An: Am I a douche or am I a douche, so sorry for the wait. College is a bitch!

AoS isn't mine! (I mean Bobbi/Lance? Um no?! Does Divorce mean anything anymore?!)

Capture.

Skye, Tripp Bobbi and Coulson were all sat around the bench in the lab. They were all dicussing the best tactic to take in recusing Jemma. They couldn't agree. " A full frontal attack would be ridiculous Bobbi!" Tripp exclaimed, " I know they got your girl, but really, you gotta chill and trust Coulson."

She huffed slightly. "She's not, She's not m-my. Anyway, a sneak attack?! What are we? The rebels?" That earned her strange looks. "You know, Star wars?" She asked, raising her eyebrows as they all shook their heads. "Jemma would know." She murmured.

Jemma.

It had been three days since her capture. Three. And all the hope Bobbi had instilled in herself was fading, fast. "Coulson, we are running out of time. We've probably already-" The blonde agent started before the Director interrupted her.

"Agent Morse, I now and I'm- We're working as fast as we possibly can okay? But as annoying as this is, the plan has taken a while to formulate. We will get her back, I swear!"

All she could do was release a breath. "Yeah, but will it be our Jemma?" She whispered.

HYDRA HQ

Sweat dripped down the side of the scientists face. Her eyes bloodshot and dry from being open for so long. And her usually plump red lips, were dried and cracked around the edges. Jemma yearned for an ice cool drink and a nap. Well, more like a coma.

Giving out a shaky breath she painfully moved her line of vision as far as she could to look at Dr Whitehall.

Even though it had only been three days in her company, her fear of him had started to dissipate very quickly and weary jealously surfaced. He got to go home, eat, wash, sleep, blink. While she was stuck in this stupid metal straps looking at patterns all day.

A frown placed itself on her face, although it quickly faded, she had no energy. And from her extensive, she knew it wouldn't be too long before hallucinations started and she became insane, or dead. Either one terrifying outcomes.

"What if I never see Bobbi again. Never be with her and watch Star Wars. Never kiss her."

If she could she'd cry, but the lack of fluid in her body was making it rather difficult.

"Agent Simmons" He addressed. "Please calm yourself my dear." He drawled in a patronising tone, smiling slightly.

"Now, I am so very disappointed at your unwillingness to comply. It really does tug at my heart strings you know." He mocked, that smirk gracing his feature and an evil glint once again appeared in his eyes.

"You h-have no heart." She croaked out, although her voice was no more than a whisper. God, she wanted water so badly, ice would bloody do. Anything to cool her down and get rid of this painfully dry feeling in her throat.

A chuckle filled the room, even though it sounded too hollow to be joyful. " Jemma, may I call you Jemma?" He asked, although she could tell it was rhetorical.

"No." She murmured. Moving her eyes slightly as to not be indirect eye sight of him. She wished she could blink.

However, he took no notice of her reply. "Jemma, you must understand. That I- no HYDRA needs you. Someone of your expertise and your talent would be a amazing asset to us. I mean, did those Agents ever really appreciate you? Treat you like one of their own? Plus, you said it yourself, your loyalties are with science. We can help you with that. We can make you blossom, show your real colours. PHD's are just the beginning." He explained. Gradually making his way closer to her, before placing a hand on her shoulder.

The young Brit inhaled deeply. "N-No matter what you d-do or say. I wont b-betray them. I l-love them."

He grinned. The whites of his teeth shone like the whites of his eyes. "Ah, but my dear Jemma, do they love you?" He asked. Before turning away. "Play it again, she's still being... Stubborn." He commanded as he returned to his previous position at the side of the office.

All the Biochem could do was whimper as the patterns and swirls began again and her eyes started to burn.

Playground

"Coulson!" Skye called, lifting her head up from her computer, she looked him dead in the eyes.

"Skye, what have you found?" He inquired, worried by the expression on her face. It was luckily just the two of them in his office as the others were off helping with the plan to save Jemma.

"I-I've managed to somehow hack into HYDRA's CCTV footage." She said rather grimly. "But, it bothers me how easy it was, like... They wanted me to break in."

The director nodded. "Show me what you've got." He came round to stand behind Skye, as soon as he witnessed what was on the screen he wished he didn't watch.

On the footage was Jemma, not in chains as he had expected, but being released from them, he could vaguely make out her bowing her head slightly as Whitehall said something, placing his hand on her shoulder before two lackeys came and took her out of the room.

The head of HYDRA looked up, before grinning, so blindingly, Skye and Coulson could see it as bright as day on the screen.

"You're too late!" He mouthed.

AN:Yayy cliffhangers xD Anyway, so so so so sorry about the wait, but you'll have to be patient with meh. Um anyway, check out my Tumblr for the Simmorse prompts I do on there! Maybe a like? Anyway! R&R babes ;)