A/N: I do not own In Plain Sight I am just borrowing them for my own enjoyment. Thank you to jrfanfrommo and jms529 for the reviews :)

Embracing the Messy

The next day, after strenuous arguing with the doctors, Mary and Marshall were released. Worried for their safety, Stan placed them at a safe house.

"Aren't you two a sight for sore eyes?" Eleanor smiled, happy to see them walk in.

"Eleanor, it's good to be back." Marshall smiled at her.

"Thank you, for getting everything for us." Mary gave her a distant smile and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch.

"Sure...no problem at all." Eleanor was surprised, as Mary rarely said thank you. She could also tell something was off in the marshal.

"You should have everything you need. Eleanor was gracious enough to get groceries, your prescriptions and your belongings from the truck. I also have your guns and badges." Stan handed them to Marshall, since Mary seemed to not be paying any attention. "Are you two alright here?"

"Yeah, we can handle ourselves. Don't worry." Marshall gave him a reassuring nod.

"I will be checking in on you both. Anything out of the ordinary or you need anything, you call me." Stan looked to Mary, obviously worried. He gave a nod to Marshall and left with Eleanor. Marshall showed them both out, thanking them again and locking up. When he walked back into the living room, Mary was gone.

"Mare?" He walked through the house, finally spotting her in the bedroom. "There you are. You ok?"

"Sore, tired and still a little pissed that my house was blown up." She smirked at him. They both had to admit, the two of them looked like the lost a bar fight. Covered in cuts and scratches.

"Hell of a way to end a vacation." He laughed and Mary just snorted at his comment.

"Ya think..." Marshall walked over wrapping his arms around her, suddenly hearing a sharp inhale through her teeth. "Gentle..." Marshall let go instantly.

"How bad were you hurt?" Marshall was staring intently at her. "Neither you or Stan have been very forthcoming on those details?"

"I was lucky." She looked at him briefly. "We both were." Mary knew her response was vague, she walked over and started to unpack their clothes.

"How lucky?" He knew she was avoiding. "Tell me..."

"Four shots." Marshall gasped. "Three, were pretty much caught by the double vest. Good idea on your part. One to the arm." Mary held his gaze, she never looked away. His jaw was clenched, his eyes watery, as he absorbed her words. He walked over to her, unbuttoning her shirt to see the wounds. He saw one small bandage on her shoulder, he gently kissed her below it. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders and saw no more bandages, releasing a breath. He could see it in her eyes that there was more, he walked behind her.

"Mare..." His voice pained, as he saw the two additional bandages, marking the spot where the bullet hit her. One on her lower back, but the other one he could not move his eyes from. It was on her left shoulder blade, parallel to her heart. 'If it had gone through, she would be dead.' Her back, a patchwork of bruises from the impact. "Too close."

"I know." She turned, stepping into his arms, which he gently folded around her. "Marshall...we are alright now."

"We shouldn't of come back..." He was struggling and his chest was tight at the thought of what could have happened.

"You know we had to come back. This is our lives." Mary took a breath and pulled back to look at him. "A life on the run, isn't what we want...or what we are."

"Mare, all I want is you." His voice broken.

"I'm pregnant." She looked at him. Her voice a whisper full of emotion, as a few stray tears cascaded down her face.

"Baby...you're pregnant." Marshall backed away. He was happy, but horrified that he might have lost them both. "You..you knew...oh god...that's why you were acting strangely." He looked at her hurt and angry.

"I wasn't completely sure." A sob broke free from her. "We needed to settle this. We couldn't be on the run, at risk with a baby."

"You could have been killed...you could have lost the baby...jesus Mare." He ran his fingers through his hair frustrated. "Why couldn't we, we give people new lives all the time."

"You are a fifth generation marshal and I know you wouldn't want that life, anymore then I do." Mary was yelling and crying, the stress of everything was hitting it's peak. "If I had told you, you could have gotten yourself killed trying to protect me or not let us back."

"You're damn right!" He walked back over to her, grabbing her arms and she winced. "Mare, I'm angry...but god help me I understand why you did it." He lied, he didn't at least not yet. He led her over to the bed, gently pulling her down with him and she cried harder. "Shhh...it's alright, but dammit Mare...you were carrying this all on your own." His eyes squeezed shut to stop his own tears as he held her. Her crying quieted and he looked down to see she was asleep. He was wide awake. 'We're having a baby.' He smiled and then felt fear strike him to his core. 'She's right. If she told me, my head wouldn't of been clear. My fear..worry, I usually have is ten fold for her now with the baby.' Mary moved, snuggling closer to Marshall in her sleep. 'I have everything, I ever wanted right here in my arms and I am petrified I'll lose it.' He held her lost in thought, until he finally succumbed to sleep.

A knock woke them up early the next morning. Marshall and Mary, guns drawn, made there way to the door.

"It's me." Stan called out, so they knew it was safe. Marshall pulled open the door, to a very rattled looking Stan. He walked in, both marshals following close behind.

"Stan...what's wrong?" Mary instantly knew something had happened.

"Monetti's dead." Mary immediately sat down. "Cameras were disabled, no witnesses. He was found in his cell early this morning."

"Wasn't he in solitary?" Marshall was trying to think of how anyone, could do this without leaving any traces.

"Yes." Stan answered Marshall, but was looking at Mary.

"You're telling me, that my father, was able to take out Monetti in a secured prison in solitary confinement." Mary's mouth was open in awe. She looked over to Stan and could tell from his expression there was more. "Just tell me Stan." Marshall looked from Mary to Stan.

"All members of Monetti's crew are dead or missing." Stan was unsure how she would react.

"Unfreakinbelivable..." She stood up, pacing and gave a grieved laugh. "Soo my dad is like the godfather." She turned to look at them, both at a loss for what to say. "This cannot be happening. There is no way that..." Her voice cracked. "..the man I knew, that wrote me is capable...of that." Her breathing was heavy, as she started to cry and panic hit her. Marshall cam up beside her and she pushed him away. "NO. No...no...he...oh god."

"Mare..." Marshall ran toward her as she started to sway, catching her as she fainted. "Mare!"