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I wake up at 6:30AM like I do every single morning. I go for a run on my treadmill for two miles before my smart watch beeps, reminding me it's time to go shower. I slowly turn off the treadmill, allowing my heart rate to get back to normal before I fold it up and rush around and grab my towel, undergarments, deodorant, razor, perfume, and curling iron. After I've gathered everything I need I get in and take a hot five minute shower. I dress quickly and put on minimal make-up before I start tidying up around the house and make a list of all the things I need, to reapply for citizenship, if Lincoln's plan fails. God, I hope it doesn't fail. At 8:45AM my alarm goes off, it's time to leave. I grab my purse, cell phone, keys, and taser before I look at myself in my floor length mirror one last time.
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I look pretty. It's been a long time since I've worn a skirt this short, it's nice. Somehow, I don't feel quite as nervous or skittish today. The Lincoln effect really is quite phenomenal. Daisy is a lucky woman. I text Lincoln for the address of the diner we're eating breakfast at, which he promptly replies to. I program the GPS after I'm buckled up and my cell is resting safely in the center console. As I'm backing out of my driveway, I get a call from Lincoln. I quickly put him on speakerphone before focusing on getting out of my pretty cul-de-sac.
"Jemma! Have you heard from Daisy this morning?"
I drive past my neighbors and wave at the Parker children as they play on their swing set. I wonder where their parents are...
"I haven't heard from her since last weekend, but that's to be expected when she's leading a team of her own, as well as being the best Hacker in S.H.I.E.L.D. Have you talked to Coulson? I know you don't like him, but he is her adopted father and boss. If anyone knows where she is, it'll be him."
Lincoln sighs wearily as the sound of jeans zipping filters through the phone. My forehead wrinkles in concern as I wonder why Lincoln doesn't know where his own girlfriend is at almost nine in the morning.
