A/N: I do not own In Plain Sight I am just borrowing them for my own enjoyment.

Embracing the Messy

Marshall woke up to an empty bed, which instantly caused panic. He quickly got out of bed, pulling on a pair of shorts to look for Mary. Room by room and she was nowhere to be found. 'Oh god, she regret's last night.' He went out onto the desk and spotted Mary down on the beach. He ran down the steps, making his way toward her.

"Mare?" He saw her quickly wipe her eyes. 'Shit.' He sat beside her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, all good." She smiled at him, he knew she was lying.

"Mare, you were crying and you don't cry for nothing." Marshall looked away and out at the water. "Do you regret last night?"

"No. How can you say that?" Mary was surprised he jumped to that conclusion. 'Did he not hear me tell him I loved him last night?'

"You weren't there, when I woke up and I find you out here...looking upset. Kinda have to draw that conclusion." Marshall looked at her, waiting for an explanation.

"I have been out here, awhile." Mary looked away. "I'm sorry. Jesus...I am already screwing this up. I suck at relationships."

"You suck at communicating..." Marshall smiled, laughing slightly. "Now, tell me what's going on."

"I woke up and remembered something...we both forgot and panicked." Mary looked at him, hoping he would obviously know what she meant. He looked lost. "We didn't use any protection last night."

"I'm clean..." Mary just laughed.

"Jesus...Marshall, so am I, wasn't worried about that!" She stared at him waiting for him to catch up.

"Oh...oh!" His eyes widened and then he actually smiled.

"You're smiling? Seriously?" Mary was floored. "Here I am freaking out, worrying that I screwed this up already, and you are smiling..."

"How did you screw this up?" Marshall was still smiling but trying to figure out Mary's logic.

"I should have remembered, with the medication I am on...that we needed to use something."

"Mare, you have been shot, we have been on the run and we weren't really planning last night. Give yourself a break." He put his arm around her and she was looking at him like he grew another head. "Plus isn't the thought of a little me or you, cute." He grinned.

"You are insane, you realize this right?" Mary half laughed and stared at him.

"Yes, you LOVE me for it." He whispered into her ear and kissed her neck.

"Why are you not freaking out?"

"Promise me, what I say won't freak you out?" Marshall looked at her, his eyes pleading with her to not run. She nodded. "I love you. I have loved you a very long time. I would like nothing more then for the rings, we have on our fingers to be real." Her eyes widened. "I would love to have kids with you. I know this seems fast, but we have known each other a long time and to me it feels right."

"You can be, very sappy you know." Mary smiled.

"It's a gift." Marshall was relieved. 'She didn't run and seems relaxed good sign.'

"A mini Marshall would be interesting." They both laughed, but he could still see a bit of fear in her eyes.

"Hey...there may be nothing to worry about it. We will be more careful." Marshall kissed her. "Now let's go get dressed. We can grab breakfast out and get supplies." Marshall wiggled his eyebrows at her and she smacked him.

"Now, that is creepy...and you complain about me batting my eyelashes." Mary shook her head as she walked back towards the house, Marshall was following close behind her with a grin.

They were dressed and out the door in an hour. Marshall drove them to the Walmart, he spotted on their initial drive to the house. They both picked up some more clothes and personal items. At the checkout, Mary burst out laughing at the amount of condoms Marshall picked up. The teenage cashier was blushing to his ears.

"That kid's going to have a hard on, all day." Mary cracked as Marshall was loading up the truck. Marshall just grinned. "Who knew you were such a perv."

"That a complaint?" Marshall slyly smiled at her.

"Not at all I'm impressed." She smacked his ass and got into the truck.

"All set. What are you craving for breakfast?"

"Stan."

"Eww." Marshall made a face of disgust.

"No...you ass. I mean, we should check in with Stan." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Ah, that we can do." He pulled out a disposable and dialed. "Hey, how we doing...yes...okay...you too."

"Well, that was brief, didn't sound promising." She was staring at Marshall with a look of concern.

"Guilty, all counts." Marshall looked at her.

"But?"

"Bobby confirmed there is a hit out on you, me and Sara." Marshall didn't want to tell her, but he knew he had no choice.

"You! Why the fuck, are they after you?" Mary was pissed and very worried.

"I am guessing, because I protected Sara and to get to you."

"We need to lay low. Whatever else we need, we get today." Mary's mind was going a mile a minute. "Maybe we should change our appearance a bit..."

"Calm down Mare...we have no idea, if they even have a clue where we are. We got out of there fast, ensured we interacted with very few people on the way here. I doubt they will look for us here." Marshall was trying to be reassuring, but was also reviewing the trip in his head to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"Donuts. Let's get donuts and head back to the house." Marshall nodded, amazed at times at how her brain flows with topics.

An hour later, they were back at the house. Marshall brought everything up to the house, sending Mary inside. She was in their bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Mare...what are you doing?"

"Debating on cutting my hair, I really don't want to dye it." Mary made a face and Marshall winced.

"Non blond Mary would be...strange." He walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "We have almost six more weeks here. Let's worry about changing our appearance, IF and only IF by the time we leave Stan and company haven't taken care of everything."

"You're right sorry...I think I am just..." Mary was struggling to voice everything jumbling around in her head.

"Overwhelmed."

"Yeah, to say the least." Mary looked up at him. "You promised, nothing can happen to you."

"I promise not to die, for you." Marshall smiled at her softly, remembering the last time he said that.

"I know you meant that as comforting, but I still have nightmares about Lola. Not helping." Mary walked away to the kitchen.

"Shit...Mare, I meant to be comforting." Marshall was following her. "Hey, why didn't you tell me, you had nightmares from that?" Mary shrugged, then turned to look at him with what he knew as the I got you glare.

"You don't have nightmares, about when I was shot with Francesca?" She started to put away some of the additional supplies they bought.

"Yes, I do." Marshall froze, his face pained and full of guilt. He picked up the bags that had clothes in them and took them into the bedroom.

"We have been over this Marshall, it wasn't your fault!" Mary yelled down the hall to him.

"I saw what was happening, I should have stayed." Marshall walked back into the living room and sat on the couch.

"Marshall, it's been over a year. Let it go. It's me. You thought I could handle myself, hell...I thought I could handle myself." Mary joined him, snuggling into him.

"Aren't we a pair?" Marshall mumbled.

"I say we relax, watch tv and then break into your stockpile of fun." Mary's hand was sliding up his leg.

"Better yet...we can skip straight to option c." Marshall pulled her into a kiss, leaving them breathless.

"I love how you think..." Mary huskily whispered back, before kissing him again, all thoughts of the case forgotten, at least for a little while.