Grant and Lindsey followed Coulson up the ramp and into the cargo hold of the Bus. They walked up the winding metal staircase and into the lounge. The team was standing there waiting for them. Fitz and Simmons, who had been sitting on the couch with notebooks in their laps, rose to their feet quickly letting their papers clatter to the floor. May stood with her arms crossed in the middle of the room with no expression on her face. Triplett stood behind the bar with a drink in his hand like he was mid-drink.

Then, there was Skye. She stood in the doorway with her arms hanging at her side. Her long brown hair was falling out of her messy ponytail and there were dark bags under her eyes. Skye's usually flat stomach had rounded into a large bump. Her eyes were glued to Ward, glazed over with unfalling tears. She looked terrified and overflowing with rage all at the same time. And her mouth was hung agape like she was trying to say something, but couldn't form the words.

"We need to get to work," Coulson said. Skye gulped nodding and turned on her heels leading them down the hallway.

They gathered in the conference room around the table they had pushed in front of the screen. Lindsey's tablet was laying on the table waiting. She typed in her pass-code and tapped it. The files she had displayed showed up on the screen.

"The floor is yours," she said to Coulson gripping the table with her hands.

"This is everything we have on Hydra," Coulson said. "We have a lot up until 1957, then it tampers off. There were a few incidents here and there, but nothing substantial. Well, until six months ago."

"We already know this," May said irritably.

"Would you please give me a minute," Coulson asked. "I'm getting to the good stuff."

May sighed leaning against the wall.

"Anyway," Coulson said looking at Lindsey.

"Oh," Lindsey said. "Was that my cue?"

"Yeah," Coulson said. "It was."

"Opps," Lindsey said tapping something on her tablet. A picture of a man came up on the screen. He looked like a normal dude with salt and pepper black hair, dark brown eyes and a slight tan probably from watching his kids' soccer games. But, Lindsey knew what he was capable of, she had been on clean-up duty from some of his 'business arrangements.' Besides, she had spent most of her life dealing with people like him; they looked normal, but they were deadly if you crossed them.

"This is Steven Darren. Fury believes he is the key to bringing down Hydra."

"What do we have on him?" Skye asked.

"Until Hydra showed its ugly face, he appeared as a normal man. Principal at South Waters high school in LA. Has two kids; a son who's a senior at the school and a daughter who is six. But, we've seen him at numerous Hydra attacks. Luckily, he's never seen us," Triplett said.

"Any input, Ward," May asked.

"He's high-up in Hydra," Ward said crossing his arms over his chest. "The wildcard. He's more secretive than he is dangerous."

No one spoke after Ward finished. They were waiting for Coulson to say something, to spew out an unconventional plan that was risky and possibly insane. But he didn't. It looked like he was making this one up on the spot.

"Well," Lindsey asked after a few minutes.

"I've got nothing," Coulson sighed.

"Good," May said. "I've got one."

"Care to enlighten us," Triplett asked.

"We're going to steal the school," May said.

"She's officially lost it," Leo muttered.

"No offense, but we cannot possibly steal a school," Simmons agreed.

"No," Lindsey said letting go of the edge of the table. "It's a great plan."

"What?" Simmons asked.

"We don't physically steal the school," Coulson said.

"We infiltrate it," Triplett added.

"We go in undercover and run an operation from the inside," Lindsey explained.

"So how Ward worked Hydra from inside of SHIELD?" Skye spat bitterly. Her word accomplished what they were meant to, hut Grant. But he wasn't sure what part hurt more, the fact that it was true or the fact that she called him Ward and not Grant. But, he deserved it and he knew it. Actually, he deserved worse, no matter what his reasons were. Agents were supposed to be strong and loyal to their agency no matter what was being threatened. Failure to do so would result in stripping of title and incarceration for the remainder of said agent's life.

"Skye," May scolded.

"What?" Skye asked. "Are you seriously defending him? He killed agent Hand and countless other agents. He betrayed us, lead us all on and we trusted him."

Then, there were mini fights breaking out around Lindsey and she stood there silently.

"Guys," she called. No one heard her.

"You have no idea why I did what I did," Grant shouted back at Skye.

"There is nothing you could ever say to make me forgive you," Skye fired back.

"Guys," she repeated.

Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose. Lindsey put two fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly catching the attention of everyone in the room.

"Enough," she shouted. "I'm the only teenager in the room and I find hilarious that I'm the only one in her not acting like one."

No one said anything, just watched her.

"I don't give a shit about what happened in the last six months, you are a team. You need to start acting like one or we're never going to bring down Hydra. We are going to end up like every other loyal SHIELD agent that fought back. And I did not come this far to die like they did. Now, you're all going to get the hell over yourselves and work together. This isn't a job anymore, we're doing this because we don't know what else to do. This is us defending the world that's hanging in the balance."

Again, no one said anything. Lindsey thought maybe they had suddenly lost the ability to form words. They looked disbelievingly at her, like they were in shock that those words came out of her mouth.

"What?" Lindsey asked. "Just because I can kill someone sixty-two different ways with a soup spoon doesn't mean I can't give 'get your shit together talks'."

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"Why did I agree to this," Lindsey grumbled lugging an equipment bag into the house. It was another safe house on a farm in LA. It was in range of the school district, but reclusive enough that they wouldn't raise suspicion.

"Because you didn't know what you were getting into," Triplett said walking up beside her.

He wasn't wrong, Lindsey didn't know that she would actually have to go to the school. Nor did she know that she would have to get to Steven Darren's son. Triplett would be the new gym teacher. Ward would be the new football coach. Fitz would be the technology teacher. Simmons would be a substitute teacher for the chemistry teacher who just so happened to be on maternity leave. Coulson would act as Lindsey's father. May would act as her mother, which meant PTA member soccer mom. Or in this case, Cheer mom. And Skye would be handling the operation from the safe house.

"Why do I have to go back to high school, I got my GED when I was fifteen," Lindsey whined dropping the bag on the table in the kitchen.

"Because," May cut in unloading a box of dishes into a cabinet. "Like you said, you are the only teenager here."

"Next time I go into monologue mode, shoot me," Lindsey said unzipping the bag.

"You have cheer tryouts in an hour," May reminded.

"What do I even wear to cheer tryouts?" Lindsey asked.

"Sexy athletic clothes," Triplett said unloading a bag of tech onto the kitchen table.

Everyone stared at him with quizzical glances.

"What?" He asked. "I was a football player in high school."

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They'd been on this operation for a month and nothing. Lindsey was struggling to play the peppy cheerleader and trying to catch the eye of Lucas Darren. He was apparently one of the most popular football players in the school with and ego that rivaled Tony Stark's. But, she had easily caught the attention of almost every other football not to mention the rest of the male population in the school. But Lucas Darren was a tough nut to crack which pissed her off more than anything.

Fortunately, his best friend, David Ryder, was falling head over heels for her. In fact, he was her date to Prom in two weeks. That was, if this operation lasted that long. The part that Lindsey hated the most was that it would most likely last that long. She just wanted to climb on the Bus and let May fly her away from high school. Lindsey wasn't sure what was worse, dealing with normal people or being an agent of a dead agency.

Lindsey and a bunch of other cheerleaders had gone to the mall on Friday night to buy dresses for the dance. Though she thought it was stupid, she didn't voice her opinion. Cheerleaders were supposed to love school dances, supposed to love going shopping. So she went along and bought a dress.

Thank the lord it wasn't pink or so long she would trip over it. Instead, she had picked a simple dress. It had a black bodice with a sweat heart neck line and a long turquoise skirt with a slit along the side that showed her dress. She could easily hide weapons in the dress and with a few touches of makeup could easily hide her tattoos and the most offensive scars.

Skye told her that she should enjoy Prom, it was her one chance to be a normal eighteen year old for one night. May told her that she needed to keep her guard up even if Coulson and May had volunteered to chaperone the dance. So had Ward and Triplett.