Sorry for the wait, and sorry it's short. I'd make it longer, but I have the feeling that I will be too busy to write a whole lot. So, I'm giving you what I can now. Enjoy, I hope! [Sorry for any mistakes, I'm in a rush to get this out for you guys]

Mary watched him go until she couldn't see him through the snow anymore, and sighed, rolling the window back up.

The weight of what was most likely in the breast pocket of Marshall's jacket seemed to constrict her chest, and she just had to check, to at least look. With hands shaking from more than just the cold, she found the inside breast pocket and reached inside.

Her fumbling fingers met with slightly crumpled paper.

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and pulled the paper out, staring at it.

Yep, this is it. Hot damn.

Mary unfolded the note that she had written Marshall almost three months ago, the night he was in the hospital, and re-read it. She didn't really have to, she had it practically memorized. But remembering what she wrote and seeing it on a paper that had been possibly and probably kept with him at all times for who knew how long now was a different matter entirely.

She remembered vaguely some of the things she had crossed out. Like: "If you ever get shot again, I'll kill you myself, you bastard", or "I hope you're happy. I cried in front of Stan.",and other such threats and jibes.

She wondered if he noticed she had written it on paper from his stationary. Even more than that, she wondered how she managed to fall for someone who actually had their own personalized stationary. That was just so unlike her.

She wondered how long he had had the note. How long had he known about it and not said anything to her? Of course that's what she had wanted, but thinking about it was driving her crazy.

He had honored her request to not talk about the note, but now she knew that she was going to be the one to finally bring it up. She just had to know. How long he had it, and what his thoughts on it were.

With a sigh, she looked out the window trying to see him, and ran her fingers lightly over the last two lines. She remembered how a single tear had fallen onto the page as she wrote that, and checked if it was still visible, which it was, just barely. She wondered if he had ever noticed it.

She glanced back out the window, and sighed in relief when she could make out Marshall walking back to the SUV, hunched over against the cold. She sure hoped he got directions to someplace to stay for the night. With her wearing his clothes she might not be the only one at risk of hypothermia.

Well, she didn't actually know that for sure. She wasn't smart like him about that kind of stuff. Either way, she wanted him out of the cold as soon as possible.

Marshall got into the driver's seat and said "Okey-dokey, let's get the hell out of here.", turning the heater up even higher.

He had his shivering under control for the most part, but Mary could tell that he was miserably cold. Besides making her worry, it made her all the more appreciative of him giving her his jackets, no matter what heart attack-inducing contents their pockets held.

"What did they say in the other car?" she asked, reaching over to put a hand on his shoulder.

He glanced back at her, smiled and replied "They're from around here, so we're going to follow them into town. The guy already gave me the address of a motel, so no worries there."

She nodded, relieved, and moved to take her arm back, but he grabbed her hand and grinned at her.

"Told you I'd come back." he said smugly.

She smiled back, teeth still chattering and said softly "I never had any doubt."

In the passenger seat, Rudy stifled the automatic "Aww…" reflex. The supposed gangster was really just a matchmaker at heart, not that he'd ever admit it.

The car they were supposed to follow started going in front of them, so Marshall turned around to focus on the road and not his partner. It was then that Mary realized that she still had the note out. She stealthily and silently re-folded it, and put it back in it's proper place.

While she might be planning on mentioning the note to him, but she didn't want to at that moment, with someone else around. That, and she was too tired and cold.

I have no idea when I'll be updating next, but I'll try to make it as soon as possible, I swear. Thanks to all readers and reviewers! I love you all like 8 dollar whores! [LOL]