Jemma Simmons

Chloe reached out a hand to place on her new friend’s shoulder “Hey….you ok?” She couldn’t help but notice that Jemma seemed a little bit flustered. “I hope it’s ok that I’m here. I hate to barge in like this but….you weren’t answering your phone and I kinda showed the front desk my badge.” Chloe chuckled a little bit, nervously. “I brought you this. Thought it might be a late night pick me up?” she held out a plastic coffee cup for Jemma to take. Normally she hated to drop in unannounced, especially when it came to work stuff, but at the very least she knew how Jemma took her coffee- and could provide a peace offering. “If now’s not a good time, I totally understand.” She was more than willing to be just a friend right now, if need be. 

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Fitz frowned, looking at her over the computer screen. He knew that she was as worried as he was about their friend but he didn’t want to stop. This was the time to keep going. Soon, hopefully her kidnappers would get complacent and make a mistake, something they could capitalize on. “I’m fine. Not tired.” he brushed her off, looking back at the screen, focusing on the facial recognition software and the code in front of him. “I’m going through her known enemies, filtering out those that were unm… Very clearly not there. Prison, dead, other side of the bloody planet. Things like that.” 

Seeing  Jemma  did  make  Fitz  relax  slightly,  his  shoulders  sagging  as  he  smiled  up  at  her  softly.  “Not very much. She’s been fussy. Misses Daisy, I think.” he frowned, looking back at his daughter while reaching for his cup of tea, taking a sip. “I’ve been uh…. Looking at traffic footage, gas stations, stores. Not a sign of her. I’m missing something.” his lips pursed together as he said it, clearly frustrated.  

Jemma Simmons. Nana 

“If only all bad things were identified by explosions…” Would make identifying villains way easier, make a lot of things way easier. Unfortunately, the worst of things happened silently without people so much as lending their gaze to it. “Do you remember that body swap? When everyone got changed randomly? And I- I swapped with Daisy, Nana… and I got her kidnapped.”

SIMMONS, J.

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he  knows  the  concern  wasn’t  for  him.   he  watches  the  recognition  pass  over  her  features;  shock  at  first  maybe,  then  disgust,  or  irritation.   it  says  something  about  how  off  his  game  he  is  these  days  that  he’s  not  confidentin  the  assessment.   the  failure  strikes  hard,  sees  the  muscles  in  his  jaw  tense  before  he  bends  down  to  start  picking  up  shards  of  glass.   he’d  rather  chew  on  them  than  try  to  have  a  polite,  tension-filled,  conversation  with  someone  who  undeniably   H  A  T  E  S   him  but  he’s  making  all  the  wrong  choices  these  days.   this  is  just  another  to  add  to  the  growing  list.   “  pretty  good  considering  i  should  be  dead. ”   he  answers  calmly,  turning  slightly  to  signal  the  bartender.   “  you  can  put  hers  on  my  tab. ”   

“Did you just move across the pond?” She couldn’t help be reminded of Lucifer by the woman’s accent. It felt like a swift pang in her heart. Chloe quickly changed the subject. “Jemma. That’s beautiful.” And she meant it. The name sounded like music to her.

Chloe recoiled quickly, pulling her hand away to scratch the back of her neck with it, only to abandon it entirely inside her pocket almost immediately. “Oh….uhh…” She was incredibly embarrassed that the other woman had noticed. “I probably just have low blood sugar or something. Can’t live off of coffee alone I guess, can we?” Her nervous laughter was painfully obvious.

“Oh is…that where you’re living?” Chloe didn’t know why she was prying. It was absolutely none of her business, whatsoever. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.” Her hands were shaking as she tried to sop up the mess, despite being waved off. She hadn’t seemed to be able to get her hands to stop shaking for weeks now. She was also jumpier than ever, constantly on edge. “I’m Chloe by the way. Detective, Chloe Decker.” She reached out a hand to the stranger she’d almost given a third degree burn.