A/N: Spoilers for season five. Fitz's point of view in the first moments after the team is taken. Title taken from the season premiere.

Fitz held his hands up by his head, just about in unison with Jemma, as the authorities came to arrest them all. Here we go, he thought.

It was like he blinked, but even faster. The next thing he knew his hands were still in the air by his head, and he was still sitting at the counter of the diner – but he was the only one.

He slowly lowered his hands, looking around. The plates were still on the counter, but all the seats that had been filled a second ago were completely empty. His team was nowhere in sight. "What the hell happened?" he asked himself in a whisper.

The entire diner was empty, but that was the only normal thing about the situation. The workers and other people had all fled when the authorities showed up. But for every member of the team to be gone except him…

"What the hell!" he shouted to the empty room.

He ran out the front door, desperately looking around for a sign, though he knew there wouldn't be one. Obviously some sort of inhibitor had been used on him, to keep him from noticing what was happening as everyone else was taken… somewhere. Actually thinking about it, he realized some sort of inhibitor had probably been used on all of them, to make them easier to abduct. But where were the others? And why wasn't he with them? He stopped moving as a serious thought occurred to him. How much time had passed since they'd been taken?

It hadn't felt like any, but it had to be at least a few minutes. Which meant he was way behind in finding them. He didn't have time to worry about why he'd been left here. He had to act while there was still a possible trail to follow.

He pulled out his phone and punched in Jemma's number, hoping to track its location. Even if their phones had been taken away, it might tell him where they'd been, or who was behind this. He activated the search feature, biting his lip as he anxiously waited for it to finish its search.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was the one who'd messed up. If anyone should be in trouble, it was him. Yet here he was, safe at a diner while his friends were who knows where, facing who knows what.

Unless this didn't have anything to do with the LMDs. Government agencies would have just arrested them. This had been something very high tech, and eerily quiet. The government would have never been that quiet.

"It's something else." He said to himself.

The tracking finished, and he saw that Jemma's phone wasn't too far from the diner he was in now. Maybe she was there too, though he tried to keep his hopes from getting too high. The phone being on could probably be luck, but he and Jemma never seemed to have good luck for long. It might be a trap. He was going to go anyway. "I don't know what's going on yet, Jemma, but I promise," he said, walking in the direction of the tracking signal, "I'm working on it."