A/N: So it's been some time since I last updated and that's because I've been having a dose of writer's block! Anyway, I was going over the chapters and was very unsatisfied soooo I re-edited them and made them longer. I added a few this and thats so you might want to check the first chap again!

Mhm, okay I don't want to keep you stuck in the author's notes so I'll leave you to read the second part to this story. This is the one where Skye goes to Jemma's office but doesn't have a clue as to whose office she had been in. Alright, have fun you guys! :)

The weather was terrible where Skye went. But that wasn't the only horrid thing she was experiencing. Before she arrived in her office at S.H.I.E.L.D. incorporated, a passing car had drenched her in rain water, her neighbor's dog had chased her out of her apartment hallway and some kid stuck gum on the hem of her shirt.

"You're late, again." Coulson said, dropping a thick folder on Skye's desk that echoed a loud smack.

"Is this where I say good morning?" Skye said with a fake smile. She flipped the cover with the tip of her pen and frowned. "What's this anyway?"

"Fury says he wants you out," Coulson spoke up. "But I justified to keep you around longer. Now go prove me I wasn't wrong to save your ass, and bring this down to Sci-Dep."

"Fine," she huffed, swivelling her chair around to hop off of it and jogging towards the elevator.

Two floors down from her office was where Sci-Dep was located. The place was large and eerie quiet. The few people Skye could see took no interest in her presence and went on working on their lab experiments.

The folder was issued to a Dr. Simmons whom Skye unfortunately doesn't know. It's not like she comes down to hang out in the Science Department. First of all, she doesn't know much when it comes to science which is why she's assigned to Tech-Dep.

"Hi can I ask who this Dr. Simmons is?" She asked pulling a worker aside.

"Are you serious?" The man replies giving her a dubious look. "No you're not kidding. She's the boss at this department."

"Uhuh, okay I need to hand her these papers so where can I find her?"

"She hasn't returned yet, she's in a lunch meeting right now." He said shuffling his own papers at hand.

"Okay but I'm in a hurry," Skye lied craning her neck to see if she could find a place to leave the folder. "Where can I drop this off?"

The man points to the office at the end of the room. "There, that's her office."

Skye doesn't bother to thank him after his slightly rude statements. Instead she makes a beeline for the office and disappears behind the doors quietly. A lamp on the desk was the only source of light in the room which Skye could bear with.

Everything was neat and orderly inside. Nothing was scattered at all. Even the papers on her desk were aligned properly, not one item being slanted. Her hand twitched at the sight of it. "What a neat freak." She whispered. And the idea of being noisy in the room was like a violation of rules. If she dared stay another minute, she might wreak-havoc. Something Coulson would definitely fry her ass for. She could already imagine his words:

"I ask you to bring down a folder of paperworks," he'd say hands on hips, "and you manage to trash Ms. Simmons' office."

She shook her head off the thoughts. The need to tiptoe the two strides to Dr. Simmons' table was inevitable though she didn't know as to why she had to. She left the folder on top and immediately made her way back to the door, avoiding any damage. She knew she was a clumsy girl, it was better if she didn't try leave evidence that she was what she is.

She took one last look at the room and smiled mischievously. Maybe a little sign that she had been around wouldn't hurt.

It takes about an hour to get to S.H.I.E.L.D. incorporated from Jemma's apartment. It takes about an hour as well to get there returning from her lunch meeting. And that's what sucks. At least she was with Fitz this time.

"What's with the grumpy face?" Fitz asked while they walked to her office.

"I'm exhausted." She groaned. "Aren't you?"

"You did all the talking back there. I can't say I am anyway with the buffet they had there." He chuckled, holding the door open to her office with one hand while clutching a folder in the other.

She tried to muster all her energy to smile at him before walking past him into her office, only to be greeted by a thick folder sitting on her desk. It was signed from her boss, Nick Fury. Great, more classified files to keep.

There was a growing pile of files in her office that was meant for Level 6 agents only. If there was one thing Jemma was terrible at it was keeping something from someone or anyone. Just ask the question twice and that would get her sweating bullets already. What more if they interrogated her? Who knows how much information they could milk from her.

She shoved the thing aside and plopped down in her chair, dumping her bag on the floor in the process.

"You just arrived and here you are so exhausted already." Fitz tsked perching on the armrest of her lavender couch. "You should know we still have another meeting to attend later dinner." He informed while organizing his papers.

"Can you go without me?" She complained laying her head on her desk with a light thud.

"Jemma, you personally requested those meetings." Fitz answered giving her a sympathetic smile. "I'm only coming around because I need the details for the machine I'm creating."

Jemma inwardly groaned. Of course she was the one who requested. All of which happened when she had been cheerful about the progress of her work. That of which had come to a face-slapping halt when she failed to deliver a full report regarding it. So instead of banging her head on the table she decided to focus on her research typing away on her laptop. The folder was momentarily forgotten until she accidentally hit it with her arm causing the papers inside to scatter and fly out.

"God! Is anything gonna stay put here?" She complained to the empty room as she got down on her knees to fix her mess. Fitz began picking up papers as well.

She reorganized her papers back to it's original sequence then straightened it out when a sticky note fell on her lap making Jemma furrow her brows but laugh at its honesty. It read:

Neat freak :P

"Fitz is this from you?" She asked holding it up for him to see.

"Nope."

"Huh, wonder where this came from."

"Maybe just one of the workers, trying to get on your good side?"

"You never know Fitzy." Jemma stuck the paper on her mug filled with pens. "Maybe it's someone special."

"Could be."