"Oh god Daryn, no." He moved back to her quickly. "I would never." Fitz sat across from her on the table. "You have friends." He showed her the message asking to make sure her apartment was safe. It was on code, asking someone to drop by to make sure the lights were on and that he thought the window may have been left open so to make sure no bugs got inside. "We want to keep you safe... away from who took you." He insisted.
Fitz waved his hand in a circular motion. "Right now, this place is the safest you can be. They can't see us here. And I am the last person who would turn you in." He reached out and touched her ID badge. "See this? Everyone who lives here has one." Even the guards had some sort of identification, just not with warning levels. "See me?" He showed his torso, the pockets of his pants. "I'm the only one who doesn't have one. And if the people who took you find out? I'm in big trouble." He placed a hand on hers, sportively. "You are one of the only people who know I'm here. I would never turn you in." And he was very grateful she hadn't done it to him.