A/N: I do not own In Plain Sight I am just borrowing them for my own enjoyment. Sorry for cliffy, but I didn't make you wait that long :) Thank you for the reviews and alerts.

Embracing the Messy

Marshall was at the front of the chapel, waiting for Mary. 'Where is Bobby and Stan?' He was already frustrated and anxious before...now he had no sight on Bobby or Stan. His unease increased, as he started stepping towards the entrance in search of the team. He had just walked through the door of the chapel, when he heard a gunshot. He knew it came from the room Mary was in, he was running, gun drawn. Stan was running toward him. Marshall signaled toward Mary's room, they both approached, guns ready, toward the room. A mans muffled cries where barely discernible through the door. "Fuck. You shot me!"

Marshall kicked the door in. There stood his partner, tears running down her face with a gun pointed at her father. Stan walked over to James Shannon, pulling his arms behind his back, cuffing him. Marshall cautiously approached Mary, her gun still pointed at her father, her whole body shaking. "Easy Mare, let me take that." Marshall gently took the gun from her hands, wrapping an arm around her. Her eyes, intently locked on her fathers bleeding form. Stan took off his belt, put a tourniquet on the downed man, pulling out his phone for an ambulance and backup he had prearranged at the local witsec office. "Stan, have you seen Bobby?" Stan shook his head, both concerned.

"He isn't stupid, he has backup. There has to be more men here with him." Mary's voice was low, but focused. "Give me my gun back." She looked up at Marshall. "I'm alright. Go find Bobby and see if you can grab the others."

"Mare...you sure?" Marshall was hesitant to leave her.

"Yes. Both of you go, I got him. If he tries anything..." Her voice trailed off. "Be careful, watch each other."

"Inspector Shannon, be careful." Stan gave her a stern look, knowing she needed her head in the game. She just nodded back, her eyes back on her father.

Marshall and Stan exited the room, guns drawn, running into Eleanor outside the room. "Eleanor, you alright?" Stan was concerned as she looked pale.

"Yes, I heard the shot. I was waiting out here." She looked to Stan, unsure what to do.

"Go in there and sit with Mary. Keep away from James Shannon. You will be safe with her." Stan led her back into the room with Mary. "Mary, she is yours to watch." Mary just nodded as Stan closed the door again.

Marshall and Stan made their way through the chapel. Stan, found Bobby. "He is unconscious." Stan ran over to Marshall. Bobby was stuffed in a closet off the main lobby, someone had wacked him over the head. "Probably the same bastard who hit me..." Marshall grumbled. Stan stayed with Bobby, waiting for their backup. Marshall continued through the chapel, finding it completely empty. "The preacher and assistant are gone." He headed back to the front of the building.

"Put the gun down!" Marshall heard Mary s command and quietly approached the room. Eleanor was crying. He could see the gunman, he had Eleanor held close to him. "Let her go. You are not taking her and you sure as hell are not getting him back." Mary's voice was venomous.

"Mary, don't be stupid. You want your friend killed." James Shannon's voice was weak, but nevertheless determined. "You let my man get me out of here and everyone lives."

"Fuck you!" Mary was pissed, she aimed her sights carefully at the man's head.

Marshall could tell she was lining up the shot to take out the man and he didn't want to get into range. He pulled his extra piece, aiming one at the gunman and the other at James Shannon as he entered. "Looks like, you are at an impasse." Marshall pressed the gun barrel to gunman's head. "You see...even if you shoot Eleanor, I will still kill you and your boss."

"If, you lower your gun and release her, we can come to an arrangement." Mary was talking now, surprising Marshall. "You see, I really don't give a shit about you. I want him." Mary motioned to her father, still bleeding on the floor. "You give us James Shannon and help us take down his world, you go into witness protection. You will fall off the grid." Mary looked the guy in the eye, letting him see her complete seriousness. "A new life. Free of being subservient, to that piece of crap."

"Shut the fuck up! Mary! I am your goddamn father! You have no idea what you are doing!" James was seething, laying on the floor, his world unraveling by his own daughter.

"Ignore him. Look at him. He is pathetic. Lying on the floor bleeding, hoping someone he probably treated like shit, will protect him." Mary tilted her head, looking at the man still holding Eleanor. "You didn't want this life. I certainly know, that I don't want him in mine. Put the gun down." The man released his grip on Eleanor, lowering his gun. Eleanor moved out of the way pressing herself against the wall. Marshall grabbed it and cuffed him. The EMT's and backup came in behind Marshall. "The cuffs are temporary, till we get the room under control. I keep my promises." Mary gave him a reassuring look and turned her attention back to her father. "Your life is done. I will not see you again once you are dragged from this room."

"You fucking bitch! You are just like your mother! I will ruin you! You can't escape me!" James was screaming at her, as the EMT's took him away with a marshal in tow.

Mary hadn't moved. Stan walked back into the room. "Bobby is alright, he is conscious. EMT's are taking him to hospital to be safe...Eleanor?" Stan walked over, wrapping an arm around the woman who was now shaking. "Come on, it's over, let's go." Danny from the Vegas Witsec office walked in.

"Stan, you weren't kidding about needing backup?" Danny walked over, shaking Stan's hand. "I can't believe you took down James Shannon, he has been on the FBI wanted list for twenty five years."

"This guy is our new best friend. He has agreed to give us evidence to take Shannon down. We need his safety ensured." Stan knew Danny for years and knew he could trust this man. "We know there are moles in the witsec. We don't know who yet. You need to be cautious with him or we are screwed."

"Understood, you coming with me?"

"Yeah, Eleanor and I will go with you to the hospital. We need to check in Inspector Dershowitz and I want to hear what our new friend has to say." Stan looked over at Marshall. "You ok here?"

"Yeah, fine." Marshall gave Stan a nod, looking back over to Mary, who still hadn't moved an inch. Everyone left, leaving Marshall and Mary alone. Mary's resolve finally broke, knowing they were alone and she sunk to her knees sobbing. Marshall ran over, wrapping his arms around her holding her while she cried.

Marshall silently got her to her feet, leading her out of the chapel to their rental car. He drove them to the hotel he had booked for when this was over, having already moved their luggage there before he went to the chapel. They walked into the Venetian, making their way to the suite. Mary just let Marshall guide her. As soon as they were in the suite, he locked the door, guiding her to the bathroom. He filled up the bathtub with hot water and bubble bath. He stripped them out of their clothes and pulled her into the bathtub with him. She sat between his legs, her back to his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. After a few minutes, the tension slowly poured out of her body. "Mare...please say something, anything. You are starting to scare me with the silence."

"He had been watching me, all my life." She rested her head back on his shoulder and nuzzled her face against his. "He said, he saw me for prom, graduation, my mistake marriage to Mark...Jesus...he thinks that makes him know me." She sobbed. "He really didn't think I would shoot him." She paused, thinking over the events of the day. "Am I horrible for being able to do it?"

Marshall shook his head, holding her tighter. "No. God no..." He paused. "That man was your father, but in biology only. He doesn't know you or you him. You have absolutely no obligation to that man."

"We still don't know who he actually is..." Mary was exhausted, but her mind was replaying today's events over and over.

"Stan will find out. Thanks to your rather impressive negotiation...we have someone in custody, who is willing to spill on James Shannon." He kissed her cheek. "We will get him, more importantly, you don't have to have anything else to do with that man."

Mary nodded. "Let's get out of here, before we both prune." Marshall laughed. The both slipped robes on and ordered room service. "Do you still want to marry me tomorrow?"

Marshall looked at her shocked. "Yes...of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Wasn't sure, with everything that happened, if you were having second thoughts or wanted to wait, till you could have your family here." Her voice was quiet.

"As I have said before and I am sure will need to say again." He put his finger under her chin, nudging her face up so she looked at him. "I just want you." She smiled. After dinner, exhaustion hit and they both went to bed.

Morning came too quickly, the light filling the suite. Marshall rolled over, expecting to wrap an arm around Mary but finding the bed empty. He sat up, seeing a note on her pillow.

Marshall,
Thank you for taking care of me last night. I love you. I know I don't say it enough but I do. Didn't want to curse us already. I will be with Eleanor, I will see you later.
Love,
Mary

Marshall smiled falling back on the bed, anxious to see her again.

Mary was in Eleanor's room eating breakfast. "Thank you, for saving me." Eleanor was looking gratefully at Mary, who looked thrown by the sentiment.

"Nothing to thank me for, we wouldn't of let anything happen to you." They looked at each other, silently acknowledging the fact that blood or not they were family. "How are you doing? Yesterday had to rattle you."

"I'm alright." Eleanor paused, knowing she could say this to Mary and not Stan. "After Tom died, there was a time that I would have welcomed death. Yesterday...my mind just kept screaming, please no." Mary nodded, knowing exactly what the woman meant.

"Stan would not have been good, if anything happened to you." Mary smiled, knowing her boss was head over heels for the woman. Happily it made Eleanor blush. "See...right there, knew it!"

"Oh hush." Eleanor got up walking over to the dress bag. "I have been dying to see this."

"You could have looked. It's bad luck for Marshall to see it, not you." Mary snorted.

"Still surprises me, that you believe in those superstitions." Eleanor looked at the woman who a year ago, she never would have pictured them to be where they are now.

"I don't...BUT with my luck as of late, I am not taking any chances." Both woman laughed.

"Good point." Eleanor unzipped the dress bag, pulling the dress out. "Wow...Mary, it is gorgeous." Mary smiled, looking at the dress she fell in love with at first sight. The dress was strapless off white, with a black trim on the bodice. The back had black satin ties for a corset look. The dress fell perfectly to her feet, but had a slit in the front to show off her legs as she walked. She knew the second she saw this that Marshall would love her in it. "Alright, let us get you dolled up." Mary rolled her eyes, but got up to get ready.

The wedding was at noon, which was Marshall's choice. He wanted high noon, she laughed when he asked, but it was appropriate. They were to be married on the bridge at the Venetian, also know as the bridge over the square or Ponte al di Piazza. It was over the myriad of canals that filled the Hotel. They kept it small, just the five of them. Marshall and Bobby were at the center of the bridge with the Minister, the hotel had arranged a photographer there to video tape and take pictures. It was ten minutes to show time. Marshall was anxiously willing time to speed up to see Mary, Bobby was smiling watching Marshall pace.

Stan knocked on the bridal room door and poked his head in with his eyes closed. "Everyone decent?"

Eleanor laughed. "Stanley, you can open your eyes. Mary should be out in a second."

"You look lovely." Stan walked over and kissed her.

"You look pretty good yourself. A tux suits you." Eleanor smiled, she loved this man and she never thought she would love another.

"How are we timewise? Marshall is pacing..." Stan didn't finish his sentence, as he saw Mary step out of the dressing area. "Wow...you look, gorgeous Inspector." Mary smiled, blushing slightly. "Marshall is going to be struck speechless, which we know is hard for him." Eleanor and Mary laughed hard. "All set?" Stan offered her his arm, which Mary gladly took.

"Eleanor." Mary smiled at the woman. "Lead the way." Eleanor nodded, stepping out of the room and cuing the wedding planner to start the music.

As soon as the music started, Marshall stopped pacing. He and Bobby took their places and saw Eleanor walk up first, standing opposite Bobby. Marshall stopped breathing as his eyes took in the sight of Mary. 'I don't think I have ever seen anything, so beautiful.' Mary smiled at him, her arm still holding Stan's as he walked her closer to Marshall. Stan handed Mary to Marshall and then stood beside Eleanor.

The Minister started the ceremony, but both were lost in each other. Their eyes never leaving the others, as they repeated their vows after the minister, neither realizing that the ceremony was almost over. "I now pronounce you man and wife." They both grinned and Marshall swept Mary into his arms, giving her an earth shattering kiss.

Bobby, Stan and Eleanor clapped, congratulating them as they finally came up for air. Pictures were taken and finally they said their goodbyes as Marshall whisked her away to their suite.