I'm so sorry this took so long publish! I've been swamped and I wanted to wait until I had time to put real effort into what I was writing. Thank you all for sticking with me! This is the last chapter. I can't wait for the show to come back and torture us all again! Enjoy!

The first thing Simmons notices about the Bus is that the lights are all dimmed, as if no one is in it. The second thing is the note. There is a note taped to the door leading into the living space of the Bus. Plucking it off of the door, she unfolds it and it reads, 'The Cage. Immediately. -Coulson.'

"How peculiar." Jemma says to no one in particular. Crumpling up the paper, she makes her way toward the interrogation room, hoping against hope she didn't do something wrong or that she wouldn't have to deal with something dangerous. She hasn't had a good week...or months really, but who's counting.

As she's walking down the hall she hears a muffled noise coming from the room. The door is open but lights are out. Against her better judgement, she heads towards the frightening sound. Slowly, she peers inside only to find Fitz on his side, hogtied and gagged.

"What in Gods name!? Fitz!" She rushes in the room to kneel beside him, momentarily confused as to why he was adamantly shaking his head back and fourth. The question died on her lips when she hears the heavy door slam behind her.

"No! What in the- You have got to be kidding me!" She stands back up and pushes on the door, "How in the world did that close behind me? Fitz, what is going on!?"

She's still pushing on the door when she realizes he won't be able to answer her because she forgot to untie him.

Wincing, she turns around, "Oh dear Fitz, I'm terribly sorry!" She bends down and pulls the gag out of his mouth.

"Bout damn time, Jemma!"

Jemma just laughed and began untying his arms and legs, "Who on earth did this to you?"

"That traitor Mack. I p-p-put up a fight though. Almost had him for a second there." He answered, rubbing his wrists where his hands were bound. "I've been tied up in here for a little while now and I-I was racking my brain as to what I did to deserve this and couldn't think of anything. Th-th-then you came in and a light-bulb clicked."

"They locked us in here. Together." Jemma finishes his train of thought.

"Precisely."

They sit across from each other for a few moments before both breaking the awkward silence simultaneously, "Fitz" "Jemma".

"Sorry, go ahead." Jemma says, gesturing for him to continue.

He looks down at his hands and then back up at her, "I was just gonna say this is the l-longest we've spent together since you've been back."

"I suppose you're right." Jemma responds, looking anywhere but at Fitz.

After another moment of deafening silence Fitz asks, "How are we going to get out of here?"

Simmons sighs, "That, I do not know."

Back in Skye's old bunk people are fighting for space. Lance, Bobbi, Skye, and now Mack are all attempting to fit inside of her tiny bunk and see the laptop she's holding.

"Excuse me Love, a little to the right please, I'm getting a slight glare." Lance says as he adjusts the pillows behind him.

"I don't exactly remember inviting you here. Skye, did you invite him?" Bobbi asks with an eye roll.

Skye looks between the on again off again couple with a sigh, "Yes, actually, I did. Despite his less than graceful and totally unappreciated attempt at helping us, he may have actually pushed Simmons towards her realization that she's in love with Fitz. So, in light of that, he stays."

"Wait. Did she tell you she's in love with him? You didn't tell me that!" Bobbi responds.

"Well. I mean, not in so many words. But she totally is. She hates Allison and hated her before even laying eyes on her because we came up with that genius story about him sleeping with her. And if she wasn't interested in him, that wouldn't have bothered her."

"Woah now. That wasn't a part of the plan!" Mack interjects, "She's a nice girl and a great asset to the team. I don't want this little plan of yours to mess with her reputation."

"Oh calm down soldier. Allison knows. She suggested it, actually. I like that girl, by the way. She really had Jemma tied in knots in the cafeteria, it was great. And Jemma will like her too, once she stops hating her of course."

"You are a twisted woman, Skye." Mack mutters as he leans back against the wall of the plane, "Twisted."

"You always say the nicest things to me, Mack." Skye returns with a grin.

Back in the Cage, things have gone from awkward to icy and Jemma doesn't know how to fix it. Talking to Fitz used to be as easy as breathing. Easier, if you can imagine. But now, she's not sure anything she says will fix the distance between them. And it broke her heart. Losing him was like losing an arm. It was this thing that was so essential to your life, and then it was just gone. Sometimes you could almost feel it, but then you'd look over beside you and remember all over again just what you'd lost, and how you've give anything to get it back.

The words come out before she can push them down, "I miss you."

Fitz's gaze snaps up to meet hers and with more bitterness than she had ever heard from he's kind, Scottish mouth, he answered, "Yeah. You might of thought about that before running away."

"Fitz." She locks her hands together and looks up as if to will the tears to not spill over.

"Don't 'Fitz' me. You know you did. I-I-I laid it all out there and you didn't feel the same way and you know what, that's okay. Life life goes on. But you are Jemma Simmons. My Jemma, and you left me" He pauses to catch his breath, "And then you came back and couldn't even bother to say why to my face. So don't 'Fitz' me. I don't care to hear it now."

"I didn't leave because of what you said, Fitz! I already told you that. God, I wanted to be beside you every step of your recovery. If you needed for anything, I couldn't imagine a place I'd rather be. But that was making it worse. I was making you worse. So I left. I left you because you needed me to, whether you see it or not." She says with a conviction he hadn't heard before.

"I needed you here."

"You needed to get better." She pauses, "And me being here, finishing your sentences, giving you every easy way out was only making you worse. I care about you far too much to be the reason you weren't getting better. I'm the reason you were hurt in the first place." She turns towards one of the walls as the tears spill over and down her cheek, "If I had been faster or come up with a better plan, none of this would've happened."

Fitz sighs and runs his hands through his hair and across his scruffy face, "Ward did this, Jemma. And I made my own decisions in that pod. I don't hold that against you."

"But I do. I hold them against me! We fix things together, Fitz! That's the rule. That's our thing. And you up and decided that I didn't get a say. That me living was more important than you living. But in what world does my life make any sense without you in it? It doesn't. But I didn't even get to say anything before you pressed that damn button and destroyed my whole world!"

"Well I'm so bloody sorry I saved your life and ruined your whole world! Excuse me!" Fitz yelled.

"God Fitz, you really don't get it do you!? If you hadn't made it, that would've been the end of me. These months without you have been a literal hell. I don't eat. I barely sleep. Imagine me if you had died. Imagine what would be left of me! Nothing. I wouldn't make it." She breaths, "And that scares the hell out of me."

"And so you left."

"And so I left."

Skye's bunk is buzzing with adrenaline by now.

"There it is! She basically just said she loved him. That was basically a monologue of love. They're getting married. I can't even right now."

"God, Mack, calm the hell down." Skye responds, but secretly she completely agrees, "The 'I love you' is coming. I can feel it."

"If she says 'I love you', I'm probably going to pass out. Possibly from the lack of oxygen in this bunk, but if I'm honest with myself, the feels are really getting to me."

"I can't believe I was married to such a girl." Bobbi remarks, but with a smile on her face. She knows that if anyone were to pass out, it'd probably be Skye. She's not sure the hacker has taken a complete breath since Fitz told Simmons to not 'Fitz' him.

"OH MY GOD GUYS HE JUST TOOK A STEP TOWARDS HER." Skye said loud enough she was sure the rest of the Playground heard her, "They are less than 3 feet away from each other. This is happening. This is not a drill!"

"Shut it woman!" Lance barked at her, "He looks like he's about to say something!"

"Jemma, I made it, okay. And I know I-I'm damaged, but I'm alive. And you saved me. I know that it was scary. But it's over. We're okay."

"We aren't okay at all." Jemma whispers.

"No, I suppose we aren't."

Jemma has spent roughly a decade loving the man standing in front of her. And almost losing him nearly destroyed her. But running away and then keeping him at arm's length wasn't going to fix anything. And the most important realization she's come to is that she's absolutely positive arm's length is much too far away.

"Did you know I had a crush on you when we were at the Academy? She asks.

Fitz's eyes meet hers and he gives her a sad smile, "I thought you might have once. But then I saw you kissing Tucker Williams in the Boiler room one night and assumed I had been mistaken."

Jemma laughs and it takes Fitz by surprise, "Of course you saw that. I'm guessing you didn't stick around after you saw us then."

"No, I didn't particularly want to see that any longer than necessary."

"Then I can also assume you didn't see me pour my drink on him for kissing me without my consent."

Fitz purses his lips together and shakes his head, "I seemed to have missed that."

"It seems like we both miss important things."Jemma knows that this could very well ruin the progress they've made tonight and even their relationship all together but she knows it's now or never and she takes a deep breath.

"I buried those feelings a long time ago. It was better for us to just not have to deal with the messiness a relationship would bring. You're my best friend and I never thought for you as more after I decided I shouldn't. And then down there in that box you told me I was more than a best friend and my very first thought was 'Of course I am', like it was the most obvious thing you've ever said to me." She breaths, "I think I've always loved you. It's always been there, Fitz, on some level I suppose. Just buried so deep beneath the life we've made for ourselves. I'm so sorry I didn't realize it before. I'm so sorry you had to almost die for me to get it. And I know you're with Allison now and this ship has sailed, but I needed you to know that it wasn't one-sided, you and me."

Fitz went from pure shock to pure confusion, "Allison? What on earth are you talking about?"

"Oh Fitz, don't act naive, Skye told me all about the agent you've been seeing. We may or may not have looked into her records and she's a lovely girl. I'm not trying to come in between your happiness."

"Jemma, if you had to guess one person on this planet who would lock us in a room together to work our problems out, what's the first name that comes to mind?" Fitz questions.

"Skye."

"And who comes to mind when you think of fake records and storytelling?"

"...Skye."

"And I'm naive?" Fitz was smiling now.

"I'm going to kill her."

Fitz laughed and moved closer, "Before you do that, would it be alright if I kissed you now? Because I've waited 10 years for you to tell me you love me and I'm not sure I can wait another minute."

"Are you sure? After everything…. What if it doesn't work between us?" She whispers, suddenly aware of how close he is.

"What if it does?" He responds, running a hand across her cheek to wipe a forgotten tear away.

"Fitz?"

"Yes, Jemma?"

"You may kiss me now."

He grins and wastes no time. He closes the distance between them faster than she could imagine possible. At first his kiss is soft, almost as if he's still asking permission. Only when she wraps both arms around his neck and pulls him against her is he done asking. He soft kisses turns into years of pent up emotions and suddenly she's backed against the wall and he's doing things to her neck she didn't know were possible. She leans her head back to grant him more room and that's when she sees it.

"Fitz." She's out of breath.

"Hmm?" He replies, still busy with her neck but quickly moving back towards her mouth.

"There is a camera in here." She says in between kisses.

He pauses and looks over at the camera and then back at her, "I'm sure they video interrogations."

"The red light is blinking." She says calmly, already knowing exactly why the camera is on.

He releases her reluctantly and walks over to the camera and taps the lens twice , "Excuse me, Skye? I th-think maybe you should open the door now."

"I think you should leave the door closed, Skye. Because when you let me out, I will end you." Simmons adds.

"Well, I'm going to head to bed, seems like everything worked out smashing, good night everyone!" Lance spits out as he's racing out of the bunk.

Mack moves to leave as well, "You're right. Totally exhausted. Gonna head straight to bed. Goodnight. I hope I see you tomorrow."

Bobbi gets up and puts a hand on Skye's shoulder, "You've been a good friend. Good luck." And then she was gone.

"And then there was one." Skye says to herself as she picks up her phone and makes the call.

"My mission is complete. FitzSimmons is back in business. I expect no more problems out of the pair. However, there was one complication. I've been made, Sir. They know I was behind it." Skye waits for the answer she knows she'll hear.

"Well then I guess you better lock your bunk's door because I just remotely unlocked the Cage door. And remember, my involvement is classified. Good luck, Skye. I'll see you soon."

"No wait! Coulson? AC? You seriously hung up on me? Hello? Damn it." She puts the phone down and looks back at her screen. The room is empty. "Oh shit. OH SHIT!" She moves to close her door only to find Fitz and Simmons leaning against the frame.

"Hey..you guys..this is going to be such a funny story one day. You'll laugh. One day. Guys? Funny, right? No?"

Simmons just smiles and says, "My revenge will be slow and it will be sweet." And then she calmly takes Fitz's hand and leads them out of the Bus.

Fitz looks back at her and mouths 'thank you' with a wink.

Skye just smiles and nods in return. Leaning back on her bed, she closes her laptop, "Worth it."