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He knew he shouldn't feel like this. It wasn't fair to anyone, and to Skipper and Marlene especially. He should feel happy, as were they. They loved each other, and Private had to accept that.

Oh how he wished it were all a dream.

'No, no I don't. I don't wish it were a dream, and I'm fine with it.'

Pfft.

How could he kid himself?

He was in love with his Team captain, and there was no mistaking it. The only problem was that Skipper was straight. Straight as a ruler before it bends, and Skipper was the kind that would never bend.

The Brit gave a sigh as he flopped down on his bunk, looking up at the back of the upper bed.

'Skipper's bed.' He thought blankly with no intention. Maybe he should've stayed in London after all; New York didn't need him. And despite the fact that he loved being a part of a private elite force, things would get overwhelming at times, and not just the emergency situations. Rolling over he used one of his arms to serve as a pillow, trying his best to sort things out.

'Maybe I'm just sick in the head…. Yeah, if I were to find someone of my own, I'm sure I would forget about this mess. I just need to forget about–"

"Skipper!"

The Brit sat up and looked at the figure that stood in the doorway, clearly surprised. "Marlene? What are you doing?"

The brunette gave him a grin. "I was looking for Skipper; I need to talk to him about our wedding." She said, happiness dripping off of her voice so heavily it got the other feeling sick, not that he was trying to. It just happened.

"Th-That so? Well, I'm not really sure what to say."

"So you haven't seen him?"

"No, not really…"

"Well, do you think you could tell me where he might be?" She asked, crossing her arms and leaning on the doorway. He really hated it when she did things like this. Questioning him.

"Well? Tell me where you think I can find him."

Private swallowed hard. That was the last thing he wanted to do when it involved Skipper and Marlene. "I, uh, really don't have any idea… maybe you should check outside?"

"That's helpful."

"The training grounds I meant."

"I did that."

"Um… did you give him a ring?"

"He has his phone off. He always has it off during hours. You know that."

"Right…well then, try looking for Kowalski, I bet he'll know." He said, looking from side to side; he didn't want to make eye contact. Marlene raised a waxed eyebrow at this, but shrugged. "Thanks Private, I'll do that. See you later~."

"Yeah… hopefully not." He said, mumbling the last part as the door slammed shut.

Out of all of the people, why did it have to be Skipper?

"Look alive men!"

Three other heads shot up and turned their attention the their leader who had his chart pulled out and ready for use.

"I've got another problem concerning the 'Limbo Lemurs.' They've been disturbing the block with their ridiculous music, and won't stop. Not only that, but there are rumours going on, saying that there's drug trafficking going on behind the whole thing. Our job is to investigate and book the crooks who're responsible for this. And maybe this time we can get rid of that King fing fool." Skipper growled, his eye twitching at the thought of the Indian man. Private couldn't help but give a small giggle. As wrong as it sounded, seeing Skipper angry was very cute.

"So when do we investigate?" Kowalski asked.

"Tonight."

"Tonight?"

"That's right Private, and I think you're the best for this kind of job."

"Wait, Skipper, what do you mean? I can't possibly go into that crazy place and look around!"

"Of course you can!" Skipper said, making his way and putting a hand on the British boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, you have a time limit, so when you exceed it we'll know when to step in. Oh, and another thing, you'll h–"

"Hey you guys! Guess what!"

Three of the four gave groan as the other turned around, a smile gracing his lips. "Marlene! What a pleasant surprise."

The chocolate eyed girl could only give a bubbly giggle as she waltzed into the meeting room, giving her fiancé a kiss. "Guess what? I got two tickets to the Limbo Lemurs!'"

"Isn't the admission usually just five dollars every night?" Kowalski asked, taking out a pencil to jot down something new. Marlene gave yet another giggle.

"Ye~s, it is! But tonight's different! I heard that there's going to be some kind of special performance, so you had to reserve spots to go in tonight, and I have two tickets!"

"How did you get them?" The tall note taker asked. "Were they hard to come by?"

"Well duh! These are like, only for rich people who have money. But Ronda –my old roommate– gave 'em to me because she has a date tonight."

"Ronda… don't you mean that hideously fat woman who took my favourite pen?" Kowalski asked angrily.

"Um… yeah, let's forget about that. Anyway, I wanted to know if Skipper was going to be busy tonight, you know, if you have any stuff to do."

"Well isn't this perfect? We have some confidential business at the Limbo Lemur tonight, and Private's going in to investigate."

"You guys got tickets?"

"No, and that's where you now come in." Skipper said with a smile. "I'll make it up to you one way or another, but we're going to have to use one of your tickets." He said, putting a hand on her hip. He knew she loved this, and would say yes right away.

"Well sure! As long as it benefits your work."

"Great, now what time does it start?"

"Starts around ten."

"Okay then, meet here at eight, we have some planning to do." Skipper said, letting go of her. The brown eyed beauty gave them a wave and her soon-to-be-husband a wink before stepping out, humming a tune that echoed down the corridor. Skipper closed the door and resumed his post.

"You know, it's a bit unnerving how she manages to get through the system and pops up without warning." Private said, trying his best not to sound like a prat. Rico gave a grunt in agreement, only to earn a raised eyebrow from Skipper. Kowalski clicked his tongue and set his note pad down, along with his pencil.

"Well, Marlene does have a strongpoint with that, and it may come in handy when we need to break in somewhere, particularly tonight; there might be a chance where we can't get through and have to go in by force. If there are any locks that need to be tampered with, Marlene is fit for the job. So I guess we can't really complain about it, but I have to agree; it is getting to become disruptive."

"Marlene, listens in, don't like." Rico said through a rough voice. Skipper gave a defeated sigh.

"No need to attack the subject. I'll tell her tonight to not do that, or at least call me when she wants in."

"But Skipper, you always have your mobile off. I don't even see the point in you paying its monthly fee." Private said, a grin teasing his lips as he propped his chin on a hand. The other's ears turned a reasonable shade of scarlet at the remark.

"I-I'll just keep it on silent, shouldn't make much of a difference."

Private chuckled yet again. How could he not fancy the other?

"Alright, now for tonight's plan we'll need to comb it through and make sure there will be no slip ups. First we look for any loose areas where we can sneak in through. Next we..."

As strange as it may seem, everyone will be converted to a human in this story. What an oddity, don't you think?