There was a god almighty bang followed by deathly silence and then laughter. Skye and Ward ran down the spiral staircase towards the lab, their game of battleships all but forgotten, they were closely followed by Coulson. When they arrived the lab was mostly still intact with broken beakers on the ground and it air was full of a greenish blue smoke, that slowly began to dissipate. Fitz and Simmons were sat in the ruins of beakers laughing hysterically, upon hearing footsteps crunching on the broken glass the pair looked up to their audience, grinning and laughing at the mess they had caused. Coulson shook his head and chuckled, "Fitzsimmons, care to explain yourself?" The pair giggled again, Fitz answered looking sheepish, "we were trying out different combinations and assimilations of the dedrotoxin and there may have been a minor dosage miscalculation. It seems to have rather amusing side effects, as you see." With that her burst out laughing again causing Jemma to giggle from her spot on the floor, to which Skye couldn't hold it in anymore and began to laugh at the weirdness of the usually straight-laced scientist in a heap on the floor giggling. Ward and Coulson shot her a look, "Aww come on guys! You can't think this isn't funny? When have you ever seen Fitzsimmons laugh like this, huh?" She had a point, the team didn't laugh enough, thought Coulson. "It's a good job Rosie isn't here, it'd be soo much worse!" Jemma managed to say between giggles, "Better not let her hear you call her that Jem, you know she'll kill you for it." They burst out laughing again. Suddenly alarms began blaring all around the bus. Everyone ran to the briefing room, even Fitzsimmons who were trying their best to be serious as the drug left their systems. On the touch screen computer table a yellow dot pulsed brightly, the yellow dot then appeared on a map showing that whatever the dot represented was moving at quite a speed towards the airstrip the bus was landed on. Jemma suddenly stiffened as the gravity of the situation sunk in, "May, how far?" Jemma didn't need to finish the sentence for May to know exactly what she wanted, "10 minutes." All of a sudden the dot stopped moving and the pulsing grew faster and began to dim. Jemma ran out of the room with May on her heels, May caught her before she'd made it to the staircase. "Simmons." It was all Jemma needed to burst into tears and clutch at May, as the elder woman held her Ward approached them. May held Jemma by the shoulders and pushed her to arm's length to look at her, "You ready?" With a small nod the trio descended the stairs, May lowered the ramp while Simmons and Ward got into the SUV. Once the ramp began its descent May climbed into the SUV and started the engine, as the ramp touched the tarmac May put the SUV into reverse, once out of the plane she gunned the engine and the trio sped away to find the slowly fading little yellow dot.