"I don't want to be here," says Skye, crossing her leg over the other. "Look, Andrew. I get that Coulson has asked you to look over my mental health, but I don't need it right now. I'm hunting down the mark."

"The mark that is your husband," points out Andrew, sitting across from Skye. He raises an eyebrow. "Are you saying that you don't feel a single thing towards him? Not one bit?"

"No."

"Because most people wouldn't get married for no reason," Andrew speaks, immediately scratching out a few notes on Skye's file. "They get married for love."

"Well, he apparently got married to me to figure out any Shield secrets I have," she grits out. She points to herself and rants, "Look, Andrew. Maybe in the beginning, I thought Grant was wonderful and amazing and absolutely awesome. But now, I really want to kill him. Like kill him. Besides, he is Hydra. He is working for a terrorist organization."

"I see." Andrew pauses, debating with himself. Should he…?

"What is that look on your face?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't play dumb. I know that you know something I don't."

"Well," casually says Andrew, picking up Grant's file off the tiny table next to him. "Well, you should know this. The night Grant attacked you with a knife, he came to me."

"What?" She immediately sits back up and narrows her eyes. "You didn't tell me this? Back when I alerted the entire Shield that the mark is highly dangerous and is an unknown person that we know nothing about?"

Silently cursing himself for bad appointments, Andrew clears his throat. "I may have been listening to Lance Hunter's complaints about a demonic hell beast that was apparently accidently let out from Hades."

She clenches her fist. "I hate Lance."

"Look." He waves his hand. "Look. Grant came to me after you were attacked by a knife." A pause. "Was it a throwing knife?"

"A cutting knife."

"A cutting knife," he repeats. "He talked to me for a bit, and I would bet my degrees and achievements that he truly didn't know that you were Shield when he married you."

"So you are a human lie detector now?"

He sighs patiently. "He didn't know that I was a Shield psychologist."

"Oh, the irony. An insane Hydra assassin goes to a Shield psychologist for help in marriage counseling," quips Skye. With a bitter smile, she notes, "I won't be surprised if he joins Shield next."

Andrew sighs again. "Okay. But the key is that he went to me to clear the mess that is in his head, Skye. He didn't tell me the exact details of what happened in Portland, just the general idea. But he was shocked by your appearance in Portland. And he was—is—disturbed by it. Overwhelmed, most definitely. But the thing is Skye, he still cares about you and his marriage with you."

"Well, he can burn in hell," she says.

"Skye, he told me about you trying to kill him," he replies, after a long moment of hesitation. "He said that part of him wanted to kill you, too. But truly, he doesn't want to kill you."

"I'm not going to listen to the secondhand words of a crazy Nazi," she says, shaking her head with disgust. "Andrew, you may think that Grant is a decent man, but what kind of man overkills everyone? Brings a rocket launcher? Shoots me with a rocket launcher? Throws a knife at my head? Has a secret basement underneath his tool shed with fifty-seven grenades, fifteen stun guns, ten machine guns, and much more than I can ever remember. But I know that he can stock a small army if he wants to."

Then she stands up, grabs her purse, and then storms out of Andrew's office.

He sighs. But he definitely doesn't want to see Skye and Grant killing each other. Funnily enough, he doesn't quite believe that there is a crazy Nazi persona in the man he saw the other day. What he saw is a man, who is still in love and wants to believe.

"A demonic hellhound," rants Lance, thumping his foot against the ground. He chews on his fingernail, and he says, "A crazy she-banshee from hell. You know Bobbi and I were married a few years ago, right? It is like our problems, all of our old problems, are coming back."

Then the phone rings.

Andrew sighs with relief. Saved by the phone.

Smiling politely at Lance, he says, "Sorry, I have to get that." He goes over to his desk and picks up the phone. "Hello? Andrew Garner."

"Hey. How did that session with Skye go?"

"She stormed off before we could finish our session," he answers, pinching the flesh between his eyes. "I know that this request may sound selfish, but could you please recommend her to someone who is better qualified for marriage counseling? I can analyze the two of them alone and together, but someone who has more experience could might get—"

"Andrew, you're the best."

"In this field. But not marriage counseling." He turns slightly to Lance, who is looking through his phone and grumbling about some texts from Bobbi. "I already have my hands full with one couple. I don't need another couple. Especially where one side is a Hydra assassin and the other is a Shield assassin. It is bound to blow up. And not in a good way."

A pause.

Then Coulson says, "You do realize that we are trying to kill this Hydra assassin? Not actually give him relationship counseling?"

Andrew groans. "I know what Shield wants to do. But I'm against killing of people who we don't really know. Especially against people who never have their voices heard before by us. Like this Hydra assassin. Besides, you have been saying something about… assets."

Silence.

Then Coulson mutters, with a touch of disbelief, "You actually do believe that you can talk to a Hydra assassin, do you?"

Turning back towards Lance, Andrew replies, "I think I'm willing enough to give him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, you haven't seen this man before. Not in the way I have."

"Fine. I'll tell Skye that she doesn't have to kill him in the next… thirty-six hours or so?"

"You actually gave her a time limit to kill her husband?"

Another pause. "Yes."

"Goodbye, Coulson."

Then he ends the call.

Andrew shuts his eyes and then feels the slightest brush of a headache coming up. Sometimes, he really wishes that life doesn't become so complicated.

Whoo! Another chapter done. But this one is the last one for today. Tomorrow, there will be more. (Hopefully.) Once again, I ask you to leave your reviews and your praise (no flames, though) and your constructive criticism. I know I can use it.