A/N: This is my first attempt at an Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. fanfic. I watched Turn, Turn, Turn a few days ago and decided I needed to write down where I thought the events were leading. This is simply something I thought of while watching. Spoilers if you haven't seen the episode. If you have, please enjoy! Review!

Jemma ran to Fitz and fell into him, breathing heavily and holding him tightly.

"Shh, it's okay, Jemma, it's okay." He whispered quickly, pulling her into him. "I've got you."

She closed her eyes and tried to relax, slowing her breathing. After a few moments that felt like forever, she separated from him and gave him a light smile. "Thank you, Fitz. I needed that."

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, no problem. Anytime."

Coulson put a hand on her shoulder. "I don't mean to rush you, but we should get going. We have a lot of renovating to do on the plane."

"Of course, sir." She said. He nodded and started walking back towards the plane, May a second behind him.

Fitz placed an arm around her shoulder and started walking slowly in the same direction, matching her step for step. She appreciated his concern; she was actually pleased with it, she realized with a light shock. She pushed the thought away quickly.

"Fitz, do you mind leaving me alone for a moment?"

He took his arm away from her and looked at her eyes. "Are you sure?"

Jemma nodded. "Yes. I just need some time to think." He hesitated. "Don't worry. I'll be just a few steps behind you."

He gave a reluctant nod and started walking forward, not moving too far ahead.

She sighed and started moving again. She didn't want Fitz to know, but she was terrified. The idea that any one of them could be a traitor was almost too much to handle. The two of them had little to no training in combat, not nearly enough to defeat a corrupt agent. But they would be staying in the lab, she told herself. If they were in danger, Coulson would teach them what they needed to know.

'I'm just being silly', she thought.' I trust my teammates. And Fitz is safe.' That last thought sent a thrill through her veins, but she dismissed it quickly. A thought rose up strongly in her mind, reassuring her. 'Everything is going to be fine.'

That same time, on a plane...

Garrett looked at the watch he wore on his wrist. It looked like any typical watch, a dull gold band with a cream colored face, the hands ticking steadily. He sat on the plane with Hand, two agents next to him. Hand looked at him with hatred, but Garrett was looking at the other person in the compartment. Ward stood a little ways away, arms crossed and eyes distant. He met eyes with his old SO and looked down quickly. Garrett smirked and brought his attention back to his watch, pressing a small button under the outer plating of the face. The screen changed, now showing a black background. Three dots appeared too, blinking blue. He touched the button again and they became green. 'Good.' He thought. 'At least this still works.'

Ward met his eyes again, unsuspecting. 'Kill the guards.' Garrett thought.

Ward's eyes became more focused and stared at the man for a moment: then he pulled out his gun and shot the men on either side of Garrett. Agent Hand started. 'End her. Now!'

Ward didn't hesitate, shooting her in the chest. She fell, gasping, and he fired two more shots into her. Then he put away his gun and stood like he had before, this time looking directly at Garrett.

"Nice work, kid." Garrett said, stretching.

"Thanks, sir." His tone was light but obedient.

"Yeah," Garrett said. "I don't know what I'd do without all those techies in S.H.I.E.L.D. This watch was the best thing I could have found." He stood and walked over to Agent Hand, kneeling down and moving the hair from her face. He touched gently right behind her ear and felt for the small bump he knew would be there. He pressed down, releasing and deactivating it. "Nothing personal, Hand." He said softly. "You were the means to furthering my little project with HYDRA. You did your job well."

He stood up, the intricate technology the size of a stone in jewelry held carefully in his palm. "This little trinket let me direct her thoughts." He said. "Pretty amazing, I have to admit. It doesn't affect you like complete mind control, making you a slave, but you aren't free either. I guess it's like whispering… but you don't know what I'm talking about, Ward."

Ward snapped to attention at his name.

'He's a good kid.' Garrett thought, sitting back down. 'I'm glad he's on my side.' He chuckled to himself. 'One agent with me, another on the inside, watching Coulson. Everything is going to be fine.'