A/N: Thanks for all of your support! I was surprised that this pairing would generate so much interest, but I really appreciate it =). Also, I will talk more about the details of their mission next chapter. Enjoy!

"Pass me the extension cord?" Skye asked Fitz without looking up from her position in front of the mess of cables on the floor.

"Any particular one? You have three," he pointed out.

"Doesn't matter," she shrugged. He handed it to her, and she connected it to the wall outlet.

Today was their first real day and Mr. and Mrs. Smith, living in their newly purchased suburban house. Skye thought that she would have been much more excited to be on an undercover mission if it wasn't a requirement to unpack before they could do any investigating. Their current project was high priority - all of Skye's computer equipment. She wouldn't be much use without her computer set-up.

"There," she smiled in satisfaction, plugging the last power cord into the grey extension cord. She sat back on her heels and brushed her hair out of her face. "Now it just needs some organization, and then I'll be done."

"Looking good," Fitz smiled at her from the other side of the master bedroom where he had been carefully unpacking all her equipment for her. They had thought about putting her computer stuff in their actual office, but then had decided against it because the specialized machinery didn't really fit either of their covers. It was safer in the privacy of their room. Instead, in the office, they decided just to put Fitz's laptop and maybe a couple spare cords or speakers so that it had the right appearance.

She was just about to return to her efforts to organize her space when Fitz's voice interrupted her, sounding slightly nervous. "I'm famished - do you want to take a break for lunch?"

It was tempting to just stay and finish, but Skye knew that it was important to spend time with Fitz, especially if they were going to convince people that they really were a newly married couple. "Yeah," she replied with only a slight hesitation. "That sounds nice."

Fitz apparently didn't notice any sign of her reluctance, because he brightened up immediately and jumped to his feet. "I noticed a sandwich place downtown on our way in," he volunteered hopefully.

Skye laughed at the eager look in his eyes. "I like sandwiches."

"Oh good," he replied in mock relief. "I don't know if I could be married to someone who didn't like sandwiches." He groaned playfully as she punched him in the arm.

...

Fitz was right - there was a little sandwich shop located downtown, in between a small woman's gym and a bead shop. It looked like a quaint place - there was a faded sign proclaiming that they were entering 'Sam's Sandwiches' and a bell on the door that signaled their arrival.

Fitz opened the door for her. Skye guessed that that shouldn't be unusual, but most men that she had gone out with had only done that when they really wanted to impress her. With Fitz, the gesture seemed automatic and adorable.

"Thank you," she muttered, feeling a blush creep onto her cheeks. Why was she blushing? All he did was open a door, after all.

The place was nearly deserted; the only other patron was an elderly couple in the corner. "Where would you like to sit, sweetheart?" Fitz placed a hand on the small of her back as he asked the question.

His fingers felt hot through the fabric of her light blouse and she shivered at the contact. "Umm, by the window?" It took all her self-control to keep her voice steady and to not shy away from the somehow intimate contact.

"Good idea," Fitz confirmed, guiding her there and holding her chair for her before he took his seat across the small table from her.

"Wait," Skye's brain finally caught up. "What did you call me?"

Fitz looked confused and took a moment to respond. "Err, sweetheart?"
"Yeah."

"You don't like it?" Now he looked crestfallen and he wouldn't meet her eyes. His fingers traced designs on the table, a nervous habit of his.

"No," she rushed to reassure him. "I guess it's fine. I was just caught off guard, you know." Reaching across the table, she caught his hand in hers, stilling his restless fingers. "It makes sense that you would call me something other than 'Skye.'"

Fitz looked up and smiled slightly, squeezing her fingers. Even the light pressure made her breath hitch. "We could negotiate," he offered. "What would you rather I called you?"

"Hmm," she considered, not breaking their contact even though it distracted her. "I like 'honey' or 'darling.'

"Darling," Fitz tried it out, the word rolling off of his tongue. In his Scottish accent, it sounded even better than Skye could have imagined. "I like it."

"Can I take your order?" A blonde, curvy waitress approached their table and handed them both tall glasses of ice water, her expression clearly showing just how bored she was.

"I'll get prosciutto with mozzarella and a touch of pesto on a baguette, please." Skye couldn't help but smile as he named his favourite sandwich. "And you like ham and swiss, right darling?" he asked her, his expression playful.

She liked the way the endearment sounded directed at her. "Yeah," she agreed. "Spot on, actually."

He looked pretty pleased with himself as the waitress left with their order.

"So, what should I call you, then?" Skye took a sip of her water as they waited. It was pleasantly cool after being in the car. The drive hadn't been long enough for the air conditioning to really kick in.

"Well, Leo for one. Since our last name is Smith, you can't call me Fitz anymore."

Skye furrowed her brow. Leo. That particular detail hadn't even occurred to her, so she was glad that he had thought about it.

"Your sandwiches," the waitress interrupted in the same bored tone and placed a tray with two sandwiches on their table. She left before either of them could thank her.

"Leo," Skye said out loud as they disentangled their hands so that they could eat. "Okay, I can get used to that." She picked up her sandwich and took a bite. It was good - everyone else thought that she had bland tastes, but she liked it. "How's your sandwich?"

"Not as good as Jemma makes," he commented with a chuckle, "but pretty tasty."

They both ate for a little while in silence. Finally, Skye sipped her water to clear her mouth and asked, "So, Leo, how did we meet?" She figured that the more they practiced, the more natural it would be.

"Well," he played along, "You were at the University of Baltimore studying English when you decided to travel to Scotland on a study abroad. You were really interested in studying there because the literature was so varied."

Skye wrinkled her nose. "I still am nervous about the fact that my cover has me as an English major." She knew less than nothing about literature, especially not Scottish literature, which was presumably her specialty.

"You'll be fine," Fitz - no, Leo - reassured her. "Your turn." He took another bite of his sandwich.

Picking up the story, Skye continued, "I didn't have a car - just a bike. And I ran over you, so I insisted on treating you to lunch."

"We hit it off and I followed you back to America after your study abroad ended as a surprise," Leo finished.

"We have this down," Skye smiled, pleased at how easily it had flowed.

"You all done?" Leo asked. At her nod, he left some cash on the table and they both stood. "We should get back to work - tomorrow will be busy and I won't be able to help you unpack as much."

Skye nodded understandably. Tomorrow was Leo's first day at his fake new job with the engineering school that they were investigating. "I can handle it."

"I know." Leo took her hand again as they walked out of the restaurant.

This might be the hardest part of the mission, Skye thought, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the contact. I am obviously much more attracted to Leo than I should be.

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