"Sir, I need you to look at this. Quickly." Fitz ran to Coulson's side, pushing a tablet into his hands so that he could look at the data that he and Simmons had been collecting. "I think this is...bad."

Phil turned and looked at him, unsure of what he meant. "If you expect me to be impressed or shocked by this, then you're going to have to give me a little bit more."

Fitz grabbed the tablet back from the Director's hands, clearly frustrated that he wasn't as excited about this as he should be. "Look, here," he pointed at the screen as he held it up for easier viewing, "if you magnify this area...here...okay, now look."

At first, Phil had to squint his eyes to see what he was supposed to, but once he realized what he was looking at, his eyes widened in shock as he pulled the tablet back from Fitz. He turned quickly, his body tense now, "this is bad."

~~~

Fitz, Simmons and May ran behind Coulson as he pulled up the image he had just seen on a bigger screen for them all to examine. "What does that look like to you? Right there?"

May moved closer, focusing on the small item in the corner of the picture. "Is that (Y/N)'s necklace?" She turned back to Coulson, sharing a concerned look before her expression turned cold and determined. "How long has she been gone?"

"17 hours now," Fitz said quietly, "we've had no communication with her or her captors. Whoever they are."

The Director sighed, folding his arms across his chest as he continued to stare at the screen. "We know who they are. She dumped it when they grabbed her. She knew they couldn't get their hands on this."

"Sir?" Jemma looked at him, thoroughly confused now. "I don't understand, what's the significance of that necklace?"

"Fitz, I need you to get the exact coordinates so we can retrieve it immediately. Then we look for (Y/N)." He turned to walk out, but the group still hadn't heard the answer to the question that had to be known before they moved forward.

"Sir?"

Coulson stopped to speak, but didn't turn to face them. "It was a gift to her from Thor. That necklace holds Uru, the Asgardian ore used to forge Mjolnir. It can store unlimited amounts of energy, and will redirect and enhance any powers or natural abilities of those who hold it. In the wrong hands..."

"It could become a weapon," Fitz whispered, almost too quietly to hear.

"Exactly. That's why we need to move. Now."

~~~

"Where is it, agent?" A firm slap landed on your cheek, the sound resonating throughout the room. "We have plans for that, and will not permit anyone to get in our way, do you understand? Even if you are dead, we will find it. It would lessen your suffering if you just tell us."

You stayed silent, firm in your resolve that you would never tell them where the necklace was. Staring the man down, you didn't try to free yourself or fight back. You would die for this, willingly and proudly, just as the Director would expect any agent to do.

"Maybe I'll have better success breaking her."

Rage grew inside of you when you heard Grant Ward's voice in the shadows. You would never give him what he wanted; the necklace or your demise. He didn't deserve the satisfaction of taking your life, but you would delight in taking his. "What do you say we handle this like grownups, huh Ward? Why don't you untie me so we can do this right? I've grown beyond that shitty joke you called training."

He smiled at you, but it wasn't even close to genuine. "I see you still have that little problem of overblown ego there, (Y/N). I can't wait to bust that wide open."

~~~

Fitz was running at a full sprint to reach Coulson, knowing he had the answer of how to find you. "Director! I think I've got it! That necklace is one of a kind, and she wore it every day!"

"We already know that."

Fitz waved his hands around his head, finding the right words. "No, I mean yes, that's true. But it is the only one." Coulson kept waiting for the punchline to come. "If she was the only one to wear it, and it's one of a kind...we can scan for any trace elements that might be on her right now! She's the only one anywhere who would show that particular signature! This stuff emits a small radioactive particle, so she must be covered in it by now!"

Phil grimaced at the thought of you covered in radioactive materials from an alien world, not knowing its effects on you. "Okay, happy we can find her, sad that she may glow in the dark when the lights are off."

"Well, I don't think she would actually glow per se..."

"Fitz! Go, now."

He ran back to the lab as fast as he could, with Simmons already working on configuring the tracker. "This is gonna work, Jemm. It has to. I have to find her."

Two long hours later, it did work, and they were on their way to get you.

~~~

Ward had released your restraints and took you up on your offer to fight it out. He was on top of you, pinning you to the ground as you looked up at him. "Had enough, sweetheart?"

"I'm not your sweetheart, and I'm far from done, asshole." You rolled your head to the side and sunk your teeth deep into his wrist. He jumped up and away from you, holding his bleeding arm in front of him. "I'm sorry, that wasn't really an approved fighting technique, but useful nonetheless."

"Alright, bitch. You're dead." He grabbed his pistol from under his shirt and aimed at the center of your chest. You were ready; you straightened and steeled your resolve to look death in the face without fear. But he was hesitating, and you didn't know why.

"Are we doing this, or are we having performance issues over there?" You took a few steps closer to him as he adjusted his grip on the gun. "If it helps, I could come closer."

"Don't," he whispered, and you noticed his breaths were uneven and shallow.

"Grant, are you nervous? Is it too hard to kill me? Don't tell me you still have feelings for me in that black icy heart in there?"

"(Y/N), please, don't come any closer."

You were no more than a foot away from him now; close enough to see the slight tremor in his hands and the sweat on his brow. "You do, don't you?" you whispered softly.

He sucked in a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before letting it out. His shoulders slumped as he lowered his gun to his side. "Yes."

"That's too bad, baby." You brought your knee up and pulled his head down to smash into it with enough force to knock him out. Quickly dropping to the floor, you grabbed his two pistols and aimed them at the other guards in the room. "Back off!" You aimed one at Ward's head, "or I take out your fearless leader with one shot."

~~~

The sound of the jet landing on the roof was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, and your heart began to race knowing your team was finally nearby. Ward was still out cold and you had the other three guards tied together in the far corner. When the team stormed in to help you, they quickly relaxed at the sight of your handiwork.

"Looks like you've had a good day, (Y/N)," Coulson said as he surveyed the damage.

"I've kept myself busy, waiting for you to finally find me." He gave you a disbelieving look, but you kept on, "Please tell me you figured out how to track me from the signature left by the necklace. You did do that, right?"

"Yeah, you're welcome." He turned to Fitz before he made his way back to the jet, "she's all yours. Lovely as ever."

~~~

It was so long since you had enjoyed a shower that the water had barely warmed before you jumped back, thinking it was far too hot. The events of the past few days had your head pounding, and now you were subject to endless tests to check for radiation illnesses. As long as the science twins had it locked down, and knew there weren't any harmful effects from the necklace found so far, you weren't going to waste your energy on it.

You turned and leaned into the shower, letting the water run down your back, massaging your sore muscles and literally washing away stress. You weren't sure how long you were standing there, but when you looked at your hands, the fingertips were pale and wrinkled. It was time to get out.

Slowly turning the water off, your body wasn't ready to let this glorious moment go, but you had to get out sometime. Your freshly washed towel was still a bit warm, so you quickly wrapped it around your body to keep in your own heat. As you stepped out, your foot caught on the edge of the shower door, making you slip ever so slightly; but you released your towel so that you could grab the railing for support.

"Woah, shit!" The sound of your yell caught Fitz's attention and he ran in your direction. He reached the door quickly, throwing it open to be sure you were okay.

"(Y/N), are you...are...you..."

"Naked?" A small laugh escaped as you caught him, actually fainting at the sight of you. You thought that only happened in old black and white movies staring the current cinematic damsel in distress. "Damsel is right," you mumbled, trying to get him gently to the floor. "Fitz. Fitz, wake up." You quickly grabbed your towel and wrapped it around you again as to not repeat this whole issue when he finally woke up.

"Fitz, seriously, wake up!"

He stirred a bit, but didn't open his eyes; you saw an opportunity and decided to take it. Leaning over him, you gently pressed your lips against his. At first there was no reaction, but within seconds you felt him finally wake. He reached up to put his hands in your hair, pulling you in closer. The desperate kiss took your breath away; you pulled back to gather your air and to look at him.

"Fitz," you whispered, "that was...incredible. I didn't know you had it in you, to be honest."

"Oh, I think I may faint again.." he said as he closed his eyes, still laying on his back on the cold floor. "So I didn't imagine that?"

"No, I think not." The tone of the room became serious as his nerves began to build again, and you weren't having it. "I suppose it could have been some sort of syncopal hallucination, but there's only one way to be sure to disprove that."

"Do it again."

"Do it again," you agreed.

He sat up slowly, watching your face for any reaction that would indicate that he should stop. His hand gently touched your cheek, the other tucking a few strands of wayward hair behind your ear. "Do it again," he whispered as his lips finally connected to yours.