Bobbi was dressing as quickly as she could, whilst shooting the odd glance at Hunter who was doing the same and trying to finish packing his belongings. They heard the knock from the door, "Looks like the cleaning lady is ready to strip the room." She commented as she walked over and picked up her purse.
"You think?" Hunter asked sarcastically as he laughed and picked up his luggage. "Ready to go?" he asked as the door opened.
Bobbi nodded before quickly walking past the cleaning lady with Hunter hot on her tail. They both clambered into the elevator before they simultaneously burst out into laughter, "I think you are late checking out."
Hunter shook his head in amusement and pulled her to him, "I blame you." He said before planting a kiss on her lips.
Bobbi returned the kiss but pulled away right before the elevator doors opened, "I believe you need to check out."
Hunter laughed as he walked out of the elevator and over to the front desk, he sent a casual look behind him to check if Bobbi was following him.
Bobbi started to follow him, but stopped as she saw she had a few texts, she smiled at him, "I'll wait here." With a nod from him she turned her attention to her phone. She contemplated how to update Coulson on the mission, but was at a loss, so she just sent a short report informing him that it was going well. She pocketed her phone when she noticed Hunter turn from the front desk and make his way over to her, "Did you get charged extra?"
"No, they must like me," Hunter replied. There was an awkward moment between them as the obvious questions enters their mind- Do they continue or separate ways? Bobbi obviously needed to continue for the mission, but part of her hoped he ended it now because he is the first person who ever made her compromise herself on an op and that scared her. "I'm parked down the road," he informed her, offering her a smile.
Bobbi looked at him, forcing a natural looking smile onto her face, "Sounds perfect, lead the way."
Hunter gave a small nod as he headed for the door, with Bobbi walking beside him. She looked around at her surroundings, taking in the view for a moment before she slid into his car, there was no turning back now but she couldn't hate the feeling in her stomach that she shouldn't continue with the mission now. Although, there was no way she could pull out now, Coulson would ask her why and she couldn't even think a logical answer, let alone verbalise it. "Are you okay?" Hunter asked, pulling her from her thoughts.
"I am just thinking about work," Bobbi answered naturally, sending a smile in his direction as he pulled off and started driving.
"Aren't I supposed to be distracting you from that?" Hunter questioned letting out a laugh. "I'm not doing a very good job- If there's any way I can help you forget about work, let me know," Hunter offered, giving the road the majority of his focus.
Bobbi turned her attention to the road, deciding that she should memorise the route, "I'll let you know."
The two of them fell into a comfortable silence as he turned on the radio, Bobbi felt a small smile make its way onto her lips at the simplicity of the situation. Just two people driving from the hotel to his house. If only outsiders knew that he was actually the director of a top-secret organisation and she worked for a different top-secret organisation. Then things would get complicated into how they actually met; although, only one of the two of them knew their initial meet wasn't entirely random.
Bobbi's eyes fly across the road, "It is so weird that you all drive on the wrong side of the road- Makes me feel like you're going to crash."
Hunter laughed and instantly countered her claim, "You drive on the wrong side of the road."
"Excuse me, but we literally drive on the right side. You drive on the left," Bobbi countered. "Therefore, we drive on the right."
Hunter laughed, he looked at her, "I cannot argue with that logic." He admitted giving his main attention back to the road. He glanced at her when she grinned triumphantly, "Any other things you've noticed whilst being in England?" he asked.
Bobbi considered his question for a moment, "Apart from the sexy British accents, not really."
"Sexy British accents?" Hunter questioned, a smirk making its way to his lips, "I like that sound of that."
Bobbi laughed, "Of course you do."
"Have you met many Brits?" Hunter asked casually.
"A handful, being surrounded by them has been a change. I am still trying to work out some of the things people have said to me," Bobbi admitted.
"Such as?" Hunter prompted.
"What is a chin wag?" Bobbi asked.
"Conversation," Hunter answered instantly, he smiled at her and she could see the amusement in his eyes. He was definitely enjoying this conversation- or chin wag. "Any other words?" he asked as the buildings thinned out and they landed on an open stretch of land surrounding the road.
The next ten minutes of their journey involved Bobbi rolling her eyes at how amused Hunter was at her lack of knowledge on the British slang. They had bantered over it and the conversation turned to comparisons between America and Britain for the next fifteen or so minutes.
"They are crepe," Bobbi insisted as they started discussing pancakes between the two countries.
"They are still pancakes, we just make them differently. Your way either has a lot of butter or a lot of sugar; very unhealthy," Hunter defended.
Bobbi gazed out of the window, she noticed them enter a cul de-sack and curiosity got the best of her, "How long until we get to yours?" she inquired, so far they have been driving for 34 minutes.
"We're nearly there," Hunter laughed at her impatience.
Bobbi leant back in her seat, "Sorry, didn't mean to sound impatient."After another chuckle from Hunter, she decided to make an excuse, "I need to use the bathroom."
"Ahh! Don't worry, we're just about to pull up," Hunter responded and almost instantly pulled into a driveway.
"Wow, this is a nice place," Bobbi commented, gazing out of the window at the two storied detached house with a garage, driveway and front garden..
"Thanks." Hunter replied as he parked. He checked his phone, his features darkening for a split second before he face turned slightly annoyed but back to normal. He undid his and her seatbelt, his hand squeezing her knee for a second as he looked directly into her eyes, "Let's go in." He said as he slid out of the car and shut the car door a bit too hard.
Bobbi slid out of the car, closing the passenger side door, "Are you okay?"
"I am fine," Hunter replied, his eyes flickering over whatever was on his phone. He slid it into his back pocket-not the most secure pocket-and walked over to the door. He offered a tight smile as she approached him he placed his hand on her lower back before unlocking the door, pulling away suddenly and walking into the house.
Bobbi knew something was wrong, she hesitated and took a look down the street.
"Come on, Agent Morse, it looks like it might rain," Hunter replied, the sarcasticness evident in his voice; he was definitely pissed at her.
Bobbi inwardly sighed before walking into his house, if this was his house anyway. She politely closed the door behind her, it really did look like it was going to rain. "How long have you known?" she asked as she followed him into the kitchen. She watched him fill two glasses with water and place one on the counter in front of her.
"Before we start this conversation, did you really need to use the bathroom?" Hunter asked, she shook her head and felt a rush on annoyance at him being so gentleman-like. "Of course you don't, is this all part of some sick mission?"
"No-" Bobbi answered automatically, but the look on his face told her that he didn't believe her, but she didn't budge. She wanted to tell him that it wasn't all for the mission, that she never slept with somebody for a mission, but she knew he wouldn't believe her and now that things have blown up, she was suddenly determined to see this mission through.
Hunter held his glass, having not taken a sip, "Everybody in this damn world are lying pieces of-"
"I haven't lied to you," Bobbi informed him.
"What's your job?" Hunter asked, staring her down.
Bobbi simply looked at him, not breaking their sudden and intense eye-contact. She had technically lied to him about what her job was, but she didn't consider that to be lying. S.H.I.E.L.D. did install security systems. The silence between them is thick and even though it only takes a second for her to reply, it seemed much longer; "I think you know my job, Director Hunter."
Her words seemed to have an undesirable affect on him, his glass was instantly smashed into the sink and he walked off, "Do what you want, you have free reign." He said as he disappeared out of the room.
Bobbi watched his leave, her hand had gone for her concealed gun, which was missing. Her eyes widened as she did a quick check of a weapon to find half of them missing, "How the hell-" she questioned to herself. She really did let her guard down. Although a surge of anger when a sudden thought appeared to her and she followed him, "How long have you known who I was?" she demanded when she found him making his way up the stairs.
"Does it matter?" Hunter asked, turning around and looking down at her.
"Seeing as we slept together, yes, it does," Bobbi retorted, she stepped up quickly and followed him when he continued his route up the stairs and into his bedroom. She wasn't phased by the mess of it. It would still be considered to be organised to a degree, but there were clothes thrown all over the place, as well as books and other items.
"Do you really think that low of me? No, I didn't know then," Hunter replied. "You're a good actress, had me fooled."
Bobbi tightened her jaw, she wasn't quite sure if she believed him. Although, if he was telling the truth, then she knew that somebody had texted or emailed him the information; he found out in the car when he checked his phone. "I should go," she said quietly after a moment before turning and walking out of his room, which was surprisingly immaculate in comparison to his bedroom and made her way to the stairs.
"What was your mission? I doubt it was to ruin the cooperation between SHIELD and STRIKE- I doubt SHIELD wants that either," Hunter called to her, she turned and saw him stop as he saw her.
Bobbi put on her professional face, it was obvious he was talking as STRIKE now, wanting to save the relationship between the organisations. "The prison which is holding-"
"Of course," Hunter said, the sarcasm in his voice almost overwhelming. If Bobbi hadn't felt guilty for her actions, she probably would have had to refrain from throwing him down the stairs-but she wasn't herself and that didn't come to her mind straight away. He walked over to her, his face inches from hers, "As you asked for nicely, I'll give you what you want." He said before walking off and into the room beside his bedroom.
Bobbi's curiosity got the best of her as she followed him into the room. Her lips parted in slight shock as she saw the computers and tech set up, the room appeared completely secure. She attempted to see him access them, but her vision was blocked. "This room is-."
"Stop talking," Hunter said as soon as she started talking. He typed a few things onto one of the computers before inserting a USB drive in, waiting a few moments and pulling it out. He turned to her, holding the USB drive out to her, "Mission complete."
Bobbi took the drive, not really knowing what to make of the situation, she looked him straight in the eyes for less than a second before diverting her eyes away from his, "Thank you."
"Now get out. I don't ever want to see you again," Hunter said firmly as he held out her weapons which he had taken earlier.
Bobbi bit her lip before pocketing the drive and taking her weapons. This time, she didn't thank him, she just walked down the stairs, she stared fixated on an frame photograph for a few seconds as she just realised S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mistake and that Hunter really had taken her home. She took a breath as she glanced up the stairs, seeing Hunter standing there and watching her, before bowing her head and walking out. She looked up at the sky, rolling her eyes as she realised that he was right, it was about to rain. She started walking down the street away from the house as she pulled out her phone and called for extraction.