Ward watched as Skye gritted her teeth and shut her eyes against the latest onslaught of torture her captors were administering. She screamed – a sound so raw that he had to look away from the monitor.
'Dammit!" he growled. "Fitz, we need a location! Where is she?"
The younger agent fumbled and stuttered trying to find a way to get to their lost team member. Grant knew that he would need to apologise to Fitz at some point for snapping at him, but that would have to wait. Right now, Skye was his only priority. He had to get to her, he had to save her, and most of all, he needed to inflict pain upon the bastards that were doing this to her.
It was a simple reconnaissance mission. They were just supposed to surveil the building for a few hours, monitor who went in and who came out and be done with it. But Skye. Stupid, stupid Skye had to get out of the van for a bathroom break. And he let her. He may as well have handed her over to them right there and then; and now, he was standing here, helpless to do anything for her, while another scream ripped from her lungs.
Why didn't she just tell them what they wanted?! He'd heard the questions they'd been interrogating her with, she knew the answers. She could have told them everything they wanted to know. But she wasn't saying her word, and she wouldn't. He could see it, right there in her eyes; never mind the pixilated quality of the video feed, he could still see that look – a look of resolve, and absolute determination. She wasn't telling them anything, and she would pay the price for it.
He wanted desperately to walk away, to leave the room, anything to escape the sound of her suffering. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't leave her. He might not be there with her, but he couldn't live with himself if he abandoned her again. No, he had to stay. When he got her back (and it would be "when". No way in hell would he settle for an "if" in this situation) he would be kicking her training up a notch.
He'd slacked off after the incident with Miles; even though she'd apologised numerous times, and meant it, her betrayal still stung – and as a result he tried to be around her as little as possible. And in those moments when he had no other choice, he was silent. If it wasn't mission related, it didn't need saying. And now, because of his negligence, she had been captured. If he had just kept up with her training, she could've fought them off; she could've gotten back to the van, back to him.
He brought his focus back to the monitor. She was passing out, he could see it. Her eyes were glazing over and her breaths were becoming more and more shallow. He was torn – it comforted him to know that there was little they could do to hurt her while she out, but he also knew without a doubt that her time was running out. They needed to get to her. Now.
He turned back to Fitz, ready to yell at him for not working fast enough – but the Scotsman beat him to it. "We've got her."
Ward didn't say anything. He'd thank Fitz later – after he apologized. Right now, he had to get to Skye. As he rushed to get the vehicle, he pulled out his weapon and made sure he was ready for action. "Hold on" he thought, "I'm coming for you".