"Skye, are you sure this is the right place?" Jemma said as she stepped out of the van and stared up at the rambling Victorian house in confusion. This looked like someone's home, not a business.

Skye looked at the directions on her phone again. "This is the address, and there's the sign. LaRues. This is it. Let's go." She started up the walk to the door, with Jemma, Fitz and Trip following behind her. She couldn't believe they were here to get a straightjacket for AC. And if it was the GH 325, how long would it be until she needed a straightjacket too?

A bell jingled as they opened the door and stepped inside.

"Skye…." Jemma's eyes went large as she took in the front room of the store. Lingerie, handcuffs and was that a display case filled with x-rated deserts?

"This isn't a medical supply store." Trip said. "Skye, I thought you talked to these people and they said…"

"The lady I talked to on the phone said they had straightjackets." Skye said with a wince. A sex store. If AC found out that she had brought Jemma and Fitz to a sex store…. She wasn't entirely sure that Fitz wasn't still a virgin. "She sounded like she was eighty. I didn't think…"

"They have food. That's good." Fitz didn't look up from the desert display as he spoke. "We can get something to go, right? Because what Koenig served last night was not desert."

Before Skye could say anything about how bad bringing home x-rated food would be, the tiniest woman she had ever seen came bustling in, tray of cookies in hand.

"Can I help you? I'm Effie LaRue." Eighty. Well, she had been right, the woman was at least eighty but apparently being a senior citizen didn't mean you were opposed to working in a sex store. And apparently being eighty didn't mean you had to dress eighty either because the little woman had red streaks running through her fluffy, grey hair.

"I called a few hours ago?" Skye said. "I was looking for a straightjacket?"

"I remember. Is it for one of you? We offer a custom fit option." Effie said as she held out the tray of cookies in response to Fitz's hungry expression.

"It's for our boss. We have his size. Regular jacket size works for a straightjacket, right?" Skye said since Jemma seemed too horrified by where she had found herself to speak, Fitz was busy eating, and Trip, he had worked with John Garrett, why was being in a sex store shocking him?

"That should do for a start." Effie said. "Straightjackets are down the hall, second door on the right. My niece is somewhere in the back dusting if you need any help. Take your time looking. There will be chocolate smores bars in a few minutes if you're hungry."

"Fitz, why don't you wait here for the bars?" Trip finally shook himself out of his shock at the store they had ended up in. "Jemma…"

"You might need help with sizing." Jemma winced, not really wanting to go any further, but feeling she had to. She followed the other two agents, keeping her eyes partially closed as they headed down the hall.

Eyes closed, even partially, not a good idea, Jemma realized a few minutes later, wandering around the house that was really much bigger than it seemed, totally lost amongst the small rooms and alcoves. But all of the merchandise…. She felt her face turning red as she ducked her head, and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground after plowing right into someone and sending them tumbling.

"I am so sorry!" Jemma exclaimed. "Are you alright? I am so sorry and…." But then the woman turned and she saw her face. Faster than she thought possible, she was on her feet and fleeing, shrieking as she went.

"Jemma?" Skye and Trip appeared in the hall in front of her, stopping her flight. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Are you okay?" Trip asked. "You look like you just saw a ghost!"

"I did! Agent Hand! I just saw Agent Hand's ghost! She's come back to haunt us!"