"OK take out your work books and concentrate on what is in front of you." Skye announced hoping to settle down the excited kids. There was a flurry of activity and the usual set of hands raised as kids claimed they'd lost workbooks, pencils and the kitchen sink. Ignoring the curious glances from some of the patrons she wandered around examining the children's' work. She'd initially been sceptical about this trip, she loved museums but wasn't sure how they could fill an entire day with the kids. The rest of the staff at the school had agreed, some going as far to claim it wasn't a real subject so why should kids even be doing it, never mind going on trips with it. That comment still made her blood boil, even now, just because it wasn't an academic subject it didn't mean it was worthless. Her asshole ex had told her she was wasting her life and should've been concentrating on what really mattered, hacking. She'd had the last laugh there, not long after they'd broken up after his rant about her wasting her life he'd been arrested for hacking a government system. She'd practically laughed her ass of when she'd heard.

Smiling at one drawing she praised the artist before watching the other group of kids troupe past her. They were yelling and chattering, all the things they'd been warned about before hand, the sight making her laugh slightly. It was no use shushing them, they were too excited. Sighing slightly behind them Grant followed them, apologising to members of the public as he passed. As she watched on younger woman nearly took out her boyfriend as she spun to follow Grant, leaving Skye laughing quietly to herself. The man had no idea how devastatingly attractive he was. It was something she'd got to know about him in the three weeks she'd been in the classroom next to his. There little exchanges had continued. Seeing the little message left for her had become the highlight of her day. She'd actually been disappointed when she'd moved back into her original classroom. It felt like something was missing. Today was the first time she'd seen him in two weeks. After the staff had vetoed her idea, he'd stood up and suggested a joint trip, after all what was better than joining history and art. Surprisingly the rest of the staff had agreed to it, so she'd found herself preparing a coffee that had now become very familiar, even if it did still taste weird. She'd even arrived early to slip it into his room, though not early enough. Sitting on the desk was a single chocolate bar with a simple note. Enjoy.

As great as it was to be on this trip, unfortunately they couldn't manage the kids on their own, which meant…

"Stop drooling! You're going to be stood in a pool soon."

"Hunter!"

"You love me really sweetheart."

"No I don't."

"She doesn't mean it." He commented to a passing student who was watching them with interest. Just what she needed, more gossip about her. Really she should have paid more attention to the gleam in Hunter's eyes and the sly grins of the kids around her but the interruption of a fight distracted her. One of the boys had thrown water at another boy; unfortunately his aim was off so he'd hit one of the other students, soaking her. Unfortunately for him one of her friends had decided to get pay back in the form of smacking him the face. Stomping over to the pair she pulled them apart, shoving them both over towards Hunter. He could deal with this while she watched over the rest of the kids. She couldn't be bothered to deal with fights today. Besides he'd been drafted in to deal with discipline problems, it was right up his street.

Clearing up the mess before the museum saw kept her busy for a while. It was surprisingly difficult to mop up water with only tissues. She spent most of her time picking up disintegrated tissue, making more mess than before.

"Miss. I found a broom cupboard. Maybe there'll be a mop." Lilia one of her most trusted students hovered at her side.

"You wondered off?"

"I needed the toilet. I saw it on my way back. Come on miss." Allowing Lilia to pull her along she soon found herself outside a broom cupboard.

"It might not even be open." She frowned slightly at the sight of a set of keys in the lock, before mentally shrugging and opening the door. She didn't register that Lilia had stayed behind her until the door slammed shut, leaving her in darkness. Banging on the door, rattling the handle did her no good, the little mix clearly giggling on the other side of the door.

As footsteps moved away she gave up banging and began patting down her body. Cursing she realised she'd left her phone in her bag, something she never did. Swearing rapidly she began pounding on the door, hoping someone would hear her. Surely Hunter would notice her disappearance. Though thinking about it he was likely behind it, she would never expected Lilia to do anything like this. She clearly wasn't the force behind it. Lilia was just their accomplice, being one of the few people who could get her into the cupboard. But why would they want to trap her in a dark cupboard? Sighing she slid down the wall, sitting on the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her. She didn't know how long she was going to be in here so she might as well be comfy.

"Quite a mouth you have on you."

His day had started well. He'd been looking forward to this fieldtrip so much so Jemma had commented on his enthusiasm.

"How can you not like the Ancient Greeks?" He'd been scandalised when she'd shrugged, allowing him to ignore the small part of his brain that was protesting. If he was honest it wasn't why he was excited for the trip, well not the only reason. Seeing Skye again was a big part of it. Hell his friends knew that too. He'd been in a foul mood since she'd moved back to her original classroom, Tripp eventually having enough and snapping at him to have some balls and ask her out. He'd been thinking about it ever since, he just wasn't sure she was that into him. It didn't stop him leaving her chocolate on his desk the night before in the hope she would stop by his classroom. By the time he'd collecting all the forms that morning he'd found the chocolate gone, a coffee in its place. Unfortunately he hadn't been able to talk to her yet, one of kids needing looking after as they got travelsick.

Which was why he was now following around his group of kids hoping they would pause long enough near the other group so he could at least say hello. Luck wasn't on his side, Brad, the leader of the group nearly knocking over another patron. Sighing and apologising for what felt like the hundredth time that day, he continued following the group. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Skye laughing at something, her face so carefree. Before turning the corner he tried to find what was so funny, only noticing a woman following the kids. One of them probably knocked into her. Rolling his eyes he hurried after his group, if he was close to them then maybe he could limit the trouble they caused.

"Sir. Thomas went in there and is stuck." Brad pointed to a plane door. Seriously they were out of sight for two seconds how could they get into trouble in that time?

"How is he stuck?"

"He was climbing the shelves and now can't get down."

"Ok show me where."

Normally he wouldn't call himself gullible, but when the door slammed shut after he entered the cupboard he knew he should've known better. But things like this had happened before. With a sigh he moved to the opposite end of the room. He'd heard the key turn in the lock so knew he wasn't getting out anytime soon. He'd noticed an overturned bucket at the back that would provide a seat. Grabbing his phone and finding a signal he quickly texted Tripp to let him out.

He'd been sat for five minutes when the door opened again. He caught sight of a flash of brown hair before the door closed again. The series of swearing and banging amused him greatly. When she eventually calmed down enough that she wouldn't attack him out of shock he spoke.

"Quite a mouth you have on you."

Seeing her jump he guessed she hadn't seen him.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I was right when I called you a hurricane though."

"Grant? Why are you in here?"

"Got trapped by kids like you. Just five minutes earlier."

"This was a set up?"

"Oh with out a doubt." The lack of reply from Tripp practically confirming it. That guy was attached to his phone; no way he'd missed the message.

"Why would they want to… HUNTER!" She practically growled the last part, making him make a mental note not to annoy her.

"Hunter?"

"He knew! I thought he was up to something earlier but then the fight distracted me. He planned this!"

"I get the impression Tripp helped if it makes you feel better. He isn't replying to me."

"At least you have you're phone. Still why lock us in here? Do they want us to do something?"

It was more get him to do something. He'd had a suspicion when she'd been locked in here. Confirmation came a few seconds later when he received a text from Tripp.

* Ask her out then we'll let you both out. It's about time you took the plunge man*

He was going to kill his friends.

"I don't think we're going to get out anytime soon unfortunately." He sighed, there was no point explaining the message, it would've just made things awkward.

"I guess we'll just have to pass the time somehow. Know anything we can do in the dark?"

Being trapped in the cupboard hadn't been that bad, it gave them time to find out a little more about each other. He'd moved to sit opposite her, his long legs next to hers. It made it easier to talk plus it was nice to be able to feel someone else, know he wasn't in this on his own. Besides it was better to be closer to the door in case anyone opened it.

"So how did you know what coffee I liked?" It had been bugging him from ages.

"Fitz. He commented something on twitter and posted a photo of you with your coffee requirements. A simple search of your name brought it up. But how did you know about the chocolate?"

"Fitz." He laughed. "He mentioned he followed you on twitter. There was something about you wanting to eat a giant version of it. You do know how bad it would be for you?" He mocked.

"Oh live at little." She laughed punching him lightly on the arm.

He'd told her about his desire to own a dog but how he wasn't sure he could devote enough time to it. She'd explained why she hacked things, how she wanted to make the world a better place like him. He was pleased to find they had several things in common, a love of ancient mythology among them.

"You know there is a new exhibit opening here next week. All about mythologies. They're showcasing art as well as text." He commented.

"Really? Oh my god! I have to see that!"

"I was planning on going if you want to join me?" His heart began to race at the thought.

"Like a date?"

"Well if you want to. I mean, there's no pressure. But…" He began to ramble, wishing he could see her face so he could know what she was thinking. Gentle pressure on his lips stopped him.

"I would love to go on a date with you."

Grinning like a maniac he was prevented from reply by the door swinging open, revealing Tripp.

"There you two are. I've been looking all over for you." Ignoring him Grant reached for Skye and gently pulled her to her feet, a hand on her back guiding her out, not missing the shit-eating grin Tripp gave him.

"Now then, that wasn't so hard was it?" Tripp whispered as he passed.

"How much were you listening to?" Skye was distracted confronting Hunter.

"All of it. You know you can be very smooth when you want to be."

"I'm going to kill you later."

"I'll remind you of that when you marry her and ask me to be best man." Tripp mocked moving out of grabbing distance.

Turning back to the kids he found they'd managed to complete most of the work.

"Sir. You'll never believe what Mr Hunter was doing."

Catching Skye's eye as he listened to the new gossip, he couldn't help thinking that maybe he should thank his friends. Not until after he'd got pay back of course. He'd listened to a lot of gossip from the kids over his years of teaching; maybe it was time to be the cause of some gossip.

The End

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