A/N: And so it comes to an end. A huge thanks to everybody who has followed this story! Please leave a final review, and I hope I made you happy.

"Jemma, you should go to bed." Hunter said, yawning widely. "They're not coming tonight. Remember, it's only Christmas Eve. Bobbi still has all day tomorrow to come."

"What if they come while I'm in bed? Fitz will think that I didn't care enough to stay up for him." Jemma said.

"No, he'll think that you were tired and it didn't look like you were coming home so you decided to get some rest so that you could be here when he did come."

"Coulson said that if they don't get in by tonight, he'll officially list them as missing in action. Their mission was slotted to end today." Jemma said, twisting the ring on her finger nervously. "Hunter, what if they don't come?"

"Stop worrying, Jemma." Hunter said. "They'll come." Despite his bravado, there was a hint of fear in the ex-mercenaries eyes. "Just go to bed, and they'll be here when you wake up."

"You can go right ahead." Jemma said stubbornly. "I'll wait here."

"Bloody hell." Hunter grumbled. "I can't just go to bed and let you be the only one here when they get back." Pulling his Santa hat firmly over his ears, he slouched back into his chair.

Jemma sat down as well, pulling the fuzzy blanket that Hunter had rooted out of the CVS over her legs. "There wouldn't be any harm in just closing my eyes for a second, I don't think. Not as long as we're out here, and I wouldn't really be sleeping, only-" There was a strange snort from Hunter, and Jemma realized that he had fallen asleep. Nestling back into her own cushions, she decided to test her own theory and just close her eyes for one moment.

"Do you think we should wake them up?" Bobbi whispered.

"I don't know. Look at her little face." Fitz whispered back. "Do you think they were waiting up for us?"

"Looks like it. We probably gave them a fright." Bobbi said, looking around the common area. "Did the team do this?"

"Hard to say." Fitz said, "But look at that. The curmudgeon doesn't mind Christmas after all, does he?"

"I guess not." Bobbi laughed, just a little louder than she had intended.

Jemma's eyes opened, and she sat up. "What? Where-" She looked up, and bounded off of the couch immediately. "Fitz!"

She was across the room in a second, her arms around his neck, almost knocking him off balance. "Careful there Jems." Fitz said, his crutches falling to the floor with a crash.

The noise woke up Hunter, who pulled the hat even further over his blushing face when Bobbi questioned him about his changed views on Christmas.

"What's wrong, Fitz?" Jemma asked, pulling back just a little after her initial welcome home kiss. "Crutches? And are those stitches on your head?"

"There was a little dust when we got out." Fitz said. "You can check me up later." Pulling her close to him again, he let her head rest on his shoulder. "I'm back for Christmas, Jemma. I know it's not the Christmas Eve you wanted, and I didn't have time to get a present."

"That's all right." Jemma whispered into his ear. "You're here, and you're safe, and that's the best present I could ask for."