"Pete, hurry up!" Artie snapped, shoving a few last items into his bag, "You can eat on the plane, we have to leave in three minutes!"

"Hey, if we're going all commando on whoever is messing with Claude and Jinksy, I'm going to need to refuel." Pete frowned through a mouthful of sandwich, pausing to point at the computer screen, "Is that supposed to do that?"

"Doing what?" Artie glanced at the screen, frowning at what he saw. Some sort of symbol had appeared on all the screens in the room, some sort of bird like token, revolving on a black background. He scowled, punching a few keys angrily, "What is this?"

As if responding to his question, the screen flickered to life, the face of a young, part Asian girl in her mid twenties appeared on the screen, "Hello? Is this Warehouse thirteen?"

"Who the hell is this?" Artie demanded, "This is a top secret facility!"

"Yeah, sorry, but where I'm hacking you from is pretty damn secret too." She told him, "My name is Skye. I need to speak with Claudia Donovan."

Pete took this opportunity to step into the conversation, "You know The Claudster?"

"We're old friends." Skye told them, "May I speak with her?"

"No." Artie told her sharply, then amended, "She's not here. Her and her partner failed to return from their last assignment. We were about to begin searching their last known location."

Skye frowned, "Where? I'll meet you."

"Back to New York?" Coulson confirmed.

"Yeah." Skye nodded, a pleading look in her eyes, "Look, A.C., I know we should be focusing on finding the cuff thing, but for a long time, Claudia was all the family I had, I need to know she's okay. And anyways, she was the last person who we know had it."

"I agree, we should help find your friend, it's the logical next move." Coulson agreed, "We have to tread lightly, I've heard very little about this Warehouse Thirteen, they're not under our jurisdiction."

"We have a jurisdiction?" She asked, only half joking.

"Something like that." He half smiled, "I'll go tell May that we're changing course. Why don't you inform the others?"

"Yeah, sure." Skye nodded, heading down to the lab to find Fitz and Simmons. The two scientists were, as usual, buzzing around the lab working on some device that would probably save their lives one day.

Simmons looked up and smiled warmly as Skye entered, "Skye! What can we do for you?"

"Nothing, yet." Skye shook her head, "Coulson asked me to tell you that we're heading back to New York and we'll be teaming up with another organization called Warehouse Thirteen."

"The Warehouse Thirteen that Claudia works for?" She asked, raising and eyebrow in surprise. "Why are we doing that?"

"Because Ward and I were the last people to see her before her and her partner went missing." Skye told her, "I spoke with her boss, they failed to get on their plane last night and no one's been able to reach them since."

"She's been kidnapped?" Fitz frowned, entering the conversation.

Skye nodded, "And we're going to find her."

"Steve…" Claudia sighed, her head leaning against her partner's shoulder. They'd been painfully unsuccessful at escaping, mostly painful for Steve since he had been the one slamming his shoulder into the door, and now sat at the back of the room, leaning against each other for warmpth. "Steve…?"

"Mmmm?" He moaned, half asleep, which was an achievement considering their predicament. She figured it must have been something to do with his zen thing. "What is it?"

"In case we don't get out of here, I have a confession." She muttered. He started to protest, but she silenced him with a wave of her bound hands, "Hush, it's important… I ate all the snicker doodles and blamed Artie."

She felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled, telling her she'd successfully lightened the mood and caught his attention. He leaned his cheek against her head, "Can't sleep huh?"

"Of course not, look at where we are!" She pointed out, then admitted, "I can't stop thinking about Beth."

"Your friend." He remembered, nodding against her hair. "You don't think this had something to do with her, do you?"

"Do I think it's a crazy, random happenstance that the day I see her for the first time in six years, we get mysteriously abducted." She pointed out, "But she's not behind it. She would never do something like this."

"If she's not the one behind this," Steve frowned, "Claude, what if she's the end game? What if she's what they really want?"