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They lay in bed together, each with their legs stretched out towards each other's heads. Mary rested her intertwined fingers over her stomach, Marshall had his hands under his head, both had their legs crossed at the ankle.

"I'm bored…" she complained.

Marshall chuckled, he knew what came next, more complaining about the fact that they were stuck in this dream and couldn't do much.

"Well, let's play a game…" he started.

She sat up with a pillow in hand, "If I wasn't so sure this would wake you, I would definitely be tempted to suffocate you with it."

He laughed and sat up, his grin still in place, "I'm serious, let's make…"

"Seriously Marshall, what game? Huh? Is there a box full of games I missed? Are they tucked under this damn bed?" she turned and jumped off the bed, going on her knees just to spite him.

"Okay fine, you come up with something," he lay back down and sighed heavily. They always started out fine and ended fighting.

She stood up and glared at him, "Okay, let me think…"

He shot her a look and waited for her to come up with something.

"No…not that…hmm…wait, maybe…no…" she kept thinking and kept coming up empty. "Ugh! Okay, I got it. This is my dream; we can conjure things up in our dreams, right?"

Marshall sat up and stared at her before he wagged his head in agreement.

"Okay," she closed her eyes and held her hands out as if holding up a tray. A minute passed, and then another and nothing appeared.

"Damn it! I was trying to conjure up a game board of something," she twirled around and fell on her back onto the bed.

"Maybe since it's my dream, I can conjure something up?" he asked as he closed his eyes and held his hands out.

"Doofus, I already told you, this is my dream," she muttered under her breath as she studied his lashes as they lay on his cheeks, they were long and as dark as his hair. Suddenly his eyes sprang open and blue gaze stared right back at her, blinding her with their brightness, "Okay, nothing happened. Come over here, maybe if we held hands…"

"Pervis, I'm not going to touch you while we're on this bed," she said with an eye roll, she got off the bed and circled around it to his side of the bed.

He jumped off and stood in front of her, his hands in front of his waiting for hers to settle over his. Mary stared at his long fingered hands and gulped, the things I can make him do with those fingers. She closed her eyes and muffled a moan.

She placed her hands over his and almost shuddered at the feel of his soft hands, unlike hers that were rough from spending all her free time at the firing range. They held hands for a few minutes, neither wanting to let go, but as time went by nothing appeared.

They opened their eyes and she pulled her hands free, folding her arms across her chest she smirked at him, "Told you it was my dream and I'm sure I couldn't conjure up any stupid board game because I don't like them."

"Surprising, Mary Shannon doesn't like something," he drawled sarcastically.

Mary took a swing at him and woke up as she almost toppled out of bed, "Ugh! I'm so gonna get you next time."

Marshall woke and flinched expecting her punch to land, but when it never did he opened his eyes and sighed, "What else did I expect from her?"

Mary walked into the office after going on a witness visit and saw Marshall talking to Davis, one of the inspectors in the WITSEC office. Her first instinct was to punch him, but thought twice about it because he would expect an explanation and another reason would be because they stopped being partners and friends some time ago.

She sighed sadly and walked to her desk; Marshall must've caught her sigh and walked over to her desk, "Everything okay, Mare?"

"Huh? Yeah, why?" she didn't even look up at him.

"Just asking, you look rather melancholy about something"

Don't say melancholy, she thought as she shrugged nonchalantly, "Don't worry about it, all's good with the witnesses."

"That's not what I meant…"

"I know and I'd rather not get into the other," she said with finality as she pulled her paperwork in front of her and started going through them.

"My door's always open for you, even when it's locked," he murmured as he leaned over her desk, she closed her eyes when she felt his presence and could smell his own personal smell so close to her.

She pushed away from her desk and glared up at him, "No, no it's not. You made it perfectly clear when we stood outside on the balcony, that your door was slammed shut."

"Mare…"

"No, let's make your door a vault with no password," she muttered as she pulled back against her desk and started typing on her computer. She didn't need real life Marshall when she had dream Marshall, even if she couldn't hit him.

"I'm sorry," he turned and left.

She looked up and around, Delia had been the only witness to their whispering, Davis was too engrossed on his computer to notice, men.

Mary turned and saw Marshall waiting on the sex bed, she walked over to him and punched him.

She woke and groaned, "Damn it Shannon, could've waited a while before you hit him."

Marshall sat up and grinned, "That's my girl."

TBC...this is going to start getting a bit...hmm...frisky? lol not sure how hot i want to make this.