Ch. 9

Once Ward and May were up and moving, Leo went to go track down Dr. Foster. He wasn't a hacker like Skye, but it wasn't as if Dr. Foster were in hiding. S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that she was living in her mother's apartment in England. She hadn't moved since the destruction that happened there a few months ago. Within a few minutes, he had found all of her contact information and was on his way back to the lounge, when he passed the monitor with the live feed from the interrogation area.

"Guys, guys!" he yelled and Coulson and Simmons ran to his side.

"What is it, Fitz?" Coulson asked.

"Look, there's something wrong with Quinn," Leo said, pointing to the monitor.

Coulson peered at the screen and saw Quinn slumped over in his chair. "Great. This is all we need," he said. "May, are you up to coming with me?" Coulson called down the corridor. He had promised himself to never be alone in the same room with Quinn, because he honestly didn't know what he'd do to him.

May came up behind him and said, "Yes, I'm fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me."

"Okay, let's go," Coulson said as they headed to the interrogation room.

When they entered, Quinn was seated in the same chair he was always in, his face resting on the table. His eyes were closed and he was breathing shallowly. Coulson had honestly forgotten all about him with all of the excitement with Loki.

May gingerly pushed Quinn upright and gasped softly when she saw his shirt soaked in blood. "He's bleeding badly. Simmons, we're bringing him to the lab."

Coulson and May awkwardly carried him to the lab and set him down on a long table. Simmons approached, wincing at first and then gamely started to cut off his shirt to look at his wounds.

"I can't believe we're saving the guy that shot Skye," Leo said bitterly as he entered the lab.

"We need him to find the Clairvoyant. What I want to know is how he got in this state," Coulson said.

"You do you think?" May asked.

"Loki? But why?" Coulson asked.

"I might have the answer. He has two wounds. They look like they were made by a short knife or dagger. They're not very deep," Jemma said.

"And?" Coulson prompted.

"They are in exactly the same places as Skye was shot," Jemma responded.

"Huh," Coulson said, a bit surprised.

"It seems he had a dim view of the man who attacked his daughter," May said.

"Well, we finally have something in common. Simmons, can you patch him up?" Coulson asked.

"Yes, sir. But, we really should take him to a hospital."

"I don't think so. We know how easy it is to break someone out of a S.H.I.E.L.D. hospital," Coulson grinned. "Wait. Where's Ward?"

"Resting in his room. I gave him a sedative," Jemma said evasively.

"Simmons, did he know you were giving him a sedative?" Coulson asked slowly.

"Yes, sir . . . However, it may have been a teensy bit stronger than I had told him it would be," Jemma confessed.

"Simmons, why did you drug Ward?" May asked severely.

"He was manic about trying to get Skye back. After his fight with Loki, he was in no shape to leave the plane. I did what I could to stop him before he took a car and drove off to who knows where."

"That's the last thing we need," Coulson said.

"Oh and about that, sir," Simmons said meekly. "You should check the cargo bay."

"No . . . what did he do to my baby?" Coulson asked as he left the lab in a jog, May at his heels.

When he got there, he looked around and his heart sank. "Where's Lola?"