This is the part where the canon divergence is revealed, in just a little way, that will drive the rest of the story.
This takes place in episode 4x04, Let Me Stand Next to Your Fire, and diverges in the dialogue. You'll catch it.
Daisy has been watching Jemma's searches online for apartments. And she concocted her idea of how to finally get in contact with her best friend for help.
She hates having to ask them for help, after all she's already put them through, but not even Daisy can hack SHIELD well enough anymore. They seem to have taken her security protocols and improved upon them. Which sucks.
And now, now she's hurt pretty badly. Her arm is splintered, and she now sprints full tilt away from the Watchdogs, the bullet in her shoulder reminding her of how careless she is.
She can barely make it up the stairs to the second floor apartment that she's rented out, under Jemma's name, for the next year (An extra few hundred dollars seems to be a satisfactory answer for some people's questions these days). Daisy stumbles through the front door and manages to swing it closed with her foot before she collapses on the floor in a heap. Her broken arm throbs, but the pain from the breaks are drowned out by the screaming of the bullet in her shoulder. She lays there for a moment, trying to regain control of herself, and she sits back up.
Daisy checks her flip phone for the time, only half an hour until Jemma shows up for the showing of the apartment that she scheduled yesterday. Daisy reaches into her pocket to be sure that the list of Inhumans was still in her pocket.
She has half an hour to get the bleeding to stop.
She sits on the sink, her head turned so that she can see her wound in the mirror as she tries to pull out the hunk of metal. She can feel it beneath her skin, moving around beneath the surface, as she tries to pop it out of the skin. (It's really much harder with this broken arm, she only has full control over a few of the fingers, the rest kind of hang there).
Daisy hears the door swing open as she finally gets the metal to peak out of the skin and fall into the sink.
"Shit!" She swears aloud. Had it really already been half an hour?
"Hello? I'm here about the apartment?"
Jemma's voice makes Daisy's stomach glitter in excitement. It's been 7 months, and she almost can't wait to see her again.
Daisy quietly creeps from the bathroom as Jemma walks into the apartment, ICER drawn in front of her. Daisy's strength finally gives out, and she falls back against the open door, causing Jemma to spin around and point the ICER at her.
"Sorry," Daisy gets out, "I didn't know where else to turn." And she slides down the door, knowing that she probably left a trail of blood the entire way down.
The throb in her shoulder increases to an unmanageable crescendo as Jemma gasps out "Daisy!" And Daisy's world blacks out for a moment.
Daisy comes around a few moments later, lying on her back with a fussing Brit leaning over her.
"Daisy, what happened?" She sputters when she sees Daisy's eyes open.
"I got shot, Jem," she smirks.
"Well, obviously! Jemma replies, exasperated. She helps Daisy sit up, and starts pulling items out of her purse.
"Daisy, do you have a first aid kit?"
Daisy shakes her head, "not really. Just some vodka and Tylenol."
Jemma stands up, "Well, excuse me one moment. I need to run to the car to retrieve my first aid kit."
Daisy sighs, and Jemma's presence leaves the room.
It's only a few minutes later but Jemma returns, tossing a bag into the center of the room, "You said that you have vodka?"
Daisy motions toward her bag in the kitchen area with her head, "front pocket of the backpack," she says between clenched teeth.
"Ah, yes, got it. Thank you," Jemma walks back over to Daisy and kneels behind her. She rolls up her sleeves and starts pulling first aid equipment out of the first aid bag. She places pressure on the wound for a moment while she gathers her suture supplies. She disinfects the area, ignoring the hiss of pain from Daisy, applies one of SHIELD's local anesthetics, and starts stitching the wound.
Jemma finishes the sutures in silence, and picks up a piece gauze, "Whoever took this bullet out did an awful job," she says, teasing Daisy.
Daisy sighs deeply, "I don't get an 'A' for effort?"
Jemma continues to treat the wound on Daisy's back. "You haven't been to a proper doctor?" She asks, already knowing the answer.
Daisy smirks, "you're hard to get an appointment with."
Jemma scoffs, laughing a little bit. She hadn't realized how much she missed this banter between her and Daisy. She quickly changes the subject.
"I knew this place was too good to be true," she says, dabbing gently at Daisy's shoulder, "you've been tracking my search history."
Daisy hisses in pain when the alcohol touches her back, it burns more than she thought it would.
"Yeah, well, you were always a sucker for a breakfast nook. But don't worry- the place is yours. And it's rent controlled now, so…"
Jemma should have guessed, "you really should not have-"
"Yeah, yeah. You also looked for only one bedroom places. How are things going with Fitz?"
Jemma stops, breath hitching in her throat, "Fitz and I," she drops her hands for a moment, "Fitz and I aren't really Fitz and I anymore, Daisy."
Daisy turns around to look at Jemma, face a mask of shock, "Oh, Jemma… I am so sorry..."
Jemma cuts Daisy off, "No, it's alright Daisy. We have it a try, let ourselves enjoy each other. But it just didn't work for him." She looks down, away from Daisy, "He called it off. He didn't want to try anymore."
Jemma puts a hand on Daisy's shoulder to turn her around to finish dressing her wound. Daisy, numbly, allows herself to be turned away from her friend. She doesn't know what to say, so she takes a drink of the vodka instead.
"Oh, self medicating," Jemma changes the subject suddenly, "Those bone restoration pills you've been stealing don't relieve pain. Are you using your arm gauntlets? They don't work perfectly, but we specifically designed them so that they-"
"They're not exactly incognito," Daisy interrupts, slightly annoyed that Jemma is making this about her, and not how her apparent soul mate called things off. "Stop mothering me, please," she adds.
Jemma sighs, and places the last piece of tape on Daisy's back, "There. Now you can get back to Lone Rangering or whatever it is you're doing." Jemma stands up and takes off her soiled gloves.
Daisy takes another shot of the alcohol, trying to numb the pain, "Not yet." Daisy stands up with great effort.
"I didn't come to you just for the Band-Aids," she says, reaching into her pocket. "I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone."
Jemma looks at her, puzzled. "Am I the bird or the stone?" She asks, taking the slip of paper out of Daisy's outstretched hands.
Jemma opens the paper up, reading around the blood splatter and dirt, and she knows what these are. "These are-"
"Inhuman asset number and GPS coordinates," Daisy interrupts.
Jemma looks up in shock, "why do you have these?"
"Snagged them from a group of Watchdogs on my way here. Got a bullet for my trouble," Daisy responds. "They're hacking into SHIELD servers. That's how they find their victims."
Jemma shakes her head, "Impossible. SHIELD servers are more secure now than they've ever been. They're held offline in protected government facilities to -"
Daisy knows where this is going, "Keep out people like me? Yeah, well they're getting in somehow. And," she swallows hard, "I need you to do the same for me…"
Jemma looks taken aback, slightly confused. "You want me to help you hack my own organization?"
"Simmons, they're targeting Inhumans. They are murdering us," Daisy spits.
"There are protocols, Daisy. I take mandatory lie-detection tests. I can't just voluntarily aid a wanted vigilante," Jemma says desperately. She wanders for a second, looking for something else to tidy up before the continue the conversation.
Daisy has an idea. She starts in excitement, and picks up Jemma's ICER. She points it at her friend, finger far from the trigger. "What if it wasn't voluntary?" She quips with a grin.
Jemma sighs deeply, "I've missed you, too."
Daisy has missed Jemma terribly, more than words can describe. And as they load themselves up into Daisy's van, she can't help but send an extra look to Jemma, who is staring out the window, her thoughts far away.
Daisy reaches over with her good hand and squeezes Jemma's in comfort, "I'm glad to see you, Jem. Let's go have some bad girl shenanigans, yeah?"
Jemma smiles, squeezing Daisy's hand, "Yeah."
And just like that, not even meaning to, Daisy is back with SHIELD, she's back with Jemma.
