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"Got it," Skye cried excitedly. She spun around in her chair, her eyes immediately searching for Fitz to share her achievement with him.

He wasn't in the room. Skye wrinkled her nose. Where had he gone? She hadn't heard him leave. "Fitz?" she called, but no one answered.

Getting up proved to be slightly painful, as her muscles testified to her just how long she had been sitting in the same place, intensely sorting through hundreds of files stolen from Hydra. Her shoulders, especially, were aching from her efforts.

Looking around, she took in the details of the small apartment, searching for a clue of where he had gone. The bathroom door was open, so that was out. His wallet was gone, and she didn't see his phone anywhere either.

Shrugging, Skye pulled out her own cell and dialed his number, tapping her foot impatiently while she waited for the call to connect.

"Skye," Fitz answered on the second ring. "Are you okay? Did something happen?" He sounded worried. In the background, she could hear the sounds of traffic and snippets of chatter - probably a street somewhere.
"I'm fine," she reassured him, smiling at his concern. "But I found it!"

"What?" He sounded like he couldn't believe it. "The list?"

Skye nodded emphatically even though she knew that he couldn't see her. "Yes. Where are you?"

"Just outside - I'll be there soon." He disconnected the call with that statement.

Not wanting to waste another second, Skye moved back over to the computer, wincing as her still-stiff muscles resumed their former spot. The list was still up. Quickly copying the names, she copied and pasted them into a Word document, just in case. She didn't want to take any chances with intel this important.

The door banged open. Skye flinched at the sudden sound, but then smiled at the sight of Fitz. He was gasping for breath and his face was a pale red - he must have run up all the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. And he was holding a bouquet of flowers. It was a multi-coloured array, with yellows, pinks, whites, blues, and greens. Skye didn't know much about flowers, but she recognized some tulips and carnations.

"Can I see?" he asked breathlessly.

"Of course," she replied, scooting off her chair to give him access to the screen. "What's up with the flowers?" It might have been a little bold of her to ask, but she knew that Fitz was sometimes nervous around her and maybe didn't know how to bring them up. And besides, if his nerves were what she hoped they were, she wanted to encourage his feelings.

"Flowers?" he asked absently, staring at the list with pleasure. His eyes flicked downwards, towards the bouquet still clutched in his hands. "Oh, right." Standing, he offered them to her. "You have been working so hard lately, I thought it would be nice for you to have something, you know, nice."

Skye beamed at him as she took the flowers. "Wow, Leo," she whispered, smelling the sweet scent and admiring the bright colours. "That was really sweet of you." Leaning in, she kissed him gently on his cheek.

"It was nothing." A blush heated his cheeks, though, and his voice cracked on the words. He cleared his throat, changing the subject. "We should call Coulson and get him to tell Ward and Simmons that they can come back now."

"I'm going to email the list to him right now," Skye said, setting the flowers down and turning back to their mission. "But we can't contact them yet."

"Why not?" Fitz sounded genuinely worried for their friends.

Honestly, she was too. They were in an awfully dangerous situation there. "We can't alert Garrett before we have a plan in place."

"But we know who all the Hydra agents are now," he protested.

"Not all. Just those who report directly to Garrett."

"Great." Fitz leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. He looked tired; tired of this whole stressful mission.

Skye paused, deciding that maybe emailing Coulson could wait a couple minutes. "Are you okay, Leo?" she asked. She put one of her hands on his arm, hoping that he could feel her concern for him.
"Just worried about them."

"I'm sure they're fine," Skye reassured him the best she could. She knew that empty words like that could only do so much, though.

Fitz didn't respond, and Skye let the silence stretch for a couple moments longer before she returned to her email. Fitz stayed there, so close that she could hear his even breathing. Skye pressed send, finally, hoping that Coulson was happy with the information they had found so far.

"It might not be important." Fitz said suddenly. He looked a little more normal now, but his comment didn't make much sense to Skye. Had she missed something?

"What?"

"Can I show you something?" he asked, kneeling down next to her. He waited for her nod before he took the mouse and pulled up a file that he had saved for easy access. It appeared to be blank.

"What is that?" Skye asked, looking at it dubiously. It was just a blank screen; she had no clue why Fitz wanted to show it to her.

"At first," he said, "I thought it was nothing. But then I noticed that it was located in the same folder-type thing as the list you found."

His lack of computer knowledge made Skye smile, but he did have a point. Why would a black file be stored with such important documents?

"Why indeed," Fitz muttered. Skye realized that she had asked that question out loud without meaning to.

"Let's find out." Recovering her mouse, Skye enlarged the window and started working; trying to see if there was another, hidden layer to the file.

…

"Fitz," Skye gasped, horrified. She had hacked the file successfully - it had turned out to be a video feed. And the feed showed her something she had hoped never to see.

"Did you get it?" Fitz sat up, rubbing his bleary eyes. He had sat down against the wall, watching her work, and had fallen asleep. He yawned and stretched, then peered at her screen.

He froze. "Jemma." His voice was quiet, yet there was so much anger behind it that Skye was very glad she was not Hydra at that moment.

She nodded slowly. The live feed in front of them showed an overhead view of Simmons. She was in what looked like a small cell, sleeping on a pile of blankets in the corner.

"How long?" Fitz's hands were in fists. "How long have they had her there?"

"I don't know."

"We have to get her."

"We will," Skye promised, staring determinedly at the screen. "But first, we need a plan."

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