This is my first Coulson/Melinda story. Let me know if I should continue!

He had always been fond of her.

That wasn't a secret. He always knew he was attracted to her, and anyone with eyes could see why. She was beautiful, but it was so much more than that for him. He knew he before she was the calvary. He knew she went through a lot. He knew she was miserable stuck behind a desk doing paper work. She was field agent.

She, felt something for him too.

He wouldn't have thought so, especially after finding out about Ward and her. They were friends, close friends, and he wouldn't have thought it was anything more, had it not been for the look she gave him when he was helping her with her stab wound.

And now here he was, two weeks after their little moment, sitting in Lola, reading his death report over and over again. His car made him feel secure, even at 30,000 feet in the air. He didn't know the time, mainly because he didn't know what time zone they were in. It was late, he knew, since h\everyone else had long since gone to bed.

Except for her, apparently.

"You need to stop this, Phil." She said, sitting down in the passengers seat.

"I need to know everything Melinda."

She raised an eyebrow, "You've been reading this non-stop. I think you know everything."

He didn't reply.

She looked at him for moment, before looking in front of her. She didn't leave, instead she opted to stay there and wait for him. She knew. She understood. He needed time, and she was willing to give him that, but enough was becoming enough. He need to stop this.

And then the file was on her lap. She looked to him, and he met her eyes, "Take it."

"Phil."

"No," he said, "I need you to take it. I need to be away from it for a while, and I trust you more than anyone here. More than anyone I know. I need you to take this from me."

She nodded, "Okay."

"Thank you." He fell silent for a moment, before saying, "You need sleep."

She grinned, "So do you."

"Let me walk you to your bunk."

She went to say something about being perfectly capable of walking herself, but chose not too. Instead, she grabbed the file and opened the door, and he did the same.

The walk to her bunk was silent, because they didn't need words. They were comfortable in the silence.

"You should try to sleep too you know." She mentioned quietly.

He didn't look at her when he said, "I don't sleep well. You should know."

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't try."

He stopped, just as they reached her bunk. "I'll try if you do."

She gave him a half grin, "Thank you for escorting me."

He smiled, "Anytime Melinda."

They both just starred. Neither knew who should move first. He was waiting for her to open the door and step in her bunk, and she was waiting for him to walk away. But neither did.

And the next she knew, she was pressed up against the door, with his hands on her waist, her arms around her neck, and their lips pressed together. She fumbled with the door, but managed to slide it open just enough for them to slip inside, and slide it shut.

Her hands went straight to his suit jacket, and as she was pulling it off of him, he pulled away, "Melinda."

"Hmm?" She mumbled, working at her own jacket now.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

She froze.

"Sorry..." he said, noticing her tense up.

"I ended it with Ward." And with that, she kissed him again, but with more meaning.

Sitting outside her door, was the file Coulson gave her, dropped carelessly on the floor.