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

Embracing the Messy

As soon as Marshall opened the door to his house, he looked annoyed. Mary laughed and rolled her eyes knowing it was because of the mess. "What did you expect? Seven weeks away is a lot of dust." Mary walked right over to his hall closet, pulling out the vacuum and cleaning supplies. "You going to help...or stare?"

"Yes dear." He smirked. They spent the next two hours cleaning the house. Marshall put their luggage, in the laundry room to wash everything.

"Alright...I'm now tired, dirty and starving." Mary was sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her arms. "Who in the hell, cleans up my exploded house? I am sure as shit not doing that."

Marshall laughed hard. "No. I am sure after forensics is done with it, a construction crew will deal with it." He walked over grabbing his house phone to sit beside her. "How does pizza sound?"

"Heaven..." She smiled at him, before getting up. "I'm going to shower. You have something I can wear?"

"Sure..." He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Sorry cowboy, just me in the shower. I want food." She winked at him. "Stay."

He just laughed and dialed for the pizza. The pizza showed up, right before Mary walked out dressed in one of his dress shirts. "You seriously have no idea, how much I love you in that."

"Down boy...go shower, so we can eat." He pouted as he passed her, but smacked her on the ass before running to the shower. He came out ten minutes later in just a pair of black pajama pants. "Are you trying to distract me?"

"Is it working?" He smiled at her and she laughed.

"You are evil. You realize this..." She pulled the pizza out of the oven and put it on the table.

"I try." He pulled them each out a slice and dug in. "So...now that our house no longer looks like a dust bunny attack, whatever shall we do?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"You are insatiable. It's no wonder I'm pregnant." She laughed while taking another bite of pizza.

"Hell, you are just as bad as me." He leaned over kissing her neck.

"Very true." She smiled at him, loving how easy their relationship was. "I say we watch movies and relax, because let's face it we have had a messed up couple of days. Then head to bed for real sleep."

"Done."

Mary woke up first, looking over to see Marshall still sound asleep. Unbuttoning the dress shirt he gave her to wear, she leaned over kissing his neck. He moaned, still asleep. She smiled. She sat up, gently pushing his pajama pants down, setting him free, and softly stroking him. He called her name, his eyes still closed. She smiled loving his reaction to her. Straddling him, she slowly lowered herself onto him, causing his eyes to fly open, hoarsely calling her name. "Morning Cowboy..." She smiled, moving herself up and slowly sinking back down. His hips thrust up to meet her.

"Oh god, Mare..." His hands gripped her hips, eliciting a moan from Mary. He sat up pressing their chests together, his arms wrapping around her tight as he kissed her neck.

She threw her head back. "Marshall..." He kissed and nipped at her as her hips pushed against him. Marshall pulled her down with him, rolling her underneath him. "Yessss..." He grinned, loving the breathy cries from her. She wrapped her legs around him, as his body took over, instinct driving them both to ecstasy.

"Good Morning indeed..." Marshall looked at her, still breathing ragged. "Hell of a way to wake up." He grinned.

"I thought you might like that..." She kissed him. "Now, I think we both need a shower."

Mary was in the kitchen rinsing out a glass, waiting for Marshall to finish getting dressed. "Marry me." She dropped the glass, it shattered in the sink. She turned looking at him.

"What?" Her face showing clear surprise, as this was two days early.

"Marry me?" He walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I know you don't want big. I don't need it, just you. We can elope this weekend." She kissed him passionately, when they pulled apart, she smiled at him. "I take that as a yes."

"Yes doufus. I am all yours."

A man walked into a darkened room. "Boss?"

"What is it?" James Shannon turned in the chair in annoyance.

"Your daughter sir...her boyfriend proposed to her. They plan to elope this weekend." The subordinate was obviously, uncomfortable delivering the news and kept alert.

"Find out the details. Get out." The man practically ran from the room. James turned his chair back to where it was, staring out at the city his only thoughts now, on his only daughter.

Saturday arrived quickly. They picked a small wedding chapel off the strip. Bobby was there in capacity as best man, Stan was to give Mary away and Eleanor was her maid of honor for the fake and real wedding. The location was perfect, there was only one entrance and would be easy for the five of them to cover. The ceremony was due to start shortly. Mary was in a room getting ready to walk out when her dad walked in.

"How did you get here? Better yet, how did you know I was here?" She was startled, wondering how the hell he got by everyone.

"You didn't think I would miss your wedding." James smiled at her, coming off like an adoring father. Making her a combination of wanting and frightened. She backed up, her gun in reach.

"Yes." She looked at him incredulously. "You missed everything else." She spit the words at him, clearly angry.

"No. I have seen everything. I saw you leave with your date for prom, high school graduation, your quickie wedding to Mark and the day you graduated the academy." Mary's eyes widened, she grabbed her gun and pointed it at him. "Come now...Mary you won't shoot me."

"See...right there, is where you are seriously wrong." She aimed the gun, her face determined. "You stalked me, but you do not know me. James Wiley Shannon, you are under arrest for bank robbery, multiple counts of murder and assaulting a federal marshal." She kept her tone forceful.

"You won't arrest me. You may not understand why I did what I did, but you love me." James took a step toward her.

"STOP!" James froze. "Get down on the ground, hands above your head." She stared at him hard. "Don't make me do this..."

"We don't have time for this." His voice took a new tone of annoyance. "Mary. Stop being defiant and put the damn gun down!" James took another step and Mary fired.