Here is part two of this fic, and more things come to light... hope you enjoy!

May hoped she wasn't too late.

She prayed that she wasn't too late.

But upon entering the cottage, she heard noise upstairs and felt her heart drop.

"Fitz?" she asked, making her way up the stairs.

Following the cries of pure anguish.

Upon entering the bedroom, she found that she was too late.

"Fitz," she said, looking at the young agent, cradling her body, whispering into her hair. "Fitz."

He looked up, eyes puffy and red. "She's gone May. She's gone. She's really gone. May, she's gone."

The older woman shook her head. "No. She's not."

Fitz let out a strangled sob, wondering how May could say that. "Fitz," May tried again, this time her voice calmer. "Fitz. It's not her. This here, it's not real."

Fitz stared at May, shaking his head, before turning his attention back to Jemma, stroking her hair.

"Fitz. It's not her. Radcliffe and the Director, they have her somewhere. A facility. That Jemma there, LMD. Life Model Decoy. Fitz, Radcliffe has her somewhere."

This caught his attention, caused him to look up. "She's alive?"

A brief nod from May, "Whilst we were working behind the Director's back, he was also working behind ours with Radcliffe."

"They took Jemma?"

Another nod from May.

"How long ago?"

"After Seychelles."

Grief turned into anger. "He took her?"

"Fitz, I am so sorry, none of us knew. None of us noticed."

"Why?"

May sighed. "The Director wanted a way to bring agents into the field for Ops where no lives were at risk but they still had all thoughts and actions of the agent itself."

Fitz looked at her confused, then managed to work it out himself. "So he managed a way to what, move Jemma's consciousness into a LMD, and what? Used that for his experiment? Used her like a lab rat?"

May nodded at this. "He thought if it were successful, then they could use it for dangerous field missions. Reduce the number of casualties that S.H.I.E.L.D. has to face, if the LMD dies in the field, the agent is okay. Means losing less of the good agents."

"But how?"

"They put them in a comatose state, something similar to that, and all their thoughts, actions, their very conscious are in the transmitted to the LMD. They think that the LMD is them. That's how we never knew it was Jemma. It had all her thoughts, all her mannerisms. The mind was Jemma's, our Jemma's, but the body was not. That's how we never noticed until it was too late."

"Do you know where she is? Why this happened?"

"Hidden in one of Radcliffe's facilities. Her body, she was must have been pulled out of it too quickly or something had happened. Hunter didn't specify."

"Hunter?" Fitz asked.

May nodded. "Him and Bobbi found her."

She woke to the sound of beeping, and her whole body was exhausted. Forcing her eyes open, she saw that there was someone in the room with her, tall with her orange hair pulled up in to a bun.

"Hello?" Jemma asked, her voice horse.

The figure spun, and there was something familiar about her. "You're awake then Dr. Simmons."

"What… what happened? I remember kissing Fitz goodbye before work, then nothing, where am I? Why am I here?"

The ginger woman looked at her, and smiled down. "You weren't well Jemma. We're making sure you're better." She made her towards Jemma, kneeling down as if to check something and whispered in her ear. "Manscaping."

Jemma's eyes went wide at this. Only one person knew that word. She looked at the ginger woman's eyes who gave her an almost in-distinguishable nod before leaving her bedside, making her way across the room. Jemma wanted to call out, to ask Bobbi what she was doing here. What she was doing here, because this definitely wasn't any hospital in Perthshire. Something had happened to her, but what, she wasn't sure yet.

But what she did know was that her whole body was tired, and in so much pain. And all that she wanted to do was sleep again.

"Sleep," Bobbi said, making her way to the door of the room. "I'll be back soon. We may have to perform more checks on you before we let you out of here. We may not, preferably that option. But you're going to need your rest, so sleep, and I will be back later."

Jemma nodded, knowing that somewhere in there Bobbi had probably hidden a secret message but she was as of yet unable to find it. But she knew Bobbi would have a plan; that Fitz would have something planned, so she allowed herself to fall back asleep, preparing for what came next.

Bobbi, Hunter and May all looking out for our nerds because that's my fav thing. At one time, I was going to have Jemma shot in this because I am a _ (insert profanity here) but all shall be revealed soon. And I kinda like the idea of a life model decoy that is actively controlled by the person, kinda like the Rebel Flesh in Doctor Who. It would be a good idea in theory but probably isn't. (and then maybe we wouldn't have lost Trip). Feel free to let me know what you think and the next part should be up soon!