"How could you? I mean, I would expect this from Skye or Tripp, but you two? You two are the GOOD ones, the ones I trust NOT to break the rules." Coulson ranted. "I just can't believe it."

Fitz and Simmons exchanged a nervous glance.

"However," Coulson added, and both of Fitzsimmons heads perked up.

"I'm not gonna be upset about it. I know you two are, um, a thing, and I respect that. I was young once. It was a while ago, but I was. So I'm gonna let you keep your relationship, but only if it doesn't affect your field work."

"Of course not, sir." Fitz stammered.

"Never, director." Simmons said at the same time.

"Good," Coulson said. "Because I do need you to make me that seismograph."

After Fitzsimmons left Coulson's office, Simmons let out a breath.

"Well, we made it out alive." She said. They went there separate ways, but not before Fitz planted a light kiss on Simmons cheek before hurrying back to the garage. Simmons stood in the hall for a moment before realizing that she should probably go back to the lab.

There, waiting for her, were Bobbi and Skye.

"So? Did you guys get busted?" Skye said. At the same time, Bobbi also said "How did it go with Coulson?"

Simmons laughed. "It went fine," she said. "In fact, he even said it was okay that we're 'a thing', in his words." Skye squealed with delight, and Bobbi smiled. She'd never been much of the squealing type.

"So," Skye began. "Tell me all the details."

"Well?" Mack said when Fitz entered the garage. Tripp stood next to him.

"Everything's fine," Fitz answered. "Coulson's okay with us, um, dating. So, it's all fine."

"Way to go, man," Tripp said. "I'm so glad you and Simmons finally got together." However, although neither Fitz nor Mack detected it, there was pain in his voice. Although he'd never show it, especially not to Fitz, he wished HE was the one who went to dinner with Simmons.

"Well," Mack said. "We need to get working on that seismograph for Coulson." Tripp nodded. "See you guys later." He said before leaving.

"Okay, well we need a screen..." Mack and Fitz launched into a complex conversation about how Coulson would receive the data and the type of charts that would be necessary. After about and hour and a half, Simmons came in to tell them that she had designed a special data chart that would better portray the data from Skye's powers. As she and Fitz hunched over her tablet, Mack saw, out of the corner of his eye, their eyes leave the tablet and go to each other's smiling faces. They were about to kiss when Mack said "So how are the graphs coming?" They instantly turned their attention back to their tablet and Fitz muttered something about "privacy". Mack turned back around to the screen he had been working on and chuckled. They were adorable.

At dinner that night, the atmosphere seemed different. Usually, there was tension in the air between Fitz and Simmons, but it was different this time. They sat next to each other, with Mack and Skye on their other sides. Now that the whole team was aware of Fitzsimmons becoming...well, Fitzsimmons, they openly held hands and exchanges kisses on cheeks. Hunter and Bobbi did the same, feeling that it would be okay for them if it was okay with Fitzsimmons. Tripp sat across from Skye, and she noticed that, every once in a while, he would glance at Simmons in a slightly pained way. After dinner was over, Tripp tried to duck out of the kitchen, but Skye caught his arm. The rest of the team was distracted with cleaning up and talking. She dragged Tripp down the hall to a more private place to talk.

"I saw that." Skye said flatly.

"Um, saw what?" He said, confused.

"You! Looking at Simmons. During dinner." She responded.

"Yeah? So what. I'm looking at you right now." He retorted.

"Not like that." She said. "You like Simmons! Oh my gosh! And, and, and now she's dating Fitz!" She said quickly.

"What? No I don't." He said, but Skye saw nervousness in his eyes.

"I know you do. I won't say anything though."

"Okay. I do. But clearly she has eyes only for Fitz." He said. "And you better not say anything. I don't think Fitz would ever forgive me if he knew."

"I won't. I promise." Skye said, her eyes looking directly at his.

"Okay." He nodded, and they headed back to the dining room, where the rest of the team was heading toward the lounge. Fitzsimmons had occupied the love seat, with Fitz's arm thrown over the back around Jemma. Skye looked at Tripp, but if he was upset, his face gave away nothing. The rest of the night, the team talked and laughed. It soon got late, and they had to go to bed. Tripp was talking to Simmons about chemicals she was working on. Tripp never looked away from her, and she noticed after a while.

"Um, Tripp, why are you staring at me like that?" She asked carefully.

"What? I'm not staring at you."

"Yes you are. It's okay, I'm just wondering why, that's all."

"Because you're pretty. Um, I mean, you're pretty good at science. You really know what you're doing." He said, mentally kicking himself.

"Oh. Thank you." She said. "I, um, I have to go to bed now. See you tomorrow!" She said quickly as she jumped up and hurried out of the room. She'd noticed what he said. And she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She knew she liked Fitz, but there was no denying the fact that Tripp was attractive, too. She now knew that he liked her. But did she like him back?