Holding On (Grant Ward AGOS)

Pilot

Chapter One: Pilot

Caring a box, a red headed girl, with long curly locks and green eyes, begins to put her stuff down on the, Airborne Mobile Command Station, or the Bus as her friends Fitz-Simmons call it. As she walked into the cock-pit to grab the gear to put in the lab she could hear her friends arguing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, watch it!" As he walked over to Simmons and grabbed the device out of her hand.

"That's the Night-Night Gun." Fitz said in his Scottish accent.

Jemma scoffs, "well it's on my stuff, and it doesn't work, there's no way we're caking it the Night-Night Gun."

Fitz turns his head looking at the red head, "Come on Elle back me up on this,"

She softly smirks and rolls her eyes, "We're definitely not calling it the Night-Night Gun." Grabbing the two things of luggage with her work stuff in it and begins to unpack it.

"The bullets work. Non Lethal, heavy stopping power, breaking up under the subcutaneous tissue —"

Simmons cuts him off, clearly having this argument before, "Oh, with a dose of only. 1 microliters of Dendrotoxin. I'm not Hermione. I can't create instant paralysis with that."

Elle snorts at Simmons answer and she could see Fitz begin to go red in the face, The two continue arguing and Elle picks up the large box not noticing the tall man walking up to the ship and all of a sudden the bag drops to the ground causing Elle to let go of the box spilling everything out of it making a huge sound. Everyone's eyes look at her and she awkwardly goes kneels on the ground and puts everything back into the box.

The attention is turned back over the the operative agent. Who Elle was guessing was agent Ward, Grant, Grant Ward. She had already read up on who was going to be joining their mission. She didn't however expect him to be so tall. Her being five-foot flat she looked like a midget next to him who had to be at least six-two at best.

Ward however began to speak, "Fitz-Simmons?"

The two pointing at each other say,

"Fitz"

"Simmons, I'm engineering, she's Biochem, and over there is Elle she's Zoology, Botany, Astr—"

"B-Basically the main researcher." Elle speaks up looking down as she places the box into the closet.

Fits continues, "Agent Ward?" He guesses.

Ward doesn't reply but does pull out something out of his jacket, Elle could identify it as a comm receiver.

Ward begins to explain that, "Coulson said I'd need my comm receiver encoded."

Fitz quickly goes over and takes the device. Ward explains, "I don't know if you've worked with the model before. It;s—"

Ward was interrupted by Fitz smashing the device with a hammer. In between smashes and breaking Ward finishes his prior sentence,

"Brand new."

Simmons explains why Fitz smashed his device, "He'll repurpose the I.D.I.S. chip."

Fitz holds something up between a set of big tweezers.

Fitz continues Simmons thought, "Don't need the external receiver for the inner-ear coms anymore."

Ward fiddles with his ear as Simmons takes his head.

In between his complete invasion of privacy he speaks, "So, uh, how does it – "

Now it's Simmons' turn to interrupt him, she grabs his face and shoves some sort of swab into his mouth.