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Hello my darlings! Smanks for the reviews, they make me so happy :D So I actually ended up writing this chapter a lot faster than I thought I would. Don't get used to updates this quickly though cause I have some stuff coming up :/

DISCLAIMER – If I did own AoS I probably would've done this instead of having Simmons safe (sorry not sorry) so I do NOT own anything except my idea

The day started like any other. He woke up, had his cup of tea, and made his way to the lab. There wasn't much to do at the moment if he was being honest. The native Scot just sat in his chair going through some files that Coulson had given him. HYDRA did more than just steal equipment and data when they broke into The Fridge. They also set free over a hundred criminals. Along those criminals, were about a dozen gifted. With that in mind, the director wanted to make sure that the team would be able to contain said gifteds if they ever came across them. So Fitz took another swipe at his tablet to read up on the next case and see if he could come up with some idea for the containment unit he was supposed build.

Donnie Gill.

Under his name, next to status he read deceased. Fitz couldn't help but remember when he had first met him from that time he and Jemma had visited The Academy. It brought back memories of a simpler time. When he could do anything we wanted to with having to worry about his hands shaking at the wrong moment. When he could talk for hours explaining how a certain mechanism worked without stuttering or forgetting words. When he had Jemma Simmons at his side. The thought itself made him want to throw the tablet into the wall. She'd left him. In his time of need and weakness, she left him. Coulson had cleared up her whereabouts a few days prior when the team ran into Donnie. But he couldn't answer the one question that burned him deeper than anything, why.

He supposed he knew. She left because of him. Because he was no longer a suitable partner for her to work with, to be with. She left because he told her. He hated himself for letting it slip, but in all honesty, he thought he was going to die in that pod. He wanted, he needed her to know that she was his world. That if she didn't make it, he wouldn't either. Then he hated her.

Was the thought of him loving her so repulsive that she couldn't stand being around him? Did she think that even considering a romantic relationship with him was insane? Fitz knew that he shouldn't jump to conclusions, yet he couldn't stop. After everything they'd been through, she upped and left him to figure it all on his own. Even then, he still loved her. Even now, he hopes that she'll burst through the lab doors and jump into his arms. As unconventional as it was, he still loves her. So when he heard a faint yell that sounded like her name, he had to investigate. Setting down the tablet, he made his way out of the lab and towards the hanger.

Yelling seemed to get louder with every step he took. He was able to identify the source as Coulson and furrowed his brows in thought while wringing his fingers. Coulson didn't get angry easily. Even we he did, he was always on the passive aggressive side. Fitz could count the amount of times he had seen the director yell at someone one hand. He heard a variety of things as we got closer.

"What do you mean they ripped her out of the sky?"

"Oh my god."

"You're sole purpose was to keep her safe!"

"Coulson you need calm-"

"Don't tell me to stay calm damn it!"

"We can figure out a way to get her back, this isn't over, right?"

"Sir I'm sorry I- "

"Sorry isn't going to bring her back!"

By the time he arrived at the hanger everything was quiet. Coulson had his back to him and stood between Mei and Skye. The causers of his outburst seemed to be Tripp and a tall brunette that stood in front of the three agents. He quickly noted that he'd never seen her before. Her physic could easily be described as one from the Amazonian women in Greek Mythology. However, instead of standing with pride like the women in the myths, she hung her head apparently ashamed of something along with Tripp. The engineer watched from the entrance as the director clenched his knuckles white, shoulders shaking ever so slightly. Mei stood as stoic as ever, but he could hear sharp intakes of breath coming from Skye like she was trying to stop herself from crying.

Wait, no. She was crying.

This was bad. This was really really bad. Mei had practically perfected her training on Skye to the point that she barely shed a tear when it came down to taking out Donnie. And now she was sobbing. Whatever happened must've been extremely terrible to make breakdown like that. Then he remembered the reason he came in the first place. He'd heard Jemma's name. That's what had drawn him to the situation. He could feel him heartbeat quicken. Coulson losing his cool. Skye crying. Mei wasn't even moving, by the looks of it she wasn't breathing either. Then he heard Coulson speak. It was barely above a whisper, and he heard it.

"You were supposed to protect her. You were supposed to get her out."

"What's going on?" He stepped forward, revealing his presence.

Skye turned towards him taking another sharp intake of breath when she realized who it was. She brought her hand up to core her mouth shaking her head repeatedly. Tripp and the mystery woman looked at him with shock at finding out there was someone else in the room. He saw Tripp open and close his mouth like he had something to say but couldn't find the right words.

Mei looked over at him, "Fitz."

"I heard shouting. Did- did something uh you know happen or?" He kept wringing his hands, he always did when he was nervous, or scared.

"Fitz." Mei repeated.

Coulson wouldn't look at him.

"I just- I heard the- " he took a deep breath, "is Simmons okay?"

No answer.

"Is she alright?"

Silence.

"Sir?"

The director turned to him. His eyes red rimmed. His face tear stained. When he didn't answer, Fitz felt his blood boil ten times over.

"Where. Is. She?" He took a step towards Coulson with each word.

No response.

Fitz stormed in front of him. Knuckles white, teeth grit, jaw clenched, until they stood at arm's length from each other.

"Where's Jemma?"

The director just closed his eyes. So the engineer took another step until he stood a breath away from the man that wouldn't answer his god damn question.

"WHERE'S JEMMA?"

He was yelling at this point. He was probably crying too since he suddenly tasted something salty on his lips and his vision was slightly blurred. Just three words. Three little word could kill him or make his heart calm. But he needed to hear those three words. He needed to hear them from him. With a deep breath, the director looked him in the eye and said three little words that never should have been in the same sentence.

"HYDRA has her."