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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 17:06:48 GMT -7
Jemma finally managed to stop the bleeding. Which is what she had been trying to do for a while, there wasn't even anything coming out of the wound. It meant now they could finally start to clear her up and stitch the wounds up. "You're not going to be able to do anything physical for a little bit"
Emily wanted to laugh. That meant no sex then. Her eyes moved over to the back of Caesar's head and she bit down on her lip before putting her eyes back in Jemma. "I'm sure I can survive not doing anything like that for a while" she muttered. In honesty she wasn't sure just how true that would be.
Jemma started opening up the surgical kit and looked it over, so there was string and a needle to sow up any wounds. Her hands shook at the thought of doing this but this was what she had been training to do. There was a difference between being in a classroom and doing it out in the real world.
Emily reached out and put her hand over Jemma's "I'll do that" she said softly and nodded. She knew that Simmons was nervous and the thought of putting her through that wasn't something she liked to think about and it wasn't the first time she had to do something like this. "Just as long as you can take a look at the other one" she nodded with a soft smile before taking the needle from her fingers.
Emily wiped the blood away from around the wound and then pushed the needle through the skin and started to sow herself back out. "Oh, fuck" she said and cleared her throat. It brought tears to her eyes and she pushed them back.
"Oh, god, I didn't need to see this" Fitz said and then turned his back on the two females who were helping each other out.
"Oh, Fitz" Simmons sighed and then rolled her eyes. "He was the same back at The Academy, never did like anything like this" she admitted and then smiled softly.
Emily wanted to laugh but she was in too much pain. Not everyone could actually deal with something like this, to her it was second nature, she had done things like this before. But nothing had been as big as when she was shot on her wedding day. But that was a story for another day and not right now. To her this was nothing, she would heal and have a scar. Add it to the millions of stories she tells for the others that she already has.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 17:35:00 GMT -7
Caesar keeps his head slightly inclined towards the open doorway, listening to the not-so-hushed conversation happening behind him. They're in the clear, at least for now, allowing for his attention to be divided between watching the sky and watching out for Emily. "Fitz," He calls out suddenly upon hearing his blatant disgust. He has to admit; this is the first time he's ever met a SHIELD agent, scientist or otherwise, who didn't like blood. Seems to him that of all the fears possible in this organization, that one wasn't all too common. Most agents have seen far too much blood. "Come up here, I could use your help."
Caesar reaches over to grab the phone from the copilot's seat, making space for Fitz to take a seat. He tucks the phone back into the pocket of his flight-suit with one hand, and clears his throat quietly. He gives Fitz a small smile as the man joins him up front, away from Emily's pained sounds and the bloody mess. Caesar is fighting the urge to make the kid fly the plane himself, if only just to be back there with her.
"There's no way we're going to fly all the way to HQ with her like this." He admits. That's a long four hours for someone who's shot and bleeding to spend strapped into an uncomfortable seat. They need rest, even just twelve hours of it, to get them all back onto their feet before they stumble into the Triskelion. "See if you can find somewhere nearby we can land and get her proper treatment." Caesar instructs, glancing back towards Fitz.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 18:06:23 GMT -7
Emily looked up when she heard Caesar's voice calling out for Fitz. Her brown eyes watching as the young scientist moved away from his spot and into the cockpit with Caesar and she dropped her eyes before she said softly to Simmons. "Not everyone can handle the sight of blood" she said and nodded. She was one of those people who had seen a lot of blood and could pretty much handle it. She went back to stitching herself up.
Fitz sat next to Caesar and he looked out the window. This was the first time he had been up in a quinjet and something told him that it probably wouldn't be the last. "I know that Simmons is trying her best but because we're in the quinjet there's nothing she can really do" he admitted. "I know there is a trauma centre but that's in Switzerland and Agent Clarke needs somewhere closer" he then put his fingers to his lip. "Oh, I know" he said and nodded. "There is Retreat" he admitted. "SHIELD has them dotted all over and I know there is one here in the UK, especially when Agents work over here a lot and It's like a little cottage type house and if any agents get into trouble then they go there and they can hide out"
Fitz was only aware of the place because he had been told that if anything was to happen here then that's where they were to go. "We might have to be in the air for a few more minutes but it will give Agent Clarke the rest that she needs but other than that she might need to go to a proper hospital but I don't think there is any need where we can put the quinjet down." He glanced back in the direction of Simmons and Amanda and watched as the blonde haired agent kept pulling the needle through her skin to close the wound up. In honesty he had to wonder how the hell she could even do that without anything in her system. She didn't even have any painkillers.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 18:40:17 GMT -7
"Perfect, that's perfect." Caesar replies with a grateful nod. It might not be a hospital or the trauma center, but it's better than the cramped confines of a jet. As long as Emily gets off of her feet and someplace safe, he doesn't care if it's an apartment block in downtown London. "You have the coordinates?" He asks, motioning with his chin towards the high-tech navigational system blinking on the panel of controls.
Before long, the quinjet is descending upon a small patch of grass outside of a quaint cottage. It looks more like something out a fairy tale than a safe house commissioned by SHIELD, but that's probably the point.
"Never learned about this when I was in training." Caesar comments as he powers off the plane, a little teasing despite the current situation. Most safe-houses in South America were shacks in the middle of nowhere, or fourth story apartments in more run-down parts of the bigger cities. The nicest place Caesar has ever stayed on a SHIELD dime was a casino in Beirut, but he'd nearly gotten shot while staying there. He guesses SHIELD has different protocols, different procedures, different benefits for each kind of agent, and he just happened to draw the short straw. "Figures." He mutters with a slight smile.
"We'll check the perimeter, sir." One of the guards exclaims as they hop out of the quinjet, guns in tow. Caesar huffs out a breath and runs his fingers back through his hair.
"Lot of good that'll do us." He rises from his seat and crosses to the back, right to Emily's side. "Can you stand?" He asks, already placing on hand on the back of her shoulder for support and holding out the other for her to take.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 18:56:45 GMT -7
Fitz smiles because he actually does have the coordinates. He gives them over and it's not long before they're landing outside of the cottage. To be honest this was actually one of the best looking places he had stayed in, maybe SHIELD really did like to keep these places quiet.
He smiled over at Caesar. "Maybe Fury has only just acquired it" he shrugged up a shoulder and moved from his own seat and back to the other two. "I see the Terminators are going" Fitz said sarcastically to Jemma and nudged his head towards the two guards that were leaving the quinjet.
"What are they doing on this flight anyway? They really hadn't been much use" Jemma sighed and then looked down at Emily who actually looked like she was getting ready to scream. Well this really had to break the ice for their first trip outside of The Academy. But she was sure that they could've been stuck with people who were a lot worse than the two they were with. Jemma grabbed the stuff they would need with him and nudged her head towards the door for them to slowly make their way to the cottage. After all only a SHIELD agent could open the door.
Emily looked up when she heard Caesar's voice and smiled slightly. She moved her hand into his, after he held it out. "I think so" she admitted. In the time it took them to get to wherever it was they were, she had managed to close up her wound and put a gauze on it. She slowly stood up and then put her arm around his neck and said in a soft and teasing whisper. "Simmons says I cant have sex for a while" she gave him a smile before they started moving off the quinjet. "Looks like I'm actually going to get more TV time in" she grinned softly and then looked up at where they were staying. "You brought us to Retreat?"
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 19:16:48 GMT -7
"Well that's a shame." Caesar teases in return, helping her to her feet. "I kind of liked having you in charge of me." He grins slyly.
They step out of the quinjet and down onto the pathway leading to the already-opened front door of the cottage, Caesar supporting Emily's weight. "Fitz' idea." He admits, glancing to the side as he watches the guards stalking around the premises, "How does everyone know about Retreat except for me?" He asks sarcastically, helping her through the doorway into the cottage. It's nice inside. Cozy, clean, and comfortable. Exactly the opposite of what Caesar is used to when SHIELD has a stamp on something.
Then again, his missions have never been the elite kind. They're always messy. After-the-fact. The kind of missions he's far too used to, having been a homicide detective in Miami for nearly as long as he's been an agent for SHIELD. They're horrible, and certainly not simple or easy, but he's not toppling governments or saving the world one mission at a time. It's probably why he doesn't have his own tower or a perfectly tailored black suit either.
Caesar walks with Emily until they find a bedroom, and helps her lie down on the mattress where she's less likely to tear out her newly acquired stitches.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 19:33:51 GMT -7
Emily wanted to laugh when he teased her but she was sure that if she did then she was more than likely to open up her stitches and that was the last thing that she needed. Especially when she had trouble doing them in the first place. The pain killers that Jemma had given her was now starting to set in and she was feeling tired and relaxed which was the complete opposite of what she had been feeling on the quinjet. She had felt agitated and in pain.
"Retreat is to help out any SHIELD agent who is in trouble but it's only an agent that can actually open the door, it stops other people from getting in so really it's a safe, safe, house" she said and then bit down on her lip.
They moved into the cottage and she could hear Fitzsimmons saying something about having tea. She could do with a strong coffee right about now but at the same time she just wanted to be in a bed back home, possibly with Caesar in it next to her. They moved til they found a bedroom and he helped her lie down on the mattress. Emily slowly brought her legs up and then looked up at him. This was the first time he had ever put her in bed, he had gone to bed with her, but never had to actually help her to bed.
Emily's brown eyes looked over him before a smile settled on her face and she put her eyes on his face. "You should get that cut sorted out" she said and nudged her head, albeit carefully, towards where the blood was. "After all, don't need those brains leaking out" she said in a tease before letting a grin pull at her lips. They had this weird relationship where they could tease each other and still end up smiling. It definitely was a long way from where they had been in the beginning. Emily hadn't wanted to go on a mission with him but right now she was so glad that Fury had put them together.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 19:55:45 GMT -7
Caesar presses his knuckles into the mattress at her side, looking down at her as she settles on the bed. She looks more relaxed now. Less pained. Less anxious. It calms him as well, even if he knows that it's taking a couple powerful pain killers to get her in the state she's currently in. At least she's not in agony. At least she's fine. The shirt she's wearing is ruined and torn, but they'll worry about that after she sleeps off the morning's events.
He stands up straight to grab the extra blanket folded at the edge of the mattress, letting it unfurl as he holds it up. A smile breaks across his lips at her tease, glad to know that her sense of humor is still in tact. Even if she isn't really at the moment. "My brains will stay right where they are." He promises, spreading the blanket out across her. "Can't fly a plane without 'em." He smiles a little more, bending over the bed to leave a small, chaste kiss on her forehead. After a moment, he pulls away, brown eyes glancing over her face briefly. "Get some sleep. You busted your ass enough for one day." He stands straight once more and felt at his pockets for his phone. "I'll make sure nothing burns down." He muses, taking slow steps backwards out of the bedroom, a crooked smile filling the corners of his mouth.
It's the least he can do.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 20:16:30 GMT -7
Emily lets a sleepy smile pull at her lips when he says about the fact that his brain will stay right where they were. Well if he was sure that they would. She cuddles, or at least as best as she could, into the blanket that he put over her. Everything that she had been feeling before had been pushed away along with the pain in her side. Emily felt pretty high right now but at least it would allow her to get some rest without the constant pain in her side, there would be enough time for the over the next few days.
She closed her eyes when he kissed he forehead before she opened her eyes back up and looked at him. "None of this was meant to happen" she said softly after he said about her busting her ass for the day. It was only a recon mission and nothing even resembling a combat one. If she had know that she would've packed more stuff, made sure that they were all trained to use a weapon and she probably would've got another pilot. The last thing she wanted was for him to have been in the middle of that but he was there. Protecting her ass just like he usually did.
"Caesar" she said softly and set her brown eyes on him as he started to move out of the bedroom. "Thank you" Emily gave him a smile before she moved her eyes away and closed them up. She had wanted him to stay with her, even if she had said about getting his cut seen, but Fitzsimmons was in the cottage too and they were meant to be keeping their fling on the download but right now she wanted to throw that out the window.
The darkness was pulling her down and she was happy to give into it just as long as she got a few hours of pain free sleep.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 20:31:46 GMT -7
He pauses at the door when she calls his name, one hand on the knob, and glances back at her over his shoulder. A faint smile ticks at the corners of his lips. "You're welcome, Em." He murmurs quietly. He steps out of the bedroom and closes the door behind him.
A slow sigh falls from his mouth and he pauses for a moment outside of the door, back and head pressing into the wood. The adrenaline has gradually worn itself down, leaving his head aching and his muscles exhausted. He unzips the flight suit down to his waist, letting the fabric shrug off of his shoulders and hang down around his hips, exposing the white sleeveless tee beneath. He presses himself away from the door, and walks on leaden feet towards the kitchen, grabbing a dishtowel as he passes. He wets it beneath the sink faucet, bunches it in his fist, and scrubs at the blood dry and cracking on the side of his face. His skull still hurts, a small scrape clearly marking the space between his temple and his brow, but washes it clean regardless of the pain.
"Perimeter is clear, sir." One of the guards speaks from the doorway of the kitchen, his rifle strapped casually around his shoulder.
"Take a breather." Caesar tells him, twisting the dishcloth around and wetting it once more. "We're going to be here for a while."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 20:48:36 GMT -7
"So, this is what a Retreat place looks like?" Jemma said as she sat down in one of the chairs opposite Fitz, who seemed happy to be putting his drones back in their rightful place.
"I doubt that all of them look like this" he admitted and brought his eyes up to look at her. "Some of them probably are in such a state that no one will ever go near them, while on the inside it's set out in a way that only a SHIELD agent would be able to handle". His eyes moved towards the direction of the bedroom that both Caesar and Amanda had disappeared too. "Do you think she's really going to be okay?" he asked and sat back in his seat unaware of the fact that Caesar was in the kitchen.
"I think she's going to need a lot of bed rest but that's wishful thinking on a SHIELD part especially when Fury doesn't seem to really like it when agents take time off" Jemma took a sip of her tea before putting the cup down on the dining room table. "But if you mean whether or not I think she's going to pull through then yeah, she seems pretty tough and the bullet went straight through but I did worry about the fact that there was just so much blood" She put her leg up underneath her and then looked towards the dining room window. "Plus her and Caesar seem pretty close so I think he will keep an eye out for her"
"Like you and me, huh?" Fitz said with a smile.
"Yes Fitz, just like you and me" she smiled back at him before squeezing his hand gently and then looking back at the box that he was putting his drones back in too.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 21:03:11 GMT -7
Caesar dries his face off as he leaves the kitchen, already feeling better without the sticky blood clinging to his cheek. He's going to have a bruise. He can already feel it forming beneath the surface of his skin, tender and swollen; a perfect excuse for Poe to follow through on his repeatedly promised I-Told-You-So. He might not have been the one who got shot, but Poe makes good on his promises regardless. At this point, Caesar will be a little thankful for Poe's stupidly smug face.
"How you two holding up?" He asks as he steps into the dining room, catching sight of Fitzsimmons once again at each others side like twins. They go well together. A better, more functional team than even he and Poe sometimes, and it didn't take him very long to figure that out. It's good, he thinks. The best way to survive SHIELD is to have someone you can trust by your side always, and the pair of them seem unlikely to break apart any time soon. They both stand a better chance because of it. "Did you expect your first field mission to go like this?" He smiles a little, pulling out one of the chairs and sitting heavily into it, back pressing into the wood frame.
His brown eyes fall on the drones that Fitz is packing carefully into the case, almost as if they really were hobbits.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 21:22:18 GMT -7
Jemma looks up when Caesar comes into the room and she moves her hand away from Fitz's before grabbing her cup of tea and taking a drink of it once more. "I think I will be much better once I know we're going to be back in the States" she admitted with a soft smile.
Fitz looked up when he asked about whether they expected their first field mission to be like that. He then settled his eyes on Jemma and cleared his throat before shaking his head slightly as if telling Jemma not to say anything.
"Fitz, he's going to find out anyway" she admitted and then sighed before putting her eyes on Caesar. "We're not actually meant to be field agents, we both applied to the Triskelion and we were successful but then the next thing we know we're being asked to go on a mission to England with Agent Clarke and it was only meant to be a recon mission and we both said yes but if we knew that it was going to be something other than that, well... they should've got someone in more qualified to be out in the field"
"And given Agent Clarke more back up than the three idiots that she had been provided with" Fitz nodded. "But at least she had you to keep an eye on her"
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 21:38:56 GMT -7
Caesar arches his brows at them as the truth comes spilling out, and he can't help the amused smile that spreads across his mouth. Just his luck that the mission he's technically not authorized to be on also contains two agents who were never supposed to be out in the field in the first place either.
Emily seems to be collecting quite a handful of renegade agents. Poe would be furious.
Caesar parts his lips and inhales deeply, his body leaning forward off of the frame of the chair so he can rest his elbows on his knees. "She might not have." He admits coyly with a slow shrug of his shoulders upwards, looking at the two of them with the smile still tugging on his lips. "Truth is, I'm not supposed to be here either." He lets his shoulders drop once more and claps his hands together softly at the revelation. "But," He rolls his eyes a little and glances away for a brief second towards the closed door to her room. "I'm glad I was."
This could have gone a lot worse if she'd been left without back-up.
Caesar's gaze returns to the pair of them. "Don't worry about your qualifications." He tells them with a shake of his head. "The two of you did a lot better out there than the three agents who probably have years of experience. Em- Agent Clarke," He corrects himself quickly. "Would still be bleeding out if it wasn't for you." Caesar gives Simmons a pointed look. "And we wouldn't have found this place without you." He turns his attention towards Fitz. "So I think I owe you both a drink when we get stateside."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 21:55:24 GMT -7
Jemma raises her eyebrow when Caesar admitted that he wasn't supposed to be there and then laughed softly. "Oh, god, there is probably someone back at HQ right now looking for their missing Quinjet" she shook her head and then looked towards the window. So all three were on a mission that they weren't supposed to be on. She hoped that Fury knew exactly what he was doing.
Fitz crossed his arms over each other and leaned them against the table while he listened to Caesar talking. "Why?" he asked and looked up at him. "I mean I know why we are here, Fury wanted us to be, and we know why Agent Clarke is here because it's her mission but if you weren't supposed to be here then why did you decide to do it?"
"Fitz" Jemma sighed and then rolled her eyes. They did seem pretty close, especially with the way he was with her. Other than her and Fitz, she hadn't really seen any other agents who were close until she saw Amanda and Caesar. She was sure that another agent wouldn't have gone back into another building just to make sure that they got out. But what did she really know about SHIELD agents on field missions? Especially when they were meant to have been for the Triskelion.
A smile then pulled at Jemma's lips. "A drink would be lovely when we get back home" she admitted and then nodded.
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