Jemma slowly opened her eyes with a groan.

She moved gingerly, propping herself up on her elbows. Her eyes tried to focus on where she was. The mattress felt familiar, but there was something missing. She leaned back against the headboard and placed her hand on her forehead. There was a horrible throbbing inside her skull. Her head was fuzzy and her thoughts jumbled together.

"You're awake!" Fitz said with a sigh of relief. He walked toward the bed, a pile of clothing in his arms. "I was trying to clean up a bit while you rested." His brow scrunched and his eyes narrowed as he glanced around the room. "You and Skye are quite the disaster, aren't you?"

"What happened?" Jemma inquired, ignoring his previous statement. She pushed herself up further as another tiny groan escaped her throat.

Fitz hurried to drop the items in his hand and rushed to her side. "No, Jemma, you shouldn't move. You took a nasty little fall."

"I'm fine, Fitz." She swung her legs over the bed and attempted to sit up. The dizzy feeling hit her again and she immediately sat back down. "Maybe I shouldn't move so quickly."

Fitz sat down next to her, placing his hand on her back. "You had me a bit worried. I've never seen you pass out before." He flashed her a comforting smile as he rubbed a small circle on her back. "Even the time you cut open that disgusting creature on my table."

"That's because you passed out first." Jemma noted, forcing herself to smile for just a moment. It faded slowly when she remembered the last thing she heard before everything went dark. "Is she really gone, Fitz?"

Fitz pressed his lips together and lowered his head with a small nod.

Jemma felt her heart clench in her chest. Her stomach twisted and knotted. She could feel the tears threatening to fall. "Fitz…"

His head raised quickly at the sound of his name. "We'll get her back, Jemma." He promised, taking a seat next to her. "Coulson, May, and Agent Triplett… They're already formulating a plan…"

"I want her back now, Fitz." She could feel the tears building. She heard her voice cracking when she spoke. She brought her hand to her face and wiped away a stray tear.

"Jemma, you have to be patient. We have to find her first then we can bring her back."

"I don't know what I would do if anything happened to her."

Fitz wasn't sure what to say. He just pulled her into a hug and held her close. "She's going to be fine, Jem. You don't have to worry about Skye." He leaned back to look her in the eyes. "She's strong and she won't go down without a fight, but we'll have her out long before she needs to." He flashed her a comforting smile. "She'll be back home before you know it."

Jemma gave him a small smile and touched his cheek. "And people say I'm a horrible liar." She teased, half-heartedly. She leaned in and placed a small kiss on his cheek. She pulled back slowly and looked into her friend's eyes with a small, sad smile. "But, thank you for trying to make me feel better." She sighed, looking around their room. "We did make a bit of a mess, didn't we?"

"A bit?" Fitz huffed. "I don't know what you two were doing before the briefing, but this place was destroyed. I mean there were clothes everywh-" He paused when he noticed Jemma's cheeks flush and the tips of her ears turn pink. "Oh…"

"It's a ritual. Don't judge me." Jemma stated, swatting his shoulder playfully.

He raised his hands defensively. "No judgment."

Jemma rolled her eyes and stood to gather some of her things.

"Oh! By the way." Fitz dug under the pile of clothes he had dropped and pulled out a box. He stood from the bed and walked to Jemma. "I found this on the floor." He held it out to her.

Jemma stared at the box for a moment. She recognized it from the other day. With just a second of hesitation, she reached out and gently took the box from him. "It's Skye's. She-she was holding it the other morning."

Fitz raised his eyebrow, curiously. "What's in it?"

Jemma shrugged. "I have no idea."

"Well, go on." He waved his hand at her. "Open it."

"I can't open it, Fitz." Jemma stared down at the box and turned it over and over again in her hand. Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as she held back the urge to cry. "It belongs to Skye. If she wanted me to know what was in it, she would have shown me."

Fitz blew out a breath and slid his hands into his pockets. "You're right, Jem. I'm sorry." He took a step forward and pulled her into another hug. "When Skye comes home, she'll open it for you."

Jemma hugged him back and nodded.

Fitz placed a small kiss on her temple. "We'll get her home." He whispered, kissing her temple once again. He pulled back and rubbed her arms, comfortingly. "I'll leave you be for a bit. I'm going to see what the plan is."

Jemma nodded again. "Thank you, Fitz."

"Of course." He offered a warm smile then turned and exited the room.

When he was gone, Jemma sighed and walked toward the bed. She sat back down and continued to turn the box in her hand. She had to admit that she was extremely curious as to what was in it. She released a breath and began to play with the box. The lid snapped opened and closed several times before she gave it and opened it fully

There was a small note sitting oddly on top of whatever was inside. Jemma furrowed her brow, hesitating for just a second, then picked the note up. She gasped, her eyes widening at the beautiful diamond ring glistening the light of the room. The tears built behind her eyes as she placed the open box back on the nightstand. With a shaky hand, Jemma unraveled the note and began to read…

Jemma, I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I love you with all of my heart. You are my best friend, you are my deepest love, you are my everything. On that little cheesy confession, what do you say about being a part of my bad girl shenanigans for the rest of our lives?

The note slipped from her hand. The tears fell before Jemma could do anything to stop them. She covered her face with both hands and cried…

"Skye."

Skye groaned at the sound of her name. It echoed it her ears causing her head to hurt more than it already did. She attempted to turn onto her side, but the sudden pain shooting through her wrists stopped her movement. Her eyes shot open and she took in a sharp breath. Her head turned in from side to side quickly as her body struggled to become upright. She looked up to see her wrists handcuffed to either side of a headboard.

"There she is."

Her head shot around at the sound of the familiar voice. Skye struggled to move further away, but it was impossible. The most she could do was sit upright against the headboard that held her captive. "Trinity." She breathed, wincing when the woman reached out and touched her face.

"Hey, babe." She greeted, grinning down at her. "Long time no see."

Skye moved her face away as best as she could. "Don't touch me."

Trinity pretended to pout before breaking into a maniacal laugh. "Oh, Skye, I wish I could say it was good to see you, but I'd definitely be lying." She sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. "You know, I wanted to kill you the second Ward brought your unconscious body through that door."

Skye's eyes narrowed. "So why didn't you?"

"Because we need you." She reached out, running her finger down Skye's jawline. "Ward told us how far you have those plans buried in your little laptop. And, if I remember correctly, you have a habit of securing things to the point where only you can retrieve them." She gripped Skye's chin. "So, I was told to keep you alive until we get what we need…unfortunately."

"You might as well kill me now." Skye stated, pulling her face from Trinity's grip. "Because I'm not giving you shit."

Trinity chuckled. "Always trying to play the hard ass." She shook her head. "Okay, fine. Then I guess we'll do this the hard way." She shrugged and slapped her hands against her thighs before standing up. She took a step toward the door. "Ward!"

When Ward entered the room, Skye felt the fire fill her body. She pulled against the handcuffs, but the pain was too intense. "You son of a bitch." She growled. "You betrayed us!"

"Skye…." Ward started, but stopped when Trinity grabbed his arm. He turned to face her.

"What did you say her girlfriend's name was again?" Trinity asked, her eyes shifting from Ward to Skye then back again.

Skye's eyes went wide. The fear coursed through her. "Ward, no!"

Ward's jaw twitched. He swallowed hard then cleared his throat. "Jemma. Jemma Simmons." He replied, avoiding eye contact with Skye. "She's the biochemist."

"Jemma Simmons." Trinity repeated with a sing song tone. She tapped her chin, raising an eyebrow. She took a step toward Skye while Ward stood still like a trained puppy. "How's this for a new plan?" She leaned down, grabbing Skye's face once again. "Either you give me those plans or I go to that shit hole compound, grab your little scientist girlfriend, and kill her right in front of you." Her eyes burned into Skye's. She smirked when she felt Skye's jaw clench inside her hands. "I'm going to give you twenty four hours to think it over." She released Skye's face roughly and started toward the door. She gave Ward a sideways glance. "Come on."

Ward nodded and turned to follow her.

"Ward…" Skye called out, softly. A single tear fell from her eyes and stained her cheek. "Please…"

He closed his eyes for a moment to block out the break in her voice as he shook his head and followed Trinity out of the room….