"You don't see her?"
"See who, Simmons? No ones there," Coulson explained, looking to Fitz for help.
"Maybe you've just had to much coffee, you've be up for more hours then you should."
They all continued to look at Simmons as she continued to look at the screen.
"I'm not crazy, Fitz, or tired. There is a girl standing right there," she answered as she pointed to the screen.
"Well what is she doing?" Coulson asked, indulging her.
"She seems to just be standing there, like she's waiting for someone."
"Maybe she's hooking up with her ghost boyfriend for a ghost date and a ghost coffee," Fitz muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.
Simmons kept her eyes glued to the girl but huffed in annoyance.
"Sir, I promise you I can see her. Can we not just land and see if she knows anything? It must mean something if I can see her. Right?" Simmons questioned, looking to her boss with pleading eyes.
Coulson, with deep thought across his brow quickly decided that Simmons had never been wrong yet. Crazy maybe, but never wrong.
"Fine, if you don't find her in an hour, we continue with the mission as planned. Got it?"
Nodding, Simmons answered with a "Yes, sir."
The plane landed in about 10 minutes, the girl she saw had disappeared 4 minutes before that but she didn't let her team in on that little information.
"Right, we go in, have a look around then back to the bus. You got that?" Ward explained in his no room to argue voice. To be fair, his voice was like that all the time but it was even scarier when he looked at you with that say another word, I dare you.
"I completely understand."
At Wards nod, they started to make their way into the building. Ward had his gun in hand and Simmons close to him, just incase this was all some sort of trap.
"Can you see her?"
"Not yet," Simmons answered, looking from corner to corner as she slowly made her way throughout the rooms.
"Simmons! Stay close," Ward yelled as he followed close behind her.
"There isn't anyone else here, Ward. We have surveillance remember."
"I know that, but if there is a ghost here, there could be other things. Things that I can kill," Ward scolded, not impressed at the currant situation or Jemma's inability to see the danger.
Knowing that arguing wasn't getting them anywhere, Ward decided to be helpful so he could get out as quick as possible.
"Right, lets start of with what was she wearing?"
Simmon's knew that he couldn't see her anyway but started to describe the girl. "Jeans with a leather coat, boots. She had long brown hair, slim...erm..."
"You missed out beautiful, charming, mysterious..."
Simmons turned around in fear, moving back a couple of steps and nearly tripping over her feet. "Ward!" she yelled even though he was next to her.
"Where is she?"
"She seems to be standing as if everything is normal about 20 feet in front of you."
"Everything is normal," the girl explained smiling. "Except that you can see me which isn't normal. How can you see me anyway?"
"Erm, that is an excellent question."
"What is?" Ward asked confused. He looked at Simmons then back into the open space.
"What is she saying, Simmons."
"I do have a name you know," the girl interrupted annoyed. "I know he can't see me but manners are great things. Gets you far in life. Well, as long as you aren't dead."
"Jemma!" Ward yelled, annoyed and lost.
"Ward, just please be quiet for just one second."
"Jemma? That's a lovely name," the girl spoke, taking a small step forward with a small smile on her face.
Jemma smiled back sheepishly and cleared her throat. "Thank you, what is your name?"
"Skye"
"Ah, lovely name," Jemma replied, much the same.
Ward just stood, confused as he looked from left to right. He hated not knowing what was going on.
"So what are you doing in this abandoned warehouse?" Skye asked, still smiling and taking small steps forward, swinging her legs in a bored manner.
"Looking for you," was Jemma's replied as she took small steps back trying to keep a distance.
Skye smiled. "Thats sweet. What can I do for you, Jemma?"
Caught off guard by the use of her first name, she cut straight to the point. "Have you ever heard of centipede?"
Sykes smile slowly dropped and she looked away.
"Yeah, I've heard of them. What do you want them for?"
Jemma, never one lost for wards, didn't know what to say. The shift in emotion was so quick Jemma didn't want to anger Skye anymore than she clearly was.
"We want to stop them."
Skye began to laugh. "You can't stop them." She looked back to Jemma. "No one can stop them."
She then began to shake her head like she was answering a question no one else could hear. Exactly how Ward was seeing Simmons at the minute.
"You need to leave them alone, Jemma."
Before Jemma could answer, Skye had disappeared into thin air. She began looking around franticly.
"Simmons, what happened?" Ward asked, looking around as well, gun in the air.
"She disappeared."