Author: SnerkyOne PM
How does Mary react when Marshall finally makes his move?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Chapters: 10 - Words: 13,326 - Reviews: 100 - Favs: 73 - Follows: 55 - Updated: 03-27-09 - Published: 08-17-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4481253
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Chapter 1: Running Away
One in the morning, and there she was, sitting on the hood of her piece-of-shit car by the side of the highway, trying to figure out her next move. A few supposedly well-meaning guys had stopped to ask if she needed help, but the look on her face – along with the flash of the gun under her jacket – had sent them scrambling back to their cars, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Not that she particularly wanted to be left alone with her thoughts, given that her brain seemed hell-bent on replaying what had happened earlier at the courthouse. She'd been in the middle of a conversation with Dershowitz when Marshall had mumbled something about them having to go, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the nearest stairwell. Before she'd had a chance to ask what the hell his problem was, he'd started kissing her and she'd momentarily lost her ability to think, let alone argue.
She had not, however, lost her ability to make spectacularly bad decisions it seemed. Instead of pushing him away and kicking his ass for pulling such a bone-headed move, she'd grabbed a fistful of his shirt, shoved him against the door, and gone at him like she was auditioning for a part in Debbie does Albuquerque.
Which would have quickly turned into Mary does Marshall had some hapless civil servant not tried to duck into the stairway, hoping to steal a quick smoke, and sent them both tumbling to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.
Mortified at her own behavior, she'd scrambled away, intent on putting some distance between herself and her partner. Once she'd managed to get back to her feet, she'd taken one look at him, still sprawled on the floor and looking thoroughly stunned, and she'd done the only thing she knew how to do.
She had run.
That had been over five hours ago. She'd driven around aimlessly for a while, trying to clear her head and come up with some kind of game plan, when her car had puttered up and died, leaving her stranded out in the middle of nowhere, which had led to her current predicament.
She knew she'd have to get someone to come pick her up eventually. Unfortunately, her choices were somewhat limited. She refused to call Raph or Brandi. Her mother was also out of the question, given that she was probably passed out on the couch by now. Which left her with...
She was not calling her partner.