Jemma + Grant
Jemma Simmons caught his eye from the first moment he saw her. She left him completely baffled with her rapid speech, then she was shoving a swab in his mouth without even asking him. He found her English accent very attractive but Jemma Simmons confused him, and that didn't sit right with him. Things nor people confuse Agent Grant Ward or at least they shouldn't but Jemma did.
Agent Grant Ward looked like a brooding Greek god to her. The seriousness of his face certainly didn't take away from his handsome features. She wondered (and hopefully not out loud) what he would look like when he smiled? She decided if he smiled it would make him irresistible, although she had to admit the tall dark and brooding Agent that was sitting before her was just as alluring.
Grant found her in the lab after the incident with Mike Peterson. He was a little worried about her because it was very late, Ward who was a trained Specialist could survive on minimal sleep. He walked into the lab with the pretence of talking to her about the Night, Night gun (god they had to change the name) when his presence startled her.
"Agent Ward you could have made some noise" Jemma said a little breathy from the jolt of his sudden appearance.
"I'll remember that for next time" Grant reply dryly "Why are you up so late?"
"Well I do my best work at night, when I don't have Fitz in here talking about monkeys. It's not that late is it?" Jemma replied
"It's almost 3am" Grant answered.
"Oh goodness, I didn't realise the time had slipped away from me that quickly. Was there a reason you had come to see me?" Jemma said shocked. Immediately finishing off the work she had been doing and packing up.
Grant went to use the gun as an excuse but faltered.
"I was just coming to see why you were still up, I thought something might have been wrong" Grant replied lamely.
"Oh well no everything is fine, I just forgot to keep a check on the time." Jemma said smiling.
"Do you maybe want to have a drink before going to bed" Grant asked before he'd even realised the words had gone from his brain and out it mouth.
"I would love a cup of tea, I supposed you don't drink it?" Jemma answered.
"I do actually, especially before bed it relaxes me coffee is too heavy on the stomach before bed." Grant replied. Grant mentally kicked himself, he had no idea why he was still even talking.
"I just might have to keep you Agent Ward" Jemma replied smiling. Grant followed her to the kitchen with a wonderful warm sensation in his chest.
They were sitting and relaxing in silence when Jemma brought up the elephant in the room, Skye.
"What do you think of?" Jemma asked, knowing that Grant would know exactly who she was talking about.
"I don't know yet. I'm not completely happy Coulson had brought her on board but he's the boss he must have his reasons. Grant answered honestly before getting up. "I'm going to head to be and so should you, and maybe not have too many very late nights. We don't need a cranky Biochemist in the morning."
"Maybe you should take your own advice" Jemma replied cleaning up their cups.
"Are you saying I'm cranky?" Grant asked.
"If the shoe fits" Jemma replied before turning and heading to her bunk. Leaving Grant standing there mumbling something that sounded like "I'm not cranky"