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To the End of the Earth

Flying bullets

Marshall dropped down onto the bed with a loud sigh before turning onto his stomach and burying his face into the pillow. They had driven all day and with trying to keep Hannah occupied while also keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, had been exhausting.

"You want to take a shower?" Mary questioned, lowering herself carefully down beside him.

"No." His reply was muffled by the pillow.

"You realize I'm the one that's seven months pregnant, right?" She said, one of her hands starting to slowly move up and down his back. "I'm the one that's meant to be too tired to move."

He turned his head only enough to look at her with one eye. "You spend all your time insisting that pregnancy doesn't slow you down or stop you from doing anything…You can't have it both ways."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm just saying…"

"Saying what?"

"That I'm worried about you."

He sat up. "Mary…"

"You're stressed out…You're pushing yourself too hard." She squeezed the tensed muscles in his shoulders. "I get that you want to protect us but we don't need you to run yourself into the ground during the first week."

He let his head fall back and moaned quietly as she used both hands to massage. "I don't want what happened last time to happen again…"

"I know but we don't even know if we're still in danger."

He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. "But we could be."

She sighed and wrapped her arm around his back, laying her head on his shoulder. "This is why I need you not to run yourself into the ground."

"I know you're right." He agreed. "I'll try but I just keep remembering how hard it was last time…"

"I know…Me too." She took on his hands with her free on, linking their fingers together. "But it's different this time….For one, I'm not trying to plot to get rid of you."

"Yeah, that was pretty annoying." He told her. "Don't do that again…"

"Like it would work." She rolled her eyes. "You can't take a hint."

He grinned. "I knew you needed me."

"Did not." She answered and he just raised an eyebrow. "What? I can look after myself…"

"Whatever you say."

"But for the record, I'm glad you stuck around." She leaned across to kiss him.

"There was nowhere else I'd rather be." He led back again and pulled her down with him.

"Even after the bullets started flying?" She rested her chin on his chest to look up at him.

He brushed her hair back from her face. "Especially then."

Marshall had fallen silent hours ago; at first he had tried to provoke Mary into talking with random trivia but for once it didn't work. He knew he would have to fight her to stay and he was willing to do it. He was sure she would back down eventually but it would probably take a while. He was actually flattered that she wanted to protect him but it still didn't change his mind.

"It's getting late." Mary finally broke the silence. "We should stop for the night soon."

Marshall nodded. "What about dinner? Do you want to grab something before we find somewhere to sleep?"

"If you want." She muttered, pulling off the highway.

Marshall sighed quietly, it was going to be a long night and he knew he would have to keep a close eye on her.

They found a small diner and although Marshall wanted anything but a greasy burger, that's what they both ordered. It was cheap and they both knew the money had would not last long. They had stopped in Missouri liked Marshall had suggested to change cars. They went to a used car dealership and Mary managed to charm the salesman into selling them silver 1995 Ford Taurus Sedan for 2000 dollars, 650 dollars under the asking price. Marshall still wanted to change cars a few more times just to be safe but he knew it would cost them.

"We should get out of here…" He said, noticing that two of the waitresses were looking at them.

"What's your rush?" Mary asked, still eating her burger. "Some documentary on the TV you don't want to miss."

"They're watching us." He nodded to the counter.

Mary turned and as she did, the two girls quickly got back to work. She rolled her eyes and returned to her food. "God, Marshall relax…They're teenage girls…They're probably gossiping about something…or hey, maybe a miracle has happened and they have a crush on you."

"Still…something doesn't feel right." He ignored the insult.

"Fine." She pushed herself to her feet. "If it'll make you feel better."

"It will." Marshall replied, following her back to the car.

The first motel they stopped at told them there were no more rooms available and while Mary talked to the guy behind the check in desk, Marshall stayed back and observed. Just like in the diner, Marshall had an uneasy feeling. He told himself he was just being paranoid, that they had driven for over 24 hours all the way from New Mexico through to Wisconsin without any problems. There was no way of them being traced or the people after them knowing where they were headed.

"Come on…I got a name of a place 5 minutes from here." Mary told Marshall, grabbing his arm and pulling him along with her.

"Maybe we should just keep driving…" He suggested as they got back into the car.

"The plan was to stop in Wisconsin for the night."

"I know…"

"I want to sleep in a normal bed." She claimed. "And then tomorrow we'll talk about what's next."

"But…"

"Marshall, can you just drop it?" She asked frustrated. "I promise you, I'm not going to ditch you in the middle of the night."

"Okay, fine but if this next place doesn't feel right, we're not staying." Marshall agreed against his gut feeling.

"Whatever."

They drove in silence and thankfully the motel was easy to find. When Mary stopped the engine and got out the car, she was surprised that Marshall didn't follow her.

"You're not coming?" She leaned back into the car.

"I'm going to make a call."

"A call?" She repeated. "Are you insane?"

"It's a burn phone, Mare…I'm not stupid."

"You better know what you're doing." She warned. "I'll be right back."

Marshall watched go inside before reaching into the back for the backpack. He pulled out one of the many phones he had brought and dialed the number for his friend who had help get him the IDs and the money. He would love to call Stan or his family but he knew it was too dangerous. He had considered going to his Dad for help but could not risk dragging his family into this mess and getting them hurt.

His friend was a guy called Nathan Hobbs and within an hour of Marshall calling and telling him the situation, he had everything he needed. Nathan had been in the army for years and Marshall knew he was involved in a lot of top secret mission but knew better then to ask about it. They had met after Nathan had left the army and briefly worked with FBI. It had also been the same case that Marcus had worked on and the three of them became friends, so he knew Nathan was perfect guy who would be able to pass on information about the case. Marshall had earned a favor when Nathan was working on an undercover operation; he had been concerned about his family so Marshall had taken three weeks' vacation time and acted as security until Nathan returned. He always told Marshall that if there was anything he needed then to just call him…Marshall now intended on collecting and he just hoped he was right to trust him.

The phone call was brief, Marshall getting enough information to start to worry. He thanked his friend and quickly left the car, heading inside to find Mary but she exited as he was halfway across the parking lot.

"I got us one room…"

"What did you tell them?" Marshall questioned, looking past to an employee who had followed her out and was stood watching them from the doorway.

"Just that we needed a room."

"We need to go…" He pulled her back over the car.

"But I just paid 80 bucks…"

"Mare, just get in the car…"

"What the hell is going on?!" She asked but did as she was told, climbing into the driver's seat and was surprised when he didn't protest.

"I'll tell you later…" He replied. "Just drive."

She sighed and started the engine. Marshall turned in his seat to look behind them and saw that the employee had disappeared. He grabbed the bag again and started searching through it.

"Where am I driving too?" Mary asked.

"Anywhere away from here." He answered.

He found what he was looking for and as he turned to sit forward, he noticed a car right behind them. He paused for a few seconds, just watching it and saw that they increased their speed to get even closer.

"Hey, Mare…You know I'm always telling you not to speed?"

"Oh don't start that again…I'm not even going the limit."

"No, Mare…you need to do it."

"Do what?"

"Drive like you've stolen it." He told her, returning to his seat and adjusted the mirror so he could watch the car behind them.

"What?"

"Floor it." He ordered when he the passenger leaned out of their window.

A second later there was a shot fired and the back window shattered.

"Fuck!" Mary cursed, as the car swerved and she tried to right it.

"Just keep driving." Marshall told her, rolling down his own window.

"Like you need to tell me that!" She snapped, pushed the car as fast as it would and thanked god that there was almost no other traffic on the road. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Marshall was leaning out of his window with his own gun, taking aim. He fired one shoot and then another.

Mary took her eyes off the road for a second to look in the mirror to watch the car behind spinning out of control. Unlike them, Marshall had aimed at their tires, hitting the mark twice and effectively stopping them. She was about to praise him for his quick thinking when another shot caused her jump and she almost crashed the car when she heard Marshall cry out.

"Marshall?!"

"I'm fine…" He dropped back into his seat. "Keep going."

She glanced across to see him clutching his bicep and blood running down his arm.

"You're bleeding!"

"It'll be worse if you slow down and they catch up with us." He told her. "Just keep going."

"Where the hell did they come from?" She asked. "How did they know we were here?"

"You're photo is on the news." He answered. "That's why we were being watched at the diner…and I'm guessing why we couldn't rent a room at the first motel…One of them must have tipped of the FBI and your friends."

"Some friends…" She muttered.

"Just get us out of here…as far away as possible."

"You need a hospital."

"It's nothing….a flesh wound…I've had worse."

"Got another water bottle trick we can use?"

"I'll be fine." He assured her. "Just drive."

Mary traced the scar on his right arm…It was jagged and large from where he didn't get proper medical treatment. Looking at it was always a reminder of that night, something that she wished she could forget.

"You know what's different about now?" Marshall said, knowing what she was thinking about and wanted to make her feel better.

"What?"

"We're married." He smiled, pulling her closer and kissing her softly. "We can do this."

She returned the smile and let him kiss her again. She sank into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her. She had discovered a while ago that there was no other place she felt safer then when he was holding her.

TBC

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