Author's Note: Okay, new fanfic and new fandom. I'm ready. I've been an In Plain Sight fan from mid season one and I barely miss an episode. I love how original it is and the connection between Mary and Marshall.

This fic is going to focus on that and Mary's life going to hell.

Hmm, kinda like the show…anyway, I'm going to take the suitcase of meth thing and twist it. One thing that's always troubled me was that Mary didn't find it like right away. She's supposed to be a badass law enforcement officer. How could she not know that her screw up sister had crank in her house?

Well, here's chapter one and let me know if you guys want more.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"911, what is your emergency?"

"There is a suitcase full of drugs in my house! My sister…my damned sister brought them in here and it's a lot, at least 10 pounds! Send someone to get it out of my house!" a woman voice's demanded sharply.

Dispatcher Jane Sanford could only sit there in mute shock. In her 20 years of being at Albuquerque dispatch, she had never heard anything so messed up. It seemed to be unreal. After all, Albuquerque was too quiet and unimportant for drug dealers.

"Ma'am, is this a prank?"

The snarl over the line made her regret her question immediately.

"Look, if you're not going to do anything, then I will. I'm not having these drugs in my damn house for another second. I don't think the city would take too kindly to having a shitload of crank in the sewer system."

Crank? That meant meth. Meth meant news crews, lots of them from all over. The last thing she wanted was to be known as the stupid bitch that didn't help the investigation. Stupid bitches that didn't help investigations usually ended up in jail…

"What is your address?"

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He pulled his car straight onto the lawn and ran into the house past the reporters, his sky blue eyes frantically searching for her.

It was absolute bedlam. The place was crawling with officers and agents. Huge bags of crystal meth were being stacked on the coffee table and he could see Mary standing in the kitchen, watching with dismayed rage. Marshall Mann could only imagine what she felt. Anger, betrayal, sadness…

All she did was take in her sister and now she had all this hell come down on her. The FBI and the DEA would be all over her trying to connect her to the drugs and the media…the media would out her as a WitSec officer. Her witnesses would be in danger. She would be in danger…

Coming over, he hugged her, uncaring of the consequences.

Instead of shooting him or yelling at him, though, she hugged him back fiercely, burying her face in his t-shirt. When he had seen her house on the news, he had just reacted. So, now he was standing barefoot in the middle of her kitchen with his airplane pajama pants on. What worried him was that Mary hadn't ragged on him yet. Even in the most stressful situations in the field, she would find a way to insult him. This was bad.

"All I wanted was my damn boots back." she said after a moment.

Confused, he met her pained emerald gaze.

"I thought Squish had stolen my boots again. You know, the black ones? So, I went in her closet looking for them. After a while, I realized that she could've hid them in her suitcase so she could take them back to Jersey so I opened it and all of…that came out! God, Marshall, how stupid am I?! Of course, she'd bring drugs into my house! It's Brandi! I should've expected this!"

The guilt coloring her tone made him ache with sadness for her and burn with rage towards Brandi. Mary always had to clean up after her messes, always had to carry her load and her drunk of a mom's too. It wasn't right.

"Move out of my way! This is my daughter's house! What are you all doing here?!"

Mary groaned and put her face back in his shirt, not wanting to deal with the aforementioned drunk's dramatics.

"What's going on?!"

Marshall glared at Jinx and snarled, "What's it look like? Where's Brandi?"

Jinx sputtered and looked around, seeing all of the agents and the drugs on the table.

"Mary! Mary, you have to help her! She…this is just a big misunderstanding!"

Marshall felt his jaw drop at this woman's audacity. She couldn't muster up an ounce of concern for Mary but when it came to Brandi, she would walk on glass.

"A misunderstanding?!"

When Mary moved out of his arms, he instinctively backed up.

He knew thoroughly pissed off Mary Shannon when he heard it and he did not want to be caught in the crossfire.

Some of the agents had the same idea and Marshall even saw one go for his gun.

Glaring at him, he showed his badge (the only thing he had the presence of mind to grab other than his keys and cuffs) and gestured sharply for him to lay off.

"A fucking misunderstanding?! Look around, mom! Look at all these damn agents! Look at all this shit on the coffee table! This is not a goddamned misunderstanding! This is straight up drug trafficking and I will not help her! She deserves to go down for this!"

"How can you say that?! She's your little sister, for Christ's sake! Your family!"

"Family?! No, he's my family..."

Marshall could feel a little warmth fill him as she pointed at him.

"...and my boss is my family! All you and Brandi are is dead, drunken weight! No wonder dad left!"

The gunshot clap of Jinx's hand hitting Mary's face echoed through the house.

Done, Marshall grabbed his handcuffs and swiftly put them on Jinx who was struggling against him wildly.

"How dare you?! How can you arrest me for hitting that ungrateful bitch?!" she screeched.

"If anyone's an ungrateful bitch in this room, it's you and I'm cuffing you for obstruction. Get her out of here!", he replied icily.

Two police officers took her out and Marshall could see an ugly hand print shaped bruise already forming on Mary's cheek.

"Mare…"

"Don't. Just get me the hell out of this house." she cut off in a tear choked voice.

"Okay. Okay, we'll go. Do you want me to call Raph?"

"No. No, I just…need you. Get me out of here, Doofus."

After telling the officers to put out an APB for Brandi, he did just so.

As soon as they got on the road, she curled up quietly into her seat and started crying silently.

With that, he headed back towards his place.

He didn't know what he'd do when he got there but he did know that he wanted her to stop crying.

It killed him when she was hurting.