"What's this?" Melinda asked, looking at the hunk of metal resting on the table.

"A piece of HYDRA technology," Jemma responded. "We don't know what it does yet though."

"Is it safe?"

"That's what the gloves are for."

Not feeling very reassured, but still needing something to do, Melinda pushed her scalpel passed wires. "It looks like a drone," she observed.

"It does," Jemma agreed. "But we haven't been able to find a camera."

As Jemma poked and prodded, Melinda let her mind wander back to Skye. She knew how dangerous field work could be, and she couldn't help but be worried. Skye grounded her, and she didn't know if she could handle it if she didn't come back.

A red light caught Melinda's eye, and she moved to poke it with her scalpel. "What's that?" she asked.

Working with Jemma, the two cleared the wires and broken bit of material to uncover a microphone. Jemma cut the wires, and the red light went off. "Has HYDRA been listening to us this whole time?"

Jemma's face paled. "It seems we fell right into their trap."

"What did they hear?" Melinda asked worriedly.

"Bobbi was around it when she told me about the mission she was going on with Skye."

Melinda turned and ran.

Skye was able to shoot down two before taking a bullet to the arm. The pain was agonizing, but she managed to shoot down the agent who shot her. Behind her, Bobbi had two on the ground, taken out with her clubs. "You're bleeding!" she called out.

"It's just my arm," Skye assured her. She ripped off a bit of her shirt and wrapped it around the wound. "There will be more coming. We need to go."

Bobbi nodded and turned back to the scientists. "Are you two hurt?" They both shook there head. "Let's go."

Bobbi led the way back through the woods with Skye and the two scientists close behind. They stayed close to the tire tracks so as not to get lost, but Skye was on high alert, listening for the sound of any approaching HYDRA agents and looking over her shoulder.

As they walked, Skye wondered about May and hoped she was doing ok. For someone who had lost their memory, she was doing surprisingly well. No one would be surprised if she had a meltdown, but she kept herself calm and collected for the most part.

Now, Skye was focused on making it back to her. She swore to help her through this difficult time. She couldn't even imagine what it must be like to wake up and suddenly lose seven years of her life. Skye tried to imagine if she had been the one who had woken up with erased memories. Seven years ago, she was still a hacktivist. To find out that she had joined with SHIELD, the enemy, would bring her entire world down.

"There's the plane!" Bobbi shouted as both the plane and cabin came into view.

"Come on," Skye urged the scientists, breaking into a run. She heard bullets firing at her from the woods. "Go!" she shouted, drawing her own gun and firing at her hidden assailants. It worked. Looking to make sure that everyone else had made it safely on the plane, Skye turned and sprinted towards it, hearing bullets whizz passed her ear and land near her feet.

Once inside, Skye waisted no time in closing the door. Bobbi started up the jet, and Kinler and Reese sat down and buckled themselves in. The quinjet took to the skys. Skye made her way to the cockpit, sitting next to Bobbi. "That was too close."

"I agree," Bobbi replied. "They knew we were coming."

"But how?" Skye asked.

"Maybe it was just luck on their part. Or maybe we have a mole."

Melinda's feet knew the way to Coulson's office. As she ran, other agents stared oddly at her, but she had bigger priorities. She needed to get to Phil and warn Skye.

What would Melinda do if something happened to Skye now? She had no idea. She barely knew the other agent, but she already cared for her deeply. It had to be her stolen memories trying to resurface.

When she reached Phil's office, she banged on the door mercilessly until it opened up. A look of concern was on Phil's face as he took in Melinda's flushed face and out-of-breathness. "Melinda?" he asked softly. "Is everything alright?"

"No," Melinda responded between pants. "You know that drone Jemma's been working on?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Phil asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"It has a listening device in it. HYDRA knows about Skye and Bobbi's mission."

An untrained eye might not have noticed the fear in Phil's face, but this was Melinda, his best friend. She could read him all too easily, and the fact that he was scared scared her.

"We need to warn them, if we're not already too late."

Melinda's stomach rolled with anxiety as images of Skye hurt filled her head. She couldn't bare to lose the other agent; not now. Skye was her anchor, and Melinda felt herself floating away.

Phil hurried back to his desk and turned the com link on. "Skye? Bobbi? Come in."

"Agent Skye here, we have the scientists."

The voice on the radio made Melissa collapse to the floor with relief.

"Thank God," Phil replied. "Did you run into any trouble? HYDRA knew you were coming. They've been spying on us."

"Hmm, well that would explain the ambush," Skye replied nonchalantly.

Melinda's heart skipped a beat. Ambush? Was Skye okay? Was she hurt?

"Glad you got out of there safe," Phil replied. "Are our scientists okay."

"A little shaken," Bobbi answered. "But they're okay. You should prepare medical. Skye got shot in the arm."

Melinda made a choked noise. Skye was hurt, and she hadn't been there to protect her.

"Will do," Phil replied. "We'll see you soon."

Melinda stood and brushed herself off. With a shaky voice, she said, "I wanna go back into the field."

Phil looked up in shock. "But- your memories! Are you sure you're ready."

"I'm certain," Melinda responded. "I need to be able to protect my team."

"If your certain, I'd be happy to put you back into field work," Phil said. "Just, be careful, okay?"

Melinda nodded. "I will be."

"So," Bobbi said, turning her attention to Skye. "How's May doing?"

"Honestly, she's doing surprisingly well for someone who's had seven years of memories temporarily erased," Skye replied. "If it were me, I would be totally freaking out."

"Same," Bobbi agreed. "I can't imagine waking up one day and realizing everything I know is gone."

Skye considered this. Before Bahrain, Coulson had told her that Melinda had been warm, and now Skye was seeing that side of her. Their relationship had completely changed, and Skye couldn't help but feel guilty that she liked it. Skye liked to feel needed, and she cared deeply for her former trainer.

"You must care about her a lot," Bobbi said, watching the storm pass over Skye's face.

"I do," she said. "The whole team's like family to me."

"But there's something deeper there," Bobbi continued. "Something special that only the two of you have."

Skye blushed and smiled. It was true that she had a special kind of attachment to Agent May. She couldn't describe it, but she felt it, especially when the two of them were alone. It was as if Skye's entire world stopped spinning and May was the only thing that mattered.

"What's our ETA?" Skye asked. She was anxious to get back to May and make sure she was okay. Plus, her arm hurt like hell, and she wanted it treated.

"About thirty more minutes," Bobbi replied.

Skye unbuckled her seatbelt and move to the back of the plane. She sat across from the scientists. "You guys aren't hurt?" she asked.

"No," Reese replied. "They had us captive in that dark room tied together, so other than a little rope burn, we're fine."

Kinler smirked. "Honestly, you should be worried about yourself. You're the one who got shot."

Skye laughed. "Yeah, I suppose so," she replied.

"Listen," Reese said. "Thank you for coming to save us."

"Did you know it was going to be a trap?" Kinler asked.

"No," Skye responded. "Did you?"

"No," Kinler said. "They kept us in the dark, literally and figuratively."

Skye nodded. "We're almost home," she said, noticing the way she had easily called the base home. It felt completely natural. After all, SHIELD was her family.

I'm coming, May, she thought.