12Hello! This is just a little drabble that I thought up while trying to fall asleep this afternoon (getting ready for an overnight – ew). I was so excited for the premiere! Can't wait to see what the writers have up their sleeves for this season. I do not own IPS or any of the characters, I just like to play with them! Any mistakes are my own. Enjoy!
US Marshal Mary Shannon opened her front door of her house after a long day. As she set her keys on the desk just inside the door, the little hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she was immediately on alert. Reaching into the drawer on the little desk she grabbed a gun and brought it up in front of her. The house was too quiet.
She shifted towards the living room and peeked around the corner. She held in a gasp when she noticed a body sprawled out on her carpet. It was Marshall and he wasn't moving. A gun much like her own was laying on the ground next to him. She rushed to him and shook him.
"Marshall!" She whispered, her hand coming across his chest, feeling the spot where he'd been hit. He didn't respond. Mary's eyes scanned the room, looking for the threat.
Suddenly a noise came from behind her and she spun with her gun raised but didn't have time to fire as she was shot in the chest. She clutched at her wound and fell on top of Marshall's body.
With one last straggled breath, Mary Shannon died.
"That was a very convincing death – Julius Caesar would be proud," mumbled her husband from beneath her. Before Mary could reply, something jumped on her back and Marshall grunted at the extra weight.
"I got you Mommy! Kill shot! Daddy didn't make it either. Did you see where I shot him? Does that mean I win?" came an excited voice. Mary rolled, grabbed her eight year old son and pinned him between herself and Marshall. Marshall plucked the water gun from both his wife's hand and his son's hand before one of them hit him with them on accident. He pushed his water gun away as well. Mary rolled again and this time had her son on the ground, smiling down at him. Marshall rolled onto his side and watched with a lopsided grin.
Mary tickled her son, making his squeal and wiggle.
"Yes you did little man," Mary replied, "very clever. Then again, your father is an easy target." She glanced at Marshall.
"Hey!" Marshall said, an indignant look on his face. Mary just laughed and leaned over to kiss him. He deepened it enough to make her toes curl and it was full of things to come later. God she loved that man. She turned back to her son who had made a face at his parents PDA.
"Who were you protecting this time?"
Her son grinned. Definitely Marshall's kid.
"Uncle Stan."
"Can I come out now?" Came a gruff voice from down the hall. Mary's eyes went wide and she looked at Marshall. Marshall just shrugged and grinned as he hoisted his lanky frame off the floor.
"Dinner time," He said, holding out his hands for his family.
Just a regular day in the Mann family household.
I know – short. But I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!