A/N

So my hand slipped and I wrote this. Tbh Fitzsimmons has completely taken over my life and like at 3am a few days ago I thought to myself, "Season 2 would've so different if Simmons hadn't made it out of HYDRA." Which led to many hours of brainstorming and writing. I am writing and posting this as I go so I'll try and update every week or two. Enjoy and drop a review if you can, it makes my day :)

DISCLAIMER – I own nothing but the tears I have shed over Fitzsimmons

Breathe.

That's what she kept telling herself. But she knew. She knew something was wrong when she walked into the room. Everyone stared at her. The air was off. Her first thought was that they found her out. Her cover was blown and at any second now men would come bursting in through the doors to take her away. No. Everything is just fine. She's over reacting. Coulson has it all under control. He'd tell her if something was wrong. He would. He'd tell her. Then it all happened at once. She saw her picture on the monitor. Guards came pouring in. Her brain yelled at her to move.

Run.

She did. She ran as fast as she could. Cutting corners here and there. Her chest ached from breathing so hard, but the adrenaline pumping through her kept the feeling numb. She realized the corridors were empty and let herself hope that she could make it out alive and unscathed. That's when the woman showed up with two heavily armed men at her side. Simmons knew that there were more coming from the lab and cursed in her head. She couldn't turn back and she definitely couldn't move forward. Running her fingers through her chestnut hair she panted, she calculated. It was all no use. She was helplessly outnumbered, outgunned, and out trained. It was over. She would never see the team again. She would never see Fitz.

Fitz.

Her best friend in the whole world. She couldn't imagine life without him. And yet here she was. She abandoned him in his time of need. No. She told herself. It was for his good. I made him worse. But right now that was the least of her worries. She was going to die and Fitz would go the rest of his life never knowing. She realized it after spending nine days at his side, watching his pale, unmoving body. Yet, the rush of emotions didn't hit her until she left. Waking up wasn't the same without their morning cup of tea. Working in the lab without his constant presence was positively horrid. She found herself wishing she could go back, wishing that she never left, but she couldn't be that selfish. After everything Fitz did for her, she couldn't stand in the way of his recovery like that. Out of nowhere, the woman whipped out two erythema sticks and started knocking out the guards accompanying her like she was swatting out flies.

"Come on!" She yelled.

Simmons didn't bother to question the dark brunette. She just followed her out and away. After all, she did just save her life.

"So not to sound ungrateful," Simmons breath was heavy, "but why are you helping me exactly?"

"Agent Bobbi Morse with S.H.I.E.L.D." She answered taking a right turn.

The scientist continued behind her, "You're with Coulson?"

"Yes."

"So what's the plan?"

"Don't know, but Coulson always has one." She sounded like she had more to say but stopped abruptly holding a hand up so that Simmons would do the same.

"Stay here and stay quiet." The field agent straightened her posture and walked forward.

Simmons did as she was told and stayed put. She heard some faint conversation coming from ahead. She figured that there was a guard posted and Agent Morse was trying to get him to move. Then the young woman heard something else. The sound came from the opposite direction. She turned around just in time to see Sunil Bashki and two armed guards coming towards her. She almost ran forward before remembering that Agent Morse had told her to keep her distance. But if she stayed in place any longer they were going to get to her and then it would all be over. So she took the chance and ran in the direction Agent Morse had gone. It seems that her assumption of a guard was correct. The field operative knocked out the man and turned towards the scientist.

"I told you-"

"No time." She cut her off just as the three men appeared at the edge of the corner.

The agent seemed to have understood the situation as she bolted towards and up the stairs along with her fellow S.H.I.E.L.D co-worker. They let their feet carry them as fast as they could and took two stairs at a time. When they finally burst throw the roof door, Simmons' face fell a considerable amount considering the situation.

"There's nothing here." The words left her lips with the hope that the universe would contradict her statement once it was spoken.

No. This could not be happening. This cannot be happening.

She repeated the sentences over and over in her head, but she knew that it wouldn't make them any truer than they already were. Simmons supposed that it was time. She had to accept that no one was perfect. Coulson couldn't have possibly anticipated that her cover would be comprised out of the blue like this. It was not his fault. She couldn't blame him. She should have been more careful. More discreet with her actions. She could faintly hear the sound of Agent Morse speaking to herself.

Probably not to herself, most likely talking to someone on comm. The scientist thought.

That's when the roof door slammed open and all hell broke loose.

The following seconds were the longest of her whole life. Everything and everyone seemed to move in slow motion. Agent Morse ran towards her, determination evident on her face while her eyes screamed with fear. She was yelling at her, trying to communicate something to her, but the biologist couldn't hear her over the shouts of the enemy and the wild gunfire. The field operative was quickly leading her towards the edge of the roof. The footsteps behind them however were faster. Just as they were about to jump off the ledge, Simmons felt something hot pierce her from the back. On instinct, Simmons let go of Agent Morse's hand as she winced in pain. She placed her palm on her shoulder, something wet and slightly sticky started to coat her fingers. The fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was yelling at her to move, but it was too late. She got distracted by the pain and now it was too late. When she went to jump over the edge, they grabbed her. They grabbed her mid-air and yanked her out of the sky. As they threw her onto the ground, Morse yelled her name in the background and yet that was all she could do. They were shooting at her and the aircraft. If she didn't leave soon, backup would arrive and shoot them out of the sky.

Agent Bobbi Morse left. She flew away along with whoever was driving the plane as the scientist laid on the ground with a bullet through her shoulder.

Simmons knew the rules. She knew that they were outnumbered and out gunned at the moment. She knew that she was just one agent, just one casualty. She knew that as much as the team would probably try to find her, their efforts would end up useless. Because it was too late. She knew it when she looked into Bashki's eyes as he leaned over her. Even with dots dancing in her vision, she could clearly see the sinister smile plastered on his face. Moments of her life started flashing before her, mixing with her view of reality. As he crouched down next to her, she pictured her mother kneeling to help clean up her bloody knee after she had fallen of her bike. When he leaned in she imagined the Dean of the Academy wishing her good luck as she was handed her diploma. Feeling his breath on her neck reminded her of all the moments Fitz had hugged her in times of sorrow and spoke reassuring words into her ear. She could almost hear his voice telling her that it was okay, that she was going to be fine, that he would find a way like he always did. But she knew better than that. No one made it out of HYDRA alive, especially not a S.H.I.E.L.D. mole. Just as she thought they were going to kill her on site, Bashki whispered,

"Prepare to suffer at the hands of HYDRA."

The last thing she heard before the world went black.