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Marshall was pouring himself a cup of coffee when Mary walked into the office, she shot him a dirty look, causing him to blush and practically run into his office.

Mary looked away too fast, missing the blush that flushed his face before hearing him walk back into his office, the door was left ajar and she sat behind her desk. Even though she knew that it had been in her head, she felt better blaming him.

The rest of the day was spent with both avoiding the other. Enough that at one point, Mary was rinsing her mug when Marshall left his office and had a stare off before trying to look at anything but each other.

Delia could feel the tension, "Is everything okay?"

They both were relief to get their attention called by someone else, "Fine."

"Just dandy," Mary said before going over to her desk, "Going on witness visits"

Marshall saw her leave and stared on after she had gotten into the elevator, it was obvious that he wasn't the only one having that dream. How do I even break it to her? It's not going to be easy.

He hadn't noticed the younger inspector still staring at him, but jumped when Delia asked, "Are you sure everything is okay?"

He swirled around, blushing furiously and looked guiltily at her, "Ye-yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

"You two have been actually rather weird lately, something I need to know?" she stared at him with an arched eyebrow.

"No…no…uh, nothing to know"

"Does she know about the inspector?"

Marshall turned his back at Delia with a frown, "How'd you find out?"

"I'm not called the water-cooler for nothing," she turned back to her desk and looked over her shoulder at him, watching him retreat back to his office.

He stopped at the threshold and said, "Let me tell her"

Delia didn't have to ask who he was referring to.

"You don't play fair," she heard the second she appeared in the room.

She whirled around and glared at him, "You were trying to milk it, no pun intended"

"I was only touching your breast, which by the way was the deal we made, I give you a much needed massage and you let me touch," he waved at her chest with a slight blush on his cheekbones.

"Well, you were taking too long, longer than my massage was," frowning she rested her hands on her waist.

"No I wasn't! I only held your breast for like a second!"

"Oh, hell no! It was longer than a damn second and you know it," she argued as her glare came back.

"A deal is a deal, what happened to keeping ones word?" he arched an eyebrow at her, not sure where he was going anymore. He was 98% sure that they were in the same dream, but how to convince himself 100%?

"I keep my words asshole, unlike some other people I know," she snarled at him, muttering the end.

He hadn't heard the last part and continued to reprimand her, "What you need to do is play fair and not negate the deals made."

"Or what?" she challenged, arching an eyebrow at him. "What's gonna happen if I don't?"

She chuckled as she rolled her eyes and turned her back on him, a mistake on her part. She meant to walk around to her side of the bed, but the next thing she knew, she was on her back. Marshall straddling her hips with her arms pinned above her head, he had tackled her as soon as she turned her back to him.

"Don't test me, Mare. I'm sure I can come up with the perfect torture within this realm. Don't forget I'm stronger than you," he grinned down at her with a devilish sparkle in his stormy blue eyes.

"What the hell Marshall! Get…off…me," she growled up at him as she squirmed under him, she was inwardly freaking out, her body had gone from lukewarm to furnace hot. She had never entertained the idea of getting tied down and going all BDSM, but with Marshall straddling her she couldn't even think straight.

"Nuh-uh," he held her hands with one of his and reached over his shoulder pulling his shirt over and off.

"What the hell are you doing?" she stopped her struggles in shock to stare at his lightly matted chest, seeing for the second time his muscled chest, for a scrawny looking man he definitely had a defined muscle toned chest.

"Well, I'm about to tie you down, after this I'm sure you're going to want to beat me, causing us to wake up and to tell you the truth, I'm not ready to leave," he chuckled at her futile attempts to get him off. She's going to kill me when she finds out this is real and I'm going to die with a shit-eating grin.

"You're so dead when I get free," she said through gritted teeth. He wasn't aware of the internal battle with her body, she ached for his touch - needed his touch - even if it was just a dream she would remember once awoken.

He used the shirt to make-shift a rope to tie her hands together above her head, she hated herself for getting hot and bothered at his ministrations.

"So, let's see how long this holds up," he muttered as he finished his job.

She tried to push him off but he just got off her, grinning at her as he sat across from her. She tested the bonds, but she knew he had been a boy scout and it would take a little time to get them off.

"What now? What are you going to do to me?" she asked apprehensively, her head down trying to cover her face with her hair, she didn't want him seeing her flushed face let alone the heat in her eyes.

"You make me sound like a sexual predator, ready to pounce and take advantage of you. Not that I couldn't if I chose to, its just too hard to be too rough with you, it just seems too real, know? Like we're really here together," he looked at her, trying to see what she was thinking about what he had just said.

"Not that again," she groaned tilting her head back and shaking her head, "You just happen to be in my dreams, more than I'd like, but that's just it. Dreams."

Marshall shook his head, "No, listen to me, do you ever wonder if we're both actually here? Having the same dream together?"

She sat there staring at him, thinking, "It doesn't make any sense, stuff like this only happens in books or movies."

"Anything is possible, us being here together is a really big possibility, you're just not thinking the big picture."

"And what is the big picture Mr. Know-it-all?" she mocked. "Do you have proof? How are you going to prove that we're as real here as in the real dreamless world?"

He frowned at her dismissal, but even now he knew that this was as real as it got, the problem with him getting sidetracked was that while he was trying to figure a way to convince her, Mary had been busy undoing the bonds tied on her wrists.

"I'll prove it tomorrow, or when we're both in the office," he began to backpedal as he saw the look in her eyes, she was going to pounce and exact revenge.

"How?" she asked curiously as she got up on her haunches.

Marshall stopped backpedaling and smiled his trademark goofy smile, "Salmon"

"The fish?" she jumped and landed straddling his waist and raised her fist in the air, not waiting for a reply she punched him.

"Doofus! Payback is a bitch and I'm the biggest one you'll find!" she sat up and kicked the blankets off. Salmon?! What the hell does that damn fish have to with these dreams?

She couldn't go back to sleep after waking up and a sleepless Mary was a more-than-usual cranky Inspector. The whole office would pay for it.

Marshall raised his hands to cover the blow and froze, he cracked open an eye and saw himself back in his lonesome bedroom.

"She's going to kill me," he chuckled as he sat up and looked over at his bedside table, the clock showed 4:22am. He rolled to his side and snuggled under his blankets, pulling the Mary-pillow against his chest. Falling asleep almost immediately.

TBC