Re: FitzSimmons, open
"I can't tell if you're more upset about the assignment it self and why we were assigned it, or the fact that I didn't come to you as soon as it happened because I was trying to keep you from having a bullet put in your head, or mine for that matter!" She sounded very serious. "I didn't want to keep it from you, but I'm rather certain that he was watching me and I wasn't willing to jeopardize your safety!" It had been something she'd been worried about. Her safety. His safety.
Still... there was a job to do. And nothing to do but do the job. Jemma watched a the Golden Retrievers fly out of their carrying case and led Fitz towards the diner. Once they were situated, Jemma took out her own readout equipment (which looked like a tablet) and tried to relax a bit. "You know it could be worse," she said after their waitress had walked away. "We could be stuck in the lab doing nothing..." She was trying she really was. She didn't feel bad for this assignment, but she knew she should have told him sooner...