I do not believe what I am seeing.

"ARE YOU REAL? AC WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!" Skye launched up from the chair before May could speak. She had released May's hand and was squaring up to Coulson as the blood soured her ears and her temper shot through the roof.

Phil hadn't time to respond before she set of with another verbal tirade, shocking the team into silence, "SERIOUSLY AC, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? HE'S SHOT HER, YOU'VE NOT IDEA WHICH SIDE HE WORKS FOR? AND WITH THE LOOK OF THE CCTV WE DON'T EVEN KNOW IF HE'S HUMAN? YOUR BRIGHT IDEA IS TO BRING HIM TO THE BASE? OUR SECRET BASE? DID I MISS 'SECRET'?"

Phil shot out of his chair and in what appeared a calm and measured voice but belied authority and fear, "Skye, I don't know where or who you think you are, but last time I looked in the mirror, I am the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. I run this place and you as a subordinate follow orders, when you need to know something I will tell you. This is something that you didn't need to know but something that you have to follow, if you have issues with that then the door is over there." He pointed to the entrance of the kitchen but was really pointing in the direction of the door.

Skye looked at him in disbelief and was just about to walk out the door, when a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. She stood stock-still and turned her head to see that May had grabbed her wrist, looking into her eyes communicating a silent message to sit down before she was put down. Skye turned back and slumped into the seat but was clearly communicating that she was not pleased about the situation, not one bit.

Phil turned back to the table and looked at the faces staring at him, "Anyone else have a problem then please feel free to walk out the door, otherwise we carry on as a team should." The silence that hung in the air was deafening and a pin could have echoed throughout the building, Director Coulson looked around clearly not impressed with what he had witnessed and would be having a word with Skye later, reiterating what authority was.

"Eh Sir? Was there another reason to this meeting or can we start rebuilding the lab again?" Jemma was looking at Fitz and Coulson tentatively, waiting for the answer to her question.

"We have a mission to work on now, as well as dealing with this problem. There are S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents being tortured for information, a small pocket of them that could be useful to this agency rebuilding, but first we have to go and find them. If any secrets such as S.H.I.E.L.D. being still being active get out and about people such as Loki will be down on this compound faster than I can say 'Go'."

Skye's iPad beeped and verification of what Phil had just said was true, a sea of red dots had a small pocket of blue ones in the middle, it was surrounding and beeping furiously showing that the Agents were in deep distress.

Suddenly May's colour drained from her face as she banged her fists on the desk and stormed out of the room.

It took a few moments for Coulson to click as to what was May's problem and that is when the plan hit home. He immediately looked at the others, "Skye, I want you to try and track where those blue dots are located, hack, bribe or do whatever you need to and get this job done. FitzSimmons repair the lab and start working on any gadgets you have that will help us with this."

He started walking towards the door, "Where you going…?" He turned back round to face the other three.

"I am going to try and repair some monumental damage that I have just caused with my big mouth." With that he stormed out, slamming the door nearly taking it off its hinges and rocking the room.

Skye turned to Fitzsimmons, "What the hell is he playing at? Why would he bring that monster into the camp? HE SHOT MAY! Does that mean nothing to him?"

"Skye, I know that you mean well, but maybe we should just trust the Director and what his plans are. I know that we might not like what is happening but we are going to have to believe that he knows what he is doing. He wouldn't bring Daemon into the building if he didn't think that he needed to, nor would he put May at risk, if he thought that something really bad would happen."

While the other three were talking in the kitchen they were unaware that someone was stood outside the door, listening to what they were saying and trying to catch part of the plan. He knew he needed to bring the gears up a notch as they were now pointing the finger at him; he needed to do this without drawing too much attention to himself. He intended to take Phil out and make May suffer the way that she did him, and then when he had her down on her knees, he'd intend to take her out, finishing the pair who made a fool out of him. Any information that he'd gathered would go to his boss, advising him that they were aware of the cornered Agents. He awaited the warning that they needed to move but for now he was going to go and enjoy the show and watch Phil try and soothe a wounded May as her demons fought for control over her emotions.

He walked down the corridor chuckling to himself as the seeds he'd sown begun to flourish, it amused him to see May so unnerved and it reminded him of their past before he shot her, it was just a shame that she was stronger than she looked. He intended to change all that and move up the ranks after this mission, earning him the recognition he wanted.

Coulson had reached May's bunk as the heart-wrenching sob ripped through the room. He shoulder barged the door open, the locked busted and shattered across the floor but he didn't give a damn, he paid no attention as he saw her down on her knees.

He scooped her up in his arms and embraced her as he tucked her head in his chest and let the tears flow as her sobs tore from her chest and his heart broke in two at what he was witnessing. He'll sit here all night if she needed him to, letting her break down and release the pent up emotions she'd been holding back all this time, since he'd let that asshole enter their base.

What felt like hours had passed before the body shaking, heart-wrenching sobs ceased and she fell gently into a shattered slumber. He picked her up and placed her gently on the bed and sat guard over his angel, drained but willing to take whatever was thrown at him, if it meant that he kept his angel safe.