went to move for his gun. Mary took it away, applied the safety and then put it away.

"Do you need ambulance?"

"Yes."

"No."

The man looked between the two confused.

"He's injured and being stubborn. We need the ambulance," Mary said, glaring at Marshall to keep him quiet.

Mary rode with Marshall to the hospital and called Stan while she was waiting with a promise to let him know what she found out. A doctor came out shortly and listed off his injuries. Mary thanked him before being led to Marshall.

Mary walked in and wrapped her arms around him as he sat at the edge of the exam table.

"Don't ever scare me like that again."

"I'm fine, Mare. Let's go home."

They boarded the plane and Mary made sure to let Marshall have the window seat so he could rest his head against it to sleep. Reaching into the overhead bin she grabbed the blanket and tucked it around him.

Marshall yawned before he could thank her.

"Go to sleep, Marshall. You're body needs the rest."

"You just don't want anymore history lessons on the flight home."

"If I thought it would help you heal, I'd let you, but since it won't, silence is golden."

"You're worse than my mother," Marshall muttered before falling asleep.

Mary reached under the blanket and linked their hands and felt Marshall give hers a reassuring squeeze. She knew it was his way of reminding her he was right there by his side where he belonged. Mary squeezed back in acknowledgment before Marshall fell asleep, while she kept an eye on him until she drifted off to sleep hands still entwined.