"You bought last time." Hill answered immediately, looking over the badge Coulson handed her. It was identical to hers– same logo, same clearance level, same layout. Everything except for (of course) the name and the picture.
Digging into her pockets, she pulled out her version of the SHIELD badge for him to examine. "Pretty strange prank, though. I mean, what are the odds that you have a dream with a badge that shows up on your desk the next morning? How would someone even know that?"
A training exercise was possible, though. The FBI did love to spring unexpected things on their agents.