let’s see what we’ve got (let’s give it a shot)
for the blind date section of my femslash feb trope bingo card, FBI Agent Daisy Johnson gets setup with lab technician Jemma Simmons and it goes far better than she expected. (also here on ao3) (also open for prompts for femslash feb~)
“There you are.” Mack’s voice echoed in the mostly empty gym save for where Daisy stood in front of a punching bag, “You know I was hoping you wouldn’t be down here but I guess I should have figured it anyway.”
“I just wanted to work out some steam after our last case.” Daisy sighed and rolled her shoulders back to try to loosen them up.
“You gotta get out of here, partner,” Mack said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, “Take in the sights of the city, we hardly get the time to while we’re chasing down the bad guys.”
“Well that is our job.” Daisy retorted with an amused grin, “To serve and protect and all that.”
“I know you know that’s the cop’s motto, not FBI. And even we need a break. Go on a date or two.” Mack stared at her knowingly, “You know I get out of here any time I get a chance, work on my car. Take Joey out when our schedules match up.”
“Hey I play games with you when we’re on breaks.”
“I mean have a life outside this place, you’re gonna let it consume you if you’re not careful.”
Daisy made a face at him, “You sound like Coulson.”
“Well boss might have a point. Ever since that old partner of yours turned crooked you’ve been non-stop.” Mack gave up going around it subtly, opting for the blunt truth.
She sighed, her head dropping a little, “That obvious hunh?”
“All right, what did you have in mind?” Daisy relented.
Mack grinned at her, “Bobbi has a friend that works in the labs she thinks you might like.”
“A lab rat? You’re setting me up on a date with a lab rat?” Daisy sounded incredulous. “What would I talk to them about? I don’t know science-y stuff. That’s why we have lab guys.”
“Think of it as a chance to learn more then.” Mack shrugged.
Daisy groaned, “Mack if I get lectured about science on a date…”
“So you’ll go?”
“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much a choice considering you’ll pester me until I do.”
“I’ll tell her you said yes then,” Mack walked over, clapping her on the shoulder, “I don’t think you’ll regret this Daisy.”
“I hope not…”