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For the rest of the week, Mary 'bumped' into Jefferson at every conceivable place. She was frustrated that the man wouldn't take a clue, she wasn't interested and she wouldn't be either.
Tuesday night, she had walked into the supermarket to get baby essentials when she almost ran Jefferson over with the shopping cart as she rounded a corner. She excused herself with a scowl almost immediately after he apologized for getting in her way and offering to buy her coffee.
Wednesday for lunch, Delia and Mary had stopped to get the lunch special at a whole in the wall taco place. They had a buy one taco get the second taco free, Mary wouldn't pass an opportunity for a free meal, ever. She was about to pay when a man's hand reached over her with a twenty on it, she grasped the hand and pulled it back as she turned to encounter blue eyes. She loved free food, but not coming from the detective. She took out her money and paid for her food, leaving a Delia staring after her with opened mouth surprise.
Thurday morning, she hurriedly pushed open the swinging door and walked into the coffee shop, bumping into Jefferson, causing him to pour hot coffee down his shirt. She smirked and moved around him, cutting in front of several patrons that shot irritating looks her way. The barista knew her well enough to know her choice of coffee for the week. She left a Jefferson staring after her with a scowl on his face, she shrugged and walked out.
On Friday afternoon, after she had gone on a witness visit, a visit that had taken longer because the witness' teenage daughter refused to stay in at night. Mary had yelled and reprimanded both mother and daughter, until she was hoarse. Delia had accompanied her since they were now partners, they had stopped at her witness first. Later after the yelling match with her witness and daughter, they had gone over to Delia's witness. That visit had been a short one, the witness and his wife were fairly new to WITSEC and still afraid, which meant that they wouldn't be getting into any trouble in the immediate future.
They walked into a Mexican restaurant for a really late lunch, according to Mary's growling stomach. Settled in a booth, Delia looked around the restaurant, she had learned from the best to always be on alert for anyone and everyone. When her eyes landed on a man sitting on a stool by the counter she gave him an appraising look, then smiled and turned to Mary, "Hey, isn't that your boyfriend?"
Mary frowned and looked over at where Delia had pointed and saw Jefferson hitting on the waitress, as if he felt her gaze he turned and his blue eyes locked with her green. She rolled her eyes at him and looked back at Delia, "Let's get out of here; I think I've seen enough of him over the week."
Delia laughed and followed Mary, standing and moving around the restaurant towards the front door, Jefferson saw them move and he hastily moved their way, he blocked Mary's way before she reached the front door, she looked up at him and growled, "I suggest you move out of the way detective, wouldn't want to embarrass you."
"Come on, Mary, my treat for you and the pretty Delia here," he offered as he refused to budge, Delia shook her head with a hidden smile because she knew what was coming. She hadn't worked with Mary for as long as she had without learning not be get in her way.
Mary walked up real close to him and looked him up and down, as if checking him out, as soon as she was a breath away she looked into his blue eyes and smirked, "Its Inspector Shannon, and I'd rather starve."
She managed to push him aside aggressively and turned as she opened the door and glared at the man.
Delia drove them back to the Sunshine building, both now starving but Mary had refused to go anywhere else, she was looking out the side of the car window when she muttered under her breath, "I think he's stalking me."
"Why would you think that?" Delia asked curiously, trying to gauze her reaction.
"I don't believe in coincidences, and I've 'bumped' into him at every establishment I've been this week," she said distractedly.
"You're right, now that you've said that, he was at that taco place we went to on Wednesday," now Delia was more curious and concerned. "Maybe he just likes you and he found out with someone about your favorite hang outs."
"Huh, someone like…Detective Chaffee?" she asked sarcastically.
"Uh…I guess, she did try to set you up on that dinner party, which she didn't invite me to," she said with a mock pout, trying to get Mary out of the funk she fell into with Jefferson's presence.
Mary just laughed and got off the car when Delia parked in the parking lot, they strolled into the building going straight for the vending machines when they went into the building. Both armed with vending machine sandwiches and drinks they made their way up into their floor.
Marshall was making himself a coffee when he heard the elevator door open, he turned and he saw them both carrying the vending machine sandwiches and drinks, he frowned and walked over to them.
"I'm telling you, if I see that douche anytime this weekend, I'm shooting him in the ass," Mary threatened angrily.
"That only means you would have a ton of paperwork you aren't ready to handle for discharging your weapon," laughing commented Delia as she opened the wrapper of her sandwich.
"At this point, I don't care," she muttered through sandwich bites as she saw Marshall approach, she didn't spare him a glance as she took another bite of her turkey sandwich on rye.
"Anything I should be concerned about?" he asked as he approached their desk, a hand on his hip as the other held the Marshal's mug; he heard Mary's comment about shooting someone, which was a daily occurrence.
Delia looked over at Mary and saw that she was ignoring them as she was attacking her sandwich, she turned back to her Chief and sighed, "Uh…that new detective seems really interested in Mary. It seems that she's 'bumped' into him throughout the week at her favorite hang outs."
Mary grumbled under her breath, Delia and Marshall just turned to look at her, not understanding what she had uttered.
"Define 'bumped'," he asked as he walked closer to Mary's desk.
She didn't acknowledge him as she took her sandwich in her hands and started to walk away, but thought against it, with a frustrating sigh, "Just tell your cheerleader to call the hound back. I can find my own cowboys, thank you very much."
"What are you getting at? What does Abigail have to do with you 'bumping' into Jefferson?" now Marshall felt indignant for his fiancée, he put his mug down on her desk and glared at her.
"Getting at? Your girlfriend's boyfriend is practically stalking me!" she glared at him, throwing the rest of her sandwich in the trash, she had lost her appetite.
"Stalking you? He asked you out and you shot him down, at dinner the other night," he growled.
"Yes, stalking! I walk into a place and there he is right behind me a few minutes later. The first time, I thought it was just a coincidence, if I wasn't as good as I am, I would think he has someone trailing me or he's following me," she defended herself, running her fingers through her wind swept hair.
His frown deepened as he rubbed his chin and shook his head, "All week?"
"Yeah, all mother humping week. Keeps pestering me about going out with him," she sat heavily into her chair behind her desk and rested her head on her desk.
"Don't you think you would've noticed if someone was following you?" he asked curiously.
"Look Chief, I know he's not following me. I think he asked around and apparently I'm predictable," she muttered into her desk.
Marshall frowned and remembered a conversation he had with his fiancée a few weeks ago, right before the disastrous dinner party. She had quizzed him about Mary, anything and everything, he had answered all her questions because he thought he was being a good boyfriend. But after this little information he had enough.
He swirled around and stalked into his office, leaving a Delia with her mouth hanging open at the angry gaze she saw him sport before walking away.
Mary looked up, not having seen his expression and frowned over at Delia, "What's wrong with him?"
"I guess you hit the nail on the head," she guessed.
Mary nodded and growled, "The cheerleader."
All Delia could do was nod and turned to log into her computer, taking a bite from her own sandwich.
Marshall drove home after he had called his fiancée to meet him at home, he walked in and waited for her arrival.
Abigail walked in and immediately found him pacing the living room, she smiled, "Hey Honey Britches, don't you think it's a little early to play house?"
He stopped his pacing and turned slowly to glare at her, "Not really the reason I asked you to come home."
She was stunned at his attitude towards her, she crossed her arms and looked at him with a hurt look, "What's wrong?"
"You tell me, why the hell did you tell Detective Morris everything about Mary?" he accused with hands on hips as he continued to glare at her.
A panic expression crossed her features before she composed herself and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, Sugar…"
"Cut the crap, you drilled me about Mary a few weeks before the damn dinner party," he raised his voice loud enough to have her stepping back.
"Mar-Marshall, what exactly is this about? Me telling Jefferson things about Mary? Or the fact that he's pursuing her?" Abigail moved her hands to her hips now and glared back at him, accusation in her eyes.
Marshall rolled his eyes at her and growled pointing a finger at her, "Don't! Don't go there...You better call him and tell him to back the hell off my best-friend!"
He stalked away and she hurried behind him, "This discussion isn't over Marshall, do not walk out of this house!"
He swirled back to her when he reached the door, he snarled, "Stop telling me what to do! Don't expect me home tonight, I'll stay at a hotel."
The door opened and shut behind him, she stood staring at the empty space he had left behind, with opened mouth shock. He had never overreacted about a situation before, not even when she asked him to make her his priority.
TBC...Guest, you're right...Mary can be sarcastically polite...definitely changed the numbnuts to detective...lol...I love any suggestions you guys think this fic needs.