Trip was heading back from one of his night shifts at the hospital at around 8:30am, having been working from midnight to 8, when Skye spotted him next, as she was rushing down the stairs late for work.

"Wait, Trip!" She stopped herself, bending over, panting and Trip reluctantly stopped. All he wanted right now was to climb into his bed and not get up for a long time. "When would you like to have this date of ours?"

Trip had almost forgotten about that. He did some quick calculations in his head to find out when the next time would be when he wasn't working overnight. "10th?"

"Sounds good!" Skye smiled. "When."

"Well I won't be off duty until 8 so-"

"So 8:30 then?!" Skye said, over excited. Trip was about to tell her that it took him half an hour to get back from the hospital, plus time to get ready but Skye was already off racing down the stairs and Trip didn't have the energy to chase after her.

Fitz and Simmons had been in Portugal for three nights now. It was their fourth night and they were currently lying in bed together with the TV on. They were watching their favourite episode of doctor Who. Well… sort-of. They both knew it off by heart so they were mainly chatting over it and turning to watch properly every once in a while. They hadn't spoken for a few minutes when Simmons brought up the subject of work.

"How do you think Banner's doing holding up the company while we're out?" She asked, casually, as she snuggled into Fitz's shoulder a little more than best friends should.

"Not great, I hate leaving him in charge." Fitz replied, calmly.

"I know he has a bad temper but he is most qualified."

"Wanna know who isn't very qualified for their job?" Fitz spoke slightly louder, suddenly perking up, "Skye."

"Skye?" Simmons said, confused.

"Yes, Skye. She's caused nothing but mayhem ever since she's arrived." Fitz winced, remembering the moment the day before they left when she spilt her coffee all over her computer, an area where coffee wasn't even allowed to be. "She has no respect for the rules, she hasn't done anything worthwhile and quite honestly she hardly ever shows up when she should."

"Have you told her any of this?" Jemma asked, used to Fitz's bursts of sudden anger rants after knowing each other since 16 years old, when these were far more common and much longer.

Fitz shook his head.

"Maybe you should." Fitz didn't reply to that. "I'm just saying if you told her all this then she might up her game, so to speak." Fitz shrugged his shoulders in response. "You need to do something to show her she is important to the company and then she would be more compelled to try harder, work harder."

"Like what?" Fitz snapped.

"Don't you have that big deal with Nick Fury soon?"

"I'm not letting her in on that." Fitz said, defensively.

"I'm just saying you should talk to her about this and show her how important she is. Both of these will encourage her to work harder."

"Maybe I should threaten to fire her." Fitz said.

Jemma looked almost shocked, "You want to fire her?!"

"I said threaten," Fitz said, defensively. When Jemma had no response for this he said, "Let's just watch." And snuggled back into Jemma.

Coulson was sitting in his office, silently writing up a deposition against some horrible sounding guy who was being accused of having a leakage in a company oil rig that he knew about but did nothing to fix, when the phone rang.

"We have a date!" Coulson picked up his mobile phone to instantly hear Skye's loud voice on the other end of the line.

"When?" Coulson asked.

"10th September, day before FitzSimmons get back. Trip's gonna pick me up from yours at 8:30, after his shift."

"Great, I'll make sure Ward is with us."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Coulson hung up the phone and quickly finished the write up of yesterday's deposition so he could call Ward. After sending off the final document to Rosalind, he picked up the phone and dialed Ward's number. It rang through to voicemail so he tried again. Ward picked up his time.

"What is it?"

"Hey Ward, what are you up to?"

"I'm at work, I'm halfway through a lesson. What was so important you had to ring me twice?"

"Would you like to come to mine at say, 8-ish on the…" Coulson panicked thinking he'd forgotten the date but it quickly came back to him. "10th?"

"That's it!?" Ward whispered, clearly not wanting to disturb whatever was going on with the students in his class, though it was clear from his tone that if he could shout he would have.

"Yeah."

"You couldn't have waited till I got home?"

"Just say you'll be there Ward."

"Sure. Fine. I'll be there." Coulson was going to say bye but Ward had already hung up. Maybe he should have waited until later when they were both home.