Somewhere on the upper east side of the city, Taylor was returning home. Well, not exactly her home, but you get the point. As she sprinted along the rooftops the tiny apartment building came into view. Her mind automatically went to supper. Today she had only gotten to eat breakfast, and had to skip lunch because of her run in with those pesky S.H.E.I.L.D agents. After all these years they finally found her again. Sure back then she was a thief, and maybe she had earned herself a bad rap but it was different now. Though she knows how they found her. First was the chip. They thought she wouldn't notice the little tracker embedded in her skin. Second was that truck. That was caused by a harmless game of tag. She ran out of building and kind of made the best out of crash landing into a truck. Figures, there they go again, branding her a monster because of yet another misunderstanding. It wasn't the first time this sort of thing happened. Back then she stole to keep herself alive after she was kidnapped and became a science experiment to a sick psychopath. She fought to avoid any unwanted run-ins with various gangs. Still, Coulson, as stern as he was, cared. He was the first friendly face she had met. He helped her out and gave her a home for a short while. She had decided to run away when he proposed to study her and her powers. It was just a repeat of that other man. Kind hearted, but chose to rip her DNA apart link-by-link, then put it back together again mixed with some leopard's.

Taylor shook off the thoughts as she changed back into a human and walked out of the alley she had climbed down into before going into the building. She greeted the door man, who was less cheery than usual, and walked up two flights of stairs to door 2D. She took the sole key out of her pocket and opened the door. The took a step in. Weird, she thought, the light is usually on. She flipped the switch and was greeted with none other than Coulson's team. Grant slammed the door shut behind her and May was standing directly in front of her. Fitz and Simmons was to her left while Skye and Coulson was to her right. She was trapped. Although the one thing she did notice was that no one was holding a gun.

"Well, if it isn't Melinda May herself. I guess you're the best Coulson could bring, besides that group of amateurs."

May took a step forward.

"I'm here to get the job done. Either come with us peacefully or we'll have to take you by force."

Taylor narrowed her eyes. "Oh yeah, you and what army?"

May pulled out the alienized tranquilizer and aimed for Taylor. She could smell the sedatives, and almost instantly her confidence level dropped. "So, what's it going to be?"

Taylor stood there. Should she just surrender or try and fight her way out? Silence for May translated into plan B so she charged her gun.

"Force it is then..."

"No, wait. Don't shoot, I'll go with you. Just please don't shoot." May lowered her gun as Coulson cuffed Taylor and lead her out the door. Melinda couldn't help but feel off. This was easy, too easy.

Back on the bus Taylor was sitting in the box, handcuffed to the table. Coulson and the others were around the com table. Melinda was back at her post in the cockpit of the plane.

"So when are we going to try to talk to her?" asked Skye, who was still fairly new at this game.

Coulson looked over at her. "I was actually thinking of going in right now, how'd you like to join me?"

Skye's face instantly lit up. This was the first time he had ever asked her to join in on an interrogation.

"Awesome, it's about time I get to do something around here." Skye followed Coulson to the box.

"Just follow my lead." He instructed before opening the door and walking in. Taylor was sitting in the chair, both hand being handcuffed to the table. Her bright blue eyes stared daggers at the two as they sat down.

"Sorry for the rough treatment Miss Johnson, but we couldn't risk another situation."

"Yeah, you know, budget cuts."

Coulson and Taylor simultaneously looked at Skye, who in return looked confusingly at them. "What?"

"Uh, anyway, what we're interested in is what happened to this truck."

Coulson explained sliding a picture towards her out of the folder that he had carried in.

"Care to tell us about that?"

"ANSWER THE QUESTION!" Again everyone looked at Skye.

"That's not what I meant by following my lead..." Coulson whispered.

"Oh, I get it, sorry, won't happen again." Skye whispered back with a smile.

Their attention returned to Taylor. "So?"

Taylor cleared her throat. "Well, you see, you'd probably think I'm crazy but believe it or not I was playing around when I ran out of rooftop and crash landed into that trailer."

"Wait, what do you mean by playing?"

"Yeah," chorused Skye. "Here's a twenty."

Coulson face-palmed as Skye threw the money across the table. Back in the com room, Fitz, Ward, and Simmons were laughing thier head off watching the TV that was recording the interrogation. Even May had joined them and was chuckling quietly to herself. Coulson pinched the bridge on nose and waved in front of the camera. Ward entered the room and politely kicked out Skye.

"Now, what did you mean by playing?"

Taylor just shrugged. "You know, fooling around."

"With who."

"With..." Taylor stopped herself realizing what she almost said.

"With, myself."

"And?"

"There was no one else just me."

"I'll bet."

"There wasn't!"

"Alright, let's see if your answers change any after a nice long night in the box."

Coulson got up from the table and headed towards the door. Taylor shifted into a leopard and roared as it closed. She was definitely not a happy camper.