The months following the fall of SHIELD were hard ones but Grant was mostly happy. He could finally be genuine and no longer had to lie to Skye or his other teammates about who he was. That made his life much easier, especially as he found himself developing a sense of true belonging. Skye and his team liked him, flaws and all, not some character dreamed up by someone else. It also helped that some of the pressure was off. Grant no longer had to question whether every decision he made was vital to the mission and/or needed to be hidden. He could now express preferences and dislikes without fear of censure from a rigid family member or a manipulative mentor. For the first time in a long time, he was free.

However, life within SHIELD was not without problems. They were still dealing with the fall-out from the Hydra reveal, both practically and emotionally. Many missions felt repetitive as they spent a lot of time recapturing people and artifacts they'd thought were taken care of, resources – both financial and staffing – were in short supply, and relationships were tentative as they grappled with healing old wounds and reestablishing trust. The last was particularly challenging because of the very nature of SHIELD. Since it was a spy agency, SHIELD was centered around lies – both finding and telling them – but the organization was finally trying to reconcile how badly secrets had hurt them with how much they helped.

Grant grinned a little to himself as he thought back to a meeting with Fury his team had early in the rebuilding process. The whole team, including Trip and a still-recovering Fitz, were going to tour the Sandbox, a facility they recently won back from Hydra. The group needed to assess the strengths and weakness of the base and make a plan to return it to working order.

Flashback

The Bus was just about ready to take off when Coulson informed everyone of a mandatory meeting in the cargo hold. Fury wanted a few words before they left. The group assembled in a tight circle with Simmons and Grant supporting Fitz. Fury glanced intimidatingly around, his eyes lingering on each person before moving to the next. Suddenly, he smiled.

"The last few weeks have been difficult for everyone and I wanted you to know that I value your dedication and loyalty. As thanks, I've given each and every one of you a commendation and raise in pay." Fury smiled slightly and held up his hand to stop the few muffled cheers the group gave at the news. "Don't get too excited. A raise doesn't mean much when your salaries were cut in half after Hydra emerged. Budget cuts." He chuckled ruefully when the smiles dropped off their faces. "But we're getting there. Your efforts won't go unnoticed, so keep up the good work." He nodded and then started to leave.

As Grant turned to head to the Lounge, he noticed that Coulson appeared unsatisfied with Fury's speech. His eyes widened when Coulson put a hand on Fury's arm, halting his progress off of the Bus. Fury's decisions were rarely questioned and Grant had never seen anyone but Maria Hill even attempt it. What's going on?

"Before you go," Coulson told Fury firmly, "I want to make certain that everyone here," he waved a hand to indicate the team, "is working only for me. If anyone is reporting back to you for whatever reason, I want to know about it now. No more secrets," he finished in a determined voice.

Nick Fury just raised an eyebrow.

"I mean," stuttered Coulson, "no more secrets within our team. Of course there will be secrets. About new missions. We're a spy agency." Grant wanted to laugh. Fury was indeed a master communicator and leader.

"Fair enough," Fury replied shortly. He turned to face the team. "As of now, any mission or assignment you previously had from me or Assistant Director Hill can be shared with this team. Any information you gain about Director Coulson's emotional state (he looked at May), the TAHITI drug (his eyes skimmed FitzSimmons and Trip), the Rising Tide (he glanced at Skye) or Hydra (he nodded at Grant) can be told to Agent Coulson. We clear?" After seeing everyone's nod, Fury clapped a hand on Coulson's shoulder and, disregarding his open-mouthed stare, turned and walked down the ramp.

There was a brief moment of silence as they all watched Fury exit the plane. Then everyone but Coulson and Skye began leaving to return to their respective places. Skye placed her hand on Grant's arm. At his questioning look, she tilted her head in Coulson's direction. He clearly wasn't done with the conversation.

"Wait a minute," Coulson said to the team before they dispersed to various areas of the Bus. "Do you mean to tell me that I was the only one not reporting in secret to Fury or some other group?"

"Hey, I just joined your team," Trip said, putting his hands up in a defensive fashion. "The only reporting I did was to my commanding officer…." He trailed off for a moment, "…who ended up being Hydra, so yeah, never mind. But does that mean all of you were reporting to other people?" he asked incredulously.

No one said anything. FitzSimmons both looked at their feet while Grant exchanged a glance with Skye. Only May seemed to know what to do. "Phil," she said gently as she steered him toward his office. "That may have been how we started but that's not where we are now."

Given what Coulson said to him shortly after Garrett's death – that he'd always have a place on the team – Grant suspected that his outrage was mostly for show. Just in case it wasn't, he held his breath until he saw Coulson nod. He didn't know what he'd do if Coulson suddenly decided to disband the team but it looked like May had everything under control. Things are going to be ok.

Trip left the cargo hold shaking his head and muttering under his breath about what he'd gotten himself into. Fitz gave Grant an affectionate whack on the shoulder (Grant glared at him even though he was secretly thrilled) as he and Jemma headed to their Lab. He glanced over at Skye only to find her smiling flirtatiously up at him. Maybe better than ok.

"So, when can we start training again, Agent Ward?" she asked with a sly grin.

He laughed. "Training. Is that what we're calling it now?"

"Just keep it down!" Fitz called out from the Lab. Grant almost choked. "Really Jemma, I think I preferred Hydra Ward," he heard Fitz continue in what he surely believed was a discreet voice. "At least he was quiet."

"Oh I don't know, Fitz. I think the change is quite welcome," Jemma replied, looking directly at Grant and smiling. At least she understood that their conversation was being overheard.

Skye's eyes lit up as she turned to face Grant. "Fitz has no idea what he's talking about. I, for one, really like it when Agent Ward gets all chatty and vocal." She grinned wickedly at him when she noted his blush. "Also," she said in a low tone, "it kind of looks like I have some competition for your affections."

Grant just smiled, grabbed her hand and led her down the hall. Once they were safely past the Lab, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Not even remotely possible."

Present Day

The mission to assess the Sandbox was one of the last times the group worked together over the next several months. When they returned to the Playground, Coulson decided that they'd be able to cover more ground by splitting into teams. FitzSimmons were, of course, tasked with rebuilding SHIELD's Science Division. Fitz's injuries made it more difficult for him to work but Grant was pleased to note that he seemed to be improving rapidly. He helped Fitz's recovery along as much as possible by resuming their poker games at least once a week. Trip usually joined them if he was on base.

Skye, May and Trip were ordered to retrieve as many SHIELD weapons, vehicles, equipment, artifacts and 0-8-4s as they could. Their team was often away from the Playground, which meant that Grant and Skye couldn't see each other as often as they'd like. This especially was true since Grant often was off-base as well. Their differing schedules also meant that, while Grant was still technically Skye's SO, he had to hand off her training to May or Trip when he wasn't around. He hated the time away from her but admitted to himself that dividing her training duties did help keep their relationship low-key. However, Skye wasn't always as cautious as she needed to be about advertising their relationship, especially when she was convinced he was going to do something dangerous.

The five younger members of Team Bus (how they now referred to themselves after graciously granting Trip honorary membership) were spending an enjoyable evening in the common area playing Scrabble. Grant had just beaten everyone handily.

Trip shook his head ruefully. "Man, is there anything you're not good at?" he asked Grant.

"Nope," Skye answered casually as she continued looking at the Scrabble board. Then, feeling the silence, she glanced up and saw all the faces looking at her in amazement. "What?"

"Never mind," Grant replied hastily. "So, how's the Science Division coming?" he asked FitzSimmons in a clear effort to change the subject.

He was quickly sorry he'd asked as FitzSimmons went on forever about their decreased budget and resources. Grant frowned as he watched Trip look at Jemma intensely, the two sitting very close together. Ever since Fitz had gotten stronger and hadn't needed Jemma as much, Grant noticed that Jemma and Trip seemed thicker than thieves. He glanced at Fitz, sad to see that he was observing the interplay between them as well. He knows. Grant sighed. He couldn't blame Jemma for liking Trip. The guy was extremely funny and charming, his laidback personality a perfect counterpoint for the uptight Brit. Nor could he fault Trip for falling for the beautiful, caring and brilliant scientist. I guess we can't all get what we want. He glanced over at Skye who was pretending to be interested in FitzSimmons' diatribe but was actually playing Candy Crush on her phone. Thank goodness I did!

Grant caught her eye and smiled slightly. Skye gave him a quizzical expression and he tilted his head minutely toward Jemma and Fitz. Her eyes shifted to the other three agents and she nodded in understanding. Grant's smile widened. He loved that they were so in sync with each other now that they could have nonverbal conversations.

"Sounds like you two have your hands full," Skye interrupted, after finishing up her game. "I'm sure it's annoying trying to get AC to give you money but that's nothing compared to having May in charge of your every waking minute!"

"No joke! That woman is intense!" Trip groaned.

He and Skye regaled the group with tales of some of the weird objects they'd tracked down then started complaining about May's extreme schedule of training, missions and the dreaded paperwork. After a few minutes, Grant tuned them out, having already heard most of it from Skye. He refocused his attention back to the group though when he noticed Trip turn his head to look at him.

"So what does Coulson have you doing, man?" he asked Grant casually. "I've seen you bringing people in right and left."

Grant took a sip of his beer and looked warily at Skye who was sitting on his right. She was kind of lying back on the couch, casually glancing at something on her phone, seemingly uninterested in the answer to Trip's question. She looked pretty relaxed but Grant knew it wouldn't last. He actually was kind of surprised that the two of them hadn't talked about what he was doing before now but, given the short amount of time they'd had together lately, there had always been other things to do and discuss. Besides, he had an idea that Skye was trying not to think about what he could be doing. She's not going to like either of my missions.

"Well," he said slowly, glancing at Skye. "Since I'm more knowledgeable than most about Hydra's recruiting techniques, Coulson has me bringing in SHIELD agents who were captured and turned by Hydra."

Almost as if it were choreographed, FitzSimmons and Skye turned their heads to look at him as one. "What!" Skye yelped.

"That's got to be incredibly dangerous, Agent Ward!" Jemma said, her eyes wide.

"By yourself?" Fitz asked incredulously.

Only Trip seemed relatively unaffected. "Cool," he said, nodding and looking impressed, just as if Ward had just mentioned going backstage at a concert.

"That is so not cool!" Skye informed Trip in a heated voice, sending him a death glare. Then she whipped around to face Grant. "How can AC send you on missions like that? Doesn't he know what Hydra would do to you if they caught you?"

Grant smirked uneasily, certain that this conversation was going to go in a direction he wasn't going to like. Maybe I can redirect it before it gets started. "Hey, I keep telling you that I'm not that easy to capture or kill. Should I be insulted by your lack of confidence in my abilities?" He'd used that line on her many times to great effect but, going by her facial expression, this time she wasn't having it.

"Oh no, you do not get to give me that excuse. You're not infallible, Grant!" Skye said. Grant was startled to see that she was near tears.

"Skye's right, Ward. We just got you back. We don't want to lose you again, this time maybe for good," Fitz interjected.

"I can't believe Agent Coulson would be so cavalier about your safety," Jemma added angrily.

Grant found himself torn between emotions. While he loved that FitzSimmons and Skye all cared enough to worry about him, this was his job, one he was really good at. So he was exasperated that no one but Trip seemed confident that he could do it.

"OK, everyone needs to calm down," Grant said firmly. He saw Skye turn away him, trying to hide her tears. "I appreciate that you're worried but there's really no need for concern. Agent Coulson is being cautious; there are all sorts of safe guards and backups in place when I'm out in the field. But I'm a Specialist and this is what Specialists do." He reached over to put his hand on Skye's arm only to have her shake it off. He sighed. Looks like we're in for another fun conversation.

Trip glanced over at Skye and nodded imperceptibly at Grant. Specialist solidarity. At least someone understands. With an air of changing the subject, Trip said, "Was that Agent 33 I saw you bringing in earlier today?"

Grant nodded. "It took me a while but I finally caught Kara." Skye still had her back to him but he noticed FitzSimmons' puzzled looks. "Kara Palamas was one of our best agents before she got trapped by Hydra at one of our safe houses."

"Man, I never thought I'd see the day Kara went over to the Dark Side," Trip said. "That girl was fierce."

"Believe me, she still is," Grant replied emphatically. "Word is that she put up such a big fight against Hydra that they had to use the Faustus Method on her."

"That's tough," Trip said, shaking his head sympathetically.

Jemma sat up with an animated expression. "The Faustus Method? I've read about that! Isn't that when they compel people to follow their directives through hypnosis and mental reprogramming? They use a verbal code that activates the conditioning if the subject is being difficult."

Grant nodded. "I've never seen it done but that's what I heard. It's a pretty time-consuming process, so they generally only use it on high-value targets who resist their usual recruiting incentives. Kara must've given them a run for their money." He and Trip shared a proud look.

"Is that what happened to you? Did they brainwash you into joining Hydra?" Fitz asked.

Suddenly, the mood in the room went from pleasant to tense. Silence settled on the group as everyone – including Skye who had turned back around, a worried expression on her face – looked at Grant. I should've known this would come up eventually. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and ran his hand over his face. His past with Hydra was an open secret but it wasn't something he'd talked about with most of the team, so it was only fair that they'd have questions. At the moment, only Skye and Coulson knew the details. And his therapist of course. She was encouraging him to talk about it more. Maybe it's time I followed her advice. Of all people, Fitz deserved to know the truth. Grant felt Skye take his hand and he squeezed it gently in thanks.

"I wish I could say that's what happened to me," he started slowly in a regretful tone, "but I was never brainwashed. Everything I did, good and bad, I did of my own free will." He saw Fitz's face fall and knew that he'd hoped for a better explanation for Grant's association with the evil group. "If it makes you feel any better, I was never loyal to Hydra; I was only loyal to Garrett."

"Yeah, I get that one," Trip said ruefully. "Garrett sure had a way with words. I hate to admit it but the guy was convincing. He had a lot of us fooled."

While Grant was grateful for Trip's support, he was also a bit insulted at the thought of him not being able to tell when John was lying. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell the group that he'd always known about Garrett's plans, that he'd never been fooled, but decided he'd said enough. He really didn't want them to look at him differently, not when he'd finally started earning back their trust. Besides, if his therapist was correct, Garrett did fool Grant, just in a different way. He felt Skye squeeze his hand sympathetically.

"Kara Palamas," Jemma said thoughtfully, her expression puzzled. "Why do I know that name?" Then her face cleared and she smiled teasingly at Grant. He tensed, struggling to keep his expression blank. Damn! "Weren't the two of you an item once?"

Grant said nothing while he tried to figure out how he could explain what he and Kara had together. He didn't want to lie but neither did he want Skye to get upset. He thought she might since she abruptly let go of his hand but he didn't look over to check.

Once again Trip jumped in. "Girl, you don't know what you're talking about," he told Jemma. "Ward was always too busy to have a girlfriend." Grant exchanged another glance with Trip and gave him a nod. He was surprised that Trip was sticking up for him, particularly since they'd once competed for Garrett's approval. Maybe they could become friends after all. I'm going to have to buy him a beer soon.

"Yeah," Fitz interjected. "If his thing with Agent 33 was anything like what he had with Agent May, Skye has nothing to worry about."

Trip choked and Jemma just smiled. Grant glared at Fitz in consternation, carefully avoiding any glance toward Skye. "Did everyone on the Bus know about that?" he asked exasperatedly.

"Well, Jemma and I did," Fitz replied calmly, glancing at Jemma in satisfaction. "We are geniuses you know."

"Yes, you and Agent May would both disappear at the same times and she was much more pleasant after one of your…interactions," Jemma said cheerfully. "Fitz and I frequently commented upon it. You always seemed just as usual though."

Now it was Grant's turn to choke. Time to end this. He stood up. "Well, if we've finished talking about my sex life, I think it's time I turned in for the night." He forced himself to look at Skye, not sure what to do since they spent every night they could together. What if she doesn't want to go with me?

Skye hadn't moved from the couch but, much to his relief, she was grinning at him. "I always suspected you had a history, Robot, but it was fun watching you squirm. You go ahead and I'll join you later."

Grant nodded shortly, said goodnight to everyone and left the room. As he walked down the hall towards Skye's room, he grimaced to himself. I'm going to kill FitzSimmons!

Several days later, Grant was on his way to Coulson's office to discuss his upcoming mission. Skye, Trip and May were away on a mission to retake a Level 10 classified 0-8-4 from the government. They'd taken Agent Isabel Hartley and her team –Lance Hunter and another mercenary named Idaho – with them for assistance in finding what everyone suspected would be a needle in a haystack. Grant always tried not to worry whenever Skye was gone but sometimes it proved difficult. However, this mission seemed simple enough. After all, it was only a U.S. military installation. They could handle that in their sleep.

That's why he was surprised when Hartley, Hunter and Skye hurriedly burst through the outer door, Hartley and Hunter looking like they'd been through the wringer and all of them appearing extremely upset. None of them saw Grant. They seemed intent on getting to Coulson's office but then Hartley stopped Skye and physically turned her around.

"Uh uh. You need to go get checked out so we know what we're dealing with. There'll be time for you to talk to Coulson later."

Skye appeared as though she wanted to argue but then looked down and sighed. "OK." Hartley and Hunter continued towards Coulson's office. Skye watched them go, then turned and saw Grant. Her expression softened as she went and gave him a hard hug.

Grant tried to control his anxiety. He stepped back from the hug and gave her a visual once-over. She looked fine but clearly, something was up. "Skye? What's going on? Why do you need to get checked out? Are you ok?"

"I'm ok, Grant. Really. Why don't you go hear Hartley and Hunter's report and I'll meet you later once Simmons has taken a look at me?" He must have looked reluctant because she put her hand on his arm and said firmly, "It's just a precaution. I'm fine." Then she turned on her heel and went off to the Lab.

She's fine. She can take care of herself. Grant often talked himself out of hovering over Skye. He'd tried that early on in their time at the Playground and, once his ears stopped ringing from her lecture, admitted that Skye was correct that she was a capable and well-trained agent. Consequently, the best way he could both distract himself from her condition was to find out what had happened on the mission.

He hurried to Coulson's office, not wanting to miss anything. He had just knocked on the door and was starting to enter when Trip and May came down the hall and followed him into the room. Hartley and Hunter were both standing alongside one wall. Grant was too experienced of an agent to ask where Idaho was.

Coulson nodded at the new arrivals. May and Trip moved to stand in front of the desk while Grant drifted off to the side. He wasn't there to talk, just to listen. "May, Trip, you got the quinjet. Good job. But I need to know what happened with the obelisk. Why don't you start at the beginning?" he asked looking at May.

"Thanks to Trip," May said nodding at him, "we had no trouble getting into the warehouse. But there were hundreds, probably thousands, of containers and boxes to search and it was taking too long. But then Skye said she heard something, almost like the 0-8-4 was calling to her."

May's voice had taken on a different tone, almost as if she was embarrassed by what she was saying. Hartley, Hunter and Trip all looked uncomfortable. Grant straightened. This doesn't sound good.

"Calling to her?" Coulson queried.

"Yeah. It was weird," Trip replied. "One minute she was searching the aisles like we all were, then she stopped dead, listened for a moment, and went straight to the box. She called out that she'd found it and everyone ran over to help."

"That's when Creel came out of nowhere. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he came from the wall," Hartley said in amazement. "He tried grabbing the box just as Skye was opening it and we started firing at him."

"Except the bullets bounced off of him, just like they did at our undercover meeting with Browning," Hunter interjected.

At hearing all of this, it took all of Grant's self-control not to roll his eyes. Didn't I tell them that Creel could absorb any material? He'd thought that Coulson would use his information to improve upon the mission, not just leave his team in the dark to deal with someone who could literally become any material he wanted. They should've been prepared to fight with weapons other than guns.

"Something must've jogged the box because the 0-8-4 started to fall and Skye grabbed it to keep it from hitting the ground," Hartley resumed. Grant frowned. As a trained agent, Skye should've known better than to touch an alien artifact with her bare hands. As her SO, he'd have to speak with her about that. "Nothing happened except that the markings on the item glowed yellow, so she swung it around to hit Creel. He seemed scared of it and ran away. That's when the alarms went off and we left."

"Trip and I got the quinjet," May said, picking up the story smoothly (Grant smiled a bit at her euphemism for steal), "while Skye took off on a motorcycle to catch up with the SUV."

"We were doing fine with the 0-8-4 until Creel reappeared in the middle of the road," Hartley said. "Idaho didn't have enough time to swerve, so we ended up hitting Creel and rolling the truck. I don't know how Creel survived but he just got up and started walking toward us. Hunter and I fired at him but the bullets didn't have any impact. Idaho…" her voice cracked and she stopped talking.

Hunter cast a quick glance at her and put his hand on her arm. "The 0-8-4 was in the front seat with Idaho. He must've thought that he could use it to scare off the creepy guy like Skye did at the warehouse. Instead…" Hunter's voice trailed off and he seemed to shake himself. "The moment he grabbed it, this weird black substance started going up his arm and he was yelling that he couldn't let go. The black stuff just kept going up his arm and around until it was coating his entire body," his voice started trembling slightly, "and then he was dead. I didn't know what to do but that Creel guy just leaned down and grabbed the 0-8-4 like it was nothing. It didn't seem to affect him like it did Idaho."

"Sir, he touched our tire," Hartley told Coulson, her voice still sounding shaky, "and his hand and lower arm seemed to become rubber. That's when he grabbed the 0-8-4 and ran off. We tried to help Idaho but…there was nothing we could do." She paused to regain control of herself. No one said anything. "That was when Skye showed up. She was going to chase down Creel but when we heard sirens, she decided it was more important to get all of us far enough away so that the military couldn't find us. Then we stole a car and headed back here."

Coulson nodded. "Skye was correct to prioritize your safety and well-being. It wouldn't be a good idea for any of our agents to get captured, especially not when we have the military and other government officials breathing down our necks."

May looked like she was going to be sick but when she spoke, she sounded just like she always did. "Where's Skye now?"

"I insisted that she go to the Lab to get checked out," Hartley said. "I don't know why that thing reacted so differently to her but I figured that we needed to know if she's infected."

"Infected?" Grant asked in an agitated voice, pushing off from the wall to go stand in the center of the room. It was the first time he'd spoken since entering the room. "Is what happened to Idaho going to happen to Skye?"

"We don't know anything for sure. But so far, Simmons says she's shown no signs of any negative effects," Coulson told him calmly.

"So far? What do we even know about the 0-8-4?" Grant knew he was pushing things, especially when he felt May's hand on his arm, but he couldn't help himself. He felt the beginnings of panic and tried to push it down. I can't let anything happen to Skye!

"Yes, 'so far' is all we have to go on at the moment, Agent Ward. And we know virtually nothing about the 0-8-4; that's why we were trying to procure it," Coulson replied a bit testily. He eyed Grant for a moment. "Why don't you go help Simmons try to figure some of this out? You and I can talk about your mission later."

Grant nodded gratefully and quickly left the room. If Skye was in danger, he wanted to be close at hand. However, he stopped to take a deep breath first (She'll freak out if I'm upset) and turned when he heard someone else leave Coulson's office. It was May, her expression stormy.

She strode over to him, grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hall. "I'll walk with you," she said. He let himself be led without resistance.

"OK," he murmured, mostly to himself. Whenever May was angry, it was best not to say much.

She guided him down the hall and around the corner then stopped abruptly. It was a good place to talk without being overheard. May faced him. "You need to be more careful about flaunting your relationship with Skye. I'm pretty sure that Coulson knows and is just turning a blind eye but if you push things, he could change his mind."

Grant nodded thoughtfully. Flaunt. That's an interesting word. He was pretty sure that he was being discreet but he couldn't always count on Skye to do the same. And May was right that he'd overstepped some bounds in Coulson's office but there clearly was more to her advice than that. She wouldn't have left an important briefing just to warn him to be unobtrusive with his relationship. He looked at her carefully. Is that possibly a crack in the Cavalry's armor?

"I appreciate the advice," he said. May nodded shortly and started to leave, only turning back after Grant gently grabbed her arm. "Before you go, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

May crossed her arms (Not a good sign) but he couldn't stop now. "OK, talk."

Grant looked her directly in the eyes – something he was not in the habit of doing much – but knew that it was now or never and she deserved this. "Melinda, I know we never really got a chance to talk about what happened between us…"

"Ward, I told you before that…" May interrupted in a tough voice but Grant kept on talking.

"…but I wanted you to know how important our relationship has been to me. You were kind when I really needed it and no one else could have given me what you did. Except for when you thought I was Hydra, you always had my back. I couldn't have asked for a better colleague and friend. I hope that I can be the same for you. And I am truly sorry if my actions hurt you in any way because you deserve only good things."

At first, May said nothing, just kept her eyes focused on Grant's face. Then she smiled and said, "Thank you, Grant."

As he watched her walk back toward Coulson's office, Grant smiled too.