Here, finally I am able to update! Sorry for making you wait, but I am currently getting ready for an exam in foreign literature and there's just so much shit to read ughh so it takes all of my time:(

but I promise the next update will be sooner:) so here, enjoy this chapter, guys! xxx

Chapter 25

When the men responsible for Skye's kidnapping were brought to the bus by S.H.I.E.L.D. officers, Grant rushed off to the interrogation room.

I followed him almost immediately, intending to watch the interrogation from the window but was stopped by my father who shoved me into the hall, saying that they would call me soon to identify one of them. So the only thing I was left to do was sit on the floor by the door or pace in the hallway.

I was annoyed and I was mad. I had a right to see what was going on there. I was an adult, for God's sake! But my boyfriend and my father were just way too overprotective.

Inside the interrogation room Ward and Coulson welcomed the leader of the small gang of criminals. Ward asked Coulson for a little bit of time with the bad guy, and Coulson agreed, but before he left he turned to the criminal and threw his fist right into his face, and Ward swore he could hear the guy's nose break. That was a bloody good blow.

When Skye's father left, it was just Ward and the guy. Before they would let Skye identify him, Grant wanted to have a conversation with him. Ward spoke in a calm but threatening voice:

- So, you're back. You lied right into my face the previous time. You're gonna regret it, you know?

Finishing the sentence, he pushed the chair the guy was sitting on so it flew forward and the guy, Jacob, ended up lying on his back on the floor.

Grant stayed in the same position, his face calm and determined.

- I want to make it clear. Today I'm not a S.H.I.E.L.D. officer, no. So there's no rules for me, you see? I am going to do what I want with you.

The man kept silent. Ward got up and walked to the spot where the man lay unmoving. He hit him in the stomach with his leg, getting a low moan from him, and put his chair in its original position.

- It's not gonna to be nice. And it's gonna be even less nice if you don't tell me what I want to know. Are we clear?

He waited for a reply, it didn't come so he pulled him by the hair and made his head hit the table, hard.

- I said: are we clear?

The criminal had no other choice and replied in an annoyed voice:

- Yes.

- Good. Now that we understood each other, I'll leave you on your own for a while.

With these words, he left the room, to find Skye so that she could identify the men.

I was sitting on the hallway floor when the door to the interrogation room opened and I saw Grant. I quickly got up and said:

- Can I go inside too? I want to see these guys…

- Skye, are you insane? I'm not letting you actually meet them. Come with me.

He led me into the room with a window to the interrogation. The rest of the team, even Fitzsimmons, were there. Grant said:

- Who wants to go talk to the bastard so that Skye can identify him by voice?

Unexpectedly, Jemma was the first to raise her hand. I looked at her with confusion and fear. This can't be good. I exclaimed:

- Jemma!

Everyone threw their concerned looks at the young scientist.

- Well, you asked. I want to speak to him. Maybe I'll be able to find out something important, approaching him in a manner different from yours…

All the men in the room shook their heads, Fitz protested:

- Jemma, no. No way in hell I am letting you go there on your own. I think he is violent, I mean from the way his face looks, it's just creepy. He kidnapped Skye and drugged her!

Coulson agreed with Fitz and said:

- Sorry, Simmons, but you're not going there. We are not here to take risks. I'll go.

My father left the room, and I watched him leave and then turned back to look at Jemma.

- Why would you want to speak to him?

She looked at me as if it was obvious.

- Because he kidnapped you and I want to know why. You are my family. I love you, and I hate him for what he had done. I want to know why.

Then I heard my father speak to the guy in the interrogation room and recognized the guy's voice right away. It made me freeze, as I remembered that day when I woke up in the cold empty room, not knowing where I was and why I was there, then hearing the voices in the hallway. I felt a chill run through my body, making me shiver. It was one of the voices. I couldn't even register what he was saying to my father in the interrogation room, I just heard that voice and in my head I was back there, listening to their conversation…

I felt Grant's arms on my body, shaking me and returning me back to the present.

- Skye. Skye. Say something.

- Damn it.

- Skye!

Finally I looked at him, not quite able to say anything yet. Looking into my eyes, he realized that I'd recognized the voice, and quickly led me out of the room.

- Baby, are you okay? You make me worried.

He cupped my face, put a gentle kiss on my forehead and pulled me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, instantly feeling relieved. Feeling his arms around me, holding me close, I reminded myself that it was all over, that I was home, with Grant and my family. I said:

- I am fine now. And I love you so much.

- I love you too, baby girl.

A few minutes later I pulled away and headed back to the door, but he managed to grab me by the arm and pull me back before I got to open the door. His voice tense, he said:

- Skye, no.

- Grant, please! I have to hear it. Let me at least watch the interrogation. I have a right to know, please.

I begged him and looked him right in the eyes. I felt his hold on my arm tighten, then he said:

- Skye, I don't want you to remember everything that happened to you. You are meant to recover not to stress yourself out even more…

- Don't you think that in order to recover I need to understand why it happened to me?

He didn't say anything and I continued:

- I need to know the reason. I need to understand. Grant, please…

I saw him take a deep breath and close his eyes, struggling to make a decision, and then he finally said:

- Fine. But not for long. When I tell you to go, you go.

- Okay!

Coulson had a hard time trying to get any useful information from the guy and his patience was running low. He wanted to hit the man, hard, in the face, hell, everywhere. He wanted him dead, but he knew getting the information from him was much more important and that was the reason he was still alive. He needed to know why he had kidnapped his daughter, he was a father who had to make sure his child was safe, and he was going to do everything to make sure of that.

- I'm not here for a nice chat, Jacob. I am here to get you to talk about something I need to know. And there is no way you're getting out of this room, literally, until I get the information that I need. You understand?

The man kept silent and suddenly an idea came to Coulson's mind.

- Okay. So here's what is going to happen next: first, I let my daughter's boyfriend come back here. Not for a chat, no. You know exactly what he wants with you. Then, I come back with truth serum and whether you want it or not, you ARE going to speak.

I watched my father say that and it made my blood run cold. I looked at Grant and the determined expression on his face, knowing exactly that my father just let him go and beat all the crap out of that criminal.

As my father entered the room, Grant said:

- Jemma, take Skye and go to the lab. And get the truth serum ready.

I looked at my boyfriend with a scared look on my face. He saw my face and came to my side, putting a soft kiss on my hair.

- It's going to be fine, Skye. Don't be scared.

I just nodded, and he kissed each of my hands, then my forehead before letting Jemma take me out of the room, as I was pretty much in a state of shock.

Ward entered the room, pulling up the sleeves of his shirt, determined to make the jerk, that had made Skye and all of them suffer, pay for everything.

He was almost sure that it was fear on the criminal's face. He heard Coulson say in his earpiece "Don't kill him, Ward. We need him".

- Got it.

These were the last words he said as he threw his fist right into the eye of the man that had taken his girl away from him.

The man that made him feel the worst pain, that made him think the love of his life, his girl, his soulmate, was dead. The man that was the reason of her suffering, the reason why she was kidnapped and drugged, the reason why she had to wander in a totally unknown place scared and alone, the reason why she got emotionally and physically exhausted and couldn't stop crying. That man was going to pay for her every tear, for every minute she felt scared and alone, for every minute he and their family were worried sick not knowing what happened to Skye and where she was.

That was what Ward was thinking about every time he threw his fist to hit the fucking bastard. He was totally furious and in such a fit of rage that he himself didn't know if he could ever stop. But then he thought about Skye and her scared face, and that made him think and not kill the man, because they needed to know his motive for taking Skye, to make sure there was no one else who would want to take her or hurt her.

He heard Coulson's voice telling him to stop and that it was enough. Only then Grant really saw the man in front of him, covered in blood, and looked down to see his shirt was in blood stains, then realized his fists were in blood and probably covered in wounds too, he couldn't quite see, there was so much blood.

Before he left the room, he leaned in in front of the man he hated so much and said in a low voice:

- I hope you rot in hell.

As he closed the door and was walking down the hallway, he saw Skye walking fast towards him. He really didn't want her to see him like that, covered in blood.

My heart pounding, I rushed to Grant, registering the blood on his shirt and his hands, his fists covered in blood. Seeing that he'd hurt himself while beating the crap out of that man was what made me hurt.

- Your hands…

- Skye, I'm fine.

- No, you're not.

I took him by the arm and led him away to take care of his hands because it was the least I could do for him and I wanted him to get rid of all that blood that was making me sick.

I made him sit on the bench in our training area, not saying a single word, as I took the medical kit and then found hydrogen peroxide and some cotton pads. I could hardly keep myself from sobbing when I started removing blood from his hands. His fists were all covered in horrible wounds that made me wince, tears slowly making their way down my face as I proceeded to clean the wounds. Eventually I heard him say:

- Please, don't cry.

I almost finished working on his right hand when I realized I could no longer stand the look of him in that blood-stained shirt. I put down the cotton pads and moved to the shirt, quickly unbuttoning it but ending up tearing it apart to get rid of it faster and tossing it to the floor, thus getting myself into a hysterical sobbing and scaring Grant so that he had to pull me to his chest and hold me tight, whispering soothing words into my ear, till my sobbing subsided.

I stopped crying and said in a hardly audible voice:

- I'm sorry. Now give me your other hand.

He obeyed and sat back onto the bench, letting me take care of his wounds, still not taking his eyes away from my face, his face visibly concerned. Later when I was done and was putting away red from blood cotton pads, he said:

- I'm sorry you had to see this.

- It's okay. I just wish you hadn't hurt yourself like that while beating the man. I hate seeing you hurt.

My voice broke and he immediately pulled me to himself, planting gentle kisses on my hair, holding me close. The sensation still made me almost moan from pleasure and made my whole body tingle, as I still could easily recollect the time when I was completely alone and lonely and it was the thing I wanted so bad I could cry.

- Baby, I hate seeing you hurt too, and I've seen so much of that lately, it just breaks my heart.

It broke my heart too, and I just wanted to remind him that I was there with him and wanted to let him know just how MUCH I was grateful for what we had together.

- I know the feeling. But it's all over now. I'm so glad to feel your arms around me again. I feel so grateful that I made it back to you. I love you more than anything in this world.

- I love you too, baby and I'm not ever letting you go. Remember that promise about handcuffs? You're not getting away with it, and I am dead serious.

Startled, I opened my eyes. I knew by the tone of his voice that he was totally serious. This wasn't good, it just wasn't. Well, maybe, just maybe, it wasn't all THAT bad after all...

hehehe so here here, he IS gonna cuff her to himself :D