Author's Note: Hello there viewers. So sorry for not posting anything for I don't know how long it's been. Please forgive me for that, I've been mega busy with college work and work. So, I've written a rather cute one shot involving Skye and Coulson. Enjoy, review and favorite! Thanks for all you guys that keep reading my works, it means a lot! :D
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She tapped several keys on her laptop, hit the enter button and smiled.
"Gotcha!" Taking the laptop in her arms, Skye quickly got up from her bedside and stepped cautiously out of the cabin. It was late now and no one was in sight. Slowly sliding the door behind her, she tip-toed her way past the lounge, down the corridor and stood proudly outside Coulson's office. She raised her hand to knock the door when she stopped short; from inside the office came the sound of soft music, like a slow waltz.
Carefully turning the doorknob she partially opened the door, and the music flowed out into the hallway. Listening closely she heard someone humming along. She felt bad intruding but she needed to show him what she'd found.
"Nice," she said with her head poking through the gap in the door. Coulson span round in surprise and grabbed the remote that lay on his desk.
"Skye, please come in," he said timidly, stopping the music. Awkwardly stepping into the room she walked over to him as he sat down at the desk.
"You like the cello?" she asked smiling comfortingly.
"Something like that," he replied and nodded, "What do you need?"
"Oh, what I've found is," she walked around and placed the laptop on the desk, "These."
On the screen Coulson looked at a series on video clips all playing at once. All the videos where of one room – just different shots – and he focused on the one thing that caught his attention,
"Is that?"
"Mike Peterson, this is where they keep him cooped up whilst they're not ordering him to murder someone."
"All we need to know now is where exactly are they keeping him, hopefully that'll lead us straight to Hydra. Is this a live feed?" Coulson pointed to one of the videos.
"It's live yeah, but he's not always there, only at night and early morning. I've flicked through all the recordings up to the live ones and not one person has stepped into that room apart from Mike. Hydra's always behind the CCTV," she sighed and folded her arms frustrated.
"Good job anyway, keep a close eye on him and inform me if he does anything suspicious," he lifted the laptop from the desk and handed it over to her. She took the laptop and headed from the door. Opening it she stopped and turned back round,
"It suits you, the cello," Skye smiled and walked out. He sighed with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, she does."