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“This is it,” Fitz said, looking up from his phone to the small warehouse in front of him, squeezed on a busy street between a dry cleaners and an Indian takeaway. “It looks quite well-done up, for somewhere used to dump used tech.”
“This is definitely the address, though, so I guess appearances are misleading,” Simmons said. “Come on, let’s go in.”
“What kind of tech do you reckon they'll have?” Fitz thought out loud.
“Hmm… well, I’m hoping there’s some sort of arc reactor component, maybe some hydraulics,” Jemma chattered as they pushed open the door, looking at Fitz. “But honestly, if Stark Tech threw it away, it’s likely to be some old prototypes that didn’t work, maybe some phones that are laggy, that sort of - what?”
For Fitz was prodding her in the side, staring with an open mouth at the room before them.
Soft music was playing softly in the cool, dark room. Candles were scattered around the room, and in the centre was a small round table with two seats. The tablecloth was white and lacy, and there was a single rose in a vase in the centre. Resting on the vase was a single card, reading:
Sit down, and enjoy.
- MM, BM and RD
“What’s going on?” Fitz asked. “This definitely isn’t a crate of old phones.”
“We should probably sit down,” Simmons said, doing just that. Fitz looked slightly suspicious for a moment, but eventually shrugged and sat opposite her.
“I’m confused, though,” Simmons said. “Candles, guitar music, roses; wouldn’t these things normally be used for a… oh. A date,” she blushed, finally realising.
“Ah.” Fitz said, gulping slightly.
A silence settled over the two. Finally, he looked up.
“Do you want it to be?” he asked nervously, in almost a whisper. “A date?”
“Oh! Um…” Simmons looked down at the tablecloth, fiddling. Then she seemed to come to a decision, and looked back up.
“I do. If you want it to be,” she said.
Fitz smiled. “Yeah. Yeah, I do, Jemma.”
She blushed, a wide smile spreading over her face. Then she laughed.
“I can’t believe it took Bobbi, May and Rosa setting us up like this for us to finally go out!”
He chuckled too. “God, I know. We’ll have to do everything they want for the next year to thank them.”
She smiled, chuckling softly. And then, “Fitz, can I kiss you?”
“W-what?” he asked, caught off-guard by the question.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know if I was moving too fast,” Jemma apologised. “It’s just, I’ve liked you like this for a while, and I think this has been a long time coming. You’re my best friend, my partner in crime, my favourite person. The one I look forward to seeing every morning with a smile on my face, even if I don’t know it. So - if you want to - can I kiss you?”
“Y-yes, of course!” Fitz said, smiling goofily.
Back in the precinct, Daisy squealed and clamped her hands over her mouth as everyone - the SHIELD agents and the police officers - burst into cheers. They were watching through the security camera in the ‘date room’, and were all gathered round the TV in the debriefing room.
“Yes! I always knew old Fitzy would get it eventually!” Hunter cheered.
“This is so amazing!” Jake said, grinning as the on-screen Fitzsimmons gently kissed. Next to him, Amy was tearing up, hands over her mouth.
“I’ve never been prouder than in this moment,” Holt proclaimed. “This is the closest to tears I’ve been in years.”
Mack looked at Holt, who looked the same as he always did.
Gina had actually looked up from her phone and was smiling. “Of course, you couldn’t have done it all without moi! That’s French, by the way.”
May, Rosa and Bobbi were all standing together in a line, arms folded and smiling smugly. Terry was sobbing softly.
“Dude, are you okay?” Boyle asked, concerned.
“Oh, I’m fine,” Terry said, waving him off. “It’s just, Terry loves happy endings.”
Pimento grinned. “You know, when I was undercover, there was a story a lot like this. Only the warehouse was actually tagged, and they were being sent to their deaths!”
Mack looked at him, confused. “What?”
“Actually, on second thought, that was nothing like this.”
Hitchcock and Scully had brought popcorn to the event, and clinked their boxes like champagne glasses.
And Coulson was standing there, smiling like a proud dad- which, in a way, he was.
“Well done, Agents.”
Jake gasped, pointing to himself. “Did you just call me…?!”
Coulson nodded, smiling. “You did a great job - Agents. I’m proud of you all.”
Jake smiled, and another wave of cheering erupted.
And, lost in their own world, Fitzsimmons kissed again and again.
THREE MONTHS LATER
“Guys, we’re back!” Bobbi proclaimed loudly, the SHIELD agents rushing out of the cramped elevator to greet their old friends. The police officers grinned, giving them a round of applause.
“It’s good to see you again, Agents,” Holt said, doing the nearest thing to a smile his body was capable of making. “I hope everyone’s well?”
“Have you watched Die Hard yet?” Jake asked eagerly.
“Do you want to go get pie?” Boyle called.
“Or beer!” Pimento added.
“Can you tell me your opinion on my latest two hundred and eighteen selfies?” Gina asked. “I know they’re all perfect, but it would be kind to make you all feel wanted.”
“Done anything dangerous lately?” Rosa asked.
“Or fun! Like paperwork,” Amy added.
“Woah, hold on!” Mack laughed. “It’s good to see you too.”
“Wait,” Terry called, noticing an absence in their group. “Where are Fitzsimmons?”
Coulson laughed. “Oh, they’re just coming,” he said, motioning to and moving away from the closed elevator doors. They opened with a ping and revealed a smiling, happy Fitzsimmons, who waved at everyone.
“Guys! How are you?” Fitz asked.
“We’re good; the more important question is, how are you? We need details!” Jake exclaimed.
“Have you had kids yet?”
“Boyle, no. ”
Simmons laughed. “We’re going really well, actually. Thanks for asking!”
Rosa half-smiled, which would be a giant grin on just about anyone else.
“Wait, who are you?” Terry asked, noticing another man who was standing awkwardly off to the side.
“Oh, this is Lincoln!” Daisy introduced. “He’s a good friend of ours, and I wanted him to meet you all.”
“Yeah, uh, hi! It’s nice to meet you,” Lincoln said to the room at large. He looked at Daisy and their fingers brushed momentarily. They jumped backwards from each other, blushing madly and looking anywhere but the other’s face.
Holt gasped. “Coulson, Peralta, Santiago, Boyle. My office. Now,” he said, not waiting for an answer before he strode into the room. The others looked at each other before shrugging and following him.
The door shut.
“Why did you take us in here?” Coulson asked.
Holt didn’t respond. He was staring out of the window at Lincoln and Daisy, and appeared to be distracted.
“Captain?” Amy prompted, which made Holt look at them again.
“Santiago,” he said, “those two young people are in love.”
THE END