Running and hiding

It had only taken a few minutes, but Jemma was completely lost. She had been rushing through the corridors, changing direction and going into rooms whenever she heard someone coming towards her. The result was that no one else had yet discovered her, but she didn't know where she was or where her current corridor was leading her.

At the sound of footsteps, Jemma pushed open the nearest door and ducked inside, then waited for the person to pass by. She was in someone's quarters, looking at a simple single bed, a foot locker, and a cupboard. An adjoining door stood open, leading to a small bathroom. Jemma smiled- whoever this room belonged to, they would have clothes!

Jemma's smile faded as the door of the room began to open. Jemma turned to it in shock, realising she was not hidden by it this time, and was only not seen because the agent in the doorway had paused to talk to someone. Jemma threw herself to the floor, wincing at the cold metal across her bare back and buttocks as she wriggled under the bed.

The agent in the doorway said goodbye to their friend and entered the room, revealing herself to be a busty blonde woman. As Jemma tried not to make any sound, not to even breathe, the woman closed the door and walked across the room. She opened the bathroom door and turned on the shower, then stood in the bedroom and unzipped her jumpsuit. When she got to her shoulder harness she unclipped it and dropped it to the floor by the bed, so close to Jemma's ear it was a real effort not to jump. Then Jemma watched as the woman peeled off the garment, dropping it to the floor and standing in lacy red bra and panties. In the sheer underwear, the agent picked up a hairbrush and sat on the bed. The thin mattress bulged towards Jemma with a creak and she again suppressed an exclamation. She could hear the sound of the agent brushing her hair above her.

There came a sudden knock on the door.

"Agent O'Neill?" a voice called. The blonde woman stood, wrapped a thin silk robe over her underwear, and went to the door. Jemma couldn't see the person on the other side, but she heard their voice, "Commander Hill needs you on the bridge."

"I just finished my shift!" O'Neill replied.

"I know, but she said they're approaching the target zone ahead of schedule, she needs you back at your station."

"I'm on my way." O'Neill replied with a sigh. She closed the door, dropped her robe and stepped back into her jumpsuit. With a litle grunt of effort she pulled the tight-fitting uniform over her body, then looked around.

Then she bent to the floor to pick up her harness, and paused. She had seen Jemma's naked shoulder.

Easing down slowly, O'Neill brought her head down to the floor level, and looked directly at Jemma.

"Er... Hi?" Jemma smiled awkwardly, "You know, it's a funny story..."

O'Neill jumped up, and hit a button on the wall.

"Intruder alert! Intruder alert!" blared from speakers as Jemma pulled herself out from her hiding place.

"No, please!" Jemma exclaimed, climbing to her feet and holding up her hands, "I just needed some clothes, and I came in here to hide and..."

"You can explain it all from the brig." O'Neill turned to her footlocker to pick up her gun, and Jemma decided it was best to leave. She turned to the door and threw herself through it. She could hear running footsteps from one direction, so went in the other.