"Another coffee?" Elena asked, as she was called over by Ward.

"Yep." He replied. Elena left very quickly with her empty notebook in hand. When Skye had questioned her earlier about why she carried a notebook if she never wrote in it, Elena had said quite calmly, "Makes me look more like a waitress." And proceeded to return with her coffee and muffin two minutes later.

It was early evening but the sun was still bright and shining, beating down its heat upon all who dared to walk outside. Hiding inside in the coffee house were Coulson, Ward, Bobbi, Skye, Fitz and Jemma. The summer heat was a little too intense for Skye but not for FitzSimmons they were going away on a trip.

"We really need to go." Jemma said for the fifth time that hour.

"No we don't." Fitz Said, also for the fifth time that hour. "I know you like being prepared but we've got a few hours yet."

"Preparation is important." Jemma replies. She continued to make her point and FitzSimmons had the same argument they'd had ten minutes ago.

As they bickered Elena returned with Ward's coffee and Ward asked, "Are you this quick with everyone? Or are we special?" Elena just gave him a mischievous smile and left.

When Skye had found out that FitzSimmons were going to Portugal for a week she had looked up the hotel they were staying at. She knew it was extremely nosy but she wanted to know where they were going. Turns out the hotel was a very romantic one and Skye immediately went down to their apartment, after having been given a key the night before.

She entered the room without invitation, walking in on Fitz having breakfast. He looked up upon her arrival and sighed deeply. "Just because we've given you a key now doesn't mean we want you here all the time, Skye."

"You're secretly dating Jemma." Skye blurted out without any thought. The noise seemed to wake whatever slumber Jemma had been in as she came hustling out from one of the doors behind the kitchen. Fitz just sat in shock for no less than a minute as he fully processed what she'd said.

"Well… no..." Fitz said after gaining his composure, still red in the cheeks he repeated with slightly more force, "No."

"No, what?" Jemma asked still in her pyjamas.

"You're secretly dating." Skye said, still unable to control herself.

"What?" Jemma said, going red herself and glancing tentatively at Fitz who was hurriedly eating his cereal, "No we're not."

"Then why are you going to what has to be the most romantic hotel in Portugal?"

Skye was breathing heavily out of, was it excitement? Nerves? Confusion? She wasn't even sure. She was just standing, panting, in front of FitzSimmons' door in their apartment.

"Because," Jemma said carefully, as though not wanting to say something she shouldn't, "It's a nice hotel."

Fitz, who was very pink by now and had an empty cereal bowl but was continuing to shuffle spoonfuls if milk into his mouth, looked up at Skye and nodded in agreement, although he avoided eye contact with Jemma.

"Are you sharing a bed?" She asked, in the most casual voice she could muster.

"Yeah…" Jemma said, looking uncomfortable.

"Do you know how nosy you are?" Fitz asked, clearly trying change the subject but Skye brushed past it.

"Yep. Why share a bed if you're not a couple?"

"It's cheaper." Fitz answered quickly, like they had prepared this answer should someone ask.

"Like you care how much something costs." Skye said. She hadn't really intended for them to hear, nor had she really intended for them not to, it was really more of a side comment. Still, it surprised Skye when Jemma answered.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well," Skye started, looking almost embarrassed herself. "You're rich!"

"What's led you to believe that?" Fitz asked, looking innocent.

"Oh come on!" Skye moaned, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're not seriously trying to hide that are you? Everyone knows. There's a reason everyone hangs out in your apartment, you have the best furniture, the nicer food and, quite frankly are willing to give it away to anyone. You own your own company, and not some small shop on the corner, no, a large company that sells to other large companies. So I seriously can't believe you wouldn't have a room each at this fancy hotel, or at least a room with two beds, unless you liked sleeping in the same bed. I still don't even understand why you live in this pathetic building when you could afford something far better."

Fitz and Jemma looked uncomfortable as they glanced at each other. Jemma was the first to turn her gaze back to Skye and say, "We like it here. Nice people." Jemma said smiling and completely ignoring the rest of Skye's speech about them sleeping in the same bed. "We've lived here since university and," she smiled shyly at Fitz, "Fitz doesn't like change."

Skye rolled her eyes, remembering when she had moved in and how Fitz was not comfortable around her at first. "If I were rich I'd live in a nice large house in the centre of an enormous city and go on holidays every week." She mumbled as she turned to leave the room. "See you at work." She added in Fitz's direction.

"Don't come knocking before 9 again." Fitz shouted to her back but Skye wasn't listening.