Fitz had never liked change and this was no exception. He was trying to tell Simmons that he didn't want to have new person living next door but she wouldn't listen.

"Ugh! Fitz! Can't you just accept the fact that we're going to have a new neighbor. They might be nice."

"Or awful." Fitz never looked on the positive side if there was any change involved.

"Come on. " Simmons persisted, "You always said you never liked Victoria Hand anyway."

"That's true; she was annoying. Maybe whoever they are will be alright." In truth he was only giving in because he really just wanted them to stop arguing. They had beenbickering continuously since they left work. It had been a particularly hard day at their company 'Fitz-Simmons' (not the most inventive name!) and they were both tired. It would be easier to just accept the new neighbour and go straight back to their shared apartment on the 2nd floor. (It went ground floor, Coulson's floor (It wasn't really his floor but he had been there the longest, so Fitz called it that) and then theirs.) They just finished going up all the stairs when he heard a sneeze. He grabbed Simmons arm and dragged her back down a few steps.

"What?" She said, in an annoyed whisper.

"Did you hear that?" Fitz whispered, panicked.

"The sneeze?" Said Simmons, sounding mildly annoyed. She changed her tone to one of mock panic. "Yes I did and whatever are we going to do about it?"

"Sh!" He tried to silence her, flapping his arms about like a peguin trying to fly. "The new one's here…" He said, in an overly dramatic tone.

"Oh quit your whining!" She whispered and then, in a sudden unexpected movement, she darted around Fitz and called out: "Hey!"

Fitz cursed her under his breath but did follow her round the corner.

A young woman was unpacking seen through an open door. She looked around her early twenties, and at Simmons' shout she had looked up.

"Hey." She said, mildly.

Fitz thought she looked beautiful and tried desperately to keep his cool. Simmons found it a lot easier.

"Hey I'm Jemma Simmons and this is Fitz," Fitz managed a weak smile and nod, "We live next door." The girl's face looked shocked.

"Fitz…" She stared hard at Fitz as though trying to work out something. Fitz shifted uncomfortably uner her gaze. "...and Simmons. I may be taking a huge leap here but… do you two happen to be the CEOs of Fitz-Simmons?"

"We just so happen to be - yes we are!" Jemma let out a tentative laugh.

"No way! I-" Skye looked very excited, " I've been following your company for ages! Always wanted a job there. Some of your designs are incredible and I'm starting in the computing division on Monday."

"That's fantastic!" Said Simmons, enthusiastically. "I run bio-chem, Fitz does tech so you'll be working with him. Fitz-" Simmons looked at Fitz and gave him a large elbow in the shoulder. It seemed to wake him up.

"Errrr, yeah… yeah I'll… I'll be your boss." Skye stifled a giggle and glanced at Simmons, who rolled her eyes.

"So you two live together? Are you a couple cos, I got to say, if you are you're doing an excellent job of hiding it from the media and-"

"No!" Fitz interrupted her, more confidently and loudly than intended. He lowered his voice to a normal speaking level. "We aren't…" He looked nervously from Skye to Simmons.

"What he means to say is we've been best of friends since university but no, we are not a couple."

Skye looked slightly disappointed, "Oh! Shame, you two look made for each other." Fitz and Simmons gave each other an awkward look but, to be fair, it wasn't the first time they had been told that; everyone said it. "Hey I know the place isn't ready yet but would you like to come in? I'll order some Chinese, we can hang out-"

This was the sort of social situation Fitz didn't enjoy. Dinner? With a stranger? He interrupted, "Er… actually I think… I mean we have… we have stuff to do." He turned to go into their apartment but Simmons grabbed him.

"That sounds lovely." She smiled, "Doesn't it, Fitz?"

Fitz looked at Simmons with plea in his eyes but she looked at him with that defiant look she often had when forcing Fitz into uncomfortable social situations (like when she first made him go down to the boiler room). "But we can do the work tomorrow I guess." Fitz sighed and Simmons let go of his arm.

This time Skye couldn't help but laugh out loud as she led them around the boxes to her sofa at the centre of the apartment.