Disclaimer: I own no part of SHIELD, and never will, unfortunately.

A/N:

Alright, so this story is probably going to be fairly short. It's not anything drastic, just a little something for me to do when I get bored, honestly. So tell me what you think about it! Also, this is set after the season one finale, so if you haven't seen it yet, there will no doubt be spoilers. Thank you, and enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE: Flowers

The remote office was silent; a rare occasion for the normally bustling facility known as one of the top secret Hydra bases. Granted, there were only two people in the office at the time, as she had forbidden anyone else from coming in. Important business, she had said. Sly, beautiful Raina and a very familiar bio-chemist of certain origin were sitting on opposite ends of the desk. It was a late Wednesday evening, not that the day was of particular importance. Right now, the focus was all on the tense conversation between the two woman.

Raina leaned forward on the desk, tilting her head almost innocently at the guest seated across from her. "So, what do you say, Simmons? Are you up for it?"

It was a long while before Jemma Simmons -graduate of Sci-Ops with flying colours and current excellent biochemist - replied. Raina noted that the scientist's eyes flickered to everywhere but her own eyes. "I didn't know you were with Hydra."

Raina smiled, leaning back from the desk and getting up from her chair. In the silence, her heels made startlingly loud noises. "I'm not here for the cause, Simmons," she corrected, eyes glittering. "I'm here for the science. For the Clairvoyant, you could say." Raina plucked up a small paper weight that she'd had on her desk - formerly of the man who used to work here, she didn't need to get into more information about what happened to him - twisting it around and around in her long fingers.

Simmon's head snapped up and her brow creased in confusion. It was probably the most reaction she had gotten all evening, Raina reflected. At least she was getting somewhere.

"Garret wasn't a real Clairvoyant," Simmons noted clearly. The young woman still had her lab coat on, fresh from the lab of the Playground. "And he's dead." Well, at least we know she still has her brains.

Raina almost rolled her eyes, but she could see that Simmons was now intrigued. "Well, Garret was a bit of a let down, wasn't he? I believe in a real Clairvoyant, Jemma." She leaned with one hand on the desk, staring intensely at Simmons. "A... prophesier. Someone who can predict the future. I believe of beings from another world -"

"Well, we've already met the Asgardians, and-"

"Yes, we've met them. But who knows what other life is out there? We've been living on planet Earth for so long, and only now are we beginning to discover other life. Powerful deities, Simmons. You must understand. You're a bio-chemist, you have a natural drive to find out more about other races." Raina's voice had become a light lilt, something which seemed to make Simmons severely uncomfortable, although she didn't seem afraid to speak up.

"But why?" Although she's nervous, she's clearly curious. It leads Raina to wondering why Garret had chosen to recruit young Jemma Simmons. He'd had the plots of a genius, even before he had gone off his rocker with the special serum.

"Why? I want to know what's inside of me, Simmons. I don't think I'm quite like you, in all respects." As a dry smirk edged it's way onto her features, Simmons began to look scared, horror creeping up onto her face.

Something inside of Raina clicked, and she twisted her head away from Simmons, pretending to study a painting carefully. "How was the field trip, Simmons?" At her confused expression, Raina decided to elaborate more. "See lots of marine life down there?"

Simmons expression became strangely set, and her eyes darkened. Oh, anger. It was an emotion Raina had seen displayed on many men, though rarely on Simmons. She filed the information away neatly, as Simmons spoke. "That wasn't-"

"Anyway," Raina brushed it off quickly, turning away and settling back into her chair. "What's the answer? Yes? Or no? You know the consequences, don't you? I'm not forcing you to do anything."

Raina can't help but smile slyly at the comment. The truth was, she wasn't forcing her fellow agent to do anything. It was entirely up to her. But of course; when faced with the consequences it was obvious what most would opt for. The incentives system, as some had taken to calling it. To Simmon's credit, it was a very long time before she answered. The Sci-Ops graduate looked to be having an internal battle with herself, troubled emotions flickering on her facial expressions.

"I'll do it," was the quiet answer.

Raina's grin became fully fledged and she blinked in an innocent fashion at Simmons. "Well done. I knew you would come through and do the correct thing." She tugged open a drawer and pulled out a small, compact black gadget. Gently, she slid it over to Simmons. "It's the latest technology," she explained casually. "Even better than our dear little engineer's tinker toys." To top it off, she threw Simmons a subtle wink. A feeling of odd delight flooded through her at Simmon's stricken expression. "Perhaps you can share ideas with him later on?"

"Wh-What is it?" She wasn't looking so brave any more, her deliberate movements showing clear doubt as she slowly reached for the object and picked it up.

"An encrypted ear-piece. Clear, high quality voice receivers. You'll be able to hear our commands at the very best quality. We'll send you instructions. If anyone gets suspicious and tries to hack into it, they'll be sent a very fast acting virus. Clever, isn't it?"

The double agent was studying the device carefully, gaging it with experience. As uncertain as she looked, no doubt Simmons was amazed by the technology. "It blends in perfectly at the Playground," she said, her tone clearly surprised. "How did you know?"

"Oh, it's simple, really," Raina said breezily. "Wear this at all times, alright? Remember our incentives system, won't you?"

Simmons looked down at the ear piece, carefully slotting it into her ear. "What is the first task?"

"This mission is.. a farewell present for dear Garret, you could say. He awfully liked being a shepherd. I think it's about time to rescue his dear little sheep."

Simmons obviously got the gist her sly little comment, because she nodded dully and rose from her seat. "I'll get on it, Raina."

"Please, call me Flowers," Raina said with an air of false pleasantness. She watched carefully as Simmons left, pausing until the genius was almost gone. "Oh, and Simmons?"

"Yes?"

"Hail Hydra."