(Here's the next chapter, a little bit of WITSEC mixed in just to prove I didn't forget she had a job ;) I'm sorry if it's boring, but next chapter will hopefully have you giggling or cussing, whatever my fanfiction does to you haha! Please comment, but most of all enjoy! Thank you to all of my recurring and new readers!)

"Mary why don't you figure out what's goin on, I can take these two, you should really-

"No! I am taking this case, this is my case, Stan gave it to me, I'm taking it!" She slammed the trash bin to the floor, wiping her mouth again.

"I don't-

"Marshall, it's fine, I just got myself a little too worked up over the Mark situation, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my own witnesses, are you really going to debate me on this?" she replied defensively, her face twisting into an expression of disbelief.

"Mare, I know you are completely capable, I am not dissing your ability as a WITSEC inspector, I'm worried about your health, there has to be a reason for- for this!"

"We can talk about it later; I have to get back to my witnesses!"

Meanwhile Delia sat in her office chair, watching the whole thing unravel,

"Mary? You don't think I'm right? Do you?" she asked, her giggles ceasing.

"Mind your own business Delia! I can't be pregnant, that's an absolutely ridiculous notion and both of you know it! Now quit overthinking this! The fact is I spewed, it's done, it won't happen again! History! End of story! Now go back to your computers Mr. And Mrs. Know-it-all!"

"Whatever." She smiled, her eyes glancing back at the computer screen.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone, but here's the deal, as soon as you are done with them, you're going home, no discussion Mary!"

"Don't treat me like a baby, I know my limits just because I just so happen to be wearing your ring now will not change the way I do my job."

"Alright, I'll back off, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yeah, get me some tums." She shot back, entering the conference room again.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" Mary asked, "I'm Inspector Shannon, I am in charge of your case, if you need anything or have any WITSEC related questions, please don't hesitate to call me- or my partner, our phone numbers have been programmed into your cellphones already. In witness protection there are a few main rules, first, you are in no way allowed to contact anyone from your old life, friends, family, none of them. By entering the program you agree to keep a low profile, no pictures in the newspaper or publicity of your life of any variety. Lastly, you have to completely erase your past; you cannot work in any specialized profession that can connect you to a former life- Mary rattled off the plethora of other witsec rules- "Now, would you like to take a look at the Witsec Memorandum of Understanding? Or do you think you have the basics down?"

"Sure, where do we sign?" she asked, speaking for both of them and as it seemed that;s how it always worked.

"Here, here and here." Mary pointed to the spaces for them to sign,

"If you'll follow- she gulped- me." Mary hopped up, quickly regretting it. "We'll get you all settled into your new place-

"Will there be cable?"

"Yes, but it's basic, no Showtime, HBO or Cinemax."

"So no fun channels?" he asked with such a ridiculously serious expression on his face you could have mistaken him for a daytime soap actor.

Mary turned around to take a better look at the boy beginning to get on her nerves.

"Let me get this straight. You're more worried about what you'll have to watch on television than about the guidelines of the rest of your life, or- or the safety of your mother?" she pointed to the woman standing beside him.

"Woah, that's nasty Inspector! She ain't my old lady!" he shot back, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as if to prove it.

"We're together! I thought you knew that!" The witness squeaked.

Mary did her best to hide the look of disgust in her expression, raising her eyebrows in sudden curiosity.

"I apologize, I wasn't-

"Don't worry about it! I see the disapproving look in your eyes, it's the same one in every one else's. Maybe it's inappropriate to have the relationship I have with one of my former student's but-

"Wait, hold on a sec! You brought your former student into witness protection with you? You took him away from his parents!"

"I'm eighteen inspector, an adult, who are you to judge?"

"I'm not judging- you know what? I'm not even getting into this! Follow me." Leading them from the room, Mary stopped in front of Marshall's desk, rubbing her right eye with her index finger, looking down at her feet; she waited until she felt his eyes on her,

"Yes?"

"You're gonna have to drive." She mumbled as she attempted to make the room quit spinning.

"Gotchya, would you like me to bring the trash-

"FORGET ABOUT THE PUKING!" she yelled, flinging her bag over her shoulder again, stomping toward the doors. "Come with me!" she gestured to her witnesses as she pushed open the doors to the witsec office. "Get on the elevator." She ordered, suddenly feeling in need of a gigantic cup of coffee, but the need quickly went away when she realized that would probably only make her feel worse.

"Ummm." The woman hesitated, her hand to her own stomach,

"What?" Mary asked angrily, turning around once again to face the two people she had already began to scorn,

"Elevators make me sick, would you mind?" the lady questioned,

"Oh God damn…" Mary whispered under her breath, "MARSHALL!" she called, holding the elevator doors open with her foot.

"Coming, I'm coming. What do you need?" he asked curiously. It was never, 'what do you want', it was always 'what do you need', he never questioned her with the underlying tone that only made her feel like she was using him, it never seemed like he thought he was just doing her a favor, but as if she was always in need of something, when in fact it was something so simple like,

"Can you escort these two down the stairs? I'm so tired, I can barely keep my eyes-

"No problem- he turned to face her witnesses, "Now if you two will follow me, I'll bring you to your rental, I'll explain what you'll be doing and program the G.P.S to your new address." He smiled, gently placing his hand on their shoulders to lead them in the direction of the stair well, while Mary stepped fully into the elevator.

She sighed in relief as the doors closed and she was alone. Tears ran down her cheeks, not sure why they were falling in the first place she wiped them away, sniffing a little to stop her nose from running.

"This can't be happening." She stuttered in disbelief, taking in a few more mouthfuls of air. She wiped at the last few stray tears on her face and the doors opened again, tapping her foot she awaited Marshall and her witnesses at the bottom of the stairs.

Mary followed them out to their car, but yet again left Marshall to instruct them, while she disappeared to the other side of the parking lot, feeling bouts after bouts of nausea brewing in her stomach. She left the passenger side door of Marshall's S.U.V wide open, letting the cool air wash over her as she reclined slightly in the seat. She closed her eyes for only a few moments, but woke up belted in, gliding smoothly across the highway, the pair she was supposed to be protecting riding their tail.

"I knew you needed the rest, so I didn't bother waking you." He smirked.

"Thank you." She responded meekly.

Marshall's expression hardened, now apparently worried, he took one hand from the wheel to place on Mary's leg, still an unusual gesture between the two of them,

"Are you sure you're okay? Listen Mare, don't believe Delia, we've been careful, there is no way you're pregnant." He said reassuringly, the statement seeming more directed to himself than to her.

"That's the thing Marshall, I think I am!" Her eyes glistened, the corners of her mouth turning upward to reveal an annoyed grin, a contradiction in and of itself, because it reinforced how serious she was. It was one of those expressions that could only be made serious if it was on Mary's face.

His hand moved back to the wheel,

"Really?" he asked his eyebrows rising.

"Think about it doofus, I'm late, I'm nauseous, I'm dizzy-

"Not to mention your breasts are engorged and your feet are swollen…"

Mary looked at him, her mouth half open,

"What, I'm a guy we notice those things…" he replied innocently.

"What are we going to do?" she asked he voice raising in pitch.

Marshall took a deep breath in, fooling her into believing he was calm,

"We are going to get your witnesses settled, go back to the office, file any paper work we can and then we can head over to a drug store, annddd pick you up a pregnancy test."

"God, I never thought I'd have to pee on two sticks in one year!" she whined her head hitting the back of the head rest.

Marshall was silent for the rest of the car ride and Mary noticed he was just as pale as she was by the time they were through with her witnesses. They both reiterated that their cellphones were never off and one of them would always be available and then they left.

By the time they were home, Norah had been fed and changed, ready to go down for the night. Mark tried to explain himself to Marshall, but Mr. Mann stopped him, stating,

"Some other time." He took Norah into his arms and closed the door behind Mark. Marshall felt a feeling of calm wash over him as his daughter snuggled into his chest, her eyes fighting to stay open. He was kind of disappointed once she fell asleep, having wanted nothing but to play with her all day. Marshall stopped himself multiple times in the next twenty minutes, biting his nails and shaking his legs while he sat on the couch, waiting for Mary to reappear.

"Marshall!" she called, her head popping out from the bathroom door frame, but quickly popping back in fast enough so he couldn't catch a glimpse at her expression.

He walked slowly down the hallway, Norah still in his arms, he stepped onto the cold tile in the bathroom, his bare feet pressing firmly to the ground. Slowly his eyes made their way to the basin of the kitchen sink where the piece of plastic lay there, a clear symbol embellishing it's digital screen,

"Is that?" his brow furrowed as he adjusted the snoozing baby in his arms, doing his best to stay steady enough not to wake her.

"That's right Marshall, you knocked me up."

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