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A/N: Cold back. Brought friends. This is all I've got. :(
Total Word Count: 16,017
Will glared balefully at his alarm clock. Granted, he had been in the middle of one bizarre dream, but why did they always end at the good part?
Whoa. Shaking his head to drive his last thought out of his mind, he sat up and slammed the ringing off. He'd be an idiot to not realize how attractive his boss was, but thinking about her as a beautiful woman in conjunction with himself was a whole new set of problems. And what was up with flirting over the bar with oddly-cute-in-suspenders Declan?
Gah. Will pressed his face into his hands hard for a moment, trying to empty his mind. Okay, he told himself after he was halfway successful, people have these kinds of dreams all the time about others in their lives. It's the brain's way of processing random information from the subconscious. Besides, it's not like the three of you haven't done that dance before, so it's not exactly a surprise that you think they're hot. It doesn't mean anything weird, so don't start obsessing about it, got it?
"Got it," he muttered out loud. Raising his head to look at the time, he let out a snort. Yes, it had been strange, but still it was a pretty good dream. He solved the case and, maybe, got the girl. Maybe he should look in to getting a fedora?
Smiling, he climbed out of bed to get ready for his return Underground. So far, this day wasn't going so bad.