Darcy's objective before going out to Branson's with Phil was to find something to wear. Something sexy. She really wasn't the sexy kind of dresser, though. Usually her everyday wear consisted of jeans or leggings with a t-shirt and sweater and a pair of tall boots. And a hat; Darcy loved hats. But tonight she wanted to dress up for her man; she wanted to be sexy for him, except finding sexy clothes in her wardrobe was going to be a chore. She groaned as she pulled out her Hello Kitty t-shirt from her closet, it was definitely not going to work for this occasion. She shook her head and hung it back up, and then began to riffle through the clothes hangers again. There had to be something in here. Just as she was about to settle on a t-shirt that said 'Getting Lucky in Kentucky,' she found the perfect shirt. A black sequined tank top; she paired it with skinny jeans and a bright blue clutch. She knew she couldn't wear her boots with the outfit so she decided to give heels a go again. Hopefully, this time she'd have better luck in walking in them.

"Darcy?" Phil called from the bottom of the stairs. "You ready yet?"

"On my way," she replied as she came down the stairs, slowly. She couldn't risk tumbling down on her ass. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she greeted him with a sly grin. "So ... what you think? It's not something I'd usually wear."

"Sexy mama," Phil said with a smirk. He had changed his clothes as well: A navy blue v-neck t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a well worn brown leather jacket. He looked absolutely amazing. He looked her up and down approvingly, and reached for her hand. "You're wearing heels? I thought you hated heels?"

"Yeah, I do, but I couldn't wear flip flops or boots with the outfit. It would ruin the whole effect. She glanced down at the tiny bit of chest hair that was peeking out of his shirt, and licked her lips. If she learned only one thing from this whole undercover operation, it was that chest hair was a major turn on for her. Also, those black framed glasses of his.

Damn those fucking glasses to hell.

"You look hot," Darcy said with a smile as they walked to the door.

Phil laughed.

"What?" Darcy said as she turned around to look at him. "What's so funny?"

"I'm not used to being called hot," he said opening the door.

"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, Coulson?" Darcy asked with her lips twisted up in a smile. "You are one hot motherfucker."

That made him draw out another hardy laugh, and he shook his head. "C'mon, I'm starving." He motioned for Darcy to go first and then he stepped through, shutting the door and wrapping his arm around his girlfriend as they walked to the car.

"Did I mention how much I love this car?" Darcy said, running her hand over leather interior. "How long have you had it?"

"I've had Lola for a couple of years," Phil said as he flipped on the headlights and pulled out of the driveway, headed towards Branson's. It was a nice night out; not too cold and not too hot; just the perfect evening to go out and grab a bite to eat.

And keep a S.H.I.E.L.D ear out for anything out of the ordinary.

Darcy nodded, and then turned her head to look at all the little houses they passed. "Wait ..." Darcy turned her head back after a second. "Did you say Lola? You named your car? What a nerd! Jesus, Coulson!" she said in a teasing voice.

If it hadn't been so dark out she would have saw him blush. "Lots of cars have names. Kit, Christine, Herbie-"

Darcy laughed. "Lola sounds like a hooker!"

"Hey!"

Darcy giggled and then went silent again for a moment before she looked over at him and bit her bottom lip playfully, which made him raise an eyebrow. "Maybe ... we could have a threesome sometime? You, me, and ... Lola ..."

"Mmm ..." he said quietly.

She reached over and rested her hand against his leg, hoping that she wasn't being too distracting. "I could lean against Lola with my breasts against her and you could take me from behind or I could lay down on her and you get on top of me, ya' know, sandwich me in between you and her ..." she purred, letting her hand creep up towards his groin slowly. She could feel his hardness against the palm of her hand, and she rubbed gently, eliciting a small breathy moan from him.

"Darcy," he said in low whisper, sliding her hand off of him.

She pulled her hand back quickly. "I'm sorry."

Phil glanced over at her, noticing that she looked a little upset. "Oh, sweetie, I didn't mean ..." he paused a moment, and then looked over at her and grinned. "You don't want me to go off the road, do you?"

"I thought maybe I was doing that pushy thing again," she whispered and then gave him a weak smile.

"Darce, you can put your hands on me any time you want."

"Except for in the car," she giggled. "And at work, right?"

He looked over at her just as they pulled into Branson's. "Let me at least park the car," he grinned. "And maybe we can sneak in something once in a while at work." He added with a small wink.

As they walked up the sidewalk to the bar, Darcy's heel got caught in a crack in the cement and she stumbled. "Shit!" she squeaked out as she fell forwards but Phil grabbed her just in time.

"Walk much?" he grinned opening the door for her.

"I wore these shoes for you. So ..." she gave him a look with her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed together.

"You know what I love about you, Darcy?" he asked as they walked over and found a booth in the back of the bar.

"My big bouncy breasts?" she asked jumping up and down slightly. Phil's eyes flicked down towards her chest and he licked his lips. "Scoot over," she giggled as she slid into the booth next to him.

"Well, that's a given, but also the way you're so carefree. You don't need to dress to impress. You've already got me," he smiled just as the waitress came over.

"Hey guys! The Coulson's right? I'm Kimberly, and I'll be taking care of you tonight," she smiled and took her notebook out of the front pocket or her apron. "So what can I get, ya?"

"Couple of beers and some wings," Phil said looking over at Darcy.

"And the nacho platter and the loaded potato skins," she said. "Oh, and the mozzarella sticks. And ...nah, that's enough."

"Dang girl, you pregnant?" Kimberly joked. Phil arched his eyebrow at Darcy and smirked. "I'm just joking. How many wings you want?"

"Twenty," Phil replied.

"Forty," Darcy said looking up at Kimberly.

"Alright, so I got two beers, forty wings, nacho platter, loaded potato skins, and mozzarella sticks. Anything else right now?"

"Nope, that's perfect." Darcy said.

"Okay, I'll get that right in for you, guys," Kimberly said and then walked away.

"Forty?" Phil said looking at Darcy with a wry grin.

"Oh, c'mon! They're like this big," she said taking her fingers and showing him how small they were. "They're probably going to be really shitty anyhow."

"At ten cents a wing, I can't imagine them being anything but," he agreed.

Darcy laughed. "She asked if I was pregnant. I'd be the worst mother ever! Oh my god, that would be such a fucking disaster," she said with a shake of her head.

Phil didn't say anything and looked down at the table. "I don't-"

"Here's your beers! Food will be out in a minute," Kimberly said placing the drinks in front of them.

"Thanks!" Darcy smiled taking a swig from the bottle. "What were you going to say?" she asked Phil after Kimberly walked away.

"Um, I don't remember," he said quickly, taking a sip of beer. He glanced over at the corner of bar and looked at Darcy. "Wanna play darts?"

"Hell ya! I'm a master of darts," Darcy said as she grabbed both their beers and they walked over to the dart board. Truthfully, Darcy sucked at darts. The last time she played was with Clint when they went out drinking and got totally trashed together. Even drunk he still managed to hit the bullseye almost every time. However, Darcy could barely hit the board even when she was sober. She couldn't wait to see how Phil played. Would he a total hotshot or just as bad as her? She watched him throw the first dart, hitting the bullseye dead center.

Of course.

Darcy threw her head back and groaned. "Ugh, are you kidding me?" She watched him throw his remaining darts, and then shook her head with a smirk. "Nice grouping, Coulson! Maybe we should start calling you Hawkeye."

Phil grinned and rolled his eyes. "No thanks," he said motioning for her to take her turn.

"Wait until you see what I can do," she said narrowing her eyes. She held the dart in her fingertips and aimed carefully for the center. "You're about to get your ass handed to you," she said throwing it, watching it as it struck the wood paneling on the wall, missing the board completely.

"Oohh, nice." He grinned as he walked up behind her and placed one of his hands on her hip and the other on her shoulder, squaring her up in the prefect stance. "See, the trick is to angle your body like this," he whispered in her ear, letting his thumb stroke gently on her hipbone.

His touch sent immediate chills to her spine. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his touch; it made her feel like it was just him and her in the bar. "Like this?" she whispered back.

He placed a little kiss on her shoulder. "Exactly. Now, imagine a line from the tip of your dart to where you want it to go on the board. And throw."

Who would have thought darts could be so sensual?

Darcy opened her eyes and sucked in a deep breath then she threw the dart, closing her eyes on the release, praying that it at least struck the black outer edge.

"Better. Not bad." She heard Phil say.

"How bad?" she asked, refusing to open her eyes yet.

"Just open your eyes."

Darcy cracked her eyes open and then laughed. "Well, it's not a bullseye!"

"No. No, it is not," Phil chucked.

"I suck!" Darcy said sticking her tongue out as she looked at the dart hanging just barely on the outer edge of the board.

"Hey, at least you made it to the board this time," Phil said with his lip just twisting up just slightly.

"Oh, shut up," Darcy smirked.

"Ooohh, mean girl."

Darcy bit her lip slightly and turned away from Phil. They were being extra flirty tonight, and she was totally into it, even though she knew that they really should be doing some hefty detective work so they could solve this case before time ran out.

"Don't look now but I think the lumber boys are staring at us," Phil said quietly his lip brushing against her ear.

"Good," Darcy said with a smirk. "Let's give them something to stare at." With that she crushed her lips against his, kissing him with heat and passion. If those goons were going to be looking at them, why not give them a show? At first Phil didn't respond but soon as she flicked her tongue across his lips, he opened his mouth slightly allowing her to enter. She moaned a little bit when his tongue slid across hers, her whole body tingled with electric energy.

PDA with Agent Phil Coulson was definitely hot.

She pulled away slightly, smily seductively as they looked into each other eyes. "I don't care how hard you fight me, Phil Coulson, but I am fucking you hard tonight," she whispered.

He grinned, blush creeping just slightly across his cheeks. He swallowed thickly, then licked at his dry lips. "Not if I get to you first," he whispered back, his eyes never leaving hers.

Darcy buried her face into the crook of his neck and grinned. "I think we should skip out on the meal and go back to the house," she said quietly. He gave a low chuckle, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Are they still staring at us?"

"Yep."

"Perverts," Darcy said with a roll of her eyes.

Phil smirked, and then sighed. "And guess who just walked into the bar?"

"Hmm, let me think ... A hot red head?" The words dripped like venom as she said them.

"She's not hot, Darcy."

Darcy couldn't help but look over at Melissa with a scowl on her face. She really hated that that woman with every fiber of her being. Maybe things wouldn't have been so bad if she wasn't trying to come onto Phil every two seconds. Still, though, the woman was annoying as hell. "Oh look, she's spotted us," Darcy said, just as Melissa saw them and smiled, waving her hand. "And she's-" She didn't get to finish her sentence because Phil's mouth slanted over hers and pulled her in tightly for a deep kiss.

He pulled away after a few seconds and grinned. "She's what?" he asked.

Darcy bit her lip. "I was going to say she was coming over here, but now she's sitting at a table with a pissed look on her face."

"Good, that's what I was hoping for." Phil's eyes twinkled. "And looks like our massive amount of food is here," he said with a shake of his head, looking at their table loaded with plates of greasy bar food.

They both walked back to the booth, hand in hand, like a couple in love. Darcy couldn't help but feel like she loved Phil, even though she knew it was too soon. Still, she couldn't help but feel such a deep connection to him even after only a month and a few odd days of actually getting to know him on a personal level. She smiled at him when they sat down as he ordered them a couple more beers. "God, I guess this is a lot of food, isn't it?" she said with a laugh.

"That's an understatement," he said, piling a bunch of food on his plate.

Darcy giggled, taking a nacho off the plate and popping it into her mouth. She leaned her head against his shoulder, listening to the song playing on the jukebox. "This has been the best date I've ever been on," she confessed.

"Me too," he agreed.

She grinned wider. "And I can't wait until we get home tonight," she said raising her eyebrows a couple of times.

"Mmm-humph," he agreed again.

"Howdy neighbors!" Ken said as he came up to the table with Barbie. Darcy knew that this was the only major public place in Shady Oaks but seriously did the whole town hang out here every night? "Ten cent wing night!"

"Yep," Darcy grinned gesturing to the pile of wings on the table. "Help yourself."

"Don't mind if we do," Barbara said taking a wing and sitting down at the booth. Ken slid in next to her and took more than just a wing, he helped himself to nachos and mozzarella sticks too. When Darcy said help yourself, she hadn't meant 'eat all our food and sit with us.' She gave Phil a look and his lip curved upwards just slightly.

"So hows the grocery business, Ken?" Phil asked. She knew he was working up to asking about the missing men or the weird noises but needed to work up to it.

"Oh, you know ..." Ken shrugged and then shoved a potato skin in his mouth. "Same old, same old," he said through a mouthful of food.

There was an awkward pause between everyone, before Darcy spoke up. "So, I think camp has been going really well this week. I really miss Annie Martin though, she was my favorite. Do you know why she's not there anymore?" she asked as she reached for another wing.

Another awkward pause.

"Well," Barbara said. "Her mom has been kind of sick and she's been staying home with her while her father is down at the lumber yard."

"Oh, that stinks," Darcy said looking at Barbara. "What's wrong with her?"

Ken shrugged. "No one knows for sure. She's just real ill, stays in bed and sleeps a lot. That's what I've heard anyhow."

"Has she gone to see the doctor?" Phil asked.

"Doctor Benton is on vacation until next Tuesday," Barbara said with a little shake of her head.

Darcy furrowed her eyebrows. What was weird was why Lindsey Martin hadn't gone out of Shady Oaks to another doctor or hospital if she was so sick? This town was so fucked up. "There is no other doctors?"

"We had Doctor Blue but he decided to get married and move to Miami," Ken laughed.

God, I wish Phil and I were in Miami right now. "Seems odd to only have one doctor here." Darcy said in between a sip of beer and a bit of a potato skin.

"Well, you know, we don't get many outsiders here that want to move here. Shady Oaks isn't exactly a hot spot." Ken replied.

"What's not a hot spot?" a sing songy voice asked. Darcy looked up and wanted to groan. Melissa was standing there in her low cut top and a pair of super short jean cutoff shorts.

"Shady Oaks," Barbara smiled. "Why don't you sit down and join us?"

Where?! Darcy wanted to scream. She and Phil were already on one side and Ken and Barbara on the other.

"I think I will," she said as she put her hand down on Phil's shoulder and pushed him gently. "Scoot over, Phil," she laughed as she squeezed next to him. Darcy slid over to the end of the booth smashed uncomfortably against the wall.

"Have some food," Phil smiled. "We have plenty." He gave Darcy a quick apologetic look, in which she returned with narrowed eyes and her lips pursed tightly together.

"Sorry, Darcy, don't mean to squish you!" Melissa said with a smile. She glanced at Phil. "You lucky man. You get to be sandwiched in between two hot women," she said with a tiny wink.

"One lucky guy," he returned her smile.

Darcy wanted to smack him. "So is your headache gone, Mel? We missed you at class today."

"Oh, I am so much better. Thanks for holding down the fort. I know how crazy those kids can be." Melissa smiled as she picked all the toppings off a nacho before eating it.

Who does that?

They chatted for a while and ordered another round of drinks before Phil looked over at Ken with a serious look on his face. "Hey, did you guys hear anything strange last night?"

"Like what?" Ken asked.

"Like a weird howl? Darcy and I heard it last night." Phil said.

"Oh! That was just us lovemaking!" Ken said with a hearty laugh.

Gross. Darcy wanted to throw up.

"Just joking! No, we didn't hear anything. I snore so loud though-" Ken said with a shake of his head.

"I asked Sheriff Dunham about it and he said that it might have been a wolf-" Phil started to say but then all of the sudden got real quiet and stiffened up.

"Yeah ..." Melissa said with a smile. "We get a lot of wolves around here. I'm sure it was just that and nothing more."

Darcy could tell she was moving her hand underneath the table and she swore to god that if she was touching Phil, she was going to punch her. Darcy carefully slid her fork off the end of the table and then ducked down to retrieve it. Sure enough Melissa's hand was resting on Phil's upper thigh and it was a bit too close to his-

Darcy jerked her head up and glared at Melissa. "Hey! Get your fucking-"

If the door to Branson's hadn't jerked open at that moment Darcy was about to take down Melissa. No one touches her man and lives to tell about it. "They just found Bob Alvers body!" a man shouted, his face was white as a ghost and his hands shaking. The entire bar went silent for a few moments before everyone started to chatter all at once.

"What do you mean?" one of the lumber boys asked. "I just saw him a few hours ago before I left work."

"He's dead, Johnny!" the man shouted again. "His Dunham came across his body just on the outskirt of the woods down by the lumber yard. His body was ripped to up and shit! I guess his heart was taken clean outta him ... just gone," he said shaking his head.

The waitress Kimberly came over and handed him a glass of water. "Sit down Carl," she said quietly as she led him over to a chair. "How did you find out about him?" she asked, rubbing his shoulders.

"I had to go pay my parking violation at his office and he and Jack Martin were just bringing his body in. He told me to come here and tell everyone to stay away from the woods."

Darcy and Phil both looked at each other; both were thinking the same thing. Darcy's eyes darted to Melissa who jumped up and ran over to Carl's side. Ken and Barbara also got up and headed over to a corner of the bar. Ken put his arms around his wife to comfort her. The whole bar was in complete disarray with chatter as everyone discussed what could have happened to Bob.

"Bob Alvers was one of the guys I worked with," Phil said quietly. "He was Jack's right hand man. He also was the one that had numerous girlfriends and might have gotten a fourth one pregnant."

"Blues eyes and in his forties by any chance?" Darcy asked.

Phil nodded yes. "Guess what we're doing tonight?" he asked already grabbing his coat.

Darcy scrunched her eyebrows in worry. "Going back home to have wild ravenous sex?"

Phil gave her a slight smile. "I wish. C'mon let's get out of here while we can," he said already moving towards the door with Darcy following quickly behind.