Jemma sat on the bed, Skye to her left, Bobbi to her right. She sobbed into Skye's shoulder while Bobbi gently rubbed her back.

"I'm so confused!" Simmons said through her tears.

"Yeah. The roller coaster will do that. It'll turn you around so much you won't know what way is up, and you'll be gasping for air." Bobbi said. She'd had plenty of experience with the roller coaster herself.

"I know you're confused about your feelings, and that's okay. Fitz and Tripp are both good guys." Skye said, trying to help.

"I know, undoubtedly, that I'm in love with Fitz. But it's just that Tripp is such a good guy, and he's always been so sweet to me. I don't know if I love him, but I know I feel SOMETHING. It's not what I feel towards Fitz, but it's not just a friend."

"So, it's like a weird friend-crush?" Bobbi said.

Simmons laughed. "I guess. I'm just so mixed up." She began to cry again. Bobbi and Skye exchanged a concerned glance.

"Well, ask yourself this: is the ride worth it?" Bobbi asked. "I have to go. Meeting with Coulson. See you later, Jemma." She got up to leave.

"Don't tell anyone." Simmons asked.

"I won't. It'll be our secret." Bobbi said as she left.

"I know you're upset, but aren't you supposed to go on a mission with Coulson?" Skye asks.

"Oh, yeah. We're tracking down Ward." Jemma's said. "Well, I'd better go then."

"Yeah. Maybe you could tell Fitz. He should know, right? I mean, he is your-"

"No." Simmons interrupted. "No, I can't. Not after he's liked me for this long. I would crush him. I can't, Skye. Not until I figure this out." Simmons got up and walked out of her bunk.

Just before she left, she turned back to Skye.

"Our secret, right?" She asked.

"Of course."

Simmons then left the bunk. Skye sighed. She felt so bad for Simmons. That girl needed HELP. And, although Simmons would hate that she told someone, she knew just who to call. It also helped that he was already there.

Down in the garage, Mack and Fitz waited for Jemma. Once she came, Fitzsimmons would head to the lab to pack weapons for the mission. For now, though, Mack and Fitz could just tinker around with old parts.

"So, I heard you were going on a mission. With Simmons." Mack says slowly.

"Um, yeah. Yeah, I am." Fitz says distractedly.

"What're you going for?"

"Tracking Ward. If he couldn't personally kill us the first time he had the chance, who says he can do it the second time?"

"Huh. Good point." Mack said.

Suddenly, soft footsteps echoed down the stairs. Simmons appeared in the garage. Her normally happy face was red, and her eyes were puffy.

Fitz hurried towards her. "What happened?" He asked gently. Both Fitz and Mack were looking intently at her.

"Oh," she replied. "Nothing. I'm...just...I...um...I'm on my period." She lied, blushing. Mack looked away quickly, his skin taking on a shade of red.

"Ooookay." Fitz said, suddenly finding the old gears in front of him VERY interesting. Suddenly, Fitz's Walkie-Talkie whirred to life.

"Fitz, my office." Coulson's voice filtered through the speaker.

"Well, I need to go then. I'll see you in a few, Jemma." Fitz said as he ducked out of the garage.

Mack and Simmons stood uncomfortably together.

"Are you, um, okay? With, you know..." He raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, um, yeah," Simmons responded, realizing he was talking about her period.

"How are you feeling? Not that you're on your period." Simmons said.

"No, I'm not. I'm fine." He answered awkwardly.

"Are there really cramps?" He suddenly asked. He quickly looked away from her, redness creeping up his neck.

"Um, I don't get them, but some people do."

"Oh."

"Yeah..." She blushed and muttered something about the lab before leaving.

After she left, Mack started to crack up. That was the WORST conversation he'd ever had with a girl. And he was usually good talking to girls.

Fitz knocked tentatively on Coulson's office door.

"Come in," he heard from inside. Fitz opened Coulson's door and walked up to his desk.

"You and Simmons are going to be doing the work on this mission for obvious reasons," Coulson said, nodding towards his arm. "May is also coming. Just in case. Also because wants to put 3 bullets in Ward's head."

"Yes sir."

"I hope your relationship doesn't get in the way of this mission. Or any mission, for that matter. If, heaven forbid, on a mission, it's Simmons or the team, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one."

At first, Fitz didn't answer. However, he slowly nodded after a minute, looking towards the floor.

"Good. I know it's hard, but we all have to make sacrifices sometimes." Coulson said. "Trust me. I know."

Fitz heard the emotion in Coulson's voice and decided not to press the matter.

"You're dismissed."

Fitz walked out.

"Oh, and Fitz?"

"Yes sir?"

"She would do the same. You know that."

"I know." But Fitz wasn't so sure anymore.

May, Fitzsimmons, and Coulson boarded a Quin-jet later that day after saying goodbye to the team. They neared Kansas, Ward's chosen location. He was staying at a hotel near the center. They entered from the back entrance, and as soon as they did, a dendrotoxin bomb went off, knocking them all out. Ward then grabbed May and dragged her out.

When the team woke up later, they found a note in Ward's handwriting in place of May. It read:

CLOSURE.