Hey guys! Here is a new chapter for you of Something That Needs To Be Done. And I am currently sick... So that's fun... Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 4:
"3, 2, 1," Simmons said before kicking the door open. Her, Mack, and May walked in holding out their guns and flashlights.
"Fitz!" Simmons called. No answer.
"The phone's location is on this level." Daisy said over comms. "He should be here."
"Well he's not." Mack said.
"He has to be." Simmons said. "Why would the phone-" Crack. Simmons looked down at her feet. Underneath her right foot was a cracked phone. She picked it up. The phone lit up, showing the lock screen. On it was a picture of Fitz kissing Simmons' cheek.
"It's Fitz's phone." Simmons whispered. She turned to May and Mack. "The call was…" She trailed off.
"Simmons? The call was what?" May said.
"... automated." She looked up. "It was a recording of some sort." She threw the phone on the floor, her lip quivering and tears threatening to fall. She drew in a shaky breath. "We have to keep looking. He's out there somewhere."
…
Fitz sat in the chair, his head down. The screen lit up once again.
"What do you want now?" Fitz asked, not looking up. There was no answer. Fitz looked up at the screen and saw that there was security footage playing. The footage was of three people walking down a hallway. Fitz noticed who the people were.
"Jemma…" Fitz whispered. "Mack… May." He saw them reach a door.
"3, 2, 1," He heard Simmons say. Bang. He shot his head around towards the door that had swung open.
"Oh thank god. Jemma, you're-"
"Fitz!" Simmons called. Fitz's grin turned to a frown.
"Well he's not." Mack said, answering to Daisy over comms.
"What? Yes I am. I'm right here!" Fitz pulled at the ropes binding him to the chair.
"He has to be." Simmons said.
"Jemma! I'm right here! Look at me!" Crack. Fitz saw her pick up the cracked phone.
"You can't see me can you?" Fitz said, weakly. He leaned his head back in the chair. "Radcliffe what the hell did you do?!" He yelled loudly.
"It's Fitz's phone." Simmons whispered. "The call was…"
"I'm right here, Jemma! Look at me!"
"Simmons? The call was what?"
"... automated. It was a recording of some sort." Fitz watched as Simmons threw the phone across the room, almost in tears.
"We have to keep looking. He's here somewhere."
"I'm right here." Fitz whispered.
May and Mack walked out of the room, but before Simmons did she looked around the room, it almost seemed as if she looked right into Fitz's eyes.
"I'm going to find you, Fitz. Wherever you are."
"I'm right here, Jemma." Fitz said. "I'm right here."
…
Simmons closed her bedroom door behind her.
"Jemma?" Simmons stopped. She slowly turned around recognizing the voice. She gasped when she saw the owner to the voice.
"Will?"
Sorry it's so short, but let me know what you thought of it and and ideas you have for future chapters!