He's been kidnapped. Kidnapped and imprisoned.
If they keep sending agents into the field who aren't ready to fight and have no previous experience in combat operations, she's going to file a report because this is just ridiculous.
The only good thing about this is that they've located him and are in the process of going in after him.
She can't stand the thought of Fitz being out in the field, regardless of if he's needed out there or not. It makes her sick because he could be hurt. He could be dying.
But she won't think about that.
Instead, she'll busy herself with something else, like cleaning out the beakers in the lab. Yes, that's perfect.
But when she walks into the lab, she sees his jacket laying across the chair that he'd left before setting off on the mission and her mind begins to wander again.
Surely he's fine though because he has to be.
He has to be fine because she's not sure what she'll do without him. The more she thinks about it, the more she regrets dragging him onto this plane with her in the first place because if something's happened to him, it's all her fault.
She accidentally drops one of the beakers and realizes it's probably best if she just breathes for a minute, or maybe longer, she's not sure because her hands are shaking a bit and it feels like someone's reached inside her stomach and twisted her internal organs.
She's about to go upstairs and get a drink to calm her nerves when at that second, she sees Fitz being hauled onto the plane and her heart does this weird clenching thing inside her chest because he's alive.
He's being supported slightly by Ward but he's still able to walk.
Ward leads him up the cargo ramp, nodding once before leaving Fitz and Simmons alone.
"Are you okay?" she asks, looking him over.
He's got a bruise across his face, along with a few cuts and scrapes, but it's nothing like she had expected, which helps her to breathe again.
"I'm fine. Nothing serious," Fitz says reassuringly, but she can tell he's masking a bit of pain by the way he winces when he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
She's spent the past hour (or had it been longer?) worrying herself mad and she simply has to touch him, has to know that he's still here and that his heart is still beating. So, mindful of his injuries, she gently wraps her arms around him. He wastes no time in pulling her in closer to him, needing this almost as much as she does.
"I'm all right, Jemma. Really," he says against her hair.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again," she says, voice muffled against his shoulder. He smiles and wraps his arms around her tighter.
He's so warm and so alive and she can't believe she's almost lost this on more than one occasion.
When she lets go of him, she manages a smile despite the glisten still playing in her eyes that's threatening to turn into something more.
But she will not let it because he is okay and there is no reason for her to be upset anymore.
"Come on, let's get you patched up," she says, and they make their way to the lab.
So this was that thing weasleywarrior suggested and I probably totally butchered it but I wanted to at least give it a go. Sad stuff is hard to do. Also you guys are the sweetest, thank you for your support I really really appreciate it.