A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favourited, or followed so far. You support means a lot! Now, the details of the mission are revealed, so enjoy =).

Also, fans of my fic 'Just the Girl' might notice a reference to my favourite chapter, although I reversed the roles =).

Leo walked up to the front door. His front door. He knew that it had only been a couple of days since he and Skye had moved in, but already he was feeling at home. Occasionally, he even had to remind himself that he was on a mission and that his 'new' life was all fake.

Reaching out, he tried the knob. Locked. He groaned and pushed the doorbell. For someone who had spent a fair portion of her life living in a van, Skye sure was paranoid about locking the door. Leo, however, was the opposite. This was the third day in a row that he had forgotten his key.

"Leo," Skye opened the door, her cheeks flushed and her breath fast. There was a smudge of something white on her nose as well. She was a beautiful sight after a long day at work. "Forgot your key again?"

"Always." He smiled at her charmingly. "Why're you out of breath?"

"Well," she skipped backwards to allow him to enter. "I decided to give this whole 'homemaker' thing a try and I've been cooking and baking and…" her voice trailed off as she looked at Leo, standing frozen in the doorway. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he breathed, inhaling deeply. "I was just surprised that you cooked and it smells...good."

"Hey," Skye cried, looking outraged. "I'm a great cook. And I was bored."

"You set pasta on fire," Fitz chuckled, remembering the incident that had triggered the smoke alarm and had required use of the fire extinguisher to stop the whole kitchen from going up.

"One time," she replied defensively, but he could see a slight smile playing on her lips. "And I didn't see you being much help."

"I put the fire out."

"You were laughing so hard that you had trouble aiming the fire extinguisher."

"I was not. On a different note," Leo changed the subject, "I'm starving."

They both walked down the hall and into the kitchen. The sight that greeted Leo made him stop, frozen, for the second time since coming home. The dining room table was piled with food. There was a pasta dish in a red sauce, salad, and about a hundred chocolate chip cookies.

Skye looked a little contrite. "I might have gone a little overboard," she admitted.

"Just how bored were you?"

Skye threw her hands up. "Three days of doing nothing - it's driving me crazy!"

Leo stepped closer to her and rubbed the smudge of what looked like flour off the bridge of her nose. "Shouldn't you be hacking the school?"

She looked deep into his eyes. "I'm working on it. It takes time."

"We have time," he muttered, smoothing a lock of her hair behind her ears. "I'm in no hurry to leave."

"Me neither," she whispered so softly that he had to lean even closer to her to hear. Their lips were only a centimeter apart. Leo closed his eyes.

A piercing beep startled them both, making them jump apart.

"Oh, that's my...my cookies." Skye pointed towards the oven, a blush reddening her cheeks.

"More?" he teased half-heartedly, bitterly regretting that the oven had ruined the moment.

"I thought we could give them out to the neighbours, make some friends." The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted out of the oven as she opened the door and pulled out the tray.

"That smells heavenly." He reached for one, but Skye moved the tray.

"After dinner," she scolded with a teasing glint in her eyes.

He rolled his eyes. "I have the meanest fake wife."

She laughed. He realized that he really liked it when he made her laugh.

...

Skye had dinner all ready, so dishing up was fast.

"So, did you find out anything at work today?" Skye asked, taking a sip of her water.

"I finally met my boss, Dean Ryder." Fitz's assignment in this mission was to go undercover at Ryder's specialty engineering school as an instructor. The school only admitted geniuses - there was serious competition to be admitted. However, SHIELD had been hearing rumours that the school was actually a front for an illegal weapons operation, using the genius students to create better explosives. They needed proof – that was Fitz's job.

Skye's part of the mission was to hack into Ryder's computer system and try to locate his contacts. If they were going to take down the whole operation, they needed to know who was buying the weapons.

"Suspicious?"

Fitz shrugged. "Actually, he seemed pretty nice. He invited us over for dinner this weekend." He took his first bite. "This is actually quite good, thank you."

"I told you I could cook," she smiled in satisfaction. "And dinner is a perfect opportunity for us."

"How so?" The thought of dinner with a possible arms dealer didn't thrill Fitz. And, under stress, he was afraid that he would panic and wouldn't be able to remember their cover stories.

"I can plant some bugs to speed up my part of the operation; you can get Ryder to trust you."

Fitz nodded and took another bite of his pasta. It was a tangy sauce and actually did taste reasonably good, considering this was Skye's first successful foray into cooking.

"You didn't learn anything else?

"You finished?" At Skye's nod, Leo took her plate and his and walked over to the dishwasher to start packing up. "I did learn one other thing, possibly," he said over the rattle of dishes.

"Possibly?" Skye followed him with the leftovers to start putting them into tupperware containers.

"It might not mean anything, but Ryder won't let me go to the top floor. It's where they hold the upper-level classes."

"That's strange," Skye agreed. "Did he give a reason?"

"I'm not qualified." He accompanies the word 'qualified' with air quotes. "Coulson apparently understated my abilities on my application."

Skye laughed dryly. "That's okay, my only abilities are analyzing Scottish literature. I think you got a better deal."

Her comment made him smile. "I pity anyone who underestimates you." He said it lightly, but it carried more meaning than he wanted her to know. When he first met her, he had underestimated her. She was just some girl who was good with computers and had questionable loyalty. Now she was someone that lit up his day with her smile and made him giddy with his laugh.

"I'll finish up here, since you cooked and all," he commented nervously, breaking the long silence.

"Right. Thanks." Apparently she had felt as awkward as he had, because she made her escape quickly.

The mission was rapidly becoming more and more complicated.

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