Better Late than never, I suppose...
Title: A Bunch of Snowflakes for kathiann
Author: LP
Rating: K+
Notes: kathiann, I am sooo sorry for the following a) this is late b) I haven't written a thing in like 4 years... C) this may not be what you had in mind but I couldn't think of how else to fill a prompt! I hope you like it!
Snowflakes
"Mary! Mary! It's snowing!" Brandi shook her sister with all the vigor her 4 year old body could muster, "Wake up! Wake UP!"
"Nnnrrggh," Mary swatted at the air, "Go away, Brandi!"
"Do you wanna build a snowman?"
Mary picked her head up, pushed her hair out of her face and glared at her sister, "No."
Brandi pulled herself up on the bed and began jumping up and down, "Get up! Get up!"
"Oh, my god, FINE!" Mary sat up suddenly, startling Brandi. Brandi fell backwards and off the bed. Guilt flooded through her as Brandi began crying, "Oh, Brandi, I'm sorry!" She hugged her younger sister tight as she watched the fluffy flakes fall from the sky, "Do you wanna build a snowman?"
Homemade Jam
"Yes!" Marshall pumped his fist in the air as he spotted the gift basket on his desk, "Mrs. Dean made another batch of her famous strawberry jam!"
"How come you get all the witnesses that make cool stuff?" Mary glared at her partner as he waltzed around the office with a gigantic jar of homemade jam, "All I ever got once was a pair of snowshoes Mr. Johnson realized he didn't need anymore."
"Maybe you should be nicer to people, Mare," Marshall smirked at her, "Want to go get bagels?"
Mob Boss
"We'll be in touch, Mr. McQueen."
Stan glared at the detective as she left the room; the bumbling sidekick at her heels. With the gesture of two fingers, his right hand man was at his side.
"What do you need of me, boss?" Marshall kissed Stan's ring as he knelt beside the chair.
"Those two are proving to be a nuisance," Stan's voice was cool and even, "we need to make sure we're not bothered by them anymore."
"Absolutely, boss," Marshall nodded, "what kind of 'making sure' are you thinking?"
"Killing Detective Beckett will only draw attention to us and make us look guilty; same goes for that Dick Castle fella."
"I think his name is 'Rick'..."
"Whatever. Point is, he's well-known and will be missed if he were to have an accident," Stan often grew weary of Marshall's pedantic personality but there was no one he trusted more with his life.
"Not to worry, boss, I'll think of something," Marshall kissed the ring once more as he rose from Stan's side and walked out of the room.
Stan took a long drag of his cigar and deposited the smoke into the already hazy room. Soft jazz began playing from the pianist on the stage. Stan closed his eyes and let himself sink into the rhythm. Bobby was damn good at his job; best pianist in Manhattan.
"Everything ok, darlin'?" Eleanor began rubbing his shoulders as she came up behind him.
"Yeah, yeah, peachy keen," he smiled as he pulled his wife into his lap.
Christmas in July
"Ugh, I am exhausted!" Mary all but rolled out of the GMC as Marshall went ahead to get their motel room keys. She stumbled after him at the same time, expertly ignoring the looks she was getting in the parking lot, from the front desk clerk, and her partner.
"Come on, Mare, show some decorum," Marshall rolled his eyes at her as she grabbed the key card from his hand.
"I swear to God, that was the worst witness transfer ever!" Mary continued her stumbling into the elevator, "I mean, who watches movies from the 1940s anymore; let alone one called Christmas in July?"
"That movie didn't sound so bad," Marshall drawled, "I might look it up on TCM when I get home!" Luckily for him, the elevator doors opened so he could dodge Mary's right hook.
Easter Bunny, Candy Canes, Hot Dogs, Old Brick Building
When Mary Shannon was a little girl, nothing could fool her. Especially when the supposed Easter Bunny left year old candy canes and gas station fudge in her Easter basket. She was the most cynical child anyone could ever meet.
There was one summer, however, when she truly felt like the child she should have been: happy and carefree. Her father took her with him to Coney Island one summer to see the hot dog eating contest. They were walking amongst the old brick buildings and Mary saw a sign for a kids' hot dog eating contest. Twenty something hot dogs later, she was ready to hurl.
Best summer ever.
Waterbabies, Swimming pool
"You want Nora and David to learn WHAT?" Mary stared bug-eyed at her partner.
"Swim."
"David isn't even one and Nora is almost two. Don't you think they're a little young?"
"Abby and I have read about this program from the Infant Swimming Resource called 'Self Rescue'. Since we have been visiting you and Nora more frequently, I would feel a lot better if David knew how to save himself should he fall into your swimming pool."
"And this is actually a thing?" Mary could not believe what she was hearing.
"Yep, and by doing this, we are providing our children an advantage that not many other children will have. They will be comfortable and confident water babies."
"So, you're perfectly okay with throwing David into the water and hoping he will rise to the surface face up?"
"Of course not! I would be very cautious about throwing my son into the water like that. But the risk is not greater than the reward," Marshall tried to patiently explain, "we will be right there with them. It will be fine, I promise."
"I suppose, since you're Nora's godfather, that I trust your opinion on this," Mary still looked worried, "Let's do it."
Author: LP
Rating: K+
Notes: kathiann, I am sooo sorry for the following a) this is late b) I haven't written a thing in like 4 years... C) this may not be what you had in mind but I couldn't think of how else to fill a prompt! I hope you like it!
Snowflakes
"Mary! Mary! It's snowing!" Brandi shook her sister with all the vigor her 4 year old body could muster, "Wake up! Wake UP!"
"Nnnrrggh," Mary swatted at the air, "Go away, Brandi!"
"Do you wanna build a snowman?"
Mary picked her head up, pushed her hair out of her face and glared at her sister, "No."
Brandi pulled herself up on the bed and began jumping up and down, "Get up! Get up!"
"Oh, my god, FINE!" Mary sat up suddenly, startling Brandi. Brandi fell backwards and off the bed. Guilt flooded through her as Brandi began crying, "Oh, Brandi, I'm sorry!" She hugged her younger sister tight as she watched the fluffy flakes fall from the sky, "Do you wanna build a snowman?"
Homemade Jam
"Yes!" Marshall pumped his fist in the air as he spotted the gift basket on his desk, "Mrs. Dean made another batch of her famous strawberry jam!"
"How come you get all the witnesses that make cool stuff?" Mary glared at her partner as he waltzed around the office with a gigantic jar of homemade jam, "All I ever got once was a pair of snowshoes Mr. Johnson realized he didn't need anymore."
"Maybe you should be nicer to people, Mare," Marshall smirked at her, "Want to go get bagels?"
Mob Boss
"We'll be in touch, Mr. McQueen."
Stan glared at the detective as she left the room; the bumbling sidekick at her heels. With the gesture of two fingers, his right hand man was at his side.
"What do you need of me, boss?" Marshall kissed Stan's ring as he knelt beside the chair.
"Those two are proving to be a nuisance," Stan's voice was cool and even, "we need to make sure we're not bothered by them anymore."
"Absolutely, boss," Marshall nodded, "what kind of 'making sure' are you thinking?"
"Killing Detective Beckett will only draw attention to us and make us look guilty; same goes for that Dick Castle fella."
"I think his name is 'Rick'..."
"Whatever. Point is, he's well-known and will be missed if he were to have an accident," Stan often grew weary of Marshall's pedantic personality but there was no one he trusted more with his life.
"Not to worry, boss, I'll think of something," Marshall kissed the ring once more as he rose from Stan's side and walked out of the room.
Stan took a long drag of his cigar and deposited the smoke into the already hazy room. Soft jazz began playing from the pianist on the stage. Stan closed his eyes and let himself sink into the rhythm. Bobby was damn good at his job; best pianist in Manhattan.
"Everything ok, darlin'?" Eleanor began rubbing his shoulders as she came up behind him.
"Yeah, yeah, peachy keen," he smiled as he pulled his wife into his lap.
Christmas in July
"Ugh, I am exhausted!" Mary all but rolled out of the GMC as Marshall went ahead to get their motel room keys. She stumbled after him at the same time, expertly ignoring the looks she was getting in the parking lot, from the front desk clerk, and her partner.
"Come on, Mare, show some decorum," Marshall rolled his eyes at her as she grabbed the key card from his hand.
"I swear to God, that was the worst witness transfer ever!" Mary continued her stumbling into the elevator, "I mean, who watches movies from the 1940s anymore; let alone one called Christmas in July?"
"That movie didn't sound so bad," Marshall drawled, "I might look it up on TCM when I get home!" Luckily for him, the elevator doors opened so he could dodge Mary's right hook.
Easter Bunny, Candy Canes, Hot Dogs, Old Brick Building
When Mary Shannon was a little girl, nothing could fool her. Especially when the supposed Easter Bunny left year old candy canes and gas station fudge in her Easter basket. She was the most cynical child anyone could ever meet.
There was one summer, however, when she truly felt like the child she should have been: happy and carefree. Her father took her with him to Coney Island one summer to see the hot dog eating contest. They were walking amongst the old brick buildings and Mary saw a sign for a kids' hot dog eating contest. Twenty something hot dogs later, she was ready to hurl.
Best summer ever.
Waterbabies, Swimming pool
"You want Nora and David to learn WHAT?" Mary stared bug-eyed at her partner.
"Swim."
"David isn't even one and Nora is almost two. Don't you think they're a little young?"
"Abby and I have read about this program from the Infant Swimming Resource called 'Self Rescue'. Since we have been visiting you and Nora more frequently, I would feel a lot better if David knew how to save himself should he fall into your swimming pool."
"And this is actually a thing?" Mary could not believe what she was hearing.
"Yep, and by doing this, we are providing our children an advantage that not many other children will have. They will be comfortable and confident water babies."
"So, you're perfectly okay with throwing David into the water and hoping he will rise to the surface face up?"
"Of course not! I would be very cautious about throwing my son into the water like that. But the risk is not greater than the reward," Marshall tried to patiently explain, "we will be right there with them. It will be fine, I promise."
"I suppose, since you're Nora's godfather, that I trust your opinion on this," Mary still looked worried, "Let's do it."