A/N: So I've been wanting to do this idea for a long time now. There is no real timeline and I do not own In Plain Sight
Marshall, Marshall Man
Mary walked through the elevator and entered the pin. She had forgotten the file she wanted to take home to look at and had quickly returned back to the office. She and Marshall had been alone working on some last minute issues on a case. As Mary walked in, Marshall was blasting music from his laptop and was dancing around singing loudly and obnoxiously.
"Marshall, Marshall Maaaaann. I wanna be a…Marshall Maaaaann!"
Mary hid a laugh behind her hand and chuckled to herself, not wanting to interrupt.
"Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum…Marshall Maaaaann!"
"Honestly?" Mary finally spoke up.
"How…how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough," Mary headed towards her desk, "So, what's your excuse for that?"
Marshall grinned, "Everyone wants to be a Marshall Maaaann!"
"You're just jealous."
"Of what? Your pathetic little white-boy chess-club president dance moves?"
"Very funny," Marshall rolled his eyes, "Of my Marhsall Mann awesomeness."
"Oh, is that what you call it? You know, most medical professionals would say it's a mental disability but whatever keeps you going, Marsh."
"You are jealous!"
"Shut up," Mary rolled her eyes, grabbed the file, and headed to the door, "See you tomorrow, Marshall, Marshall Maaaann."
"I wanna be a…Marshall Maaaan!"
Mary rolled her eyes and headed back to the elevator, leaving Marshall to his dancing.
"Marshall, Marshall Maaaaann…I wanna be a…Marshall Maaaann!"
"And he's considered one of our finest Marshalls?" Mary hissed under her breath as she shut the elevator door.