Hey! So this is my first ever fanfic (:D) so I'm sorry if the spelling/grammar's not the best. Also, just thought I'd make it clear, I DO NOT IN AMY WAY OWN AGENTS OF SHIELD OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS (as awesome as that would be). I only own this story, and I hope you like it. Sorry this wasn't on the first chapter, I'm still getting used to how this site works.

They all stood around the table in the meeting room staring up at the screen, which had a picture of a rather violent looking man wearing an orange prison jumpsuit.

"This is Andrew Roberts," said Coulson. "Murderer with a long history of violence, and he's just escaped from jail. Our new mission is to track him down and recapture him," he finished, and Fitz looked uneasily at the man on the screen.

"But I thought we were going to Alaska?" said Simmons.

"Change of plans. Once Fitz repaired the electrical system we got a call from HQ telling us to turn around and head for Chicago. Seems that Roberts' escape is a slightly more pressing matter."

"So why did they put us on this case?" asked Skye. "Like, I get he's kind of a sketcher, but shouldn't the Chicago police department be tracking him?"

"They would, but there's something strange about Robert's escape from prison. When the guards called the prisoners for breakfast he wasn't in his cell, but investigations showed no sign of a break out; no tunnel, door still intact, there was no damage whatsoever to the cell. As far as we can tell-"

"Don't tell me," May commented sarcastically.

"- he seems to have simply disappeared, teleported out of jail."

Everyone stared at him in stunned silence. It was Skye who finally spoke up.

"An unregistered Gifted?"

"Most likely, though if he's connected to the Clairvoyant he may have technology we've never encountered before. In either case he's gonna be dangerous. May, how long until we land?"

"Best case scenario, one hour. Given that there are no more storms headed our way." Coulson nodded approvingly.

"Good. That'll give us some time to try and figure this guy out. Fitz, I hope you're up for a challenge."

The engineer looked up at the mention of his name. "Yes sir, of course."

"Good thing, too. If this guy really can teleport you'll need to figure out a way to contain him. Simmons," Coulson said, turning to look at her, "we're gonna need you and Ward in the field for this one."

"What? Me? Out there, trying to catch the dangerous teleporting murderer?" She looked uneasy about something that Fitz couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Unfortunately, yes," replied Coulson. "If this guy really can teleport we'll need to get a DNA sample from him and analyze it as soon as we can. Maybe he's gifted, but maybe he's got something else on us, and we need to know what that might be as soon as we can in order to capture him."

"What are you saying?" asked Fitz. He had a pretty good idea of where this was going, but that didn't make him like it any more. "You don't think he could be… I mean,-"

"Yes," confirmed Coulson. "There's a definite possibility of him being alien."

Fitz watched as Skye and Simmons exchanged meaningful looks, as though they knew something and were keeping it from the rest of the team. He wished he knew what was going on. He noticed that Jemma had been preoccupied for the past few days, and he could tell something was wrong. Still, he had to focus on the mission now. You can't let her distract you, he thought, not if you want to figure this out. It was true. Leo had no clue how to contain a man who could teleport; he was going to have enough on his hands without having to worry about Jemma too.

"Well," Coulson said, breaking the silence. "That's settled, now let's get to work." He left the room, followed immediately by Ward and May. Fitz stayed behind, hoping to talk to Simmons and Skye.

"Hey, Jemma, that thing you were going to tell me earlier-" he started, but was cut off.

"Fitz? I'll be down in the lab in a minute, i just need to talk to Skye really quickly. You'd better hurry up, you've got a lot to work out in the next hour. Go on, I promise I'll only be a minute." She was smiling, but her eyes showed clearly that something was troubling her.

"Okay," he agreed hesitantly, and marched off to the lab. As he left he could hear the two women whispering urgently behind him, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. Right now, he had a much bigger problem ahead of him.

"You still haven't told him." It wasn't a question. Skye was merely stating a fact.

"Clearly not. But I was going to! It's not my fault the plane had to get struck by lightning! I was just about to, I just… Skye, what am I going to do?" The scientist had an obvious note of panic in her voice. Skye thought it was strange that someone was asking her, of all people, for advice.

"Well, one thing's certain. You can't go into the field like this. I mean, did you see that guy? His arms were as thick as my neck! If he finds out anyone's trying to arrest him, I have a feeling he would kill them on the spot. Definitely looked like a 'shoot now, shoot again later' kind of guy."

"Yes, I agree that he's rather intimidating. But you are not answering the question at hand! What do I do?!"

Skye would very much liked to have told her to figure it out herself, that it wasn't her fault Jemma had gotten into this mess, but she could never do that to her friend. Instead, she said, "Look. I know you don't want to screw up the mission, or whatever, but I think that the thin human growing inside you is more important. I know you didn't plan this, but like it or not, you're responsible for another life, and part of that responsibility is keeping him or her safe. So screw the mission. Just tell Fitz you're pregnant and you're set. Once he finds out the only way you're getting out there is over his cold dead body. Okay?"

"But-"

"No buts. Either you tell Fitz, or I will. Now get going, it's only 45 minutes until we land." Skye watched as the other woman walked out the door and headed for the lab. Honestly, she thought, with 2 PhDs you'd think she'd have the sense not to go on a dangerous field mission of she's pregnant. Clearly, however, she seemed to care more about her job than her unborn son or daughter, though Skye couldn't understand why. Is this what working for S.H.I.E.L.D does to people?

Jemma couldn't bring herself to do it. She stood off on one side of the lab, leaning against the counter, watching fitz work, and silently scolding herself for continuing to keep her secret from him. She knew that it was only for her (and the baby's) safety that Skye wanted to keep her out of the field, but she also knew that if she came forward and confessed it would likely screw up the mission for everybody.

"So, maybe if I can find a way to scan and isolate- Jem?"

"What?" The biochemist was brought back to reality at the sound of her name.

"What's going on?" asked Fitz, almost accusingly. "First you go missing after lunch, then you're sharing strange looks with Skye - don't think I didn't see that - and now you're just completely out of it. What is wrong with you today?"

"Sorry," she said, as she tried to think up a decent excuse. "I guess I'm just nervous about this Roberts guy." God, why do I have to be such a bad liar?

Fitz looked like he was about to argue this, but just them the lab door slid open.

"Simmons," said Ward, "Coulson needs you and me in his office now, he's gonna give us the mission plan. And Fitz, he wanted me to tell you there's only 10 minutes 'til we land."

"Right. Thanks." He immediately turned back to his work.

As Jemma followed Ward out of the lab, she realised that she had missed her last chance; there was no going back now. Once she was off the Bus, there was no way of knowing what might happen to her. She could be hurt, captured, or even killed; and if that was the case, she would die without ever having told Fitz that he was going to be a father. Oh god, she thought. What have I gotten myself into?

Skye watched in disbelief as Jemma followed Grant Ward out of the Bus's cargo hold. She had known that something like this was bound to happen, she knew she should have told Fitz about the baby herself, and yet… well, whatever happened now, Jemma had chosen not to tell Fitz, so Skye couldn't very well go up to him and say, "You know that girl who we just sent on a dangerous field mission? Yeah, she's pregnant with your kid." No, if Fitz found out anything about the baby he would stop at nothing to get Jemma back on the Bus and hidden safely away in their lab.

"Still, Skye couldn't just let her go, not without at least talking to her. She pulled the scientist aside just as she was about to step off the cargo ramp.

"Skye, what are you doing? I have to go, Ward's leaving witho-"

"No," she said sternly. "Whatever happened to telling Fitz so you don't have to go hunting down murderers?"

Jemma looked over at the engineer, who was standing stiffly at the top of the stairs. She sighed. "Just, please, don't tell him. I want to tell him myself when I get back."

"Jemma, if you go on this mission, you might not come back. Please, just tell-"

"I have to go." The scientist turned on her heels and ran off after Ward, already a good forty feet away. Skye took one last look at her friend before returning to the Bus's main cabin. She paused when she reached the top of the stairs and spoke to Fitz.

"She'll be alright."

"I know," he replied without looking at her. "But I'm telling you, if Ward lets anything happen to her, he's gonna have hell to pay. I'll see to that." He grabbed the railing and started down the stairs. Skye could tell from the intensity of his voice that he meant every word he had said.

If you only knew, Fitz, she thought. If you only knew.