"We need to find May. I put a bracelet on her to track her just in case anything happened. We all know how much Ward hates May. Fitzsimmons, get down to the lab and activate the tracker. No dilly-dallying. We need May back. Ward could kill her. I, WE, can't risk losing her." Coulson said. "Bobbi, Lance, Mack, Tripp, suit up. Once Fitzsimmons locate May, we're going to get her."

"Um, Fitz?" Jemma said as she entered the lab.

"Yeah?"

"We need to talk."

"I was just looking for you. I need to tell you something. " Fitz said.

"It's just that, well, I was wondering if you wanted to um, be my girlfriend."

"Oh,"

"You don't have to say yes. It was just a thought that I had."

"That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. I don't think we should go on any more dates or be a couple because, well, I'm going through a tough time. I know this is going to sound rude, but I can't really tell you. I'm so sorry Fitz."

His face falls. He looked completely crushed. Simmons felt so bad, but she knew that, because of her mixed feelings, she couldn't tie herself down in a relationship. However, once she sorted herself out, she would. Whether it was with Fitz or Tripp.

"Oh. Okay. Yeah, okay." He mumbles. He then works AROUND her, not WITH her, to get the tracker activated. Simmons immediately felt dejected. However, she didn't blame Fitz. She HAD just turned him down.

Suddenly, the computer that was tracking May started beeping. Fitz called Coulson to the lab.

"They're in San Francisco, at some warehouse." Fitz said.

"Good. Let's go." Coulson answered. He, along with Bobbi, Hunter, Tripp, and Mack, boarded a quinjet and left.

May woke up with a start. She then realized the pain in her wrists. She was hanging but her wrists in the middle of a big warehouse. She didn't know where she was, and she was dizzy and disoriented. Suddenly, out of the shadows of the warehouse, came Ward.

"Ward. Of course." May said.

"May. And here I was thinking I'd never get my closure."

May scoffed. "Closure? How about childish revenge."

Ward laughed. He then pulled out a gun. "It's not childish. It's real. Any last words, May?"

"You wouldn't shoot me."

"Try me."

"You wouldn't because you need me to get to Coulson. To get to Skye."

"None of them matter anymore." Ward aimed the gun at May's chest. "Neither do you." He pulled the trigger.

Bobbi, Hunter, Mack, Tripp, and Coulson ran off the quinjet. As soon as they reached the warehouse, Coulson ordered them all to stand back. He didn't want a dendrotoxin bomb going off again. They all cleared the door as Coulson shot it open. They all waited for a bomb to go off. When none did, they decided it was safe to go in. There, hanging in the warehouse, was May. She was bloody and appeared to be lifeless.

"Get her on the quinjet!" Coulson yelled. "May, don't leave us. Don't leave me. Please. Stay with me." Coulson could feel himself close to tears. However, he would be strong for the team. After May was loaded onto the quinjet, Coulson checked her heart-rate. She was at only 3 beats per minutes. Coulson put an airbag on her to keep her breathing. He was freaking out. Her couldn't live without her. She was his rock. His strength. He needed that.

They soon landed on the base and May was taken to the infirmary. She would live, but she was put on bed rest for 3 months. Coulson breathed a sigh of relief, as did the rest of the team, who had gathered to see May. They all soon dispersed so that the doctors could operate on her. However, he wasn't the only one going through stress.

Simmons was trying to communicate with Fitz, but he kept ignoring her. She just couldn't get him to talk to her.

"Fitz," she started. "Look, it's not you. Really. It's me. I'm so sorry."

"Yeah. Whatever." He mumbled back.

"Fitz. You're not listening. I'm sorry, okay?"

"Okay, Jemma. I understand. Besides, why would a pretty girl like you ever like a dopey scientist like me?"

Jemma then turned to Fitz. He was facing the holotable, his back to her. She grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. She then pressed her lips against his. He didn't react at first, but he then kissed her back. They finally broke apart when air became an issue. They looked at each other. What they didn't notice, however, was Tripp standing right outside the lab. He then walked away. What HE didn't know, though, was the fact that Simmons HAD seen him, and she cried herself silently to sleep that night.