"Say it, Ward. Say it!" Skye said as she looked at the agent with a smug look.
Ward felt like crawling under a table. Bad enough that this happened when he was alone with Skye, but Trip was right there, and he was sure to tell John.
"Ward, come on." Skye said. "Say it. It isn't going to kill you."
"You sank my Battleship." John was going to hear about this and get a laugh over it for months. Maybe he could bribe Trip not to tell him? He stood and motioned for the other agent to take his place against Skye while he thought of possible bribes.
But before something could occur to him, Jemma and Fitz were there, panic on their faces.
"What's wrong?" Trip asked.
"Jemma?" Skye said as she looked over the pair. "What's in your bra that I don't think should be in your bra? Because it looks like something's moving in there."
"Oh, my heavens! Agent Sitwell!" One hand darted into her bra and a moment later Jemma pulled out the the furry brown guinea pig with a wince.
"I can't believe you stuck him in your BRA!" Fitz said with a look of total disbelief on his face.
"Well, we couldn't leave him there, could we?" Jemma said as she stroked the little animal's fur. "I was afraid Agent Blake or Agent May or Agent Hand might EAT HIM!"
"Jemma, did you just call that thing Agent Sitwell?" Ward asked.
"It is Agent Sitwell." Jemma said.
"That 084 we were supposed to take a look at? There was a lab accident." Fitz continued.
"There was a…." Trip looked at Ward and Skye and then at the two scientists. "You're saying a lab accident turned Agent Sitwell into a gerbil?"
"A guinea pig. He's a guinea pig." Jemma said.
"Not just Agent Sitwell. All of the senior agents. They stepped in and…."
"I don't work well under pressure! Fitz, you know that situations like that always make me nervous!"
"What happened?" A guinea pig? Ward wasn't sure if he should believe this. How could one senior agent be turned into a guinea pig, never mind all of the senior agents?
"The O84 might have been dropped." Fitz said after a moment. "And it might have gone off when it hit the floor. And the senior agents might have been hit by the effect."
Ward shook his head. "Just show us. And Jemma, find something besides your bra for carrying Agent Sitwell."
"That really is Agent Sitwell?" Skye said as Jemma scurried away to get a carrier from the lab. "Because if it is, and he's heterosexual, he's probably really happy right now. Either that or he's trying to think of what forms he's going to have to fill out for sexual harassment. Being stuffed into someone's bra counts for sexual harassment, right?"
Somehow the five agents, plus the senior agent turned guinea pig made it through the halls of the Hub and to the lab where Fitz and Jemma had been examining the 084 without being stopped.
"Oh, good." They're all still here." I was afraid someone might have opened the door and let them out." Jemma said with a sigh.
Ward didn't know what to say. He just looked around the room in shock. There were two cats, a sleek black furred one, and a fluffy Persian, a rottweiller with one eye, some sort of mixed breed dog, a snow white owl and a peacock.
"The owl's got to be Agent Blake." Skye said.
"Peacock's John." Trip said with a laugh as he watched the peacock, showing off his fine plumage. He pulled out his phone and quickly snapped some photos. His grandma and his cousin Sharon were going to love this!
That left the other dog as Coulson and the two cats as Melinda and Agent Hand. Ward was getting a really bad feeling this was real. "Where's the 084?" He asked Fitzsimmons.
"We might have dropped it?" Simmons said.
"And it might have broke into a million pieces?" Fitz continued as he pointed to the debris on the floor.
"Okay. You turned all of our senior agents into animals, and then you dropped and broke what is probably the only thing that can turn them back?" Skye said.
Fitz and Jemma looked at each other and nodded miserably.
"Okay. So, do we want to flip a coin to decide who's going to call Maria Hill and tell her she just got a big promotion? I call heads." Skye walked over and leaned down to bet Coulson as she spoke. "And I call dibs on Coulson too!"
