Chapter 2:
Coulson and May took Lola while the other got into the four wheel drive. Skye had called shot gun which means she had the front seat next to Ward while Fitz-Simmons sat behind comfortably. May had worn a simple red dress which showed off her back while Skye like Simmons wore a simple but long black dress. Coulson had a tux on and looked stunning while Ward had a simple suite on with a red tie.
They reached the hotel in ten minutes just in time as Director Fury pulled up. They watched as Coulson and May accompanied Fury into the main hall leaving the four of them to wonder around. "I wonder who else is here." Skye eyed Simmons hoping she understood her signaling. Simmons smiled at Skye before wrapping her arms around Fitz's. They walked through the main doors only to come across a beautifully decorated hall. There were people all over the place; some were S.H.I.E.L.D agents while the other was civilians and politicians. Fitz felt Jemma gripping her arms tighter around his. He returned by placing his hands over her arms to calm her down. "Fitz do you see him?" She refers to Agent Sitwell. The last she saw of him when she pulled the trigger on the night night gun and dragged his unconscious body to a side. "I think Sitwell is not attending the function. If he was, he would be with Fury the whole time." Simmons smiled. "That's good news to my ears." She sighed.
Fits smiled at her. He released his arms from her and held her hands instead. He scanned her from head to toe. "There is no reason to get nervous Jemma. Let's just have fun while we are here." He hugged her. "That's good news because I think I see Caroline Foster. You know her right?" Simmons directs him to her location. "She was in our freshmen bio class." "Fitz followed her gaze towards Caroline. "I think she is stationed at the Sandbox." Simmons waved to the crowd hoping that Caroline had notice her but instead someone else got her attention. Fitz watched as Agent Triplet walked towards the four of them smiling like a little kid in a candy store.
"Good evening everyone." He greeted the group. Ward and Triplet exchanged nods while he got hold of Simons hand and kissed it. "It's nice seeing you again agent Simmons." Simmons smiled at his gesture. "Where are you all seated?" He asked scanning the room. "We are at table 40." Ward replied as he escorted Skye to their table. Simmons immediately held her purse in both hands following behind them.
The function had started off with a speech from the President and followed by Director Fury. They sat quietly as they watched a few video clips taken during the battle. Agent Triplet had taken a seat at their table between the scientist making Fitz very angry and upset at the same time. Fitz watched as Triplet leaned over and whispered something in her ears which made her giggle like a small girl. He diverted his attention towards Coulson. He watched as Coulson clenched his fist while May slowly placing her hands on his to calm him down. After a while they Coulson stood up and walked out and May followed behind. Fitz exchanged looks with Simmons. He knew what she was thinking. Coulson was going through hell as he remembered Loki stabbing him in the heart.
The night continued with dancing and mingling around. While Simmons was on the dance floor with Skye, Fitz had decided to take a breather outside at the balcony. He held his Champaign glass and stepped out only to run into Diego. Diego was a just a few years older than him. They attended the same engineering classes and had worked on a few projects with him during his time at SciOps. They spent almost an hour talking about Diego's latest invention when he noticed Triplet and Simmons were on the dance floor. He was dancing while she looked like she was slaughtering a goat. Fitz could not help but laugh. Simmons was bad at dancing yet alone free style dancing. Just as he was about to look away she caught him staring at her. He held her glare for a while before turning away. He and Diego spoke more about his designs for the new hovercraft.
Jemma Simmons constantly tried getting away from Triplet but he always had a way to bring her back on the dance floor. Skye had seen her distress from far away and had offered to help out. "What's up with Triplet and dancing?" Simmons laughed hard. Skye mimicked her. "Why don't you tell him you can't dance? Or try doing something else with the guy." Skye dig her purse for some lipstick. "Well we have nothing in common to talk about. We end up staring at each other awkwardly." Simmons removed her bun, letting her hair fall down. "He is not like Fitz. We always have something to talk about and there is no…" "Omg, you like him." Skye cut her off. "What?" Simmons looked confused. "Triplet? I don't like him I told you like a million times." Skye laughed. "Not Triplet. Fitz, you like Fitz don't you." "I always liked Fitz that's why we are best of friends." "Not like in that way, I mean you like Fitz more than a friend. You have feelings for him." "What? Don't be ridiculous Skye." "I've seen the way you look at him when he is not noticing." Simmons blush a little. "You say the most ridiculous things Skye." Simmons smiled before walking out of the ladies room.
