New story time! Just in time for the Mid-Season Finale!

Just a quick little drabble about our favorite scientists :)

Set before Hydra had to be stupid and reveal itself.

I don't own Agents of Shield!

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Coulson and May had a meeting to attend in D.C. so the rest of the team had a few hours to kill. Skye decided to sleep in. Ward went to work out (typical), and that left Simmons with not much to do. She and Fitz had nothing to analyze or run tests on in the lab. She considered following Skye's lead and going back to bed, but Fitz stopped her, saying he wanted to go out into the city instead.

Simmons had been to D.C. before, but she hadn't really had the time to play tourist. For some reason though, she hesitated in agreeing. Anything could happen at any minute and they might be needed on the BUS. But between Fitz's pleading eyes, and Ward and Skye's urging (Skye had dragged herself out of bed long enough for a bathroom break and to tell Simmons to go have fun) Simmons finally caved.

Fitz looked ecstatic, and Simmons decided that the look on his face was all the more worth it. Besides, if she was being perfectly honest with herself, she did want to explore the city some.

The rode the subway to the National Mall, starting at the White House. It was a beautiful day. The sun hung brightly in the baby blue sky. In the warm spring day, the cherry blossoms lining the sidewalks were bright, like a tickle-me-pink Crayola crayon. Tourists and businessmen alike milled around, some taking their time down the busy sidewalks, others walking briskly, just missing the shoulders of other pedestrians as they weaved their way through the crowds. Simmons couldn't help but smile. It was nice to have a peaceful day for a change. A day where the world wasn't ending in one way or another, with only them to put a stop to it.

She and Fitz spouted facts back and forth to each other as they continued along the Mall, visiting most of the various memorials. Even with the somber air that surrounded memorials like the glassy, black wall dedicated to those who gave their lives in Vietnam, Simmons didn't feel nearly as sad with Fitz by her side.

Around noon they stopped at one of the trucks parked by the curb and grabbed a couple hot dogs for lunch. They weren't very good, but it was all part of the experience. Simmons decided that, for the moment, she felt like a normal, tourist-y girl. Anyone looking at them would not think they were scientists for a super-secret organization. Fitz had been beaming, and Simmons had a feeling she appeared similarly.

Late in the afternoon, when they returned to the BUS, they walked close enough that their hands kept bumping against each other, and Simmons didn't mind in the slightest, his touch warm. They stopped on the loading ramp, hearing sounds from the rest of the team upstairs.

"Thank you, Fitz," Simmons said, reaching out and giving his hand a quick squeeze. He smiled broadly at her. "Today was wonderful."

"And the world didn't end while we were gone, either, so I would call it a success," he replied. Then quickly, shyly, he ducked in and pressed his lips quick to her cheek.

Simmons stared at him briefly before blushing and ducking her head, trying to hide her growing smile. Fitz, with a slightly stunned look in his eyes, like he couldn't believe he'd just done that, excused himself and headed upstairs. It took Simmons a few minutes before she could even move her feet. Her cheek burned where his lips had touched, and she lifted her fingers, touching the spot where he'd kissed her, as if doing so would make it more real.

Slowly, she made her way upstairs, a little glad Fitz wasn't there. He must've gone to his room. Instead of heading to her bunk, Simmons plopped down on the couch that Skye was occupying, typing away on her laptop. When Simmons weight sunk down the other side of the couch, Skye looked up excitedly and smiled, shutting her laptop.

"So?" Skype prompted, beaming at Simmons. "How was your date with Fitz?"

Simmons looked up, startled. "Date?"

"Yeah," Skye nodded. "Date. You know, when two people who like each other spend time together, doing fun stuff."

"I don't like—I mean—it wasn't—I'm pretty sure it wasn't a date," Simmons stammered out.

"He didn't tell you it was a date?"

"No," Simmons mumbled, suddenly the kiss she still felt on her cheek burning even more. She felt her stomach flutter and she tried not to smile.

Well, it was," Skye said with a smile. "He's been planning it for weeks."

Weeks, Simmons thought.

"So, did you guys have fun?" Skye asked.

Simmons paused, thinking about the museums and memorials, the sub-par hotdogs, and the kiss on her cheek. She smiled. "Yes, we had a wonderful time. Best date I've ever been on."

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Hope you liked it! There is definitely at least one more drabble on the way, which I will post in a couple days. After that, if I find the time, I might right more, but we will see.

Reviews are very much appreciated and I would love to hear your thoughts!

Thanks for reading!

-DaughterOfPoseidon333