Chapter 3

The Degree of Probability

"Yes, but he could have used an ICER gun, right?" Davis shrugged his shoulder heavily. There was this certain anger across his eyes. He knocked the metal desk beside him out of frustration.

The air conditioner on the top of control room humming softly, breaking the silence between him and Bobbi, who only answered him with an almost invisible subtle nod. There were no one else in the room but the two of them. Mack must already have all other agents to be debriefed and get them to gather more Intel on the recent terrorist attacks.

Bobbi typing some commands into the keyboard, ignoring Davis' angst in purpose.

"I could have, yes," Fitz entered the control room unexpectedly. At once, it felt like the temperature in the control room had dropped drastically. "Now, If you have something to say about me," Fitz continue as he walked slowly toward David. He let out a smirk, looking very unlikely of him. "You may want to say it to my face directly rather than doing it behind my back." His voice was soft but the resentment on his face was obvious. Still, he let out a chuckle.

"Look, I don't care if the Director himself doesn't agree with me. But I think a man like you should have been contained. You are a danger to all of us." Davis let the pain he suffered from their last sparring match took over him. The fear growing in his eyes.

"Is that hurt you? That they still prefer damaged agent like me over you? A low skill agent? Now, are you just a joke?" Fitz squinted his eyes, expecting a blow, or perhaps multiple blows from Davis. He deserved that. He don't know if he can kept talking these non-sense to make Davis angry. He already felt terrible for calling Davis with names, but that's the only way he's going to make him angry. He deserve to be punched, to be hit. Well, he felt that he deserves worse. And the guilt in his chest demands to be punished.

Fitz thrown fast to the wooden wall far behind as David shoved him so hard. While Davis had him pinned to the wall, he could hear the brick cracking loud behind him. His chest that received the most blow felt so painful, yet it felt so invigorating. Almost like a forgiving feeling he don't know he is so crave for.

"Guys, stop." Bobbi yelled loudly as she pulled Davis with her hands and on the next second, she's already pulling the batons out of her side pockets. She stood angrily between the men, holding the batons and pushed them at Fitz's neck and Davis'. "I swear I will beat you both nonstop. Unless you all end this non-sense. Now." Bobbi's anger almost sound like a roar. "Now."

"This is unacceptable." Mack threw the monitor's remote to the desk, making a loud thud on its landing. He had the footage of Fitz and David's brawl replayed almost dozens of times before pointing madly at the two man sitting uncomfortably before him.

"Well, to be fair, he started it." Davis raised his hand, and pointing at Fitz who smirked at the suggestion.

Fitz turned his gaze to the chipped granite floor under the desk, he already lost his interest at the conversation. It's true, he wanted the fight, he wanted the blows, or at least anything to numb the sunken feeling on his chest.

"Sir?" Diane, the newly transferred agent assigned as the personal assistant to the director walked in hurriedly. She waited Mack to give her a signal whether it was okay for her to continue.

"Go ahead." Mack nodded.

"The report from our black site in Goree Island just coming in. They have him, and they are en route to here as we are speaking. Sir?"

Fitz's brain sparking up with theories. He didn't know S.H.I.E.L.D were conducting any operation in Senegal, and that phone call that doctor Banks received earlier. The theories in his head are spiraling. He froze in silence, trying to connect all the dots.

"Okay, then I have pressing matter to attend to, gentlemen. Listen to me, you all promise to keep it cool, right?" Mack touched the photo of him and Yo-Yo that he kept on his desk.

"Yes, Sir." David raised his hand dutifully.

Fitz took a glance at the wide open sea before him. The sun was about to set, it left a beautiful trail of tangerine rays between the thin clouds and the clear sky. Jemma used to love taking a break on whatever she was doing, just to enjoy the sun setting down beautifully from the foyer. And now the sight he was seeing was even more breathtaking. Fitz swears Jemma's going to love it.

"There you are," Hunter shouted in joy as he ran hurriedly toward Fitz.

Can't he has more time for himself, Fitz thought. He needed more time to have Jemma swirling on his mind.

"I was looking for you, I heard about the fight between you, and Davis."

Fitz kept his eyes locked to the wide sea, clearly ignoring every words Hunter just said. The rays were going even brighter now.

"Fitz," Hunter knew Fitz's mind was still wander somewhere else. Maybe it has been gone too long, the secret. He thought silently. Perhaps, right now is the best time to tell Fitz the truth. Bobbi is not around, there is no way she can stop him again, from telling Fitz about the truth. These secrets were only making it worse, if only everyone could get it. "Fitz, I've been thinking," Hunter making a subtle movement where he turned his head slowly to make sure no friends of them could stop him from what he is going to do.

"That's never a good sign." Fitz carelessly answered. His voice was low but there is this heavy feeling reeling on it, a soft yet alarming to any person who listened to it.

Hunter grunted sulkily, he knew it won't be easy. "Look Fitz, you want to know why Jemma left?"

It was like every neutron in his brain sparking at once, bursting for there is a hope for an answer. At last.

Fitz knows how to say the word 'yes' in at least in seven different languages, but the shock left him in shock that he could only muttered a bizarre voice that he highly hoped that Hunter could interpreted as, yes please I beg you.

Hunter clasped his hands together before he begin. "Remember three weeks ago, at Benjamin's retirement party when you just got released from the hospital?"

Fitz could only responded with a blink.

"That night after the party," Hunter seemed to already regretting his decision. "You went home early with Jemma,"

Fitz gasped silently as he had no recollection of what happened that night.

"You," Hunter paused, unsure about the next word he had to say. "I mean, Leopold. He did something. Bad. To Jemma."

The air suddenly felt like it was unbreathable. Or was it his lungs? Nothing made any sense, he hurt her. Jemma was hurt, he hurt her.

"You," Hunter shook his head, denying. "Leopold pushed her from your flat's balcony. But rest assured, Jemma was save, she luckily landed on a dump truck. But Leopold went back here afterward and came to Bobbi's room, and he tried to kiss Bobbi. I guess, he must has a thing for taller women, eh?" Hunter tried to laugh it, but failed miserably.

"Remember the next day, when you woke at the infirmary with no memory of what happened the day before and you had this fracture on your jaw? Yeah, that was Bobbi."

He pushed Jemma. He tried to kill her.

"I have to go." Fitz still unable to breathe, he need to go back to his room. He can't think anymore. He don't get it. He don't get the world he is living in now. Everything is wrong.

Fitz pacing at the rooftop floor, making sure for the last time that he was alone. The aching on his chest was getting worse, he need to put a stop on it. He held the gun tighter, feeling very clear about his next move.

He gathered his thoughts but abruptly stopped when there was noises coming from the door. Someone must trying to decode the lock on the door, which was impossible. Fitz had installed a new set of security protocol on this top floor to make sure nobody could open it. Nobody could stop him.

The beeping noise from the decoding process sounds harder as he walking slowly to the edge of the rooftop. He could see the dark yard below and couples of fresh recruited agents guarding the main gate.

He tried to breathe but it felt like there were no air around him, he never felt worse. And he killed Director Mace, he killed Agnes, it was him. Now, Jemma. He tried to kill her.

No.

"Fitz," Jemma appeared from the door with an electronic tablet in her hand.

Jemma. Fitz looked at the brilliance sight before him, every cells on his body desire her. The air starting to fills his lungs, now that could breathe again. He fought hard himself, all he wanted was to kiss her and hug her tightly. All he wanted was to tell her about the beautiful sunset he saw this afternoon, but he can't. So he froze.

Jemma cried but a little smile curved on the corner of her lips. She can't helped it, every time she sees him, she can't help but to smile. And now, she missed him so much, he is here.

Jemma startled when the door making another noise as it begins the automation locking procedure again.

"Fitz?" Jemma gasped in shock when she realizing the gun Fitz holding.

Hunter called her earlier, asked her to get Fitz to meet Samantha, Hunter told her everything. But this is something she can't even imagine.

"I used to imagine you, with me. Being in the places you have never been. But the bloody universe, they tried to save you from me. They resent me. Mocking me even on the back of my mind," He tapped the tip of the gun to his head. He did not sure whether the gun was loaded or not. It wasn't his concern, not even at the very least. The woman before him is what he could think about, she fills every bit of his life. "Even on my mind, I can't have you. He is always there."

"Fitz, please, listen to me." Jemma's shrieked, trying to overcome her tears that she barely can hold. She raised her both hands. "This is not your fault."

The winds blew some from scattered between them. It causing loud noises as if the weather was trying to warn them for a great storm that is about to come.

"Stop." Fitz took a step backward. He watched Jemma carefully before making a brief observation to the ground down below.

He still yet determined whether he would prefer the gun shoot or he would like falling from height any better. Neither, off course. But he must save her. He must save Jemma from Leopold. He can't afford living a world, where he is the reason for Jemma's endless suffering.

"I'm sorry," Fitz took another step backward, moving closer to the edge of the ledge.

The locked door was banged repeatedly. The team must trying to pry it open, or by the sound of it, they tried to shoot the lock off. He knew, the door won't hold any longer. He took another deep gaze at Jemma, smiling at the beautiful sight before him. One last look, he thought. One beautiful sight before the end.

He closed his eyes, recalling the memories from his head when Jemma decided to jump out of the Quinjet to save everybody. Would it be same for her, would her heart ached so bad as it did to him?

"Leopold, stop." a man running out of the broken door, commanding Fitz with his heavy voice. He could easily recognize the thick accent and the voice everywhere. It could only belong to a man, the man he fear the most, Alistair Fitz.

"Dad?" Fitz's face turned paler. The fear washed all over him. His father, he is really here. What would Alistair do to him? His heart racing as the rush of endless horrible memories of his childhood and those surreal moments where they both celebrating Hydra victories were replaying altogether. Dad.

The fear kept him from breathing. He is here.

A crackling sharp thud splitting the thin air. Fitz remain still in disbelief, unable to instruct any muscle on his body to move. The jolt of electricity filled every inch of his body.

Daisy looked at him from afar, holding an ICER gun at one hand.

"You..," Unable to finish his sentence, Fitz lost his balance, he lost controls of his legs. He fell down at once, waiting to hitting the floor under, but somebody must have caught him. He tried his best to open his eyes, but it feels like his body starting to shut down without his own permission.

There were only darkness now, but there was this voice he could barely heard, guiding him wisely. "It's okay, boy. It's okay, Leopold." Alistair holding him in his arms.