"Code red!"

"Fitz?! What is it?! Are you okay?!" Daisy asked urgently into her phone. "Are you hurt?! Do I need to—?!"

"No! Nothing like that," Fitz interrupted hurriedly, before his younger wife got too panicked. "But I need you to come to the fifth floor as quickly as you can, unless you're in the middle of dealing with an extinction level event. Oh, and grab a couple packs of those crackers Coulson keeps hidden in the top drawer of his desk, since I know you're hanging out in his office pretending you're Director while he's out."

In the back of her mind, Daisy knew she should be suspicious that Fitz was asking her to grab crackers out of Coulson's secret stash (that everyone knew existed, and everyone pretended they didn't as they proceeded to steal from it every time Coulson wasn't looking), as that wasn't a very code red thing to need — they'd had a very long discussion as they'd created their emergency system that either her or Fitz being hungry or bored couldn't be a code red situation — but he'd said it was code red, so she ignored the suspicion nudging at the back of her mind, and hurriedly grabbed two packs of crackers before running through the halls to get to where he was.

Bursting in, she exclaimed, "What is it?!"

"Jemma's cousin dropped off her daughter this morning, and then Jemma got called away on that emergency mission with Coulson, leaving me stuck here all by myself all day with a five year old girl," replied Fitz far more calmly than a code red situation demanded, casually taking the crackers out of her hands and opening one of them. "So I need your help."

Daisy stared at him in disbelief, that he'd abuse their emergency code system for something like this, before finally giving up on trying to be mad at him, as she knew sneaking away with him or Simmons or both to a storage closet in the middle of the afternoon didn't exactly count as a code orange emergency either, and so just shook her head in loving exasperation at her husband — he really was lucky he was so cute.

"Prat — I thought there was a real emergency."

"Hey! This is a real emergency!" exclaimed Fitz defensively. "Just because I can almost fake that I know what to do with you two, doesn't mean I know how to take care of a five year old girl all by myself all day."

"And you think I do?" retorted Daisy as she walked further into the room, looking around for where the little girl was, since she didn't see her anywhere.

Seeing her looking for the child, Fitz said, "She's currently distracted in the next room making tea for her stuffed animals. And you at least were a five year old girl once — you can actually relate to her, unlike me."

"That better just be a reference to the fact I'm female, and not saying that I act like a five year old," Daisy grumbled, throwing Fitz a look before walking into the other room to see just what they were dealing with.

~FSK~

Late that afternoon, Simmons quietly opened the door to the fifth floor playroom that had been created for some of the low-level agents who had young children they occasionally had to bring into work with them.

Inside, she found her husband and wife leaning up against each other fast asleep on the couch, her cousin's daughter asleep on their lap, all three of them looking completely tuckered out. She quickly pulled out her phone to take a picture of them to send around to everyone on the team, before walking over to them.

"Fitz? Daisy?" she said quietly, hoping to just wake one or both of them and not the girl.

Fitz's eyes slowly cracked open, and when he saw who it was, he smiled softly, though tiredly.

As he nudged Daisy lightly to wake her up too, he said quietly, "Hey, Jemma. See you made it back safely."

"Yeah. You two look like you had a good day without me, though," replied Simmons as Daisy opened her eyes as well.

"Horrible. She's a little hell beast, and your husband dragged me into this mess with him," said Daisy dryly, but the small smile tugging at her lips betrayed her true emotions.

"My husband? He's your husband, too, or at least that's how you were acting in bed last night," replied Simmons with a smirk. "Anyway, it looks like you did just fine for her being 'a little hell beast' as you so flatteringly called her. And is that what you're going to call her when it's not my relative, but our own daughter you're taking care of?"

At this Fitz got a wide-eyed expression. "You're not—?!"

Simmons quickly cut him off before his mind could run away. "No, I'm not pregnant, Fitz," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "And this isn't how I would tell you if I was. But it is something we've agreed we want at some point in the future, so this is good practice for both of you when that day does come."

"What about your practice?" groused Daisy. "Shouldn't you need practice just as much as Fitz and I?"

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we have her for two more days then, isn't it?" smirked Simmons in reply, laughing at the wide-eyed expressions her husband and wife both got at hearing they had two more days to survive through.

Saving the world was going to be a welcome relief after this.

A/N: Inspired by the beginning of Dark Angel S2E8, and what I think was Parks & Rec S5E11 where Ron takes care of his girlfriend's kids, once I remembered that that show had done a similar thing.