My first IPS story so you all should know what do: R&R, right? :)

Summary: Whatever calm there was shatters when Bobby finds Mary brutally beaten on the side of the road. And now, it's up to Bobby and Marshal to find out exactly who was behind her attack, before he strikes again.

"The only way Mary wouldn't stop by work is if she had an emergency with a witness, but she would still call in and let us know what was going on, and I can tell you now that she neither stopped by, or called. I've called her sister and she hasn't even seen Mary since last night," Stan's voice slowly rose as his anger levels continued growing higher. "Screw whatever protocols you have about filing a missing person's report; she needs to be found NOW!"

Bobby sighed, "Alright, I'll see what I can do when I get back to work. In the meantime, keep trying to contact Mary. Maybe we'll get lucky."

"I hope you're right, Detective," Stan began to calm down. "Keep me informed."

Stan hung up and Bobby glanced down to make sure his phone landed in the empty cup holder. Mary Shannon definitely wasn't on his list of favorite people in the world, and even though she gave him hell more than three-quarters of his life, she had to be number one priority on his list. Suddenly, out of nearly nowhere, his lights caught sight of something in the road. He swerved to the left to avoid hitting the thing and quickly stopped his car. Immediately, he opened his glove box and grabbed his flashlight. Slowly, he moved towards the thing. As he got closer, he noticed the form of a woman, her hair almost a puke looking like color. Bobby backed away only to grab his phone and dial 911. He informed them of the situation and then returned to the woman to continue his assessment.

Pulse, thready. Breathing, shallow. Alive, definitely, but it was a complete miracle judging by her obvious injuries. Grabbing a napkin from his pocket, he used it to move some of the woman's hair out of her face. Bobby gasped from shock. He knew that face, the scraps and bruises made it difficult to really see, but he knew it. This was Mary Shannon, and by God, this was not good. Not good whatsoever.

Bobby looked up at the sound of sirens and noted their speedy entrance. "Mary, if you can hear me, this is Bobby. We're going to get you to the hospital as soon as possible. Keep hanging on."

"Marshall..." Mary barely whispered, before stilling again.

"Just hang on!" Bobby said softly as he heard sirens approaching.

An ambulance pulled up and only a mere second after it stopped, EMTs started coming from the vehicle prepping Mary for transport. He quickly asked where she was being taken before backing off to his car. Stan and Marshall needed to know ASAP.

"McQueen, I got some bad news..."