An: Basically, I've read every Simmorse fanfic that's been written so far (and still waiting for more) I instantly fell inlove with the thought of them being together! So, I figured I'd write my own story. I'm not overly sure if this will just be one shots or no..
AoS isn't mine! (So much would change if it was)
Capture.
Daniel Whitehall was not happy. Not happy indeed. Not one, but two Shield agents had managed to sneak there way into the ranks. He smashed his fist into the desk. "This cannot and will not stand" he whispered to himself, clenching and unclenching his other fist. He turned his head to one of the guard standing near the door. "You there, be so kind as to bring Bakshi to me, I need to have a word with him." The guard nodded and turned to leave. Whitehall drummed his fingers against the desk in anticipation and looked out over his office. "Don't worry Dr Simmons." He murmured to no one. "You will comply."
The oak carved door opened to reveal the guard from a few minutes ago and Bakshi right beside him. "You called sir." He said. A look of calm was on his face, as he looked straight ahead, not daring to look Whitehall right in the eyes, there was an aura of fear was evident in him. "No need to be so scared Bakshi. I need you assistance with a certain British Shield agent. I believe you know who I mean, yes?" He questioned, already knowing the answer of course. "Yes sir, I know who you are referring to." A smirk was ever so slightly appearing on his face.
The older man couldn't help but chuckle. "Good, then you'll like this mission very much. What I need for you to do is set a trap, yes I know that sounds rather childish, but trust me. I mean how else do you propose we lure out the lab rats without a bit of cheese." Bakshi let out a smile, although his eyes held no joy only pain and slight craze. "No other way I can think of sir." He complied. And that was what Daniel loved, compliance. "Mhm, well then take a seat. This will take a while."
Inside Shield headquarters (playground?)
A young British scientist was making her way around the lab. It was as if she had never left. She couldn't argue, the facilities at Hydra were incredible and very high-tech, but the pressure that Jemma felt in there and the coldness made it pretty difficult to concentrate on her work. Or maybe it was the fact she was away from everyone for so long. 3 months didn't seem like a long time, but being around all those unfeeling and unsympathetic people really took a toll on Jemmas' perception of time.
Also, it wasn't just the fact that she had been gone so long, but her team had changed so much as well. Coulson seemed more reclusive, staying in his office, or only communicating with May from time to time. It was like the rest of them weren't even there. Then, there was May, Skye and Tripp. Well, if she was being honest Tripp and May appeared evidently quite the same, however Skye, she had changed so much. She seemed darker now, like a large storm cloud was resting over her head and didn't look like it was going to move any time soon.
Finally, Fitz, her best friend. The one who she felt most confused about. Don't get her wrong. She was estatic he had Mack and that he was improving much more than she could of ever expected, but she still felt deep down, that it was her fault, she made him this way and there wasn't anything she could do to bring the old Fitz back.
"Hey there Simmons" A chipper voice broke Jemma out of her inner thinking. Turning round she was met face to face with Bobbi Morse. Well when she said face to face she meant face to chest. Instant causing a blush to rise up into her cheeks. Moving her eyes up a little, she saw beautiful brown eyes sparkling at her. "O-oh, hello agent Morse, how are you today?" She questioned, blushing again as agent Morse rolled her eyes and insisted she called her Bobbi. "I'm well though, thanks for asking Simmons, yourself?" She went on to add. "A-ha, I'm very good. And you can call me Jemma. It seems only fair." The biochemist said, a slight feeling of anticipation entered her, before she squashed it down. "Jemma, huh? Pretty name for a pretty lady." She smirked, a hand coming to rest on her hip as she leant against the table.
A bright red blush bloomed on Jemma's face. "O-oh, u-um. A-aha. T-that's, that's very sweet of you to u-um s-say." The young Brit stammered out her sentence and quickly turned around, fumbling through the beakers and solutions. She could hear a faint chuckle behind her. "So what is it you're doing exactly" The tall beauty asked. "W-well, I'm looking at the test results for the affects of the Obelisk and trying to see if I can make a counter reaction to stop it from happening." Jemma explained, while looking around for the beaker of Pyrosulfuric Acid, finally noticing it on the top shelf of the lab. Just out of her reach. "Great" she sighed, as she was turning around to search for the stool, she was stopped when a pair of hands came from above and placed the acid onto the unit.
"Thanks" The biochemist said, actually turning around this time. However, she didn't realise just how close to Bobbi she was. It was that damned face to chest level again. Not that she was really complaining. "I-I u-uh.. W-hat" Jemma inwardly cursed for not being able to speak properly. "You okay there Jemma? You look a little flustered. Cat got your tongue?" Smirking Bobbi curled an arm around the sweet little scientists' mid section and embraced the look of pure shock and slight lust, if she was looking hard enough, in Jemmas' eyes. "Or, have I?" before the biochemist could even question what she meant, Bobbi hosted her up onto the unit. Carefully as to not break the acid and planted her lips against Jemmas'. Who gasped in surprise, before almost immediately melting into the kiss.
"Woooo! Looky what we got here then. Aren't you just the cutest!" The sound of Tripp's voice broke Jemma out of her blissful moment and allowed embarrassment to fill her eyes. Where as her counterpart quickly whipped round and stared in a pissed off fashion at the intruder. "Okay okay, I'm going, but before you love birds move to the bunks. Coulson wants you for a field mission. Both of you. So get going." His voice echoed as he left.
"Well you heard, best go see what the Director wants" the tall woman said, helping Jemma off the ledge and making her way towards the door. All the Brit could do was wobble after her making whining noises.
Debriefing room
"So as you can see, all we need you to do is to located this incryted piece of tech and send the findings back to us, maybe it can give us some clues about this writing we keep discovering. Tripp, you, Bobbi and Jemma take the jet. It shouldn't take more than 3 people. If you run into any trouble, retreat. We don't need this technology so badly that we risk agents lives. Got it?" Coulson question, looking around the room. "His was met with several yes sirs and nods.
Tripp, Bobbi and Jemma then proceeded to get ready for their journey and soon they'd all made it to the jet. "Alright ladies, lets make sure we all get out of this one nice and clean, okay?" Trip stated, a grin plastered on his face. He was met by an equally bright smile and a short move of the lips.
The ride wasn't that long. About 2 hours. Yet to Jemma it felt like eternity. Every chance she got she glanced over at the tall, blonde field agent. Blushing each time she was noticed. All she could think about was the softness of her lips and the smell of her hair. She'd known that what she felt for Bobbi was more than just admiration for her over the past few weeks, but what she didn't know was how much that feeling had been growing within her since they had met. She looked up one more time to be met with a small yet beautiful smile from Bobbi. Though, this time instead of shying away instinctively, Jemma smiled back and just as she was about to say something Tripp interrupted."We're here people. Lets get out and get it over with."
Later
It took about an hour to locate the strange piece of technology. It was in a small forest of the east coast of Florida. The young Brit would of marvelled at the sight had they not been on a mission. Tripp had decided to stay with the jet, just in case, so Bobbi and Jemma went out in search. When they found the tech, they quickly reported what they had done back to base. Receiving confirmation and thanks from Coulson.
However, just as they were about to leave the location, Bobbi heard a rustling in the bushed to their left. Defensively the put an arm in front of Simmons. Just as she was about to whisper to Jemma to be careful, three men dressed in black jumped out. Bobbi instantly recognosed them as Hydra. They charged at her, pulling their fists back. The taller of the two shield agents pushed the smaller one back into the trees behind them. "Stay there and call for back up!" Bobbi bellowed as two more Hydra scum came bounding out of the bushed when the blonde had knocked one down. "Tripp, we need help, repeat we need help." Jemma cried into her earpiece. She pushed herself as far as she could against the tree.
All Jemma could do was watch as Bobbi knocked down agent after agent. But it did no good. When one went down, tow came out. And just as she was about to call out to Bobbi, something cool and hard pressed on the side of her head. "Don't move or make a sound." A familiar voice murmured. Fear was rising by the second in Jemma. "Bakshi" she whispered as he pulled her from her position and held painfully tight to her shoulder. "Alright, that's enough!" He called to his lackeys, who immediately stopped. The Biochemist could see a look of confusion on Bobbi's face before panic spread along her features.
Snapping her head round to look for the young Brit the more experienced field agent could feel a shiver crawl down her spine as she witnessed a gun being held to Jemmas head. "Bakshi!" She hissed. "Let her go!" anger was bubbling up in Bobbi like a furnace. "Ahah, I'm sorry I can't do that, you see Dr Simmons has yet to comply." Horror and realisation flashed upon both Shield agents. The 6 followers that were there, came running up to Jemma and Bakshi. Two of them pulled out a gun each, while another two grabbed her arms. Leading Whitehalls' right hand man and the others to get ahead on the path to the van.
"Bobbi! BOBBI HELP! Jemma screamed struggling against the Hydra agents as she was dragged deeper into shrubbery. But, before agent Morse could do anything. Seven more lackeys appeared and attempted to grab the blonde. "No. JEMMA!" cried Bobbi, but it was too late she was too far away and there was too many Hydra scum. However, just before the skilled agent could launch her attack. Tripp intervened, slamming the head of a scum bag and bashing two others together.
"Simmons? Where's Simmons?! He asked as soon as all the followers were dealt with. "Gone." Bobbi whispered. "She's.. Gone."
AN: What a good place to end eh? Anyway, I'll try to update soon, hope you enjoyed it!