(I have resurrected this fic! MWAHAHAHA! I hope you all like the update- I'm a little rusty writing this one, so the update might not necessarily be up to par, but I'm sure the next on will be better!)

"Mary! What the hell did you do to your witness?!" Her chief slammed his fist on his desk.

"Okay, Stan, can you be a little more specific- I mean-

"This isn't funny Mary! Your job is not to tell your witnesses that their lifestyle is immoral, it's not to threaten them with your authority-

"What are you talking about?!" Mary asked, shaking her head, glancing behind the shades to see if Marshall could tell Stan was angry.

"I'm talking about Lindsey and Carl Shepherd! –

"I handled the WITSEC issue Stanley; I don't see what the problem is!" she argued back.

-Yeah, you handled the WITSEC issue, there was no threat, there was no reason for you to get into their personal life Mary, I mean, jeez, what about being professional?"

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." She replied flatly, but Stan continued anyway.

She didn't remember the last time Chief McQueen had went on this sort of tirade about her behavior, in fact she wasn't even sure he had ever wet on this sort of tirade about her behavior.

"I am damn sure my other colleagues would suspend an Inspector who demonstrated this sort of unprofessionalism and ignorance…

He kept going, but she honestly couldn't pay attention, she felt funny, absolutely out of character. She rubbed at her neck, wiped at her mouth, chewed on her thumbnail, did anything but listen to Stan. It was easier to be reamed by Marshall, at least she knew after he yelled he would be slightly apologetic. Stan would shy away from her for the rest of the day, avoid her at all costs, why could she not handle this? What was wrong with her? This had never made her upset before why was it starting now, this was a usual part of the job. A scolding by Stan meant you were doing something right. Now, it just meant, controlling her pulse and holding her hand over her mouth so he couldn't see the messy hormonal casserole she had become.

…And if I were in my right- Mary are you crying?" Stan looked at her curiously, his mouth slightly agape.

"No…" she sniffed, wiping away the tears that had threatened for the past ten minutes to fall that were finally falling.

"Why are you crying? I'm just telling you."

Mary sobs reverberated off of the walls, making them louder than they actually were and a long, loud pounding on the door that had to be Marshall ensued.

Stan rushed over to unlock the door, and Marshall came exploding in,

"Mary? What's going on? Are you-

"SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!" she hollered, "I am fine! I'm just—

Stan grabbed her by the shoulder,

"I'm sorry Mary, I didn't-

"Shut up! I'm pregnant, I'm not having a breakdown, I'm—Jesus Christ!" She sat down in the nearest chair, "I'll take care of the God Damn Shepherds, now both of you leave me alone!" She jumped up, brushing past both of the men, leaving them staring blankly at each other.

"Sooo, she's pregnant…" Stan began, smiling like an idiot with his arms crossed, switching from his tip toes to his heels.

"Shut up Stan." Marshall said, running out the door as well.

"Mary?!" But she was already gone.

xxx

"Listen, I know I was… ugh, rude, but-

"You were rude! I have to leave." Lindsey Shepherd grabbed her bag from her couch and threw it over her shoulder.

"What? Where are you going?" she questioned, stepping in front of the exit.

"I have an appointment!"

"Where the hell is Carl?"

"He's at that shitty job you so kindly got for him, I'm not pulling him out of his first day so he can accompany me to an ultrasound, they weren't too thrilled with his bandaged arm either, so that would have been strike two!"

"Wow, 'shitty' huh? Is that teacher talk you're using, 'cause I'm a little confused." Mary replied sarcastically.

"Mary, I'm already late, please." She begged.

"You can't go alone!"

"And who's going to go with me? You? Yeah, we'd really get along…" Lindsey spat, shoving her gently to the side.

"Just hear me out, yeah this whole baby thing with your former student, I don't like it. I'm never going to accept it. I'm sorry, but you shouldn't be going to these appointments these life changing checkups without someone by your side. It doesn't matter who it is- believe me, I've done it all by myself, and I'm relieved to finally have someone by my side… You don't have to like me, I'm just here to keep you safe, but let me at least bring you. Because whether or not I like it, your baby, is my witness too." Mary adjusted her jacket, as she stared back at her witness.

"After you Inspector." Lindsey said flatly, holding open the door for the U.s Marshal to walk through.

"Who's your doctor?" Mary asked politely, as they turned out of the Shepherds driveway.

"Doctor Reese."

She stopped the car,

"There is a clinic that's so much better…" Mary lied.

"No no, I already have the appointment scheduled, and I've heard she's really good!"

Mary fidgeted in her seat, gnawing on her bottom lip, of all security breaches, this one was the most ridiculous, either she convinced Lindsey to attend another office, or she risked Dr. Reese blowing her cover. This could put her in danger, the most stupid thing was going to put her in danger. She took out her phone.

"Marshall, we have the potential mother of all security breaches, no pun intended."

"Mary what are you talking about?" Lindsey yelled,

"Marshall, we're gonna need Delia to take care of this one. I'll explain why when I get back." Mary sighed, "Change of plans, my good friend- she nearly choked on the words- Delia is going to take you to your appointment, sound good?" She turned to her witness.

Technicalities, Mary thought.