{FANFIC} Hey, Jealousy (Mary/Marshall)
Title: Hey, Jealousy
Author: fatherleary
Fandom: In Plain Sight-Mary/Marshall
Rating: PG
Summary: Mary finds out about Marshall's girlfriend.(Oneshot)
Author's Note: Had this the second I saw the preview for "High Priced Spread". Dedicated to my new friend Lex, who, if not for her being awesome and talking forever about IPS, I never would have gone over to the USA site to watch Fred interviews again and find the early posted gem that is the HPS preview. Anyways, I will, eventually, do a fic that either has Marshall thoughts or no inner monologue at all. I thought Mary would be harder to write for, although they're both difficult, turns out I was wrong. Enjoy :)
Mary walks up to the door of the office and motions to slide her card through the reader but stops, her eyes fixed on Marshall. He never pays much attention when she comes in, it’s a comfortable, normal thing that happens every day and Marshall has no reason to greet her every single one of them. But today he’s on the phone, smiling and…laughing. Mary’s face contorts; she presses her ear against the glass and listens to his muffled words,
“No, I know, last night was fantastic. If I can make it tonight you know I will. Of course.”
Mary lifts her head and runs her card through, taking long strides as she walks nonchalantly past Marshall’s desk.
“You-okay, that’s fine, tonight, bye.”
Marshall hangs up the phone before Mary reaches her desk and clears his throat. “Morning,”
“Yeah it is.” Mary catches him out of the corner of her eye and he rolls back in his chair to find a file, shying away.
What the hell is he doing? Since when does Marshall back down from my morning smart ass?
She pretends to look at papers as he goes along with his morning routine, trying to act like he doesn’t notice that her eyes haven’t left him. He gets up and walks over to the coffee pot, she’s up and standing behind him seconds later.
“Can I help you?”
Mary purses her lips together and shakes her head. She takes in a breath, “How was your night?”
Marshall pulls his coffee stirrer out of his mouth and cocks an eyebrow at her. “Fine.”
“Good, Good. Mine was good.”
He nods.
“Fantastic, really, of course. Tonight might even be the same.” She responds, emphasizing most of her words.
Marshall, with his eyebrow still cocked, takes a sip of his coffee. “Why of course?”
“Hmm?”
“You said of course.”
“Oh you know me; I’m just a boat load of fun.”
Marshall’s phone rings and they stop dead in their tracks. He’s staring at her like a deer in headlights; she’s got him just where she wants him. Mary takes advantage of his coffee filled hands and bumps into him, he jumps back from his own arms to avoid splatter and she comes to a stuttered stop at his desk.
She breathes for a second and puts on a sweet, lady like, southern accent, “Marshall Mann’s desk.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Mann can’t come to the phone right now…I can take a message, sure thing…You can’t make it tonight…class until eight.”
She looks at him with a smirk on her face, but his eyes are elsewhere.
“Well Mr. Mann didn’t tell me he was dating a student…a professor…well he’s not one to indulge us with his personal life,” She laughs but something inside has snapped and she can’t figure out what but she wants to hit something, something tall and thin and blue-eyed. “I’ll be sure to give him the message. Oh you, too. Bye, bye.”
So Marshall…has a girlfriend? When the hell did that happen?
“So your-“
“Mhh-hmm.” He states, a little more confident than he had been a minute ago.
“Right.”
This…job…it’s all he has. And now he’ll be lofty and distracted-some damn whore I’m sure of it. He’s not thinking straight…Why wouldn’t he just tell me? He wasn’t going to tell me he was leaving, why would he tell me about this…
Mary slinks back to her desk, and when Marshall gets back to his he looks up at her. “This isn’t going to be weird, is it?”
She smiles, No feelings. No feelings. ”Why would it be weird? I’m not the one banging some old broad.”
Marshall rolls his eyes, “It’s been going on for a couple weeks now, and nothing’s changed with work or-us.”
“Of course not, look, in the three years we’ve been partners I’ve never once heard you talk about a woman; to be honest I was getting a little worried you’d come strutting in here in leather shorts.”
“So you’re not going to bust my chops?”
“Hmm, maybe later.”
They sit in silence before Marshall raises a finger and says, “You know the meaning of busting one’s chops came from-“
Mary doesn’t look up, doesn’t skip a beat. ”Shut up.”
He wasn’t going to wait forever, Mary.
Author: fatherleary
Fandom: In Plain Sight-Mary/Marshall
Rating: PG
Summary: Mary finds out about Marshall's girlfriend.(Oneshot)
Author's Note: Had this the second I saw the preview for "High Priced Spread". Dedicated to my new friend Lex, who, if not for her being awesome and talking forever about IPS, I never would have gone over to the USA site to watch Fred interviews again and find the early posted gem that is the HPS preview. Anyways, I will, eventually, do a fic that either has Marshall thoughts or no inner monologue at all. I thought Mary would be harder to write for, although they're both difficult, turns out I was wrong. Enjoy :)
Mary walks up to the door of the office and motions to slide her card through the reader but stops, her eyes fixed on Marshall. He never pays much attention when she comes in, it’s a comfortable, normal thing that happens every day and Marshall has no reason to greet her every single one of them. But today he’s on the phone, smiling and…laughing. Mary’s face contorts; she presses her ear against the glass and listens to his muffled words,
“No, I know, last night was fantastic. If I can make it tonight you know I will. Of course.”
Mary lifts her head and runs her card through, taking long strides as she walks nonchalantly past Marshall’s desk.
“You-okay, that’s fine, tonight, bye.”
Marshall hangs up the phone before Mary reaches her desk and clears his throat. “Morning,”
“Yeah it is.” Mary catches him out of the corner of her eye and he rolls back in his chair to find a file, shying away.
What the hell is he doing? Since when does Marshall back down from my morning smart ass?
She pretends to look at papers as he goes along with his morning routine, trying to act like he doesn’t notice that her eyes haven’t left him. He gets up and walks over to the coffee pot, she’s up and standing behind him seconds later.
“Can I help you?”
Mary purses her lips together and shakes her head. She takes in a breath, “How was your night?”
Marshall pulls his coffee stirrer out of his mouth and cocks an eyebrow at her. “Fine.”
“Good, Good. Mine was good.”
He nods.
“Fantastic, really, of course. Tonight might even be the same.” She responds, emphasizing most of her words.
Marshall, with his eyebrow still cocked, takes a sip of his coffee. “Why of course?”
“Hmm?”
“You said of course.”
“Oh you know me; I’m just a boat load of fun.”
Marshall’s phone rings and they stop dead in their tracks. He’s staring at her like a deer in headlights; she’s got him just where she wants him. Mary takes advantage of his coffee filled hands and bumps into him, he jumps back from his own arms to avoid splatter and she comes to a stuttered stop at his desk.
She breathes for a second and puts on a sweet, lady like, southern accent, “Marshall Mann’s desk.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Mann can’t come to the phone right now…I can take a message, sure thing…You can’t make it tonight…class until eight.”
She looks at him with a smirk on her face, but his eyes are elsewhere.
“Well Mr. Mann didn’t tell me he was dating a student…a professor…well he’s not one to indulge us with his personal life,” She laughs but something inside has snapped and she can’t figure out what but she wants to hit something, something tall and thin and blue-eyed. “I’ll be sure to give him the message. Oh you, too. Bye, bye.”
So Marshall…has a girlfriend? When the hell did that happen?
“So your-“
“Mhh-hmm.” He states, a little more confident than he had been a minute ago.
“Right.”
This…job…it’s all he has. And now he’ll be lofty and distracted-some damn whore I’m sure of it. He’s not thinking straight…Why wouldn’t he just tell me? He wasn’t going to tell me he was leaving, why would he tell me about this…
Mary slinks back to her desk, and when Marshall gets back to his he looks up at her. “This isn’t going to be weird, is it?”
She smiles, No feelings. No feelings. ”Why would it be weird? I’m not the one banging some old broad.”
Marshall rolls his eyes, “It’s been going on for a couple weeks now, and nothing’s changed with work or-us.”
“Of course not, look, in the three years we’ve been partners I’ve never once heard you talk about a woman; to be honest I was getting a little worried you’d come strutting in here in leather shorts.”
“So you’re not going to bust my chops?”
“Hmm, maybe later.”
They sit in silence before Marshall raises a finger and says, “You know the meaning of busting one’s chops came from-“
Mary doesn’t look up, doesn’t skip a beat. ”Shut up.”
He wasn’t going to wait forever, Mary.