May and Ward blaze into the bus, dragging in tow a sorry looking body with a bagged head and hands cuffed behind their back. FitzSimmons look on bemused; "Are we kidnapping people now?" He asks Simmons quizzically.

May and Ward are quickly met by Coulson who directs them to the interrogation room, keeping close on their tail he guides Simmons; "Get the lab ready to analyse some blood specimens."

"Yes sir!" Simmons shouts after him down the hall, always eager to please. "How exciting Fitz. It might be a new virus, or a flesh eating bacteria. Oh the possibilities!" she beams brightly.

"There is something fundamentally wrong with you Jemma Simmons." He chastises, shaking his head.

The cuffed assailant is slammed down into a chair and their cuffs attached to a bolt on the floor. May pulls the bag off their head and thick dark locks of hair flow down around a petit tanned frame.

"Time to talk." Ward demands, staring down at the captive. "Let's start with a name."

"My name is Skye, and that is all you'll get out of me." She spits, smiling up at him with a defiant grin.

"You know, we could keep you here for days, months. Just locked up alone in this little room until you crack, but I don't have time for that. So there are some more, let's say… efficient manners in which I can withdraw information from you. Make it easy on yourself, give us what we want and we'll let you out of this room in one piece."

"You think you scare me? I've killed men twice your size, and ten times as smart." Skye laughs, looking over at May who is trying uncannily hard to stop herself from smiling.

Faced with this insolence Ward belts Skye across the jaw with the back of his hand. He leans into her, narrowing his eyes; "You don't know what I'm capable of." Ward looks up at Coulson who ushers him out of the room, leaving May in guard of the prisoner.

"Sir, I'm sorry but harsher measures must be taken if we are to find out anything about this being."

"I believe she said her name was Skye." Coulson corrects. "I don't think she'll crack under pressure, she was almost goading you in there to hit her. Unarmed, she took down ten of our guys before we got her cuffed. She isn't unaccustomed to harsh measures." Coulson reflects, seeming almost admirous of her accomplishments.

"None of them let it show at first but everyone has their breaking point and someone with that much bravado probably has little to show for it. Give me a chance Sir, this can all be over with." Ward extends his request.

"Ok Ward, I'll give you till the end of today." Coulson replies, walking back into the interrogation room.

They find May standing stoically in the exact same spot as when they had walked out. "Thank God! Skye exclaims. I thought your plan was to bore the information out of me. This woman won't say a word. Hell I don't think she's even blinked since you left!" Skye gets a strained look on her face; "I've thought about it… and I'll trade her for the goon."

Just then there is a polite knock at the door. All four of them turn to it with a bemused look on their faces. "Hello, anybody home." Comes a delightful English accent from the other side.

Coulson turns to open it, finding Skye all smiles, holding a small test tube in front of her face. "Just wondering if that sample was available yet Mr. Coulson Sir." She dips her head round the door to spy the Fitz dubbed 'hostage'. Already having promised to report all the juicy details back to him. Little did she expect the bagged assailant to be a drop dead gorgeous girl.

"Ok, I've changed my mind. I'll swap the goon for that red haired treasure." Skye instructs, smiling suavely at an off guard Simmons.

Coulson clears his throat, uncomfortable with the current tone of the room; "Ah, no blood yet Simmons, just give us a moment please." Simmons's face falls a little.

"That won't be necessary." States Ward. Clenching his fist until his knuckles turn white he cracks Skye over the head with a mighty blow, splitting the skin on her temple. He takes the test tube from a horrified looking Simmons and places it under the trickling blood. "There you go." He smiles handing it back to the doctor.

"Umm, thanks…" Simmons responds unsurely. Giving Skye an apologetic look she hurries back off to the lab.

"May, we need you back at the controls, orders are to leave Skye here off at the fridge."

May starts for the door but seeing Coulson follow behind her she stops; "Sir, aren't you staying for the interrogation."

"No, Agent Ward is going to handle it from here."

"But Sir, she's just a girl." May objects.

"She's more than just a girl May, and that's what we're going to find out."