1964-03-19 - Spycraft?
Summary: Fitz and Simmons talk of plans.
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After the events of the day, Simmons and Fitz have kept quiet about what it is, exactly, they both wish to talk about. For her part, Simmons dove into Skye's blood work, putting it through quite a few tests. However, most of the active work has finished with that and now it is down to waiting for all the machines to output their results. That could take anywhere between an hour to a few hours, depending on how many more tests she will have to put them all through.

Glancing about the room, and then the door, she slides off her stool and moves toward Fitz's workbench where he is working. While she's not really attempting to startle him, she is being quiet. "Fitz," she hisses when she's close by. She's attempting to be sneaky.

*

Leo has honed in on his work. He has dismantled and run maintenance on two of the DWARFs this afternoon and he madly has been focused on what he's doing. His goggles with their amplified lenses jump and then turn towards Jemma when she startles him. "It's like your a field agent," he notes as he sets the tools down on the bench.

"What was that about?" he lowers his voice to a near-whisper.

*

Simmons can't help but grin as Fitz's lens amplified eyes turn toward her with a startled expression. It's rather adorable. "Or you're just incredibly focused on what you're doing," she tells him. "You tend to shut out anything else around you when you get like that."

Glancing around them, she tilts her head toward the other end of the lab, the part not easily seen from the door. That'll be a better place to talk, right? "I just set Skye's blood samples into the shaker. Perhaps we should talk? About that later thing?"

*

"So do you!" Fitz sounds defensive and then hums. "It's part of being a good scientist. Cancelling out noise makes a world of difference." He chuckles slightly. "Yeah, we should probably discuss Skye and her.. oddity." His neck cranes and looks about the lab as if expecting to find another set of ears.

"When the Triskelion had its trouble, Skye almost sunk the island. I had to knock her out. With the back of a clock." He shakes his head. "She's got some strange abilities that one."

*

"Yes, I can believe that." Simmons crosses her arms and glances over to where the woman's blood is currently agitating. "Earlier today, when you thought Doc was experiencing some strange readings, the beakers were shaking. She was getting nervous, I believe she thought that we were blaming either her or Ward for her injuries." Speaking of, she adds, "And she came to me asking about her hands. After the incident, she said she had broken bones in her hand." She frowns. "There is certainly something going on with her. What should we do?"

*

"I had thought," Fitz starts in consideration, "that maybe we should offer our help without putting it in a report." His lips purse. "But… I hate the idea of pushing anyone else into the whole notion of sneaking behind SHIELD's back. Again." His eyes roll dramatically. "She obviously needs help. And I don't know if other people are capable of helping. Plus it might be for the best that it's not written somewhere yet, yeah?"

*

"That would be good, but I also have to file a report on her blood work. It's a request from the Director, after all." Simmons frowns as she whispers back to Fitz. "What if I find something…different?" She has all of Skye's old tests and medical information, she'll have to both dig into her old files and compare them to this new blood work. "If I find something and then sign off that I haven't…." She's not sure what that means. "Certainly, if something is different with her, we will help her. But, I'm not sure how under the wraps we will be able to keep it."

*

Fitz tugs on the goggles on his eyes and he pulls them over his head. "Then…" his lips purse lightly "…take my blood. And write about that sample like it's hers." He frowns lightly. "Just a thought, Jemma. Just a thought." He inhales a long breath. "Tell me you didn't think about a way to help her? I mean, people like us aren't exactly people who've been kind to people who are different."

*

As Fitz offers his own blood, Simmons thinks for a moment. "What blood type are you?" They have to have the proper blood type in order for this to work even on a superficial level. It's something she can work with. "Of course I did. She's scared and she's worried. If we can help her, we should." A moment and she sighs. "But, if we are to help her, we have to find a place to help her away from everyone else. She's scared and making everything rattle. There's a lot of places away from Manhattan. Perhaps New Jersey or Westchester."

*

When Jemma asks his blood type, Fitz is already rolling up his sleeves. "O-positive. Does that work?" His eyes narrow slightly. "And I agree. We can find a spot in either New Jersey or Westchester, but wherever we find it needs to be as secluded as possible. Fewer people mean fewer chances of getting hurt."

*

"I'll check the files. Better to have it." Simmons moves to grab the needle and the vial. "Sit." As she prepares his arm for his blood to be drawn, she nods. "Yes. And this blood work will hopefully be able to show us with what exactly we may be dealing. Perhaps even how to contain whatever may be happening to her." She disinfects his arm and with a gentle finger, turns his head to the side. "It's best if you don't look," she tells him. She does remember how he fainted.

*

Jemma's orders earn a mark of humour as Fitz settles into his seat as per direction. He leans back int the seat. "I hope so. Whatever she has going on, Jemma, it's odd. And I'm not the biologist on this team, but I know that it's not like anything I'd seen before. I think she may be dangerous if we can't find a way to help her." His lips turn downwards. He looks away towards the decompiled DWARFs. He sighs softly. "I'm glad we're working together again. Honestly."

*

Prepping the vial, Jemma smiles and focuses on the veins in Fitz's arm for the moment. "I know, Fitz. You may not be a biologist, but you generally have a good gut feeling about things." Shaking her head, she sighs. "Something odd is going on. I'm not quite sure what it is, but we'll figure it out." As she speaks, she sticks him with the needle, trying to do it at a point in the conversation he might not anticipate it. She waits a moment, wincing a bit before looking back up at him, though his attention is turned. "I am too. It didn't feel the same, before."

*

"Aaaaa," it may just be a pin prick but some people have an irrational fear of needles. Leo Fitz is one of them. His nose wrinkles as he can feel his face paling from the blood loss. No big deal, right? "The Triskelion will be done soon," he notes quietly. "I was thinking…" he swallows hard. "Maybe we should consider trying to uncover some of the Nazi experimental weapons documented throughout our files. You and I are both cleared for field work. I mean, I'm not keen, exactly. But — " his eyebrows lift with the rest of the thought unspoken.

He stands up rather quickly and treads to wear the DWARFs are in piles. His head feels woozy.

*

"Sorry!" Simmons immediately apologizes. She doesn't like to hurt Fitz. "It'll be done soon, promise." After a moment of thought, she adds, "You should take mine, too. The more samples, the better." They're both in this together, after all. Once she has enough blood, she quickly plucks the needle from his arm and labels the vial with his blood in her own lab speak. "Fitz," she hisses at the thought of that. "Those are…those are more than just experimental, they're from Nazis. I don't see how those would help Skye." As Fitz stands up, she gently presses on his arms to get him to sit back down. She can already tell he isn't standing properly and might faint again.

*

"Not just about Skye," Fitz answers as he rubs his arm and is guided back towards the chair. "About…" his brain isn't quite working right "…prevention. Lock up. Throw…" His head shakes as he efforts to pay some semblance of attention to even the words he's using. He coughs. "Sorry. Helping Skye is important. The Nazi experiments were another train of thought. Look, they're still in play. To our knowledge someone else could have them, yeah? But records suggest otherwise. Just a matter of time until someone else tries to recover them."

*

"Sit here a mo'," Simmons tells Fitz firmly and then she's gone to the fridge, pulling out a container. Pouring a small bit of an amber colored liquid into a glass, she brings it back and holds it out to him. It smells distinctly like apple juice. "Drink this, should help your blood sugar."

After the immediate worry of ensuring Fitz is alright and doesn't faint is - for the moment - assuaged, she thinks on his words. "I see." Her arms cross over her lab coat and she frowns. "They are. And after seeing how possible it is for people to infiltrate SHIELD…" The attack on the lab is still fresh in her mind. "It's entirely possible. It might be best for us to figure out a way to shut them down entirely. Just in case other people have them. Or, worse, they are attempted to be used against us."

*

Fitz snap-points at Simmons. "Exactly! That is the concern! There are so many reasons why it should be found and we could put them in storage until we can figure out how to destroy them." His eyebrows lift expectantly. "The bigger issue is keep it out of hands of people on our side that would want to use them as well." He frowns slightly. "So yeah, finding a way to shut them down seems apt. And finding where any stores may be…" he shrugs. "Like I said, the bigger issue is assuring others that they shouldn't use them either." He finally drinks some of the apple sauce. His expression sours. "This is terrible. Who drinks this stuff?"

*

"I don't believe it possible to move so many items without someone noticing." Simmons says with a sigh. "And with so many people on alert because of what has been happening lately?" She glances about. "That makes it even more difficult." Frowning, she taps a finger against her arm as she attempts to work out the problem in her head. "There's multiple prongs to this problem," she muses. "First, finding where they are stored. After that, how to get in without suspicion. Once those problems are solved, perhaps we can slip not all, but one of the objects out. From there we can run tests on how to shut them down. And then, it's only a matter of bringing that device into the stores to shut down the rest."

After a pause, she glances at Fitz with a look of surprise. "It's apple juice, Fitz, not an entirely unknown liquid." She grins, though. "I know quite a few people who like it - myself included. Keep drinking. I expect to see an empty cup!"

*

"I drank it when I was a wee lad. But this is like… torture. I'm pretty sure it smells and looks like urine," Fitz cringes as he knocks it back like some might whiskey. Some as in, not Leo Fitz. There's no way he can knock back whiskey. He whistles sharply. "So, where do we want to start? Finding of said things? At least one item if not all of them?" He frowns. "We could do some reading, I bet. The archives probably have something in them that might have a clue or two."

*

"You can be such a baby sometimes!" Simmons tells him, fondly exasperated by his complaint about the juice. "It smells like nothing of the sort." Looks like? Well, she can't really argue that. Moving into the more serious business of figuring out their next course of action. "That seems the most logical step. We can't start tests on what might break them without knowing how exactly they work. Hopefully they will all have similar weaknesses, so once we crack one, we can extrapolate from there. The archives certainly seem like our best bet to start. We also have to work in time to help Skye. It seems like we'll have quite a full schedule."

*

"It's vile and you know it," Fitz will not be deterred. But the rest he can get on board with. "We always have a full schedule. And it never halts us from doing what needs to be done. Alright. I'll get working on the archives. You work on Skye's tests. We'll convene and strategize together, yeah?" His eyebrows lift.

*

"It's healthy," Simmons returns, just as stubborn, but she smiles at him. "Alright, that sounds like a plan. We'll meet up again once we have more information." Finally seeing a bit of color return to Fitz's cheeks, she steps away, no longer guarding him. "Though, perhaps the next of these we should not do in the lab."

*

"Westchester?" Fitz asks with another lift of his eyebrows. He hums softly and shakes his head lightly. "I think that's good advice though. I'll search the archives, but will do any actual mining for information off site. Out of the lab. Somewhere we can have some time without so many eyes, yeah?"

*

"Westchester," Simmons agrees. That seems like the best place to handle quite a bit of this. "That sounds like a good idea. The most we can do away from prying eyes, the better." Pulling away from Fitz, she looks over the shaking blood where the answer to what may help Skye is hidden. "We can do this, right Fitz?"

*

There's a moment of doubt that creeps into Leo's thoughts. But he dares not utter it aloud. Instead, he just nods at Jemma. And, quietly, with an air of admiration, "We can do the impossible, Jemma. This should be easy in comparison." His lips purse. "You conquer the impossible daily. This should be a walk int he park for you."

*

"I don't, we do," Simmons tells Fitz. Maybe Fitz doesn't mean to mention his doubt, it's possible that Simmons may be able to find it across his face for the brief moment that it appears there. If she does, it doesn't show and she tends to have a bad poker face. "I think we can do this together, save people from themselves."

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