Putting Back The Pieces

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter 18

One week later, Simmons was settled in an apartment not far from her parents' house.

She had stayed at their house for a few days to tell them what had happened, and visited with Fitz's mother to give her the news. That had been quite a teary conversation, but the last thing his mother had said gave her ideas. Dangerous ideas.

"Knowing you, Jemma, you'll find a way to help him get better."

So that's why she now was walking down the sidewalk with an ache in her stomach and heart.

Stop worrying, Jemma, she thought to herself, this is for Fitz, this is for Fitz...

Simmons had looked it up online. There was a building up ahead, and she just needed to stand in the alley next to

it.

While she stood in the dark and smelly alley, Jemma's hands shook and she kept turning around to make sure no one was there.

"Hello?" She managed to call out, and it all happened fast. Someone came out of the darkness from behind her and tied her wrists together. Simmons yelped in surprise as two other men came out in front of her and aimed their guns.

"Stop! Don't shoot!" She yelled, and a piece of cloth came around from the back and onto her face. She fought back a little when her brain went immediately to chloroform, but gave up and let the world fade out.

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Simmons woke up with a start, only to find herself laying on linoleum flooring. Her wrists weren't bound anymore, but a little blood had dried on them. She tried to stand up, but she fell back down; the world was spinning.

"Stay down. We need you awake." A deep English voice came from above. Jemma looked up to see a tall man with shiny black hair in a spotless white suit. That caused her to laugh a little.

"What's so funny?" He said coldly.

"How do you manage to keep blood off of that?"

"I have men and women who do the job for me," the English man said, which sent chills down Jemma's back, "but let's stay on task. Jemma Simmons, you are considered a gifted, which is dangerous to us. But it seems you know this, as it looks like you purposely stood outside this base. I will give you your two choices: you either join us, or you get a 5 second head start to get away." Simmons laughed again.

"I don't think that's much of a choice-" She silenced herself immediately when the man aimed a gun at her.

"Pick one. Now, or I'll have no choice."

Isn't this what you wanted, Jemma? To get in? They didn't notice what I've been a part of, so shouldn't you be happy?

"Yes, yes, I'll join!" She waited until he smiled and put the gun down to say the next part.

"And, sir? Can I get something in return for helping you?"

"It depends. Will you be willing to put in extra work? As in, field work and lab work?"

"Of course."

"Then, what is it you desire?"