Grant knocked on her door, "Wake up." He called out before walking away from her door and towards the other room where the rest of the team sat patiently, Jemma and Leo talking about something that seemed idiotic to the rest of them, but Jemma and Leo would say, "You're just jealous because you can't understand with your I.Q!" Well, Leo would. Jemma was too cheery, bright, and.. kind.
Skye groaned in bed, lifting herself from the warm sheets she was wrapped inside. She stuck deodorant under her arms, brushed out her hair quickly and walked towards the place where all the other agents sat. "Hey?" She raised an eyebrow. She sat next to Jemma, who greeted her with a kind smile. Coulson grabbed a file from the coffee table as the hologram began to show candid photos of a middle-aged man. Jemma looked intrigued, Leo had a look of impatience on his face.
"This man," Coulson began. "Is known for human trafficking. It's not usually any of S.H.I.E.L.D's business, but recently, his partner in crime," Coulson smiled at his pun, "passed away. Somehow, this man brought his friend back to life. We need to know how, and stop it. Stop whatever it is. When something's - someone's dead, they should stay dead." Skye and Melinda looked at Coulson with a look of sadness, knowing he said this from his own heart.
"So, what do we do?" Skye asked. Coulson smiled a weak smile at her.
He opened his mouth to speak before shutting it. "Well, he's having a.. get together. This Friday. Ward, Skye. You two are going in. He has a microchip on him. We need it. He'll be buzzed enough to not know everything around eleven that night. Skye, you take him upstairs. You tell him his friends ordered you, and your his present."
Skye gags for comic effect. Coulson sighs. "Then you get the chip off him. Ward, you're going to be keeping everyone away from this room." Ward raises an eyebrow.
"Wait. I'm just going in to keep people away from a room?" Coulson nods.
Skye raises a hand. "Wait, what if I'm not okay with doing this?" Coulson looks to Skye.
"You're not okay with it?"
Skye raises an eyebrow. "What, you think I've never been a stripper?"
AN: Probably the worst thing I've ever written, honestly. Woops?