Skye and Ward were playing battleship in the lounge, Fitz-Simmons were down in the Lab working on a night-night grenade, Coulson was in his office on the phone, and May was taking a shower. They had been up late the past couple of days and were happy to have the morning to relax.

"B6" Skye asked as she stared at Ward trying to read his expression.

"How-?"

"Say it! Come on Ward. You gotta say it!" She jeered at him knowing what she's done.

"You sunk my battleship." He said as he shot her a fake glare.

"Yeah!" She called out and started giggling

"How do you do that?"

"Magic" Was her only response.

Just then Coulson entered the lounge and looked around the room. He seemed to notice the missing members of the team and went to retrieve them. When he came back, May was changed and her hair was still wet, and Fitz was playing with a grenade shell and Simmons was looking at her notes.

"We have an 0-8-4. May, change the course to Moscow. We're meeting up with Black Widow and Hawkeye on scene. It'll be an 8 hour flight. Strap in." He announced and then quickly left to alert the Russian police of their arrival.

8 hours later they touched down at a Russian airport and went to the rendezvous point. They found Black Widow and Hawkeye in plainclothes waiting at a cafe near the airport.

"Hey Nat. Clint." Ward said as Natasha ran up and hugged him tight. Clint clapped him on the back and went to greet the rest of the team.

She hadn't seen Nat or Clint for years, and they looked good. They finally got together and they were so happy, Skye knew they would end up together, even in the Academy.

She was caught off guard by Natasha's blitzed hug. Natasha leaned back and said

"It's great to see you Skye. I missed you."

Skye was happy to see Nat, who was an old friend she hadn't seen in years. "You too Nat."

"Yeah. You and your team are a popular subject lately." Clint spoke up from where he had sat back down.

"Okay. The 0-8-4's signal was traced to three locations. The first is a warehouse 10 blocks south of here. Ward and Skye take that one. The next is a country villa just outside the city. Romanov and Barton, you take that one, and May, Fitz-Simmons and I'll take that Apartment across from the train station. We'll check our locations and report back in two hours."

"Got it." May said as she herded Fitz-Simmons to the SUV.

"All clear." Nat said as she turned towards Clint.

"Sure thing." Ward said as he nodded to the bus to get the TAC gear. Skye nodded her understanding and they walked into the armory and suited up.

"You good babe?" Ward asked Skye after he had finished putting his gear on and gathering his weapons.

"Yeah. I'm good." She said as she slid her knife into her boot and kissed him quickly.

Once they got to the warehouse they devised an entry plan. Skye would go in through the front and Ward would enter through the alley, in case there were guards. Skye opened the alley door and softly closed it. She made her way down the hallway and opened the first door. Nothing. Then she did the same with all the other doors until she had one left.

"Last door. So far all clear. Go through the front door. I used the alley door." She whispered into her headset.

"I told you not to use the alley door. I was going to take it. Be careful, Skye." Ward replied.

She opened the door and searched the room and found it to be empty. Skye finished her section so she should go meet up with Ward.

"All clear on my en-" Skye was cut off by something hitting her in the head and then everything went black.

He heard Skye say something and then heard her cry out and what sounded like her body hit the floor.

"Skye? Babe, answer me! Skye!" Ward yelled into the headset as he ran to her last known location. He found her headset broken and a small pool of blood on the floor.

"Coulson. We have a problem. Skye's been taken." Ward said somberly as he bends down to examine the blood. He follows the small blood trail down the hallway, into the alley and then it stops by a pair of tire tracks. They put her in the car or van. They waited for them. A trap.

"Ward, we're on our way. I called Barton and Romanov. They're en route. We will find her." Coulson promised the specialist, who he knew was in love with his partner, even if he didn't show it around the team, they all knew. Those two specialists have had it bad since the Academy.

"Ward?" Nat called as soon as she hopped out of the truck.

"Nat?" Ward yelled from inside the warehouse. Hoping it was loud enough for her to hear.

"What happened?" She asked hesitantly. She knew he loves her. They all went through the Academy together. Skye and Nat were partners for years. She was worried about her too.

"I was on the other side of the building. She came in the alley. She cleared this room and then I heard her cry out and I-" His voice broke and he couldn't finish the sentence.

"Okay man. She's still alive. This isn't a lot of blood. We can find her." Clint said trying to give his friend something to focus on other than the worst case scenarios.

"Yeah. I should have gone in through the alley. She was supposed to take the front. She'd still be here if she took the front. She didn't listen." He said dropping his head into his hands.

"Do not blame yourself, Grant. It isn't your fault. Okay. They waited. It was an ambush. You couldn't have stopped it." Natasha said looking into his dark brown eyes.

"Yeah, but it would be me they have right now. I can handle it. It should be me. If she just listened to me she'd be here." He just sat there with his eyes glassing over as he shut down.

"Let's get him to the car, Nat. Coulson will know what to do." Clint said as he grabbed Ward's arm and took his weight.

Skye woke up tied to a metal chair that was in the middle of a dimly light warehouse. She had a massive headache and her headset was gone. She glanced around the room trying to get a bearing on where she was.

"Agent Skye. So glad you could join us." A man with a heavy Russian accent said as he stepped forward.

"Where am I?" She asked knowing he would never tell her.

He laughed a deep, hoarse laugh and said "You're in hell, Agent Skye." and then he motioned for two men to hold her in place. "Answer my questions and you shall be granted a quick death. Don't answer and well, let's say it will not be pleasant. Fair, no?" He asked her.

"Go. To. Hell." She spoke each word slowly.

"Agent, I told you that you were already in hell." He laughed and then hit her in the face, repeatedly, and one last hard punch had her blinking until there was just darkness.

Skye woke up sometime later with a burning headache. She looked around and caught a glimpse of movement. The man came up behind her and placed something hot against her shoulder and all she could do was scream as it burned onto her skin. A familiar voice said:

"Tell Grant a message: You don't leave HYDRA, and certainly not for some girl. You are nice to look at for a SHIELD agent. I see the appeal, but it doesn't seem worth it in the long run."

John Garrett! Skye was then injected with a sedative and she passed out shortly after that.