"Well, well, well. Agent's Fitz, May and Skye of SHIELD. I had wondered if you would put up a fight Agent May, but I am thankful you came relatively quietly."

"Whitehall." May grumbled as Whitehall's Hydra agents tied her to a bull ring on the wall.

"Agent Skye, you are simply glowing. What's your secret?"

"I eat virgins for breakfast." She spat at him, trying to wriggle her way out of the Hydra agent's grip as he tied her to the wall.

"Agent Fitz, I am hoping when all of this is done I can convince you into my way of thinking, but there again, I don't think I need another brain dead scientist working for me."

"What do you want from us?" he asked.

"I need you here, simply as a distraction. You see I have some pretty big plans and the last thing I need is Phil Coulson ruining things for me, so while I get on with my plans, he will be hurling through hell trying to find you."

"And what are you going to do with us while we're here?" May asked.

"Once my plans are complete I will let you go. I do not intend to hurt you as I do not wish to make myself more of a target of SHIELD's, but if you fight then I will."

Ward was sat reading a book in his safe house when he heard his phone ring. Smiling as Skye was the only one who had the number he picked it up and answered it.

"Skye! I thought contacting me was against the rules." He chuckled, which soon died in his mouth as he heard a thud, zaps of electricity and Skye scream May's name.

Keeping the phone to his ear, he ran into the computer room and started a line trace. Within the minute he had located Skye, but they were clearly on the move, and as there were no computers in the jet, he had no choice but to stay put until they reached their final destination.

Two hours later he saw that the dot that was Skye had stopped, so he noted down her location and headed towards the jet.

He was in the air quickly and was headed to the location when an alert came over his dash saying he was low on fuel.

"This is all I need." He groaned as he hit stealth mode and made his way to the nearest airport where he would be able to, using his stealth advantage, obtain enough fuel to last him a while.

Back in the air, Ward put the jet on autopilot and headed to the rear of the jet where he loaded his body with guns, knives and throwing stars. He even added a pair of batons and a tazer as he didn't know what he was going to face or whether May would try to kill him this time.

He was still a few hours out.

"I feel so sick." Skye complained as the six Hydra agents that had kidnapped them checked they were still bound.

"Skye?" May asked as Skye, who struggled against the rope she was tied with.

Fitz saw Skye's face turn an unusual shade of green before she vomited, but being tied to a wall she could only do it in one direction.

All over the Hydra agent checking the ropes.

Immediately he reacted.

"Don't." Whitehall said in a commanding voice., stopping the agent from hitting Skye with a tazer.

He had watched the scene in fascination. He had seen Skye throw up and also saw his man get his tazer out. He saw Skye's lift her leg as if trying to protect her stomach.

"I wonder Agent Skye, does Grant Ward know he's going to be a father?" he asked Skye, adding everything up.

"W-w-w-h-h-at?!" Fitz spluttered, his face paling.

Whitehall looked at him.

"You mean to tell me that you haven't shared the joyous news with your friends?" he asked Skye, while he continued to look at Fitz.

Skye remained silent.

"Do not taze her under any circumstance, I do not need an assassin striving for my blood. If she gets out of hand, you can strike on of the others." Whitehall instructed the agents in the room. "Untie her, give her a bucket and clean this mess up."

Whitehall left the room. Skye was immediately untied and moments later she was given a bucket to throw up into should she need it. The mess she had made was cleaned up. Skye took a step towards May, but stopped when she saw the agent she had thrown up over remove his tazer.

"Alright! I'm staying put!" she cried, sitting on the floor.

"Is it true?" Fitz asked her. He was still pale and had started shaking.

"Yes." Skye finally admitted.

"How could you?" he started to ask.

"Fitz, don't."

"Don't what? Don't ask Skye why she's carrying the child of a murderer?" Fitz demanded.

"This is why I didn't tell you." Skye told him in a small voice.

"I don't know how we could have missed it!"

"I knew you would over react."

"Over react? OVER REACT? Skye, do I need to remind you the father of your child tried to kill me and Simmons on Garrett's orders? That he dropped us from a hundred feet in a capsule into the ocean and we survived by chance and that I was left permanently reminded of it?"

"What do you want me to say to you Fitz? That I fell for him and even when I knew who he was I couldn't help my feelings? That he, like you, thought that capsule would float and that if he hadn't dropped you out of the 'bus then all three of you would be at the bottom of the ocean with bullets in your skulls?"

Skye's outburst had the desired effect on Fitz and he calmed down enough to ask:

"Are you keeping it?"

"I haven't made my mind up yet."

"Does he know?"

"Yes."

"I take it May knows seen as though she hasn't gone ballistic yet. Does Coulson know?"

"Yes. That's why he's banned me from field work. He said I was a risk."

"That's why I was left with you both, to try and stop this from happening." May said, tugging at her hands.

Ward landed the jet and headed out on foot. He knew what direction he needed to be in, but realised he would have to search all of the buildings one by one until he found them.

Then he saw something that made his skin crawl.

Whitehall.

Ward watched as he got into a jeep and set off down the road.

He got a gun out of his waistband and aimed it at the jeep before pulling the trigger. He hit his mark and the jeep came to a stop.

The driver got out and inspected the wheel Ward had just shot out. He said something to Whitehall and Ward watched as Whitehall took a gun and shot him.

Ward followed Whitehall into the building he was using, silently taking out the guards as he met them. He walked down the corridors, until he saw what he was looking for. Skye, May and Fitz were all in a room being guarded by Hydra agents and Whitehall was approaching them.

Whitehall stomped back into the room looking furious.

"I need my jeep's tyre changing. You and you, go do it. Then find me a new driver. The last one took a bullet to the head." Whitehall ordered, pointing at two of the guards.

He walked up and down in front of the three agents.

"You know you're going to die right?" Skye asked him.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, but I guess you get to choose whether it's slow and painful or quick and easy."

"And what do I have to do to make that choice?" Whitehall asked her with a smirk.

"Call the hit off."

"Still saving him. I heard what happened with your father. Does he know about your current condition?" Whitehall asked, shaking his head.

"I have no intention of telling him. Call the hit off."

"What hit?" Fitz asked, confused.

"The hit I placed on Ward's life when he ordered that crappy tin can of yours not to be shot out of the air. But here's a newsflash for you. I want Ward's head on a platter.

"You want Ward's head you'll have to take it yourself. He's not going to let your guys near him." May told him.

"Is this Agent May, fierce protector of everything good and SHIELD, protecting her former lover?"

Fitz's jaw dropped to the floor.

"When the hell did you and Ward get it on?" he asked.

"My my my. How uninformed you are Agent Fitz. Come and work with me and I will never keep you out of the loop." Whitehall told him.

"It was after the Beserker staff incident. Only lasted until Loreli visited. It's not common knowledge." May told him.

"I knew and Coulson knew." Skye pointed out.

"Yeah, well I told Coulson didn't I?"

"ENOUGH!" Whitehall demanded.

He had no idea why the SHIELD agents were being so chatty, or why the famed Agent May was instigating it, but he was not aware May had seen a shadow creeping around the edges of the wall and was distracting him.

The first he knew of the shadow was a throwing star slicing through May's restraints.

That's when all hell broke loose.