I had so much for with this prompt. This was suggested to me by joshua. perry. 3705 and Girl-who-lived-in-FAIRYLAND. I kind of merged the two suggestions into one and came up with this chapter. Hope you guys like it.

Staying home with Dad was one of the best things in the world. Mostly because Dad would fall asleep and they could do wanted they wanted - mischief included. This time was no different. May had left the office earlier to take Trip to a routine check-up at the doctor, and since Coulson didn't go to work, he stayed with the kids. Skye begged her dad to join her to watch cartoons, and half way through an episode, Coulson was already loudly snoring with his head resting on the back of the couch. Upon seeing their father sleeping, all the kids dispersed to their various activities.

Coulson woke up, startled, to the sound of something strange. He lifted his head and rubbed his face, which proved to be a mistake. Whipped cream was now smeared all over his face, which he realized had been on his hand. Lance's giggles were close and once Coulson looked at him, the kid didn't even try to hide the fact that he had poured a generous amount of whipped cream on his father's hand.

"You're not even trying to hide it, are you?" Coulson asked, fuming. "You're on time-out. Go face the wall."

Lance immediately pouted but did as he was ordered. As Coulson got up from the couch, something else caught his attention.

"Are these moths? Are moths flying around in this house?"

"Uh, no, no," Jemma lied, chasing after them.

"Do you want to try that again?" Jemma looked down, embarrassed, "Where are this moths coming from?"

"The larvae that were hidden under my bed in a box hatched."

"You better think of how bad it is to lie during your time-out," Coulson pointed the wall and added, "join your brother."

By this time, Coulson was certain nothing else could go wrong. He could already imagine that Leo was behind the electrical discharge that startled him awake. He really hoped that Grant and Skye were being good, because he really hated to put his kids on time-out. He was very wrong. On the way to the kitchen ( where he had seen Leo's curly head escaping a moment earlier) Coulson passed a mirror and saw his face, covered with black marker doodles. He had a moustache and a unibrow.

Grant was caught red-handed, still holding the marker pen. "Time-out?" the boy spoke first.

"What do you think? You won't be alone, though."

There was no sign of Skye anywhere, which was worrying. Coulson was now firm on the idea that he'd soon have five children lined up against the wall. But before focusing on the youngest, Coulson really wanted to find Leo, and he knew just where to find him. The genius boy was by the electrical panel with a screwdriver in his hands, two seconds away from being electrocuted. His heart climbed to his throat as he ran to grab the boy's hand.

"Drop it, Leo."

"I was going to fix it," Leo rushed to explain, "It shorted out while I was –"

"I don't even want to know. Right now I want you to go to the living room. I need to find Skye."

Coulson looked in every nook and cranny of the house, only to find Skye in the home office, playing on his computer. He was relieved to know she was the only one who didn't misbehave minute he fell asleep.

"Everybody, attention," Coulson demanded as he walked in the living room. All the kids stiffened and looked down, avoiding looking at their father, "I hope you understand what you did was all wrong. You should be ashamed; the youngest of this family was the only one who managed to behave better. I've told you I'm cool when you are play with me, and I'm fully on board with your experiments," he continued, looking at Jemma and Leo, "but this was unacceptable. You took advantage of my nap to cause chaos in this house, so you're all on time-out for the next twenty minutes. And just you wait until your mother comes home. She'll think of good punishments, especially created for each one of you."

"Not my PlayStation again," Lance whined quietly.

"If you don't want to have your PlayStation confiscated, don't misbehave. Now, come on, everybody faces the wall for the next twenty minutes."

While the kids complied with the imposed punishment in the living room, Coulson washed his face to get rid of Grant's doodles and the rest of the whipped cream. He finished with his face reddened from the excessive rubbing and, after fixing the electrical panel, he announced to his kids that their time-out was over. The house was suddenly quieter than before as the kids resumed their activities.

The doorbell rang. Coulson frowned and rushed to open it; he had no idea who it'd be at that time of the day. Two men in dark suits smiled grimly as he opened the door for them.

The smaller one began, showing him his badge, "Agent Hughes, this is my partner," he pointed with his head to the taller one, also showing his badge, "Agent Saldaña, we're CIA. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

"About?"

The two agents looked at each other and Saldaña ended up answering, "Our database was hacked. We've traced the source back here."

"Well, in case you can't notice, I'm a bit too busy to hack the CIA database."

"As much as we sympathize with your problems, we're dealing with a matter of national security and we'd like to take a look around." Hughes affirmed.

"If this is a matter of national security then don't waste your time here."

Coulson was interrupted by the two agents walking in the house without invitation. They looked around until they found Skye at the computer.

"Hey there," Saldaña began, "what are you doing?"

Skye frowned and glanced around the room, searching for her father.

"Skye," Coulson spoke, "give us a second here, please?" Once Skye was out the room, the man resumed, "Do you honestly believe my six-year-old daughter hacked into your database?"

"It wouldn't be too abnormal to imagine," Hughes said, walking to the computer.

"You'd better have a warrant to take a look at my computer." Coulson warned, slamming down his laptop's screen, "If I wanted to hack the CIA database, I wouldn't even break a sweat doing it. Your security protocols are very primitive."

"So you suddenly became an expert in security protocols?" Saldaña sassed, his hand hovering over his handcuffs.

Coulson sighed and walked to the drawer, showing them his badge, "Now would you leave my house? I'm sure you don't want my boss to give your boss a call, do you?"

Saldaña pulled his partner to the corner and confided, "He's either playing us for the sake of one of his agency's missions, or he didn't do anything and we got the location wrong."

"And what if he did something and you're just being blinded by his shiny badge?"

"Have you seen how many kids he has? If I was a woman, I wouldn't even trust him to pull out. He didn't do it, I'm sure." The taller agent turned to face Coulson and said, "We're sorry for breaking in like this. We'll be on our way."

Hughes and Saldaña left through the front door as quickly as they entered. Coulson was surprised with their sudden change of heart, but didn't give it much of a thought. At the moment, he only wanted to find Skye.

"Did I do well?" she asked.

Coulson picked her up in arms and loudly smooched her cheek, "You did perfect. In a few weeks, let's try to hack the FBI's database."

Later that night when all the kids were sleeping, Coulson and May were folding clothes, trying to match socks with their pairs.

"Anything exciting happen at the office today?" Coulson asked.

"Not really," she said, throwing a sock at Coulson, "And around here? How was the day?"

He folded the matching pair socks of he had and handed the other one he was holding to his wife, "Skye hacked the CIA database. They paid us a little visit, but left really quickly."

"They're idiots, what to expect?" May snorted. "Next up you could help her with hacking the FBI."

"I've told her that. You know what we should get?" he asked, waiting for a sign from May to let him know she was paying attention, "A maid. Matching socks is hard."

"Keep on folding, Phil," she looked at him with a smirk, "I might reward you in a bit."

"Forget the maid, I can do this in ten minutes," he grinned.

May looked up at the lamp on the ceiling, "Is that a moth?"

"Oh crap," Coulson mumbled, recalling he had forgotten about the moths in the house.

Next chapter: Jemma's back story. I know many of you are eager to read about it.