A/N: I do not own In Plain Sight I am just borrowing them for my own enjoyment. Since JMS529 asked so nicely and has been awesome with reviews, this chapter is for her :) If you haven't read her stories yet, check them out!

Embracing the Messy

The house was ablaze, bits and pieces of Mary's home were scattered everywhere. Bobby had called in for backup and ambulance when the first shots were fired. He was out front when the explosion hit. The force of the explosion knocking him off his feet, he sat up trying to get his head clear. He looked around and saw what little was left of the house. Sirens could be heard in the distance, as he stood up to look for everyone. His team had been walking away from the house with the assailant when the explosion hit. He passed them, they still had the unconscious assailant in custody and were pretty banged up.

"Wait for backup. I am going to look for Marshals Shannon and Mann." Bobby had his gun out, just in case there were more suspects in the area. He walked into what was Mary's backyard, debris was everywhere. As he reached the back corner of the yard, he saw blond hair under a piece of what looked like a wall. He ran over, pulling back the debris and saw Marshall covering Mary with his body. "Marshall?" He gently pulled him back, laying him flat next to Mary. "Mary?" Both were unconscious, but they both had a pulse. He let out a breath of relief. The ambulance pulled up. "OVER HERE!"

"Bobby, what the hell happened?" Stan called to him, as he walked into the hospital waiting room.

"What didn't happen? Mary went inside and we heard shots fired. As the team approached, Marshall took out the assailant. Not a minute after that, the house blew." Bobby was overwhelmed by how much had gone wrong today. "Mary was down, before the house blew. Marshall's body was covering hers, when I found them."

"Son of a bitch..." Stan was pacing. "One disaster after another, what do we have on the assailant?"

"Nothing yet, he is here getting patched up for the bullet Marshall put in him." Bobby smiled a bit. "They are supposed to tell us when they finish up. I have two guys on him. He isn't going anywhere."

"Family of Marshall Man?" A doctor was standing there looking around for a response.

"Here." Stan stood up, showing his badge. "How is he?"

"The vests protected him from majority of damage. We removed shrapnel from his arms and legs. He also suffered a blow to the head, which we believe is what rendered him unconscious. He has not come to yet, we confirmed concussion and we will be monitoring him closely. He should be alright, barring no complications."

"What about Mary Shannon?" Stan was happy Marshall was stable, but was worried about Mary.

"Sorry, another doctor was working on her. I will check to see if I can find out her status for you. You can go back to see Mr. Mann anytime. He is in room 114."

"Thank you, can we arrange for them to be in the same room? Security reasons." The doctor nodded and left.

Bobby and Stan went to Marshall's room, waiting for him to wake up and for word on Mary. An hour later a different Doctor, showed up and motioned for Stan outside the room. Bobby stayed with Marshall.

"You are family to Mary Shannon?"

"Yes. How is she?" Stan didn't hesitate to agree he was family. To him she was.

"Surprisingly good, she was shot four times." His eyes widened. "The double vest is what saved her. Three of the bullets partially penetrated the second vest and we stitched up those wounds. Mainly superficial damage, although there will be deep bruising. The fourth bullet, hit her arm. The shot was through and through. She is a very lucky woman. Her injuries luckily had no impact on her pregnancy."

"I'm sorry...what?" Stan was shocked.

"Miss Shannon is pregnant. I would say five or six weeks."

"T..hank you Doctor."

"She will be moved into this room, as requested, shortly." The doctor left and Stan went back in and sat down in shock.

"Stan? How is she?" Bobby was worried by Stan's face.

"Lucky." Stan looked at Bobby. "She took four hits. Three were caught by the doubled vest with minimal damage one to the arm."

"Is she always this stressful..." Bobby couldn't believe how much trouble this woman got into, but Stan laughed.

"Yeah...they both are, but damn good at their jobs." Bobby nodded agreeing.

"I'm going to go check if they got anything out of our shooter." Bobby stood up to leave.

"Let me know." Stan was grateful that Bobby agreed to come onboard. He had more then proved himself the last six weeks. A few minutes after Bobby left, Mary was rolled in. The nurses set up her monitors and left. Stan moved over, sitting beside Mary. 'Mary a mother...' Stan smiled.

"Stan?" Mary was staring at him and then started to panic. "Marshall?"

"Mary, calm down. He's alright." Stan put his hand on Mary's. "He is in the bed right next to you." Mary looked over, seeing Marshall and instantly relaxed.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Took a blow to the head...don't worry, Doctor is saying he will be ok." Mary took a breath, then put her hand over her stomach. "You're ok...everything...everyone is ok." Her eyes locked with Stan's and she knew what he meant. Mary's eyes filled up and overflowed. "It's alright." Stan leaned over and whispered so Marshall couldn't hear. "He know yet?" Mary shook her head. "Ok, it's between us then."

"Thanks Stan." She gave him a watery smile.

"Anytime Mary...just rest." Mary closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Mary had been sleeping soundly for the last two hours, when an envelope was shoved under the hospital room door. Stan was on his feet instantly, pulling out his gun. He walked over to the door, cracking it, peaking outside. Nobody in sight, he closed the door again and looked down at the envelope.

"Stan...what's wrong?" Mary woke up, as soon as she heard him get up. Him standing there gun drawn, she knew something was up.

"Someone slid an envelope under the door." Stan picked it up. "It's addressed to you."

"Let me see." Mary winced, sitting up a bit. Stan handed her the envelope and dialed Bobby. "Bobby...need you back here...I'll explain when you get here." He hung up and was watching Mary. She was staring at the envelope, hadn't made a move to open it.

"Mare?" Stan was concerned, never having seen such a reaction from his Marshal.

"It's my dad's handwriting." Mary was staring at the envelope in awe.

"Your dad?" Stan's head swam at the implications of that, as Mary opened it.

Mary,

Sorry that I haven't written as of late, but I couldn't while your mother and sister were living with you. I'm still watching over you. I am very proud of what you have grown into.

I cannot and will not, have you live your life in hiding as I have. Stay with Stan and Marshall, I will take care of everything.

A million kisses, the sun and the moon.

Daddy

Mary couldn't even speak, she had tears running down her face, she just shakily handed it over to Stan.

"He's been tracking you?" Stan didn't know what to say.

"I haven't heard from him in years...not since Mom and Brandy moved in. There was never a postmark, no prints on the letters they always just...showed up."

"Shit..." Stan ran his hand over his face, frustrated.

"Who is he? He can't just be a bank robber, if he believes he can take care of Monetti." Mary looked at Stan shaken. "Seriously...Stan, who is he?"

"I don't know." Stan knew they had to report it, Bobby walked in at that moment looking frantic.

"Stan, what's wrong? Mary...girrrl you love to scare me." Bobby smiled at her, really happy to have her back.

"Hey Bobby..." Mary gave him a slight smile, still trying to wrap her brain around the face that her dad was keeping that close a tab on her.

"Mary received a letter. Someone slid it under the door. I need you to check it for prints and pull security tapes for the hospital." Stan was back in boss mode, trying to get ahead of this.

"I don't think he did it." Mary paused, thinking about it. "I mean he couldn't stay under the radar, this long, being sloppy. He had to have someone else deliver it."

"He who?" Bobby was lost.

"My father." Mary looked over at Marshall, wishing he was awake.

"Mare..." Marshall was calling for her, his eyes still closed.

"I'm here...relax Marshall." Mary was still watching him. Stan was outside talking to Bobby. She saw his eyes open, looking for her. "Over here." He turned and their eyes met.

"You alright?" His eyes looking her over, checking for wounds.

"I'm fine." She smiled at him, happy he was awake. "Just relax. You took a nasty blow to the head." Mary sat up a bit, unable to stop the wince from the pain.

"You are not fine..." He tried to get up, but a wave of dizziness hit and he laid back down.

"Marshall, can you please, just listen to me for once!" She yelled, she didn't mean to but this was too much stress. He looked at her surprised.

"Alright." He was laying there, looking at her and he could see the stress overflowing from her. "Talk to me Mare..."

"Dad left me a letter." Marshall s eyes widened. "Slid it right under our door, told me he didn't want me living his life. Said he would take care of everything..." Her voice was raspy.

"Wow...okay." Marshall took a moment to think. "That sounds final."

"Yeah...Stan is outside updating Bobby." Mary looked away from him staring up at the ceiling. "Am I the only one in my family, not a god damn criminal! I mean, how bad is Dad, if he thinks or worse can take care of Monetti and his crew."

"Mare, he loves you and in his mind, he is doing what he needs to protect his daughter." Marshall was looking at her, part of him hoping her father succeeded. "Nothing that he does or has done is your fault or reflects on you."

"I know...it's strange how he has watched over me. Just me, not Mom or Brandy...he mentioned you...Stan...it's downright creepy how much he knows." Mary was happy in some small way that he Dad loved her enough to do that, but majority of her felt violated.

"I admit it's disconcerting, but what is bothering me more is how he has kept such tabs on you."

"I've never been able to figure that out." Mary smiled at him. "How's your head?"

"Not spinning, if I don't sit up." He smirked at her.

"You want to tell me, whatever it is that has been bugging you the last few days?"

"Not yet." She smiled at him.

"Fair enough. I'm a patient man." He kept his eyes on her.

"Yes...you are." Stan walked in at that moment.

"Marshall!" Stan smiled. "Good to see you awake. How are you feeling?"

"A bit dizzy, but ok otherwise. Mary filled me in on the letter, any news." Stan looked at Mary, realizing she still hadn't told Marshall her news.

"Bobby is checking the security tapes. We have a call in, to check on security for Monetti. I'm staying here to ensure you two are out of trouble. I had your names wiped out of the system, just in case."

"Did you get any prints, from inside my house?" Mary was hoping for some leads. Marshall shot her a worried look and Stan shifted in his seat. "What?"

"Mary, the house blew up..." Her eyes widened. "There is nothing left."

"Crap." Mary looked over at Marshall. "Told you."