Jemma walks into the lab, narrowly missing the automatic doors as she stares at the vial of blood.
"Soo? Did you sneak a peek at our hostage?" Fitz questions, shuffling in his seat like an excited puppy.
"What?" Jemma queries hazily, taking out a microscope slide and dotting a spot of blood onto the centre.
"You are so Dexter right now." Fitz posters, drawing a slight smirk from Jemma. He tries again; "I said, did you see that guy they dragged into the interrogation room?"
"It wasn't a guy." She murmurs.
"Oh my God Simmons, was it an alien? Some kind of asexual beastie? What colour was it!? I've always been partial to the blue ones, it just gives them a sort of calming disposition." The engineer's eyes wonder off to the ceiling.
"It was a girl, she looked human. I still have to test her blood, The Asgardians look human too and they are far from it."
"A girl, all alone and shackled up in our bus, well that just sounds like the beginning of a very interesting fanfic."
"By interesting you of course mean smutty." Simmons retorts, slowly getting back to herself.
"Excuse me but those things are works of art."
"Fitz, please recall the time I read that Buffy one over your shoulder, I have never seen such language, or such disturbing use of a stake…"
"Buffy and Faith are destined for each other, ok! So zip it you Bike shipper."
"Its Spuffy!" Simmons catches herself before she plays right into Fitz's hands. "Not that I don't have more important things to think about right now." She says smugly looking down the microscope.
"Umm Simmons, you forgot to put the slide in." He says pushing it over to her before he bursts out laughing.
"Thanks." She begrudgingly replies, mounting it onto the microscope and focusing into the blood cells. "It looks normal Fitz, regular shape, normal count on the RBCs and WBCs, platelets functioning as they should in any human. Do you think they made a mistake bringing her in?"
"Definitely not." Says Coulson, sauntering into the lab. "Local authorities in Kansas uncovered a mass gravesite. When they attempted to excavate the bodies they were attacked, twelve officers were injured. At first we thought it was some old cemetery that had attracted grave robbers. Then we heard, the police weren't up against a group. It was one girl. She wouldn't let anyone near the site. Took us two strategic teams to subdue her, she's not human."
FitzSimmons eyes widen with every titbit. "It gets stranger, when we finally examined the bodies we found they all died within the last two months. So you see why we need answers, and fast. Other bodies could be tallying up as we speak."
"I'll run some tests on the blood, maybe they'll pick up something we can't see." Simmons says consolingly.
"Fitz, you're into how things work, bring interrogation room one up on the screens, see if you can pick up on anything strange about her."
"Right on it sir." With the click of a few buttons they were viewing the room from three different angles. Three different views of Ward using Skye's ribs as a punching bag. "I think I just heard a crack." Says Fitz, swallowing and turning pale.
Coulson signals Ward to stop via the coms. Ward plants Skye back in her seat and she winces at the jolt. He wipes his bloody knuckles off on her shirt; "Why don't you think for a while on where this is going. You don't talk when I get back and you lose another rib for every minute of my time you waste. Be right back." He winks before leaving the room.
Coulson watches him exit; "Did you get anything Agent Ward?"
"No, nothing sir." He replies, frustrated. "Really wish they'd hone in that truth serum, make things a lot easier for us." Ward steps into the lab.
Simmons stares up at the screens, watching Skye scrunch her face up in pain; "Sir, she needs medical attention. At least let me give her something for the pain."
"What? No." Ward dismisses. "Let her stew for a while, might get her chatty."
"If she were going to tell you anything I say it would've been while you were breaking her ribs Agent Ward." States Simmons matter of factly.
"She's right." Chimes Coulson. "I think it's time for a different approach. Simmons, you can patch her up. She seemed to like you, maybe you can get her to talk."
Ward is seething; "Sir you can't be serious, you're going to let her in a room with that thing? She's not even field ready, she has zero means to defend herself if things go South in there."
"Relax Agent Ward, Skye will be restrained and since capture has shown no signs of resistance or aggression. Give Simmons a chance, you catch more flies with honey."