A few hours later, Jemma was walking up the stairs. Her steps were heavy and she was tired. Her back and legs were hurting from standing in the same position for hours. The surgery on Ward's collarbone had taken a while but dr Mason had done a very good job. Ward was going to be in pain, of course, but it was going to heal. When she entered the common lounge, she saw the rest of the team gathered around the bar. They all turned around when they heard her steps and their faces were full of questions.

"Dr Mason did a very good job" Jemma hurried to say.

She could see the relief flushing over Coulson's face. Skye sighed heavily and Jemma realized that seeing Ward like that couldn't have been easy on her. Jemma turned to Fitz who had buried his head in the tablet on the table. She could see that he was looking at weapons, a newer version of the night-night gun.

"So, any news on the 084?" Jemma asked.

"No, we haven't actually done anything yet" Fitz said and looked up at her. "I didn't want to start without you."

"Oh, we'll get on it the first thing in the morning then" Jemma said. "I'm going to go and change."

She left them, Coulson sipping thoughtfully on his drink while talking to Skye and Fitz being all caught up by the tablet. Jemma threw the scrubs on the floor; she hoped she wouldn't have to wear them anytime soon. She slipped into her night gown and fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow.

She woke up by the sound of knocking. She sat up, slightly disoriented, before she remembered where she was. It always took a while before it came back to her but when it did, she remembered everything. Every little detail. She opened the door to her bunk and squinted instinctively, as her eyes weren't adjusted to the light they met. She realized she was staring into Fitz's chest. She looked up to meet his eyes.

"Jemma!" he said loudly. "How can you still be asleep? We have an 084 to deal with and it's already noon!"

At the noon-part, Jemma's eyes widened. Noon? Was he playing with her? She never slept until noon, never had before in her life. She was an early bird, usually stationed in the lab at 8 o'clock or earlier if it was possible (although, the labs had always been locked until 8.30 at the Academy and she'd really found it annoying more than once).

"Yeah, yeah" she mumbled. "Give me a second and I'll come down."

She showered as quickly as she could and put on her clothes so fast it took a while before she realized that she'd forgot to put on a bra. She was halfway down to the lab before she noticed it and she ran back up the stairs, hoping she wouldn't meet Coulson or May. She was not in the mood of being lecture for behaving like a hopeless teenager. When she finally got down to the lab, Fitz waited for her. He was sitting on her chair, spinning around as she'd done the day before. He stopped when he saw her and glanced at his watch.

"Fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds. Impressive" he said.

"Thank you" Jemma answered. "Now, where's the necklace?"

Fitz jumped of her chair and lifted a box from his workspace over onto the holotable. He gave Jemma a pair of black rubber gloves and then took a pair for himself. Suddenly, Skye strolled in. She sat down on Jemma's chair and rolled closer to the holotable.

"Nice to see you out and about" she said, looking at Jemma. "I thought you'd died in your sleep or something."

"I was tired, after the surgery" Jemma said, a bit defensively.

"Well, Mason didn't seem very tired and as far as I know, he was the one doing the actual work" Skye continued.

"Well, surgeons are ruthless. They are used to working triple shifts and standing in the same position for 18 hours straight, it's not my fault that Mason is exactly that kind of stereotypic surgeon" Jemma said.

"And which are the signs of one being a stereotypic surgeon?" Mason asked.

He was walking in through the door with a mysterious smile on his lips and Jemma got the feeling that he'd heard a lot more of the conversation than he was showing.

"You have to have a strong back and the ability to work with sleep deprivation" Skye said.

Jemma blushed. She wasn't really sure if she'd wanted Mason to hear all that, especially not since he'd raised her work to the sky last night during surgery.

"I'm not saying you're not good at what you do, I'm just saying that I'm not a scrub nurse" Jemma said.

She concentrated on what Fitz was doing, which was picking the foreign necklace out of the box. She saw Skye's eyes widen when she saw it.

"Don't touch it" Fitz snapped towards her.

"I wasn't going to" Skye said.

"Oh, I saw it, it was in your eyes" Fitz said. "It was, right?" He looked at Mason for support.

"Yeah, it was" Mason nodded.

Skye mumbled something that sounded a lot like an insult and folded her arms across her chest.

"Oh yeah, right" Mason said. "I came down here to tell you that Ward was asking for you."

"He was?" Skye said, sounding astonished but happy.

"Yeah, but I don't think you should approach him with that look on your face" Mason said. "When I went to check on him this morning he was already up and it took him two seconds before he started screaming at me for giving him pain meds."

"Yeah" Skye said, a bit awkwardly. "He's a little special something."

Skye got up from Jemma's chair and Mason went with her. Fitz followed them and closed the door to the lab. He took another quick glance at his watch.

"They wasted another nine minutes and forty-seven seconds" he complained. "Can we please get to work?"

Jemma nodded and they started to examine the necklace. It was made out of pure gold and it had rubies and sapphires attached to it. It was gleaming as the light was reflected in the ruby in the middle. They agreed on running it with the Asgardian database to see if they got a match.

"Ah, look" Fitz said and pointed at the holotable.

The synchronization with the database was finished. A drawing that matched the necklace in front of them appeared on the screen.

"It's called Brisingamen" Fitz said as he read from the information. "And it says here that it belonged to Freya."

"And she was the goddess of what again?" Jemma asked.

"Fertility" Fitz said.

"We should tell Coulson about this. I mean, it's Asgardian, that' cannot be good" Jemma said. "Can you go get him, please?"

Fitz nodded and as he walked towards the locked lab doors, they slipped aside. She watched him walk up the twisted stairs and the two men were back in a minute.

"Fitz tells me that you've identified the necklace as the Brisingamen" Coulson said.

"That's right, sir" Jemma confirmed. "Although it's Asgardian I don't think it poses a threat to us as long as we do not touch it. Freya was after all only the goddess of fertility."

"Oh, that can be a very scary thing" Coulson mumbled, more to himself than to her and Fitz. "I'll tell May to set the course for the Sandbox. There are people who have specialized in Asgardian objects, we should let them have a look at it."