The next day, most of the technical crew is busy packing everything into the trucks. The actors and all the others are free to go but most of them stay at the hotel to enjoy a well deserved day's rest before the wrapping party later that night. As for Jemma, she decides to postpone her plan to stay in bed all day because she won't find sleep until she can make things right with Fitz. So after she wakes up, the first thing she does is going to Fitz's lab. Since it's quite early, she hopes he'll still be there packing up all his things. But when she gets there, everything has already been taken to the trucks and Fitz is nowhere to be found. She wants to go his room but it's still early and she knows he needs sleep as much as she does so she decides to stay in the lobby with a book to wait for him. In the middle of the afternoon, there's still no sign of him so she gathers her courage and goes to his room. He doesn't answer and there's not a sound coming from it. Considering that they are in the middle of the desert, there are not so many places he could be ... unless he's already left.

After checking with the reception that he hasn't in fact checked out, she starts to worry. She starts imagining the worst scenarios of him injured and unconscious or lost in the desert, dehydrated and with no way to ask for help. She tries to reason herself, after all there's probably a perfectly good explanation for his absence. Maybe he took a cab to go to the nearest town to do some shopping before leaving, maybe he's spending the day with someone else, after all he did manage to make a few other friends on set, or maybe he's just really good at avoiding her and he never left the hotel. But the more she tries to convince herself, the less she believes it and at some point, tears start to pool in her eyes and she begins hyperventilating. So she decides to call him. She wanted to see him face to face to talk to him but now all of this doesn't seem really important anymore and she just wants to make sure he's alright. Her calls go directly to voice mail and after three long and probably incomprehensible messages, she decides to stop and wait for him to answer. But not before sending him a text for good measure.

A few hours later, the party begins and as the lead actress, Jemma has to be there. it's not overly fancy or formal and takes place in the hotel restaurant that's been a bit redecorated for the occasion. Jemma tries her best to talk to everyone and spend a last nice evening with the people she worked with for two months and that she will most likely never see again. But Fitz is not there and he's still not answering her calls or texts and her stomach is so twisted with worry that she hasn't been able to eat a thing all day.

When she sees Phil alone and away from every one else, she decides to take her chance. She knows that Phil is one of the few people with who Fitz really bonded during the filming so he might have seen him or at least have an idea of where he is now.

"Hey" She says with a big smile she hopes is convincing.

"Hey" He answers, smiling back. "What's up?"

"Oh you know, nothing special, it feels kinda weird being done with the shooting though, don't you think?" She answers, trying not too sound too obvious by jumping in directly with a question about Fitz.

"Yeah ..."

"Oh I was wondering, have you seen Fitz somewhere? I wanted to ask him something but I couldn't find him anywhere today?" She asks, trying her best to keep her voice steady.

"I've seen him this morning, he was going for a walk, haven't seen him since." He answers, smiling.

"Oh ... okay" She says, slightly relieved that someone has seen him today at least but still worried that he disappeared since then.

"So ... is there something between you two?" Phil asks after a minute of observing Jemma taking out her phone to check if she has messages three times and then putting it away looking more worried every time.

"Whaaat?" She answers, her voice way to high pitched. "No, of course no. We're just really good friends and I wanted to see him before everyone goes home." She answers with a fake smile, slightly blushing.

"Yeah ... sure."

"No really ..."

"Please Jemma." He interrupts her. "I've seen the two of you together. You know I'm your friend and I really don't care for rumors but the one about you and Fitz actually seemed quite believable. Also, for an actress, you're surprisingly bad at lying!" He adds with a raised eyebrow and she knows he's right so she just lowers her gaze, blushing ever more.

Just when she's about to tell him just how worried she is, her phones bips. She manages to get it out of her small purse faster than she ever thought it was possible.

(From Fitz to Jemma: I was out all day, didn't have any reception. I'm back now. Didn't mean to worry you. Sorry.)

When she reads his text, she's so relieved that she lets out a loud gasp and tears are threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Is that him?" Phil asks.

"Yes ..." She answers with a shaky voice.

"He's back at the hotel and safe I suppose?"

"Yes ..."

"Well just go to him Jemma." He says after a moment of silence, his lips quirking up.

"Thank you!" She says and she gives him a light peck on the cheek before making her way to the elevator as fast as she can without running.

When she gets to his door, she stops for a moment before knocking. Her heart is still beating pretty fast from the adrenaline and her eyes are wet. So she takes a few deep inhales, dries her eyes and once she decides she looks reasonably normal, she finally knocks. She can hear him move behind the door and for a moment, she's afraid that he might not open it for her.

When he sent her the text message, Fitz knew Jemma would come to see him soon enough but since she was supposed to be at the wrapping party, he didn't expect her to be here so soon. So when she knocks on the door, he has to take a moment to steady his breathing before opening it.

"Hi" He says in the most neutral tone he can muster as he's opening the door.

"Hi" She says with a timid smile. She doesn't want to sound to cheery but his cold tone cannot completely erase the slightly irrational relief of seing him after being so worried about him all day. "Can I come in?" She adds with a soft voice.

He doesn't say anything, just nods his head and moves to the side to let her in. They stay like that for a moment, looking into each other's eyes and not saying a word.

"So ... I've been meaning to talk to you since last night but I couldn't ..."

"Yeah well me too actually, but somehow I though your boyfriend wouldn't really appreciate to see me crashing in your room like I did these past two months." He says and Jemma can't help wincing at his snappy tone. She had promised herself she would never hurt him again after their argument and here they were again barely a week later.

"Fitz ... it's not what ..." She starts but then she finally realizes that his room is abnormally tidy and when she scans it, she can see that he's almost finished packing. She had hoped that they could have the time to set things right between them and that he would wait for her so they could take the plane to Los Angeles together in two days. "Oh ... you're finished packing, are you leaving early? Is that why you weren't at the party?" She asks with a sad smile.

"Wasn't really in the mood to party anyway ... but yeah I'm taking a plane in the morning."

"Oh ... okay. Does Trip need you early in Los Angeles? You know, you can still stay at my place even if you get there before me, I'll just have ..."

"No Jemma." He interrupts her. "Listen I-I'm not going to Los Angeles. I'm going home to Glasgow." He says with a sad smile.

"But I thought Trip needed you to start working really soon. Has the schedule for the movie changed?" She asks and he shakes his head, making her look even more confused.

"No ... I'm not doing the movie Jemma. I'm going home ... definitely. I don't know what I'm going to do yet, probably look for a new job and then ..." He starts but she interrupts him.

"What? Why? You were so excited about this job ..." She says with a shaky voice.

When he sees the tears that are again threatening to fall from her eyes, his resolves start to crumble and he has to fight the impulse of taking her in his arms because he knows it will only make things worse for both of them.

"Well I was at first ... but then I thought about it and I ... it's just not for me is all. All my life is in Scotland. My family and my friends are there. There's nothing keeping me here really. And you know I've never been an adventurer anyway so I really think it's better this way." Fitz says and he's somehow proud of himself for managing to deliver his well rehearsed speech without faltering.

"No ... no I don't ... I don't believe that Fitz. You can't change your mind so quickly. What's the real reason? Why ... why are you really leaving?" She asks, shaking her head in denial. She knew he would be mad or sad or probably both but she didn't think he would just leave without giving her a chance to explain herself to salvage their relationship and give it a chance to maybe become something more.

"Oh come on Jemma, you know why ... What do you want me to say?" He says with more anger in his voice than he intended. At his words, the tears start to fall from Jemma's eyes and he has to fight the impulse to comfort her again.

"But we were going to have so much fun together and we were going to discover the city together and I was thinking that maybe we could ..." She starts, trying to control her voice the best she can.

"I know ... it would have been nice and I'm not saying I don't ever want to see you again but you won't need me there, you're a very likable person Jemma, I'm sure you'll make new friends in no time and you ..." He starts with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes but she interrupts him.

"Oh so that's what you think, that I want you to come to keep me company until I find other friends? Do you think that's what we've been doing these past two months? Just killing time together? We've been over this already. I could never replace you with anyone, I've already told you how much you mean to me." She says, her voice taking a much harder tone and her sudden burst of anger surprises him, rendering him speechless. "Or maybe I'm not as important for you as I thought if you're willing to leave without even trying to make things better between us. What if I didn't come tonight, were you going to leave a note or-or ..." And as Jemma is starting to have difficulties finding her words, Fitz gets his voice back.

"No Jemma, you know how important you are. That's the problem and I just- I ... don't think I can ..." He wants to tell her everything, tell her how he feels about her, how much seing her with Will hurt him but the words remain stuck in his throat again.

"And what if I told you I broke up with Will?" She says, her voice barely a whisper but with such intensity that it takes his breath away. Their eyes remain locked onto each other's until he finally manages to get a few words out.

"I don't know Jemma ... I'm sorry, things didn't look so bad between you ..." He says as his brain is assaulted by so many mixed feelings that he's surprised it hasn't exploded yet. There are so many things he wants to say or ask and somehow, that's the only one he manages to blurt out when sorry really is the last thing he's feeling about Jemma breaking up with Will.

"They weren't ... there was just one major problem, it wasn't his fault really but there was nothing he could do about it ... that any of us could do about it ..." She says, getting a little closer to him, her eyes still locked on his and at this moment, he thinks she might be some kind of witch because as much as he tries he just cannot tear them away from her.

"Oh ... and what was it then?" he asks, his voice raspy and his accent made thicker by the intensity of everything he's feeling at the moment.

"He wasn't you Fitz." She says, her voice sounding huskier than it ever did. He tries to say something but all he manages to do is stare at her as his heart is beating out of his chest. As she's taking him in, she is overwhelmed by his intoxicating smell she has grown to love over the weeks. Her eyes can't stop flitting from his impossibly intense blue eyes to his soft looking lips, slightly parted as he's visibly trying to speak, and that's when she doesn't want any of them to speak anymore.

She crosses the gap between them and the next second, she pulls his face down with her hands and crashes her lips to his. After the initial shock, he quickly reciprocates her kiss, encircling her waist to bring her even closer. After days and weeks of fantasizing that kiss, somehow they didn't think that the real thing could live up to their imagination. But as they both revel in the sensation of their lips hungrily moving against each other and the closeness of their bodies, they realize that sometimes reality can be even better. When Jemma moves her hands from his face to his hair as she gently nimbles on his lower lip, they can both feel the electricity coursing through their bodies and he opens his mouth to deepen the kiss. The intensity with which he kisses her as he brings her even closer, forcing her to arch her back, surprises her and she can't stop the slight moan that escapes her lips. She feels so soft and passionate and overall completely amazing that for a moment, he forgets everything else and his kiss is fueled by all the pent up emotions of the last two months.

As much as she'd like for that kiss to last forever, Jemma has to stop for air at some point so after one more languid kiss to the lips and then another last one, she lets go of him, taking a step back. "I'm sorry." She says, completely out of breath. "I'm sorry, I had to do it, I had to know Fitz and I had to ... show you how I felt. If you really go back to Scotland, I would have regretted not doing it at least once." She adds, unable to keep her eyes off of his awestruck, beautiful flushed face.

"Don't Jemma. Please don't apologize ... not for this anyway because it was just ... perfect." He says, as breathless as she is. "I'm just so ... confused. Why? Why didn't you tell me about him and what does that mean?" He says gesturing between the two of them before bringing his hands behind his neck in this nervous gesture she has come to recognize. The husky tone in his voice and the thickness of his accent, that she didn't even realize had such an effect on her, just makes her want to kiss him senseless until there's not a breath of air left in their lungs. Because she's tired of speaking and now that she's had a taste of him, she wishes that she could fix all their issues with kisses and cuddles and move on to the next stage of their relationship. But she knows that if she wants a chance of that happening, she owes him an explanation. So she forces herself to take a big inhale to slow down her heart before speaking.

"I never wanted to hide his existence from you Fitz, not voluntarily anyway. Even before the shooting, things weren't great with him and I think that's why I never talked about him. We had so many things to talk about, you and I, that he didn't even come to mind. And at first, we were only friends anyway so I didn't give it much thought but I just assumed you knew. Everyone did but of course I should have known that you didn't, because you don't care for tabloids or stupid rumors about celebrities because you're just so bloody ... perfect." She says rolling her eyes, somehow annoyed that he is so beyond reproach.

"What? I'm not per ..." He starts but she cuts him.

"Yes to me, you really are but please, let me finish. Anyway, it's only when we had this ... fight that I realized that you didn't know. And I-I think that ... I wasn't thinking straight, I was so stupidly emotional and I liked the way our relationship was evolving way too much and I knew it would have changed everything if I told you. I had already decided to break up with him for a while but that's when I realized that I wanted to do it not only because I didn't love him anymore but because my feelings for you were a lot more than friendly." And even though the kiss made that very clear already, he cannot stop his lips from quirking up a bit at her confession. "But it was such a mess in my head because I wanted to end things with him before trying with you ... if you wanted to I mean ... but you weren't supposed to stay in the US so how could it have worked? I even tried to break up with him over the phone, which is a horrible thing to do, after the night we spent together because it was just so ... and I mean we just slept." She says blushing a bit at the memory and she chastises herself for it because how ridiculous is it to blush at the memory of just sleeping close to someone after such a passionate kiss? "But he was unreachable and then you told me you'd stay in Los Angeles and everything was going to perfect because I could ..."

"... have made things right with everyone." He says, finishing her sentence matter of factly. "Oh my god, this is crazy I don't even know why I'm doing this." He adds as he realizes that none of this really matters because the woman he loves is single and as amazing as he always thought she was and she actually wants to be with him.

"Why-what do you mean? I really ..." She starts, looking adorably confused but he doesn't give her the time to finish her sentence.

He closes the distance between them again and gently backs her against the door as he kisses her with just as much passion as she did and she kisses him back without a second's hesitation, getting on her tiptoe to loop her arms around his neck. This time it's less urgent and desperate but oh so sweet. Her back is almost completely bare with the low cut dress she's wearing and as he lets his hands roam freely on it, they both moan simultaneously at the amazing sensation of his warm hands against her cold skin and their synchronicity makes them both smile into the kiss. After a minute, he breaks the kiss before gently cupping her face with his hand to look into her beautiful eyes. "It was a complicated situation Jemma and now I know you tried your best to do right by everyone. You broke up with him for me. What more could I ever ask of you?" He says with a tender smile and she smiles back as tears are now falling freely from her eyes.

"Oh no please don't cry Jemma. We're going to be alright now, won't we?" He says, gently wiping the tears away with his thumb.

"Oh don't worry, those are happy tears Fitz. I think there's something about those little eyes of yours though, they're just so ... intense. I can't help it." She says, smiling even wider now.

"Okay but what if I told you that for the past two weeks, I've had almost no trouble sleeping at all and I started drinking a lot of coffee just to stay awake and spend time with you?" He says, looking embarrassed. He really thought that she would laugh at how stupid he was but he gets the opposite reaction from her.

"Oh Fitz" She says, starting to tear up again, her tiredness making her even more emotional than she already is. "You've done it again. You're just so bloody adorable and you don't even realize it."

"No but it was quite stupid, really I think I might be getting addicted now, I'll have to go to a caffein rehab center, I'm sure they have something like that in Los Angeles and you'll have to come visit me of course because it's kind of your fault ..."

As she knows he's having way too much fun to stop on his own when he starts like this, she decides to stop him with another kiss.

"You know, if you do that every time I start rambling I'm gonna start doing it even more." He says with a big teasing smile on his face as they break the kiss.

"So does this mean that you'll be going to Los Angeles after all?" She asks, her face growing serious again.

"Well ... yeah I think there might be something pretty ... amazing keeping me here after all ..." He says and she relaxes again. "... also that stupid non refundable plane ticket to Glasgow cost me 800 dollars and since there's no way I'm gonna leave now that I have you, I'm gonna need the money that comes with Trip's offer." He says and they both laugh.

"Oh Fitz, you really are a drama queen." She says teasing and he rolls his eyes at her. "Maybe I should have waited for you to be at the airport and then run after you just before you got on the plane. You would have liked that, right?" She adds and for a moment he actually thinks about it.

"Naaah ... It would have been too much. I mean with the nights we spent under the stars cuddled against each other and everything, we don't want it to be too cheesy." He says and she looks at him with a mischievous look that confuses him. "What?"

"Well do you know what they do in a movie when the story is a bit too sweet?" She asks, smiling widely now.

"No ... I don't know ... What?"

"They spice it up with a really good ... sex scene ..." She says, looking at him with an amused smile as she's biting her lip. This sight coupled with the words she just said leave him dumbfounded and she uses this moment of confusion to kiss him again and push him backwards until he's just in front of the bed. She gives one final push and he falls on the bed without resisting too much. She doesn't give him time to react though because the next second she's on top of him and kissing him even more passionately.

Once he recovers from being so violently pushed on the bed, he feels like he has no choice but to kiss her back. After thinking about kissing her for so long, he cannot believe that he's in bed with her and it's better than everything he has imagined. When they need to get some air and she rests on one elbow to start kissing his neck, he takes advantage of her unbalanced position to flip them over and ends up on top of her. She lets out a delighted shriek that he swallows with another languid kiss.

"Jemma, I really hate to ask you this but ... don't you need to ... go back down ... to the party?" He asks breathless as he kisses her neck and every part of her skin available to him. "I mean, we don't have to ... you know ... now, we can wait a little more." He adds with a soft smile and she can't help the tender smile that stretches her lips.

"Fitz again, that's adorable but I couldn't care less about the party, I'm with you now and that's all that matters so just kiss me!" She says as she wraps her legs around him and pulls him to her by his shirt collar to make her point.

"Jemma?" He asks between kisses.

"Yes?" She answers, her lips barely detaching from his.

"Can I call you doctor now?"

****Ratings change for the next chapter, it goes from T to M for explicit sexual content**** I wasn't going to write this part but then I thought it would be nice to resolve all this sexual tension! If you're uncomfortable with this, you can just skip to the next chapter. There won't be much happening, just mostly smut and some fluff. I'll write a quick sum-up at the beginning of next chapter.