Hey Savvyshipper here with another chapter! Well happy holidays everyone! I'm finally off for break, which would usually mean that I could write and update more often. But alas, it cannot be. My cousins from Australia are staying for Christmas, which means I probably won't be updating much (If at all) over this holiday season. As always, I'm thankful for you guys, the fans, because you are the ones who keep me writing. So I wish each and every one of you a wonderful holidays.

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~Savvyshipper

Skye watched worriedly as Fitz busily rearranged the lab for maybe the third time that morning. She felt her heart ache for him. Fitz and Simmons were so close. Everyone called them Fitzsimmons, because they were never apart. It was almost tortuous watching him work. She entered the lab. Fitz turned towards her, his eyes bright and his face beginning to break into a smile, then he stops midway as he realizes who is in the lab, and more importantly, who's not in the lab. Skye could see the hurt and disappointment in his face. She wasn't Jemma."Oh, Hey Skye" Fitz said dejectedly. Skye smiled brightly at him. "Just wanted to see how you were" She said. Fitz looked at her dubiously. "Well, you've seen." He said, obviously indicating that he wanted to be alone. "Is there anything I can do?" She asked. Fitz looked at her, the dark circles under his eyes evident. Then his eyes brightened. "How would you like to help me test my new device?" He asked. Skye hesitated. What exactly did Fitz want to test? "It's not going to hurt" Fitz said quickly, seeing her hesitation. He explained excitedly "If it works properly, we can find Jemma"


Fitz had tested it over and over again. He had even gotten May to touch down for a few hours in an abandoned airfield in Kansas to help test range and accuracy. He had gotten not only Skye to be a test subject, but he had also roped in Ward, with a bit of persuading. It had to find her. It had to. He walked briskly to Coulson's office, cradling the device in his arms gently. He stopped in front of Coulson's door, shifting it in his arms to avoid dropping it. He knocked. "Coulson, are you in?" He asked, rapping on the door with his fist. "Come in" Coulson answered. Fitz pushed open the door, and gently set the Bloodhound on the desk. He stood back, letting Coulson admire his handiwork. It was the first thing he had made on his own since becoming lab partners. He tried shut down the thought, along with the pain that came with it. Coulson raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" He questioned, his eyes scanning his the device. "It's the Bloodhound. I've been testing it all day, and it works! It really does! I've replicated the way that Bloodhounds smell except magnified the scent sensors by at least a hundred thousand times, and naturally backed it up with DNA identification and capabilities as a fallback system. It's been through it's basic tests, so it can be used in the field, it's perfectly safe. I've already tested it with Skye and Ward, and it works perfectly. Ward even practiced some scent-hiding tricks which in almost all situations, bloodhounds lose the trail. It's still got him in the end though. So if we let it scan around where they took Simmons, there's quite a possibility that it can find her trail, and lead us to not only their base, but to Jemmas exact location. It'll work" He finished, out of breath from all explaining. He didn't usually have to explain it all by himself. No. He had to stop thinking about that. It wasn't going to bring her back. He had to do that by focusing on what he did best: science.

Coulson nodded. "So you're saying all we need to do is bring you and the machine-" "Bloodhound" Fitz interjected. Coulson nodded and then continued " to the site where Simmons was abducted and the Bloodhound will track her to where ever she currently is, and let off a signal when it's found her alerting us to her location". Fitz nodded excitedly. Coulson smiled at him sadly. "I'll run it through HQ, but don't get your hopes up too high. They've practically tied my hands on this while they try and pin down Centipede". Fitz was crestfallen. He had done all this to help find Jemma, and they couldn't even try? His heartbreak must have shown on his face for Coulson tried to comfort him. Coulson sighed "I'll see if I can get clearance. We're still operating as if we were in a hostage situation If it goes through HQ, and if your device gets spotted, we pull out immediately. Because if they catch the device, Simmons will be in even more danger than before. So you better trust your device., or else she's as good as dead".

Fitz gulped. The words "She's as good as dead" echoed through his mind ominously. He shook his head, trying to clear them from his mind. He'd have to make adjustments. Obviously he'd have to compact it down, and stealth covering, firewalls and countless other additions. He started formulating the new designs in his head. Coulson dismissed him, saying that he'd put it through to the Hob. Fitz left the office, walking briskly back to the lab. How to balance, how to balance this out? He staggered as the plane shook. He hit the ground, shielding Bloodhound by landing awkwardly on his side.

The lights flickered in and out wildly. He tried to keep calm as the whole plane tilted. What was going on? "Coulson? May? Skye? Ward? What's going on?" He shouted from the hallway. He cradled the Bloodhound in his arms. What on earth? The lights suddenly flickered back on, and the plane righted itself. He leaned against the wall, trying to keep from becoming too nauseous. Once he felt slightly better, he took off down the hall.

He ran towards the lab, almost hitting Skye and Ward in the corridor. Both of them were staring at the screen in mute horror. Fitz looked at the screen. His mouth fell open, and he stepped back, trying to fight the fear rising in his chest. The system had been hacked. He knew this, because Jemma was staring out at them.