I OWN NOTHING!

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Lindsey stepped into the ballroom, Triplett's arm wrapped around her shoulder. From across the room, she could see May and Coulson entering across the room. It had been six months of missions like this. One after another, infiltrating HYDRA functions and taking out as many as they could. They were trying to cripple the HYDRA heads, that's what Lindsey had taken to calling them.

Fury had called them that morning to inform them that he was not in fact dead and that he knew where a large amount of traitor agents would be. May turned around the plane headed straight for London. They landed in the woods near one of Coulson's safe houses. On the kitchen table, there were boxes of next generation weapons and white boxes with designer labels on them. There was a note on the table, Lindsey picked it up.

"Enjoy from you know who," Lindsey read aloud. She opened a weapons box and pulled out a gun. She looked at it smiling and clicked a bullet in place.

"Damn," May muttered opening the lid of a white box. Lindsey put down the gun and peeked over her shoulder. Each box held either a dress for the girls paired with matching accessories or tuxedos for the men.

"Guess Hill made it out alive too," Lindsey commented. "There is no way Fury could've matched these shoes with this dress."

She pulled the dress in question out of the box and held it against her body. It was short and black. At the waist it flowed out into full a wide skirt. The bodice was made of the same material, but a layer of lace went over it creating an intricate design. It had short sleeves and Lindsey could already tell it was form fitting.

"That's definitely for you," Melinda stated handing her the box.

Melinda's dress was much simpler. It was a deep maroon and looked more professional than Lindsey's did.

And now there they were heavily armed and scanning the crowd for something. Lindsey didn't know what. Something suspicious she assumed. So far, nothing seemed out of place.

"Everything seems normal, I don't recognize anyone here," Lindsey said over her Comm.

"Copy that," Skye said over the Comm.

"We've been over this," Coulson said. "This isn't a spy movie; you don't need to say crap like that."

"It lightens the mood," Skye huffed over the network. It was very clear she would much rather be in the field with them.

That's when she saw him. Grant Ward. He was standing across the room and he saw her too. Lindsey's blood ran cold and she could feel her stomach drop. She knew what he had done. Killed countless loyal SHIELD agents, murdered civilians, killed Agent Hand, traded international secrets, the list went on. But the thing that made her hate him the most was that he had abandoned the team. Grant had lied to them all, deceived everyone; including her.

"I'm gonna go mingle and see if I can get a few secrets," Lindsey muttered to Triplett. Inhaling, she walked down the steps and walked over to the punch bowl. And that's when a bullet flew past her head. She looked over her shoulder to see who fired it. Garrett.

She fired at him as chaos erupted around. Lindsey dodged bullet after bullet being fired at her continuing to shoot. But her aim was off. Luckily for her she hit other HYDRA agents, just not the man trying to kill her.

"Skye," Lindsey shouted over the Comm. "Our cover had been compromised."

"Finding you a way out," Skye replied.

She watched May come up behind him and tackle him to the ground knocking the gun out of his hand. It skittered away from him.

"Go, Lindsey," Melinda shouted at her.

So she turned and sprinted away from them. Ward had slipped away and she needed to find him before he got away. Because of the chaos, it was easy for her to sneak out of a door. With her gun out, Lindsey walked down the hallway, her heels clicking silently against the tile.

At the end of the hallway, she found a door. Holding her gun with one hand, she jiggled the knob. It was locked. Exasperated, she took a step back. She did not have time for this. Without hesitating, she aimed at the knob and fired. The door swung open easily.

With her gun outstretched, Lindsey entered the room slowly. Ward was standing only feet away from her. They had guns trained on each other. Her expression was cold and menacing.
It made Grant hate himself even more, he never thought he'd be on the receiving end of that look.

"Lindsey," Grant said. She didn't move.

"What?" She asked. Her voice was shaky, like she had been hurt a lot in such a short period of time. Then, he realized she probably had.

"Don't look at me like that," he pleaded.

"Like what?"

"Like I'm your mark," he replied.

"You are my mark," she stated all emotion drained from her voice.

"You don't understand," Ward said desperately.

"What do I not understand?" Lindsey asked. "That you betrayed everyone. That you're a dirty agent and that I was stupid to trust you. No, I think that was pretty damn clear."

"I have my reasons," Ward replied.

"For what? Murdering all of those people. I didn't want to believe it when they told me, I thought they were lying to me. But you were the only one lying weren't you? You probably never even loved Skye."

"No, I did. I do," Ward said then he remembered he hadn't seen her in the ballroom. Fear washed over him. Garrett promised that she would be safe. "Where is she? Is she okay?"

"She's fine," Lindsey said not dropping her gun.

"Why isn't she in the field?"

"She's- She's on leave."

"Why?"

"Because she's pregnant, Grant," Lindsey replied.

"What?" he demanded.

"She's pregnant."

"How?"

"You know how," Lindsey said.

Grant didn't say anything. Couldn't say anything. Instead he dropped his gun and ran a hand through his hair. Skye, his Skye was pregnant. He knew it was his, after he killed the fake Clairvoyant, they had sex in the detention room. It was stupid, they had broken up shortly after Lindsey had left, but he still loved her. And then she kissed him after he not so subtly asked her out at the Hub. It was almost enough for him to stay, but he had to leave.

"Please, Grant," Lindsey pleaded. "I don't want to shoot you. Just tell me why. T-tell me why you're with HYDRA."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Grant replied.

"Try me," Lindsey said.

"They have my brother," Ward relented. "They said that if I didn't join HYDRA that they would kill him."

Lindsey gasped. He didn't know.

"Grant," Lindsey replied lowering her gun. "Your brother is dead. He died in a car accident over four months ago."

Lindsey and Fitz had gone to his funeral. They thought that maybe they could find Ward there. When that failed the gave up on finding him. All of them started to accept that he wasn't the man that everyone thought he was.

A large explosion shook the building and she pieces of the ceiling started to rain down on them. They had to get out.

"Grant," Lindsey said. "You have a choice. You can either come with me and we can forget the last two months. Or I can shoot you."

"It's not that simple."

"Yes it is," Lindsey replied. That's when another explosion erupted, this time part of the ceiling fell in blocking Lindsey from Grant.

"Lindsey, get the hell out of there," Melinda demanded over the Comm.

She obeyed running back down the hallway and toward the front door. Lindsey heard a gunfire and could feel a shooting pain fly through her whole body as a bullet dug into her shoulder. She stumbled letting out a scream and brought her hand back to the wound. But she didn't stop running. She didn't stop until she was out of the building and even then her rapid pace continued.

Lindsey wasn't sure where she was going, London was a big city that was unfamiliar to her. And after she got out of the building, her Comm. went silent. After a minute, she knew where she needed to go.

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