Hey, Since the boards are different, I'm gonna post this again. This is a story my sister, Kristin, (Marshalls_Tech_Emporium) has written, but I am posting it for her at the moment. She has written more since the boards crashed, so I'll try to get all the chapters up soon. She has 10 written and from what I've seen of chapter 11, it's gonna be good. Enjoy, Jessica <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>~Chapter One~</span> He couldn’t even look up. This puppy was the best thing he’d ever made. He couldn’t wait for the op-tech report, but then again, he’d have to give it up.Maybe I could stash it.... But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Sloane walked by. “Marshall, briefing in 5 minutes, and don’t even think about hiding your new wire tapping design.” With the eyes of the monster gazing at him, he replied, “Thank you, Mr. Sloane. I’ll be there soon, sir.” Marshall continued staring at his new tech toy. Marshall, step away from the wire. I know! Blow up your inflatable couch! So he decided to do that. He got it about half way, then passes out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Marshall? Marshall? Marshall! Dad, I don’t think he’s sleeping,” Sydney told Jack. “He probably just passed out. It really wouldn’t surprise me,” Jack replied. Dixon was just one of the many people circled around their favorite tech guy, whose once half inflated couch was now deflated. In fact, everyone was there except for Sloane. “Jack, let’s go ask Sloane to push back the debrief to give Marshall a chance to come back. Syd, you stay in here in case he wakes up. Everyone else, back to work,” Dixon said as he headed for the door. “Okay,” Syd replied. So everyone left but Sydney. After a few minutes of silence, Marshall started talking. “NO! Not the cheeks, Aunt Ruthie! Not the cheeks!” Then he sat up with a start. “Oh, hey, Miss Bristow. I must have um... you know... um fallen asleep or something.” “Marshall, you passed out.” “Oh, well, I can...tell. Um... did I happen to miss the debriefing?” “Only by 15 minutes,” Sydney replied with a smile. Oh, no! Not the smile that melts my marshmallow. Oh, but how I love that smile! If only my competition were smaller, much smaller. I bet every guy in the office loves her, even Mr. Sloane... Mr. Sloane and Sydney?!?!?! That’ll never happen! Maybe my chance is better then I thought... “Marshall? Marshall, are you okay?” Sydney asked, her face now full of concern. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Um... thanks for asking Miss Bristow.” “Okay. My dad rescheduled the debriefing to be in 15 minutes.” “Okay. I’ll go now so that I’ll really be there this time,” Marshall told her as he held the door open. She gave him an amused smile and walked out of his office. Marshall sighed. Once again, his chance for Sydney was once again over, and his plans for the weekend (that he’d been planning for, well years now) vanished, as his precious wire would in the moments to come. <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Chapter 2</span> "I'm glad you could make it, Marshall," Sloane said. "Thank you, Mr. Sloane. I was blowing up my inflatable chair, and I...um...passed out. But it was all in favor of this agency, and for the US government, and um... for the-" Marshall looked over to Sloane, saw the soul shattering glare and decided that he was finished and sat down. "Now," Sloane started, "We have reference to something Mr.Sark calls "the bible". We know that it's located in Cairo, Egypt. That's where you're going. Your objective is to tap the phone, grab the bible and plant listening devices in every hallway in the building." Sloane pulled up the 5 story building on the screen. Then he showed the separate hallways, all 55 of them. "You'll have a support team in to help you. And a special agent." Sydney, Jack, Dixon, and Marshall all looked at each other. A special agent? Who could it be? Marshall thought. "Marshall," Sloane said as he sat down. "Uh, Mr. Sloane, aren't you...um, going to say the um, agent's name?" Marshall asked, his curiosity was killing him. "I have, Marshall. It's you." Every one's mouth's opened so big they could hold an ocean, and Marshall's eyes grew big and wide. "Really?" He squealed. "Marshall Flinkman, secret agent. No! Marshall Flinkman, special agent. Yeah, I like that!" Marshall looked around him. Everyone, including Sloane was smiling. Their congratulating smiles warmed his heart. Wait a minute...he thought Sloane never looks at me and smiles. He only glares. Am I dreaming? He pinched his cheek. Back to reality, he lifted his head. Sloane was looking at him like his was going to kill him (he got that often from Sloane... he always thought his jokes were pretty funny though) which, (Although he didn't know)Sloane could and would except for the fact that Marshall was the best tech guy in the world... literally. Sloane had checked several times for a better one, but to no avail. "Marshall, are you ready to start now?" He was asked with that glare (again!). "Yes, Mr. Sloane. Completely ready. Totally ready. In Fact, I'm really, really, really ready. I'm so ready that I could-" That stupid glare again... one of the only things that scared him... besides Aunt Ruthie. So, he stopped talking. Sloane went through the debrief. To Marshall's surprise, he was right. The mission was wire tapping, listening devices, and grabbing the bible. Oh yeah! I remember now! He had to tell me that to make the tech. I already knew that before the dream! Stupid, me! I guess I'm not a prophetic genius... oh well! "You will have a support team accompanying you. They will help you plant the listening devices in the 17 hallways. You also have a special agent going with you." Sloane explained. "Sydney, Dixon, and Marshall, you leave in an hour." "Marshall?" They all (himself included) exclaimed. "Yes," Sloane replied. "You need his knowledge to set up the tech and make sure he can get feed from all seventeen hallways and the wire tapping. Marshall..." and Sloane sat down. "Well, first of all, I'd uh like to thank my family, for bring me up to this point. Um... except for my Aunt Ruthie. All she ever did was just pinch my cheeks, I was, well, depressed..." Marshall said then looked (once again) in to a glare, yet another 'glare of Sloane'. "Right. Well, the wire tapping is the same as the uh, Caperfrat mission. The bug's in the wire the listening devices are pretty simple. I've been looking over the pictures, uh this past week and I found that all levels of this place are different colored and have special walls meaning that there are secret passage ways, making the hallway bugs actually 47. Which I think, uh, means that there's something Rambaldi in there. So we should try to find it, which means there may be other agencies there with us, so, um... we gotta be uh, careful. Oh! And you, Miss Bristow, should wear these." Marshall said as he pulled out a pair of red sunglasses. "Why?" Sydney asked. "Well, you see, when you put them on, they can... see through certain types of walls, in this case... steel. And they are super swank. As are all my tech toys. Mr. Dixon, you and the rest of the support team get a pair. And I'll make myself a pair too. Like one big happy family. Speaking of family, did anyone happen to catch the uh... Brady Bunch marathon last night? Well, it was great one. Did... anyone see it? Any...one?" "Marshall," was all he got (besides a glare). His glare isn't half as bad this time. I wonder if I'm becoming immune... "Oh, right. I'm done." Marshall said as he had a seat. "Remember, you're leaving in an hour, Marshall," Sloane said. "Don't be late" Marshall walked back to his office and pulled out his orange box. He took out a picture, already wrinkled, folded it in half and put it in his pocket. Then he packed up his tech toys, and went home to pack for the trip. <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>~~~Chapter 3~~~</span> Marshall sat on the rather comfy seat, breathing oddly. To his right, the first class aisle, to his left- Sydney. Dixon decided to let Marshall sit next to her. He assumed position behind them, next to an older Russian lady who was eyeing Marshall with lots of interest. Marshall however was just trying not to puke. "Uh, Miss Bristow," Marshall said, while trying to sound okay. Sydney turned and looked at him. "Marshall, are you okay? You don't look so good." "I think I'll be okay, but, well, I uh think I'm..." As he spoke, the room started getting blurry. Sydney was turning into a blur. "You're what Marshall?" "I think I'm.... I'm... gonna be..." He didn't have to say another word. "Dixon," Syd whispered behind her. "Everything okay, Syd?" He whispered back. "I think Marshall's going to be sick, " She replied. "Say no more, Syd. I'll take care of him," Dixon said as he stood and lead Marshall to the bathroom. Marshall only hit two walls, one door, and three flight attendants along the way. ~~~~~~~~~~ Half an hour later, Marshall came out of the bathroom. Dixon was positioned outside the door, being told by a flight attendant to go back to his seat. Marshall, seeing clearly now saw 15 people's glares. At least it's not Sloane glaring at me this time. I can handle this. As he and Dixon headed back to their seats an old Italian woman smacked Marshall with her purse. "OW!" Dixon was about to say something, but was beaten to it. The old Russian lady smacked the lady back. "You pick on someone your own age. Wait! No one on this plane is as old as you." "Is your whole family this ugly or is it just you?" the Italian woman shouted back. So the two kept the insults coming. "Uh, Mr. Dixon, I think we better, um... go back now." Marshall said with his gaze fixed on the two women. "Yeah, you are right, This might get dangerous," was the reply as they headed back to their seats. Dixon told Sydney everything that happened, while Marshall slept. He looked so peaceful on the outside, but inwardly, few people would believe how much pain he was feeling. <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>~ * ~ Chapter 4 ~ * ~</span> “Marshall, I’ll be back in a few days,” a woman said. “I know, Suzie. Where are you going again?” Marshall asked. “I’m going to Egypt. My company is hosting the tenth annual “Desert Days Festival” in Cairo. I have to go. I have no choice,” Suzie replied. “And I can’t go with you because?” Marshall asked. “Only employees are allowed to go,” she replied. “I’d take you if I could.” “I know. You’ll call me right?” “Yes, I’ll call you when I’m above the ocean,” she said. “Okay.” “Love ya, Marshall,” she said as she kissed him. “Love you, too,” he replied. “I really gotta go now,” Suzie said. “But I left you a present on the couch. See ya later.” And she blew him a kiss, and walked out the door. As soon as she left, Marshall ran to the couch. He picked up the package and ripped off the paper. Reaching his hand inside, he pulled out a book, and a card. As he looked inside the card, a picture fell out. Marshall picked it up. It was of him and Suzie on their first date. He flipped it to the back. It said: Marshall, Even on our first date, I knew I loved you, and I always will. Suzanna Marie Rodriguez & Marshall Edward Flinkman Forever. Love You, Suzie He started reading the book; quickly realizing it was a collection of their memories. Pictures, tickets stubs, love notes, cards, pressed flowers, and their favorite memorizes all put together in this book. As he read he fell asleep. Two hours later, he woke up. He walked into his kitchen, and realized he had missed two calls. The first one was from Suzie. He heard her say: “Hi, Marshall, this is Suzie. I’m over the ocean. It’s so beautiful! I miss you so much and I’ve only been gone two hours. Did you open your present yet? Do you like it? Well, call me back. You’ve got my number. Love you and I’ll –“ Then all he heard was screams, and then a big splash. Then the phone died. He was so shocked and confused as to what had happened, so he listened to the next message, hoping, praying it was her. It wasn’t. “Mr. Flinkman, this is the I.R.T., or the International Rescue Team. We’re very sorry to say this, but an airplane just crashed on the way to Egypt. We haven’t found any bodies, but we don’t see how anyone could survive that crash. We found a cell phone and a baggage case with the name Flinkman, and this phone number on it. We could tell that this belonged to a woman, we’re supposing this was your wife, and we thought you should know. Again, we’re very sorry, and are grieving with you. If we find any bodies, we’ll call again.” BEEP! And the machine went off. Marshall overwhelmed with everything. He just broke down and cried. ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ Marshall woke up with a start. Everyone else on the plane appeared to be asleep. This horrible memory kept coming back as a nightly dream. No, not a dream, this was a nightmare. One of the worst imaginable, or not imaginable. He would never imagine it. He took out the picture of him and Suzie from his pocket, and quietly began to cry. He missed the black haired angel’s aqua eyes. He missed her loving smile. He missed everything about her, including her love. The only thing he didn’t know was the person behind him was suffering the same way. She too was quietly crying. Also missing her true love.