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Author's Note: I considered following the plot of the song, but I don't imagine Skye and Ward's relationship getting boring, so this is my take on it.

Also this was surprisingly hard to write. I just got stuck on it for a good month and decided to work on other thing while this was on hold, and I'm glad to finally finish it (sorry for the long hiatus) And you know what? I was listening to L's Theme from Death Note on loop while I was finishing this up (and I sat like him for a while). I think it actually helped me write.

Enjoy!

[Office Co-Workers AU] [Humour/Romance] [T]

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'If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain

If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain

If you like making love at midnight in the dunes on the cape

Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape'

~Rupert Holmes

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"Good morning Trip," Skye greets as she approaches the front desk of SHIELD Technologies.

Antoine Triplett looks up from his desktop computer, shining his bright-as-always smile her way. "'Morning girl," he responds. "How was your weekend?"

She shrugs. "Fine I guess. I just finished up a few reports, watched some Netflix, the norm. What about you?" Skye slips her ID card out of her pocket and hands it to him.

While he runs the card through a scanner, Triplett says, "I met Raina's parents for the first time. We when to a nice restaurant and had a great conversation and meal. I think that they might actually like me. But then of course, who doesn't?" Then Trip hands the card back to her.

"Heads up, the elevator is being renovated, so you'll have to take the stairs."

"What?" Skye exclaims, "My desk is on the sixth floor, are they doing all the elevators now?"

He nods. "Yeah, I guess it was cheaper for them to hire a team to do it all at once. I know it sucks."

Skye groans before Trips says, "Have a great day Skye." with a smile, in attempts to brighten her dreary mood.

"You too." Skye flashes a small smile back at him. "And say 'Hi' to Raina for me."

"You know I will." She catches him wink at her before she turns her head and walks towards the stairwell.

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After a quick pit stop to the kitchen for a coffee, Skye walks into one of the meeting rooms where she sees Bobbi, one of the members of her current team, typing away at an assignment.

"Hey Bobbi," Skye says, getting the other woman's attention.

The blond glances up from the screen and smiles. "Hey yourself. Anything interesting happened to you over the weekend?" She leans over to prop her chin on the heel of her hand.

"Nothing much. Trip actually asked me the same thing. Do you guys just assume I went on an adventure of a lifetime, and that I was whisked away to a magical world in the span of two days?" Skye asks as she slips her messenger bag off her shoulders and places it flat on the table in front of her.

Bobbi twirls a pen between her fingers. "I was just wondering if you went out or met anyone," Bobbi attempts to say as casually as possible.

Skye sighs. "Stop trying to be subtle, it's really painful to watch." Skye takes her laptop out of the bag and boots it up. "And no, I didn't go out, I didn't meet a guy."

"Honey, you're turning thirty in a year. If you want kids, you better get on it. You don't want to be running around with toddlers when you're forty-eight."

"Bobbi, it's not like I'm not trying to find someone to settle down with, it's just that I haven't found 'the one' yet. You should know better than anyone that things like this can't be force." Skye pulls out a chair and sits across from Bobbi.

She takes a sip of her steaming coffee before asking, "Speaking of which, did you and Hunter paint the town red this weekend?"

Bobbi snickers to herself. "Well actually, it was his birthday on Friday, and we went out for dancing and drinks. Long story short, my phone got destroyed to the point of no return, so I got a new one," she announces as she hold up her shiny new smartphone which bares not a single smudge. "I decided that this was my opportunity to change service providers, so that was nice. I also got a new number so pass over your phone."

Skye slips hers out of her pocket and slides it across the table over to her.

Bobbi unlocks Skye's phone and adds her new number to Skye's contacts with a few clicks of the screen.

"There," Bobbi slides the phone back to its owner.

Skye stops the momentum with her hand just as it's about to fall off the table. "Thanks." She flashes a quick smile before pocketing the device.

They both hear footsteps approaching and turn to see Leo Fitz of the research department sticking his head into the room. "Sorry to interrupt ladies, but Skye, another of marketing's computers has to be fixed."

She sighs dramatically while pinching the bridge of her nose. "Let me guess, Ward again."

Fitz nods in return.

Great, just great.

Sure, Ward is kind of cute, definitely the tall, dark and handsome type, but he wouldn't be able to program a freaking Tumblr page if his life depended on it. He's only two years older than her, but she swears that he goes to bed at six, reads the newspaper and does tai-chi in the park on Sunday mornings. The man has a soul of an eighty year old.

"This is the fourth time this month," Skye mutters to herself. She gets out of the chair and closes the lid of her laptop, grabbing her coffee on the way. "And it's only the 12th. Why would you hire people in marketing that can't use a damn computer?" She walks past Fitz, taking a long slip of the lukewarm coffee.

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She walks past a row of gray cubicle and pops her head into the one at the end of the line. "Did you try turning it off and on again?"

Grant Ward turns around in his spinning office chair. "Ha ha Skye. I get it, I know I'm not the 'Computer Whisperer', but I didn't just accidentally turn it off again. The computer screen when blue while I was working on a report. And yes, I tried turning it off and on again."

"Well then," she says as she enters his work space. "Let's see what's going on."

She places her coffee beside the keyboard and laces her fingers together, then stretches her palms outwards with a satisfying crack. Ward moves aside and lets Skye take the reins. Her fingers fly across the keyboard while she keeps her eyes locked with the solid blue screen in front of her.

It only a few ticks of the clock later until she was able to get onto Ward's generic Windows home screen.

"I think that you accidently downloaded a virus and it was able to shut down the firewall," Skye says as she steps out of the way. "It was a easy fix."

Ward rolls his chair back in front of the desk. "Thanks Skye."

"Anytime Ward." She gives a mock salute before walking into of the cubicle. Honestly though, Ward is cute, but hopeless with tech. Even her parents know better than to click on shady websites. She sees him becoming one of those grandparents that have to clue about the latest technology. Old Grant Ward is sort of funny to think about.

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When Skye gets back home she's just about ready to crash. Victoria Hand is a great supervisor and all, but man, is she ever hard on her. She spent her day running up a down the stairs in heels, just because they decided to renovate the elevators today. Why today?

Skye flops face-first on the couch once it is in arm's reach (for it was the furthest her legs could take her). With her heavy breaths, she tries to move but her bones are practically putty. But after a solid five minutes of lying completely still, Skye gets board.

She reaches for her phone in her back and looks on her messages to see who she can harass. Skye is quick to find her first target.

Skye: hey bobbi its skye

She tosses her phone beside her on the couch and reaches to grab the TV remote on the coffee table. Skye is just able to turn of the cable box before she hears a ding. The words 'This is not Bobbi.' appear on the lock screen.

She bites down on her lip. "Dammit," Skye mutters to herself, fingers flying across the touch screen keyboard.

Skye: haha, my bad

She receives a reply instantly.

Unknown: No problem. I'm horrible with technology, I text the wrong person all the time.

Skye: well im great with tech so this is a first time thing

Unknown: Oh, so I'm your first anonymous text friend?

Skye: i wouldnt exactly call u a friend

Unknown: Well, all friends start somewhere. Also, you text like a teenager, just turn on auto-correct.

Skye: Im 29 thank you very much. a 29 year old with the heart of a teenager. i wil text the way i want to. and u text like a grandma

Unknown: I'll take that as a complement, my Gramsy was the best woman I knew. And I believe thirty-one is too young to be a grandfather.

Skye chuckles.

Skye: so youre a grandma's boy huh?

Unknown: I guess you could say that.

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Their conversations go on and on, jumping from topic to topic. The next time Skye checks the clock, it's already 7:29. This guy seems really interesting, and she's tempted to talk to him all night, but that wouldn't be the 'adult' thing to do.

Skye: can u tell me yr name so i can put u in my contacts

Unknown: I don't want a stacker thank you very much.

Skye rolls her eyes.

Skye: u know my name its only fair if i known urs

Unknown: Well it's not my fault that you told me your name!

Skye: i thought that u were Bobbi! anyways im calling you Jeff.

She taps over to her contact list and added Jeff to the list. She clicks back before sending a new message.

Skye: well Jeff, i have to finish up a few things for work and eat. ill talk to u later

Jeff: Goodnight Skye

Skye: goodnight jeff

Skye shuts off her phone and pushes herself off the couch. As she walks over to the small kitchen in her apartment. She's praying to the Refrigerator God that there is some leftover take-out or something.

...

"Bobbi!" Skye pushes open the door to that same meeting room that Skye found her in yesterday. "You gave me the wrong number!"

She peeks her head up from her papers. "What?"

Skye sighs loudly. "Yesterday, when you gave me your new phone number, you gave me the wrong one apparently!"

"No, no, no, I'm sure that I got it right."

Skye places her phone flat on the table and slides it over to Bobbi. "Nope, instead I was having a lovely chat with a total stranger," Skye explains as she walks over to her friend's side.

"Huh, I got the last number wrong." Bobbi types in a few numbers in a new contact slot. "My bad."

"Well thanks a lot for that. I was planning on harassing you all night, but I was harassing a stranger instead."

Bobbi is quick to ask, "Wait, did you not realize that it wasn't me?"

"No, he told me that it wasn't you, but he carried on the conversation and I was messaging back and forth with him in for a solid two hours."

"Looks like you got yourself an internet boyfriend," Bobbi says a she gives back Skye's phone. "Too bad he isn't real."

"He's not a robot or anything Bobbi, it's a real person."

"Yeah, but you don't know if they are making this stuff up. They could be a twelve-year-old girl or an eighty-year-old man and you wouldn't even know it."

Skye shrugs. "I guess you're right." And Bobbi could very much be right, but Skye would like to believe otherwise.

Jeff, or whoever Jeff really is, seems like a nice guy. Sure, maybe he sent her a few too many screenshots of dogs and health tips, but it's not like she minds (but she does take the health tips as an insult that she is unfit, she has been maintaining her figure well thank you very much!).

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Skye messages him once she gets back to her desk.

Skye: how is ur day so far?

Jeff: It would be better if your used proper grammar.

She rolls her eyes as she texts back,

Skye: of course, grammar again.

Skye: well my day has been pretty good thank you very much. they finally fixed the elevator in my building so i don't have to run up and down the stairs in heel

Jeff: I always take the stairs. I sit at a desk all day so I have to get some form of exercise.

She raises an eyebrow.

Skye: office job? i pegged u as more of a police officer or a personal trainer

Jeff: Well, if my parents had it their way, I'd be a doctor, lawyer or a politician, but that would have been a disaster. I'm not a people person. My brother was joking that I should become pathologist, because the patients are dead, so they don't talk complain or talk back to you.

Skye: now u are kind of sounding like a serial killer

Jeff: Maybe I text people long enough to find where they are and kill them...

Skye: but u suck at technology

Jeff: It could always be an act...

Skye: oh shut up. i shouldnt even be texting u at work. my supervisor is hardcore

Jeff: Wow Skye, such a bad girl.

Skye: shut up

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Jeff: I didn't have time to check the news this morning. Did Trump do something stupid today?

Skye: dont get me started...

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Jeff: Good morning Skye.

Jeff: Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty.

Jeff: Unless you're in a different time zone, then sorry.

Jeff: Still, you should be up by now.

Skye: fuck off jeff

Jeff: I see someone's a little cranky in the morning.

Skye: FUCK. OFF. I'M TRYING TO GET SOME DAMN SLEEP!

Jeff: So, a morning wakeup call seems to get you to use somewhat proper grammar.

Skye: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Jeff: :)

Skye: FFFUUUUCCKKKKKK YYYOOOOOUUUU!

Jeff: Ha, you wish ;)

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Skye: Are we gonna have a problem?

Jeff: Umm, sorry, what?

Skye: You got a bone to pick?

Jeff: Um. No.

Skye: You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?

Jeff: Are you drunk Skye? But wait, you're grammar is finally good! Are you finally sober?

Skye: I'd normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch.

Jeff: Where's 'here'?

Skye: But I'm feeling nice. Here's some advice. Listen up, biotch!

Jeff: Is this a song or a poem or something?

Skye: yeah it is! its from a musical look it up. its been stuck in my head allday

Jeff: Now back to the bad grammar. It was fun while it lasted.

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Skye: do u have anyother mystery text friends?

Jeff: I've texted plenty of strangers before, but the conversation doesn't last for very long.

Skye: awwww, so im ur only long turn text friend thats cute

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Skye: what with u and grammar anyways?

Jeff: It's just good practice, is easier to understand and looks a lot nicer.

Skye: but isnt short form easier

Jeff: Yes, but sometimes I find it harder to understand.

Skye: does proper grammar turn u on?

Jeff: What? No!

Skye: i bet it does

Skye: Do you find this sexy?

Jeff: Skye...

Skye: Look at those sexy upper case letters, and that proper punctuation. And then those smooth, soft curves of those 'C's and 'S's. Mummmmm.

Jeff: I'm mentally disturbed. I'm turning off my phone now.

Skye: Bye, handsome. ;)

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Jeff: When you were talking about Bobbi when you first messaged me, by any chance were to talking about Bobbi Morse?

Skye: yeahhhh, how did u know

Jeff: Will, I work with both a Skye and a Bobbi.

Skye: who r u then?

Jeff: Well, the Skye I know loves challenges. So here's a challenge. If you can't figure out who I am in the next 24 hours, you'll go in a date with me. Sound fair?

Skye: a date? really? u r realy starting to sounding like a stalker

Jeff: So is that a 'yes'?

Skye: fine, but its on now

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Already she had a plan and a solid hunch. She know several things about Jeff; he's bad with technology, know both her and Bobbi and it somewhat anti-social. All the evidence points to one person, it's kind of obvious, but it would be embarrassing if she got it wrong.

Once she arrives to work the next day, she talk to Trip for a few brief minutes, she takes the elevator up to the fourth floor, and enters 'cubicle city' as she likes to call it. Row up upon row of gray cubicle that are always seen in movies and TV shows.

Skye walks through the row of cubicles as she dials Jeff's number. The room is then filled with two distinct sounds; the sound of typing and a genetic Apple ringtone. She has him right in her grasp now. She runs towards the noise as she turns down the row of cubicles, turning left and right.

As she turns down the rows, it starts to feel familiar.

And there it is, the cubicle with the plastic plate 'Grant Ward' on the exterior walls. And just as the ring stops, it goes to voicemail.

'You've reached Grant Ward. Leave your name and a brief message at the tone, and I'll return your call as soon as possible. Have a good day.' Wow, even his voicemail is even proper and a tad generic.

Skye puts the phone up to her ear and says, "Hi Ward, it's Skye. I've found you," before hanging up and stepping into his cubicle.

"Ha, I know it!" Skye exclaimed. "Is not good with technology, speaks like a grandpa, all the evidence leads to Grant Ward."

A slight grin appears in his lips. "Well, I should have known that you'd figure out that it was me in less than twenty-four hours. Shame, I was about to make reservation to one of the nicest restaurants in town."

When she feels her cheeks grow warmer, it only make her step closer to him.

"Well I'd like to take you up on that offer anyways." It's a bold move, since they've only texted and haven't talked much besides that, but she has a good feeling about this.

"After texting you for a week, I have started to really get to know you, but I still want to know more about you." Skye smiles warmly. "Ward, will you go on a date with me?"

He snickers, "I thought you'd never ask. And I guess I'm still paying, right?"

Skye crooks her head to the side and flashes a coy smile. "You guessed right. I have to head out for the day soon, for offsite work, but I will see you tomorrow, okay?"

Ward nods in response. "Once I book reservations for the restaurant, I'll text you the details."

"Bye Ward," Skye says as she perks up to her toes and kisses him gently on the cheek, her chin grazing the stubble on his jawline.

When she looks back at him, Skye chuckles. He's cute when he's dazed.

It takes him a split second, but he blinks before responding, "Bye Skye."

As Skye walks back down the rows of the cubicle, she edits the place in her contacts from 'Jeff' to 'Grant Ward' and laughs softly to herself.

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Another Author's Note: I never thought that I would write about a grammar kink. I'm sorry if you're as mentally disturbed as I am.

Also I was going to throw in another Hamilton song, but I thought that Heathers the Musical needed some love. Listen to 'I am Damaged' and think about Skyeward... That will be fun.

Also I'm now on Tumblr, you can find me at trinitea-fics . tumblr . com! I was going to just go by TriniTea, but there are already other Trinitea and I feel even less original now.

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