It wasn't long before Skye reached her second obstacle. Rather than a wood door, she was met with a steel door with a number pad instead of a lock. The prison fits the person. She realized, A prison with no back door for the hacker, a heavy door for the specialists, and a puzzle for the engineer. She had to give props to whoever designed their prisons, they had a weird sense of humor.

"The code is tricky. It changes twice a day. The guards have a beeper that lets them know the new code." He paused and looked to Skye for reassurance, "This is the trickiest part. You need to steal one of the beepers from the guards."

"And what makes it tricky?" Grant's jaw clenched, he clearly didn't want to voice what he was thinking, "Grant, tell me what I need to do."

"The guards travel in pairs. In order to take down one you need to take down both." Skye began to interject that she could take down both but Grant stopped her, anticipating her argument, "If even one manages to sound the alarm, its all over. Speed is crucial. If given the chance, they will not hesitate to sound the alarm."

Skye took a deep breath as she brought to mind all the training she had gone through with Ward. She pressed herself against the door, waiting for the next guards to pass by. It was a while before she heard the stomping of boots, warning her of their approach. She waited as they got closer then sprang into action. She jumped in-front of them, surprising them. She used their surprise to her advantage, she acted quickly. She stepped in-front of the first one, sticking out her palm, making contact with his nose. She heard a satisfying crunch and he went to clutch his face. The other guard had begun to pull out his gun. She turned and swung out her leg, knocking the gun out of his hand. she stepped forward and slugged him in the face, and finished him off with a slam of the elbow. She turned to look at the other guard. He had gotten up off the floor. Blood gushed from his nose. Rage filled his face as he pointed his gun at her.

"Die bitch." Skye thought through the millions of ways this could end. She was about to try to attack him when she heard a gunshot. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain that came with a gunshot. It never came. She opened her eyes slowly and studied the scene before her. the guard was on the floor, blood seeping from the wound in his back. She looked up and standing down the hall, gun raised was Grant Ward. He only paused for a moment before he rushed towards her.

"The other guards would've heard that shot and should be on their way by now. We need to get Fitz and go!" He searched through the pockets of the guards while Skye took their guns. She handed one off to Ward who promptly put it in his waist, and she kept the other. He finally found the beeper and typed in the numbers into the console. The door slid open and Skye rushed in. Fitz was huddled in the corner, his face covered in bruises and cuts.

"Grant! I need your help in here!" Grant took one last look down the corridor before entering the cell. They draped each of Fitz's arms around their shoulders and lifted him to his feet. They maneuvered back out the door and started rushing down the hall, Fitz's feet dragging behind them. They could hear the distant thrumming of feet get louder, as the guards ran to find the source of the shot.

"How much farther?" Skye demanded trough clenched teeth, as they approached yet another crossroads.

"Not much farther. We just need to make it to the stairs and we're home free." He responded as they turned yet another corner. At the end of the hall there was a staircase leading up to a trapdoor. The door was wide open, allowing sunlight the stream in, May and Coulson got out They were halfway to the staircase when they heard a shot ricochet above them. Ward turned to see 4 guards shooting at them.

"Keep going! Don't forget what I told you! Don't wait for me!"

"What?!" Grant slipped out from under Fitz's arms and turned to face the guards. "Grant! What are you doing?!" Skye yelled, as she struggled to run under the weight of Fitz without the support of Grant.

"Keep. Going. Skye." He pulled out the gun from his waistband, aiming for the guards threatening his team. He popped off a few shots, hitting one of the guards. Skye could hear the sounds of the gunfight behind her and prayed to the God that she didn't believe in to let them get out safe. She finally reached the staircase and was struggling to drag Fitz up when she heard Ward cry out in pain. She looked up and saw Ward sparring off with the last of the four guards. Ward had been struck in the shoulder, but it didn't faze him. He popped off the last few rounds in his gun and the last guard went down. He rushed over to Skye and Fitz and helped Skye pull him up the rest of the way. They emerged into a field, the tree line was 100 yards away.

"Grant, you're hurt! Let me take a look!" Skye went to go check his wounds. He brushed her off.

"There's going to be more in a minute. You need to get Fitz to the tree line while I hold them off. Once you clear the tree line they can't get you." Skye shook her head, not accepting what he was insinuating,

"We can all get out. You just need to help me carry Fitz!" Grant shook his head and took out his extra gun, checking how many bullets he had.

"I'll buy you enough time. Don't wait for me."

"But - "

"Skye," He grabbed her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes, "I started this mess, I might as well finish it. Don't wait for me. Promise me you won't wait for me." He looked into her eyes, fear and sadness radiated in his dark brown eyes. Skye could not do anything but nod. Ward stod and turned back to the doors, he turned back once more before descending,

"I'm sorry Skye. I have to make this right." He turned and disappeared down the doors, gun raised.

So Ward helps to save Fitz. Now the only question it whether Skye will be able to save Simmons and Ward? AHHH THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME!

Let me know what you think please! It really means a lot!