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"Good morning early bird. What brings you to the land of the living so early?" Skye walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see Grant at the table, focusing intently on the computer in front of him. It was Sunday, and Coulson insisted that they not work on Sundays. Grant didn't even look up from the screen. His brows were furrowed and his lips were turned down into a frown. Skye made her way towards the table and looked over his shoulder,

"'Body found in culvert possibly linked to missing girl?'" Skye read, "What is this Grant?" Grant didn't respond. He clicked on another tab. The news article vanished and an e-mail popped up.

I know what you did. You can make it all go away. Come back and we'll make a deal.

There was a link to the news article attached to the bottom. Nothing else was written, no name, no indication of who sent the e-mail. The sent address was a jumble of number and letters. Skye placed her hand on his shoulders, feeling the tension that had built up.

"Grant-" She began, trying to get him to calm down. Grant shoved her hand away, slammed the laptop shut and stood abruptly, almost knocking over the chair. He strode up the stairs and Skye heard his door slam. Skye was startled by his actions, in the month or so she had gotten to know him, she had never seen him this angry. She thought back to the conversation Coulson and Ward had when they first arrived at the house. Grant had mentioned a girl who had vanished. Could it be?

She made her way up the stairs and gingerly knocked on his door. She could hear rustling and the opening and closing of drawers. She opened the door a crack and poked her head in. Grant was mumbling to himself walking around the room. His suitcase was lying open on the bed and he was busy pulling things from drawers and throwing them into the suitcase. Skye realized what he was doing. stepping into the room, she crossed her arms and cleared her throat. Grant paused briefly to look at her then resumed his packing.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"That's personal."

"Does it have to do with the missing girl?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Is it the same girl that you think you killed?" Grant paused,

"How did you-"

"I was eavesdropping on your initial conversation with Coulson. Now tell me, is the girl in the culvert the girl that was last seen with you?" Grant sighed. The anger left his face for a moment and was replaced with sadness and fear,

"I think so. The e-mail only proved what I already thought. I killed that girl." Skye snorted,

"That doesn't explain why you're leaving. You don't even know who sent that. For all you know it could be a phishing e-mail, probably for a virus." Grant shook his head,

"I recognize the style of e-mail. Its the same format Garrett uses to get money out of his clients. It's definitely John Garret. And as for why I'm leaving, I'm going back East, making a deal with devil."

"But why?" Skye didn't understand why Grant was so hell bent on going back to the man who caused him so much trouble,

"If I go back, he can help me clear my name, take care of the situation. The situation isn't ideal, but its better than what will happen if I don't go back."

"And what will happen? If you stay?" Grant didn't respond, he dropped his gaze and stared at the suitcase on his bed. "Grant, what happens if you don't go back?" Silence. Skye was about to ask again when she heard the tell-tale signs of Phil coming back from his morning run. An idea sprung in her head, "If I can't make you stay, maybe Phil can do something." She sped out the door and down the stairs calling out the man's name as she went. She found Phil looking over at her inquistively as he was reaching inside the fridge for a water bottle.

"Whats up Skye? Didn't expect to see you up for a little while longer." Skye wasted no time in explaining the situation with Ward. She even opened the laptop to show him the e-mail and the article. Phil listened carefully, taking in all the information. Skye had learned thats how he best processed information, through careful thought.

When she finally finished her story Phil had already made up his mind. He made his way up the stairs and headed straight for Grant's room. Skye went to follow but Coulson turned and told her to wait outside. She tried to protest but Coulson gave her a look that signaled that it was not up for discussion. Sighing, she turned away and headed to her own room.

It seemed as though they were talking for ages. Skye rotated between laying in her bed, leaning against the door or straining to hear the conversation in the other room. All she could hear were a few mumbles, but nothing coherent. After about 20 minutes she gave up trying to listen and simply lay on top of the sheets of her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Phil has allowed her to put some glow in the dark stars to act as nightlights for the room.

That was her excuse anyways. They reminded her of one of the times she and Grant had gone into town. The local philharmonic held bi monthly shows at the concert hall and they projected the entire show onto the outside wall for the public. Phil had suggested it to them, claiming they needed to get out of the house at some point. Emily was kind enough to drop them off on her way back home. They brought a picnic blanket and basket with cheese and crackers and some other snacks. Picking a spot, they spread the blanket and settled in for the show. Skye didn't really see the appeal of classical music, it always put her to sleep, but Grant seemed to enjoy the soothing tones.

As the show began and music filled the air, Skye found herself laying down staring up at the stars. As the music swelled and the tempo increased, she thought she could see the stars dance along with the music, jumping and sliding to the sounds of the violins. The whole scene was enchanting. After a while she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Ward had joined her on the floor, but rather than staring at the stars, his gaze was on her. She resisted the urge to move her hands from her stomach and entwine her fingers with his, instead focusing on how close his body was to hers. She could feel her heart beat in time with the beat of the music, as he moved his hands from his stomach to his sides. She copied him, placing her hand inches away from his. Skye turned to face him and for a moment they lay looking at each other. Skye felt herself closing the gap between them when the piece ended. Everyone around them began to clap and whistle. The sudden change helped to snap the duo out of their trance. Shaking her head, Skye stood up and joined the crowd in clapping. Ward stayed where he was on the floor, clapping gently. They rest of the night continued as normal, the car ride home was quiet and when they reached the house they both said goodnight and headed off to bed, but as soon as Skye got into bed she began to go recount the feelings she had felt on the grass. The feeling of happiness, and safety she had never truly felt before. She wanted to remember that feeling forever, so the next day she asked Phil for the glow in the dark stars.

Skye was thinking through the memory when Phil quietly knocked on her door. She jumped up and opened it without a second thought.

"Did you convince him to stay?" Phil shrugged,

"For now, but we need to think of a plan of action to help him." Skye nodded, already thinking of all the options that were available to them. Her thoughts were interrupted by an unfamiliar voice from behind Coulson,

"I've got one, but you're not going to like it."

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