A/N – We come to the end of our story. Thank you visiting and reading. I do apologize as the plot bunny took a hard left midway through this chapter. I was rather surprised but the characters (Coulson and May) insisted.

A/N#2 - suggested shippy names include CoSi, CoSimo, CoulSim

A/N# 3 - thanks to SinEater.

"What shall we do now?" Simmons asks Phil once they get back to her room. She's eager and curvy and obviously feeling frisky.

"Do you have any ideas?" he asks. Playing dumb can be quite useful, especially now when the vixen leans on her tippy toes and whispers her secret desire in Phil's ear. He smiles and nods his head.

"However, if you really want to undress me, there is a price," Phil states. He tries to look stern but fails. It's the laughing blue eyes that betray his inner amusement.

"I've got my dollar bills handy," Simmons chirps and Phil blushes. Again. The fact that Jemma can cause him to blush really amuses Jemma. Phil just points his finger at her and shakes his head. She leans and kisses the Coulson Finger of Amused Disbelief.

"What's the price? Do you take Visa?" Jemma flirts.

"I want a kiss for each article of clothes you remove," he decides. "Preferably while you're disrobing me. Though I'll remove my firearms from the holsters if you don't mind."

"Don't want a premature discharge," Simmons teases as she licks her lips.

"No more champagne for you," Phil announces. "Ready for the show?"

"Am I," Jemma giggles while Phil puts his right foot on the chair. He pulls up his pant leg to display one shapely ankle, clad in a black sock, complete with an ankle holster. Jemma whistles in appreciation and Phil dimples.

He removes the weapon, confirms that the safety is on and places it on the table.

"Kiss," he demands.

It's a long kiss, then he removes a knife from his left ankle... and so it takes a while for Jemma to undress him.

Really, it's Phil's own fault for what happens next. If he wasn't trying to out-Widow the Black Widow, there wouldn't have been such a large amount of armament that needed to be removed. Then again, he would have been naked when the Cavalry arrived.

"Coulson hasn't called back," Ward states.

Melinda May says nothing, as she is not amused. Instead, she pulls into the Revere Hotel and parks her vehicle. Fitz believed that she had broken the speed of sound to get to the Hotel and he's quite thankful that he's still alive. She's never been particularly talkative but the idea that Coulson has rigged this entire weekend has turned her into a brooding thundercloud.

"We're going in," she orders.

She storms past the front desk, enters the elevator and punches the floor for Coulson's suite.

"What are we doing?" Fitz nervously asks.

"Proving to Coulson how well we work together," May announces.

"Bugger," Fitz says which earns him a confused look from Ward. "Are we breaking down the hotel door? It's a very good way to get arrested. Can't we just knock and claim we're room service?"

Because Fitz is a good boy and barging into Coulson's hotel room, unannounced, is an excellent way to get shot.

"Magnetic stripe readers are easy to fool. That's your job," May explains.

"What if he's..." Fitz pauses while Ward swallows and mumbles, "Not thinking about it."

"He mock kidnapped one of our team. Payback is required," May announces. "Knowing Coulson, probably Skye and our gang member are in his room right now."

Actually, when they opened the door, they do not discover Skye and the gang-member-SHIELD-operative in the room. Instead, Phil, whose shirt was unbuttoned, was energetically kissing Simmons who was giving as good as she got. Simmons has his undone tie in her hands and she was using it to tie his hands behind his back. The passionate kissing continued while the three interlopers sharply inhaled in true surprise.

It might have been the surprise of Skye not being there. Or it might be because Phil Coulson twirled Simmons behind him even while he pulled out his concealed weapon and pointed it, with deadly accuracy, at Melinda May.

"What the fuck," he cursed. "What you doing here, Melinda?"

"Where's Skye?" May asked.

"Not here," Coulson growled. "Give me one good reason why the hell you're here and I won't shoot you. Or maybe I'll shoot Ward, as he looks like he's begging to be put out of his misery. What's the problem? Thought you were the only Romeo on the bus, Ward? Why didn't anyone think to knock?"

"Can you put the gun down, Sir?" Fitz requests.

"I'm deciding who I want to shoot, however of the Three Stooges, you're the only safe one," he announces. "Now, I want you three out of my room. You will close the door and then knock like normal people. I will open the door and invite you in. Understand that if there isn't a reasonable explanation, I will shoot to kill."

"Coulson," May protests.

The Coulson Finger is presented however it is three times as threatening as he has a loaded Beretta in the Coulson Hand of Silent Chastisement. Coulson pushes them out of the door and firmly closes it behind him.

"He didn't even button his shirt," Fitz whispers. "He has never willingly shows his scar and ...he didn't even try to hide it. He's pissed. I should never have left the lab, as pissing off Coulson is a very bad thing."

"Where's Skye?" Ward asks. It is the question of the hour, and it still hasn't been answered.

"She might be in the bar," May announces though Fitz believes that she doesn't sound very convinced. She knocks on the door and they hear Coulson query, "Who is it?"

"May," she announces.

Phil Coulson waits to open the door, no doubt to finish getting dressed as he is in dress shirt and tie when he opens the door.

"Would you like to come in, Melinda?" His voice is quite polite but controlled.

"Yes," she says.

"An apology will be forthcoming to Simmons," Coulson quietly states. "From all three of you, especially you, Melinda."

The two senior agents stare at each other, and for a wonder, May looks away first.

"Yes, Sir," Ward says while Fitz echoes.

"Why are you here?" Coulson asks. Jemma Simmons is sitting on the couch, wearing Coulson's suit jacket over a slinky red dress with matching strappy heels. Her face matches her dress, least what they can see as her hair is hiding her face.

Coulson sits next to her and deliberately places his arm around her shoulder. He then glares at Ward, as though to say, "This is how an adult handles a relationship. In the open, without sneaking around."

"You didn't answer your phone, and I left a message on your hotel room phone," May states which earns her a dirty look from Coulson. "Skye was kidnapped."

Simmons inhales in surprise, while Phil Coulson's face turns dark. "Continue."

"By someone we believe to be a SHIELD agent as he used the Capture the Flag protocol verbatim. You are well known for your team building exercises," May explains.

"Traditionally, I have thrown misbehaving team members out of an airplane with only a parachute and a container of peanut butter. They land in the middle of the Sierra Nevadas and they have to work their way out. Tell me about the gang member. What signs did he flash?" Coulson asks. "Tell me everything."

"Show him the video," May requests.

Phil watches the video, categorizes the evidence and listens to the one phone call from the kidnapper. He gives a final comforting squeeze to a horrified Simmons' shoulder and then he makes his proclamation.

"It's Jasper," he states. "Unless something's going on, he's acting as though he's following my instructions. Pull his cell phone records."

"Jasper Sitwell?" Jemma gasps. "I have to deal with him?"

It is obvious that her promising weekend has gone to shite.

"The gang symbols?" Ward asks.

"He's actually a former gang member, but we've sanitized his background. One of his gestures that you didn't notice is one he would use to signal to me when I was his handler," Coulson explains. He reaches for his cell phone and dials. He leaves a terse message for Jasper to call him.

"Pull all of Jasper's cases," he requests. "This may not be directed towards Skye or the team, but as a way to pull Jasper out of the office."

"It's well known secret that Sitwell is incredibly loyal to you," May reminds Coulson.

"What is not as well known is that there is only person who has managed to break the security on the nanny bracelet," Coulson states. "And it's Jasper."

A tire blows on the Acura and Jasper pulls off the road. He parks the car, sets up the jack and attempts to turn the wrench to loosen the lugs. He throws his jacket into the backseat and returns back to the wheel.

"Step on the wrench," he orders Skye, who is quite obviously not impressed with his tire changing skills.

"If Mr. Big Bad Secret Agent can't," she begins but Mr.-Big-Bad-Secret-Agent-Isn't-Very-Happy so she stands on the wrench. It doesn't move one single centimeter, so Jasper sighs and helps her off the wrench.

"Coulson owes me," he says as he put his weight on the wrench which steadfastly remains in place.

Fortunately, a Rescue Side Assistance truck arrives on the scene, but Jasper ducks into the car while they're pulling up.

"Just getting my AAA card," he claims as he rummages through the glove compartment.

"Jasper? I have a bad feeling that these guys aren't with the AAA," Skye says as Jasper leaves the car.

"I think the guns are a dead given away," he admits. "Put your hands on your head. Keep your mouth shut."

"Aren't you going to Ninja your way out of this?" She asks even as Jasper swings the tire wrench and takes down two with a solid crunch.

He's about to take down a third when a soft voice says, "Don't."

One of the roadside assistant crew has a handgun against Skye's temple.

He puts down the wrench and sighs, "Let me guess, Skye, you're a hacker, not a fighter."

"You told me not to do anything," Skye protests. Really, they constantly complained when she didn't follow instructions and the one time she did... Let it be a lesson, she decides. From now on, she'd do anything she wanted. Regardless of instructions.

"I didn't think you'd actually listen to me. Everyone knows you're a contrary delinquent."

"Oh," said Skye, who is not pleased with Jasper's character assassinations. What she really wanted to ask was, "This isn't one of AC's little tricks is it?" because while she knows it isn't, she could be wrong.

"Into the van," ordered Head Goon # 1.

Fitz is busy running various algorithms and attempting to trace either Jasper's or Skye's phones, while May is correlating or compiling Jasper's latest cases. Ward... Ward, Coulson gives him The Glare so Ward knows he's on thin ice so he does his own compiling on the data.

That leaves Simmons, who is being very quiet, plus she's sadly changed back into sensible clothes with respectable shoes to match. He finally tilts his head at her so they leave the "Command Center" and go back to his room. He leaves the door open between the two rooms.

"Not how I hoped this weekend would go," he admits.

"Same here," she confesses.

"I was rather looking forward to your nefarious scheme," is his next confession. "When we get Skye back, maybe we'll still have part of the weekend left?"

Simmons is trying to be an adult, and a good girl, so she assures Coulson that the weekend, even truncated as it was, was far more than she had dared hoped. Her response seems to sadden Phil, but he nods his head in tired understanding.

"Let's get our people back," he says.

"Those are some interesting tattoos," Skye remarks to Jasper Sitwell, who is currently clad only in his boxers and his glasses. His muscular frame is liberally tattooed with what Skye believes to be are gang symbols.

Jasper Sitwell. Gang Member. Wearer of the Nanny Bracelet for three years and look at him now, suit wearing, gold rim glasses wearing, shaved head, member of the establishment, Level Seven Agent of SHIELD.

Wow. Maybe there's still hope for her.

"Don't mention the tats and I won't mention the polka dots," Sitwell retorts.

She blushes because of the all the days and nights to be stripped down to one's underwear, it had to be the day she decided to be festive and wear a hot pink bra with polka dots. Least she didn't wear the matching thong.

That would be hard to explain. And rather cold to boot.

It seems that her festive underwear is giving Jasper a headache as he takes off his glasses. He rubs his fingers over the arm piece and then he nods his head.

"Let me see your bracelet," he says as he puts his glasses back on.

She extends her arm to him and he tugs at her bracelet. He puts his index finger under the bracelet and he moves it until he satisfied. Then he takes a thin, gold wire... the same color wire as his glasses and places it in the same section as his finger. He twists it and then he nods his head in satisfaction.

That done, the thin wire disappears and Jasper slowly exhales.

"What did you do?" Skye whispers.

"When I wore the bracelet, I was able to remove it without Coulson being notified," he admits. "However, they've changed the settings so I can't get it off your wrist."

"Damn," she says.

"Getting a trace on Jasper's cell phone. Located near Newton Lower Falls," Fitz announces.

"I brought my Jeep, what car did you bring?" Coulson tersely asks as he starts re-arming himself. Simmons efficiently hands his weapons, which earns her a quiet thank you.

"The Toyota," May answers.

"We'll use the Jeep then. FitzSimmons, you stay here. Feel free to order room service. Don't disagree; I've got only enough body armor for three people and you can run your toys remotely. May, Ward did you bring your own toys? Or do I have to provide that also?" Coulson snaps at May.

"I've got some," May admits.

The two senior agents discuss what they have and it's seems that both of them have shopped at the Walmart of Weaponry as there are short barrel shotguns, 'crude but effective', small caliber weapons, a few odd devices and the nite nite gun.

"Do not point that in Jasper's direction," Coulson announces. "He was in the infirmary for three days and I am still paying him back for that bad girl shenanigans."

Simmons notices that there is a coolest between the two senior agents and May looks... uncertain at Coulson's terseness.

Coulson's personal cell phone rings and it's "Chain of Fools" by Aretha Franklin.

"That's Skye's nanny bracelet," he announces as he answers the phone. He listens for a moment and then he stares at the screen. "Jasper, you are good. Fitz, Jasper's activated the video feed on Skye's bracelet which means..."

"GPS coordinates, it will take me a moment to determine the location," Fitz announces. "Her bracelet is still listed as out of service, but the video feed is bypassing SHIELD, so if there is a SHIELD personnel involved, they don't know that Agent Sitwell has activated the feed."

"Meet you at the Jeep. I'm parked in c five on the second level," Phil turns his back on Ward and May and focuses on the two Scientists.

"When we leave, I want you to contact Maria Hill and Maria only. Do not contact Blake or Hand," instructs Phil. "Simmons?"

"I'll go talk with May," Fitz offers as he grabs his tablet and leaves.

"Are you alright?" Coulson asks Simmons. His voice is very soft and affectionate.

"You seem... angry," Simmons asks. Actually, a simmering pool of barely controlled range is the better description. It's unnerving as she's never seen him like this.

"Skye and Jasper are in trouble," he explains his anger as a result of that, but Simmons isn't having any of that Coulson nobility shite.

"That's not completely it," she protests.

His face softens and he speaks in a very gentle tone. "I'm not angry with you. I was having such a wonderful weekend with a beautiful woman. I haven't been this happy in years and... now whatever's happening with Jasper and Skye and...I turned off my personal cell phone as I just wanted to completely in the moment with you...because I was flattered and I was honored and I wanted it to be perfect for you. And I turned off my cell phone. I never do that, and the result of that is Melinda's embarrassed you in front of Ward and Fitz. After May and I divorced, it took a great deal of effort for us to re-establish a working relationship. I think she's just nuked it back to the Stone Age because I'm that furious with her. But really, I'm furious with myself, because I shouldn't have turned off my phone because time was wasted. I don't have any messages on my phone, though. I just checked, but if it was on, I would have heard it ring. I got the nanny bracelet video feed though?"

"And why are you angry at Ward?" Simmons asks.

"Well, Ward mentioned the divorce, and the teams now knows about us, so you should know that Ward and May have been..." he pauses and looks at her in that way so she knows exactly what he means. "If he wants to play with fire, he should be smart enough to prevent a back draft. May combusted once and I don't care to have front row seats to it again. I don't think he's emotionally capable of stopping May from self-destructing again. I know she's my ex and I shouldn't care... but she was a big part of my life. He should have reminded her to knock; instead, he's in such awe of her that it's like lemmings off a cliff."

She embraces him tightly while he's talking and he doesn't hug her back. So she just concentrates on squeezing him harder until at last he responds.

"Go get Skye," she orders. "And hurry. I have plans, desires and no Phil to fulPhil them."

"And poor Jasper," Phil quips. "Once again he's in over his head due to Skye."

"Hurry back. I'll pick out the tie," she says.

"Use the silk ties," he requests; she gives him a cheeky smile.

"You're not driving," Phil informs May, who is sitting in the driver's seat. "I don't want to replace the clutch."

"I drive standard just fine," May protests but Coulson stares at her and points at the empty passenger seat.

"Ward, Fitz will be sending you the layout of the building where the bracelet currently is. Share the details with May," he continues talking even while May begrudgingly gives up the driver's seat. "Fortunately, Jasper is with Skye so she's not by herself."

The drive is shorter than Ward anticipate as Phil knows short cuts that involve cutting across farmland, a playground and driving the wrong way on the interstate sans headlights. If that's not scary enough, Phil sends himself a voice reminder to, "Order lunch for Millie and the crew at the Traffic Bureau for next week," even while he's racking up traffic violations and points on his licenses by the score.

"Send the dwarfs in," Phil orders FitzSimmons.

Jasper Sitwell doesn't take his capture sitting down. No, he paces the room, examines the door and then asks Skye exactly how much she weighs in her polka dotted underwear.

"I beg your pardon?" she snaps, as well, it is a personal question.

He points to a window which is about fifteen feet up.

"I can boost you, but you'll need to climb the rest to see if the windows can be opened," explains Sitwell.

"Then what?"

"You throw the magic beans on the ground and it will grow a bean stalk," Jasper deadpans. "Seriously, we need intel. Once we find out if the window can be opened, we find out where it goes, and what we need to do in order to get both of us out of here."

He cups his hands and crouches.

"I'd appreciate it if you don't miss the hands," he snarks. "Kicking me in the genitals will lead to me dropping you."

"How long did you work for Coulson?" Skye asks.

Sitwell shakes his head, "You need to learn something; you don't ever stop working for Phil, unless he shuts you out. On the count of three, one... two... three."

He snaps into a standing position and Skye scrambles to steady her precarious balance. "So glad I shaved," she mutters to herself.

Coulson crisply orders his team as they work the building. He is intense and efficient, which Ward knows to be his normal modus operandi; however there are no dry quips to lighten the mood.

"What's up with Coulson?" Ward hisses at May.

"He shut us out," May whispers. "He's furious."

Ward quirks an eyebrow and May shakes her head, silently saying 'Don't press the issue'; even while Coulson gestures for them to follow him. They meet in a dark corner and Coulson updates them.

"Hill has sent in reinforcements and they are surrounding the building," Coulson announces. Then he looks perplexed, "Skye's bracelet is in the same area but it's now thirteen feet higher. Wheezy is having problems determining what's happening."

"Wheezy?" Ward asks.

"Wheezy, Sleazy, Breezy; one of the dwarves. I can't keep them straight as they look alike to me." Coulson taps his ear piece and shakes his head. "And...Skye's down. According to Cheesy, they are two levels down. Follow me."

"I have to bring you down," Sitwell hisses as his arms are beginning to shake from the strain of supporting Skye. He tries to be graceful but Skye shifts her weight and the teetering tower of humanity comes crashing down. "I hate Coulson," is Sitwell's muttered complaint to the uncaring world.

However, when the door to their cell creaks slowly open, Jasper Sitwell is in a proper fighting stance. He is a gentleman as he hides Sky and her assorted polka dots behind him.

Phil Coulson walks into the room and he shakes his head in mock disbelief.

"Why do you always have to show off your physique?" Coulson quips as he hands Jasper a sawed off shotgun for his own use. He quickly hands Skye his jacket and he turns around, head bowed, hands under his armpits as he is a gentleman and will not sneak a peek. Ward on the other hand, needs a reminder. "Ward, turn around."

"I wear less in the pool," Jasper admits.

"Yes, Jasper Sitwell wears speedos, I've heard it whispered in the hallways," Phil quips. "Do either of you have shoes?"

"Took 'em. Where's that crazy British girl, Coulson. She needs to show up and make everything fucking perfect," Sitwell growls.

"She's doing surveillance from a safe distance. However I do have the nite nite gun in my possession," Coulson cheerfully informs Jasper. "And I want that shotgun back after this."

"It's one of Gunnie's shot gun isn't it? I recognize the modifications." To Skye's stunned disbelief, Jasper continues to converse as though it's perfectly normal for him to be wearing silk boxers and brandishing a sawed off shut gun, though with those abs, maybe it is.

"Maria's joined the party. She was in Melrose with a dozen or so agents, bored, looking for fun on a Saturday night," Coulson advises Jasper.

"Great. When Hill sees me wearing this, I'll be in Mr. SHIELD 2014 calendar," Jasper sighs. "I've been in the damn calendar for ten years running."

"Stop wearing Speedos at the pool is my suggestion. However, I'll let you borrow my Berretta and my knife," offers Coulson. "Put the knife between your teeth, the shot gun by your waist..."

"Speaking of Berrettas, can I have it?" Skye interrupts as she's getting weird vibes from Coulson and the rest of her team. If she didn't know better, she would think that she's out of the Coulson dog house and Ward and May are bunking in it. "I mean, you've got a spare gun or three. Could you give me one so I could use so I'm not like... defenseless."

"You still say 'Bang' in target practice," Coulson protests even as he hands over his Berretta. "Don't do in public; we have a reputation as professionals to maintain."

"Bang?" An amused Jasper asks. "As in bang, bang?"

"Shut up, Mr. February," snaps Skye.

With the helpful assistance of Maria and her cohort, the building is quickly neutralized. Sitwell, Coulson and Hill walk through the unconscious evil doers and Jasper bends down to examine one. He's still wearing nothing but his boxers and one young female agent is about to swoon from his pecs and his silk covered bum.

"That's one of Blake's contacts," Sitwell says to Coulson and Hill. "He's had surgery to remove the teardrops tattoos but that's him."

"What did you do to piss off Blake?" Coulson asks.

"Claire," Hill announces. "She is his new assistant as her boyfriend modified one of the Chitauri guns. R&D got him, Blake got her. She can't even make coffee. However, I think it's because Blake is after Coulson."

"He is Hand's bitch," Sitwell admits. "And Hand really doesn't like Coulson, that entire dead, not dead business, taking FitzSimmons for his team business."

"How did it happen?" Coulson asks.

"Got an email from you, requesting help on your team. It used all the code words we had agreed upon and when I tried to call you, it went to voice mail. I left several messages and you never called."

"You're the second person that told me that they left messages that I never got. It seems my burner cell phone isn't taking my messages," Phil admits. "I need to get another one."

"I'll investigate, carefully," Maria promised the two of them. "Plus, I'll let Fury know. However, Jasper?"

She licks her lips and smiles.

"This reeks of Sexual Harassment," he primly states. "However, since proceeds go to a good cause, snap away."

"Cock the shotgun. It's very Freudian," suggests Coulson.

"I won't autograph the picture," protests Sitwell. "I got carpal tunnel from last year's picture."

"Not even for me and my polka dots?" Skye chimes in.

FitzSimmons, once they hear that everyone was safe and no one was harmed, embraces tightly.

"Are you staying?" They both asked at the same time before chiming in with, "As long as you are because Coulson never signed the transfer papers."

Their laughter fills the room.

"That red dress, Simmons," Fitz says with a very obvious blush. "Coulson?"

"Loved it," Simmons sings.

"You need to change back into it, so you can get back to what we interrupted. I'm so sorry we interrupted."

"Coulson," Melinda May begins as they walk to Coulson's Jeep.

He holds out the Coulson Finger of Silence and he shakes his head.

"Don't say anything," Coulson quietly states. "You didn't apologize therefore I have absolutely nothing to say to you."

She stumbles and Coulson continues to walk.

"I want you and Ward to return back to New York. I will see you on Friday, and not one moment before," Coulson continues. "Skye, if you want to stay in Boston for a few days of R&R, I'll put you and Fitz up in rooms. Regardless, you and Fitz can stay in Boston tonight. I'll get you both on the ACELA Express whenever you want to go home."

"I think it would be fun, I've never been to Boston," Skye decides.

It's a very long, silent car ride back to the hotel, helped in part due to Phil Coulson religiously following the traffic regulations of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. When they enter the parking garage of the hotel, Phil stops in front of Melinda's car.

"Do you and Ward have enough money for a Holiday Inn?" he asks.

She nods.

"Then, goodnight."

"Phil?" Melinda May's voice is so soft as to be almost unable to be heard by Skye who is sitting the back of the truck.

"You humiliated her, Melinda. Now get out."

"I am sorry, I know you are angry," May begins.

"I'm probably the angriest I have ever been with you, Melinda. Now, please leave. I'll be fine on Friday when we hash this out. No, actually, we'll be fine on Friday."

"Promise?" Melinda's voice is just a whisper.

"Promise," Coulson says.

Naturally, Grant Ward disagrees with Coulson. The younger agent protests that he was too hard on May. The older agent swallows once, twice and then steps out of the car so Skye couldn't hear the conversation.

"You forget something, Ward. Something very important. You only know the legend of Melinda May; you are in such awe of the legend that you didn't think it was a good idea to knock before you barged into my hotel room. I knew the woman who was Melinda May, before Bahrain. The woman who loved rock n' roll music, who enjoyed splashing in puddles and who never, ever humiliated a fellow agent in front of their peers. You also don't know the conversations Melinda and I had regarding Jemma Simmons. I thought I could trust her opinion, her honesty and her empathy."

Coulson glared at Ward and then he added, "Did you apologize? Or will I have to deal with another team member quitting because of your half-assed apology? You two are a dangerous combination as together you completely lack anything regarding empathy. You're like two lemmings going off the cliff."

Phil then waited for Ward to protest before he delivered the killing blow. "The Melinda May I knew, would never permit anyone to defend her when she was obviously in the wrong. Melinda, you were wrong and you knew it when you overrode the lock on the door. You knew what you could walk in on, and you did it anyway. I just don't know why?"

He pauses.

"Do you dislike Simmons that much? It can't be because you're jealous?"

Coulson then gets back into his Jeep and drives away.

"Let's go find a hotel," Ward offers. "There's plenty around here."

"Make sure there's a liquor store within walking distance," May requests.

And Grant pretends not to see that Melinda May has tears in her eyes.

Coulson sits in the Jeep for fifteen minutes, deep in thought, and he finally sighs.

"Let's get you and Fitz hotel rooms," he announces.

The hotel is quick and efficient and before long both Fitz and Skye are in their hotel rooms, with a plan for meeting up tomorrow with Coulson and Simmons for part of the day. Not the whole day as he has made plans, but a brief touristy tour of his hometown might be interesting for Fitz and Skye.

He returns back to his hotel room and Simmons is... Thank God above, wearing the red dress and the strappy heels. There is a bottle of champagne and there are several neckties on the table. He picks one up and makes a face which causes Jemma to giggle.

"The team knows about us," Phil unnecessarily announces the obvious. "What now?"

"I'd like to continue this," Simmons admits and she's awarded with a delighted smile from Coulson. With dimples, so he's awfully chuffed.

"We'd need to be discreet and circumspect, Jemma."

"I think we could manage to do that." Jemma, ever the optimist, decides. "We'd have to be professional. Nothing too intimate on the bus and we could sneak into each other's hotel rooms. Just have to make sure that we don't run into May and Ward in the hallways."

"I'll be horribly protective of you, plus I will grin like an absolute idiot for no reason," Coulson confesses.

"Everyone will think you got a new Captain America trading card," Simmons teases as she leans over to kiss him.

"Where were we?" Coulson asks after a very long kiss.

"I was planning on undressing you and possibly tying your hands to the bedposts, so I can make this weekend good for you."

"It has been a wonderful weekend, Jemma."

The End.