I want to start by apologizing for the delay in updates! I'm so sorry! I got extremely sidetracked with the holidays, school, and series 4 of Sherlock. Anyway, Sherlock is over now *cries* so that will leave more time for updating. Without further ado...

2 weeks later

"I'm glad we finally have a mission, it's been a while," remarked Skye as she walked into the briefing room. "I love down time, but there's only so much Netflix a girl can watch."

Coulson smiled as Skye joined the rest of the team in the briefing room and Fitz piped up, "when do we start?"

"Well, we need a two man team to infiltrate MAL Corp. They're a terrorist group posing as a science research division, but they're hell-bent on taking over control of this country's weapons supply," Coulson explained as he pulled up pictures on the holo-table in front of them.

"Oh fun," said Skye sarcastically, crossing her arms against her chest and leaning on the wall behind her.

"We need a two man team to break into their HQ, which is actually just a warehouse, and take down everyone inside, wipe the computers, and then blow up the base," Coulson explained, showing the blueprints.

"Ok, so who's going in?" asked Skye.

"I am," said Coulson, "and I want Ward with me. May is back up and FitzSimmons are comms, but you're going to be helping FitzSimmons, and if something goes wrong, you're helping May."

"Ok, I can do that."

"Good. We're leaving in 15 minutes, go and help FitzSimmons with the comms."

"Sir yes sir," Skye mock-saluted as she left the room.

--- 15 minutes later ---

"Ward," said Coulson from the top of the spiral staircase, "ready to go?"

"Yeah, give me a second," said Ward as FitzSimmons were putting his comm in his ear and Skye was setting up the flash drive for him to plug into their computers.

"All set," said Skye as she handed him the flash drive, "you're free to go."

"Don't die out there ok?" said Jemma.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said with a reassuring smile.

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Coulson and Ward entered the warehouse without a problem, the premises were suspiciously silent apart from only two guards.

"This is weird," said Ward, shaking his head, "there should be more guards then just those two."

"Yeah, somethings off," Coulson nodded, agreeing with the younger man.

They heard chattering through their comms. "FitzSimmons," said Ward, "what just happened to our comms?"

There was no reply.

"Guys?" asked Coulson, "you there?"

Once again there was no reply.

"Great," said Ward as he sighed, "guess we're on our own." He pointed in front of him, "head down that corridor, the computers should be back there."

Coulson nodded and they stuck close the walls, moving slowly, so as not to be seen.

"There still aren't any guards," Ward noticed, an uneasy feeling settling upon him.

"Why?" Coulson whispered

"I don't know," Ward responded warily, "just keep going."

They got to the door and Coulson picked the lock so they could get in. They were met with not only the computer, but with 10 armed men.

The men advanced on them, and while Ward took out three and Coulson took out two, there were still five more of them. One man got behind Ward and tased him, right after tasing Coulson

The next thing Ward saw was black.

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"Their comms just went dead," said Jemma as she monitored them.

"What? How?" asked Skye as she ran over to the computer that Jemma was at, trying to fix the problem.

"I don't know, one minute they were there and then they just disappeared."

"Do you think something happened?" Skye asked as she frantically started tapping on the keyboard.

"I do," Jemma nodded.

"I'll go get May," said Skye as she bolted out of the room and into the cargo hold.

"We need you ASAP, something happened."

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Ward slowly opened his eyes and scanned his surrounding like he was taught to do. He was in a small, dimly lit room with two security cameras, tied to a chair with his back to Coulson.

Coulson groaned as he raised his head, "where are we?"

"Interrogation room. This should be fun," Ward answered, dead pan.

Coulson sighed, "just what we needed."

The door opened and a man walked in. He was about 5'10" bald, tan skin, and looked to be in his mid-30s. "Hello gentlemen," he grinned at them. They remained silent. "No greeting? Well that's quite rude," he touched his hand to his chest. "Didn't your parents teach you your manners?" He looked at them expectantly for a full minute before rolling his eyes. He walked over to a small table on the opposite side of the room, "well if you won't talk, then I'll just have to make you both talk." He picked up a syringe, "This is a paralytic mixed with an anesthetic. It stops the pain for a while, makes you numb," he explained. "What you're not feeling right now," he said as he pressed a knife into Ward's neck hard enough to draw blood, "it will all come flooding back to you, all at once." He grabbed 5 needles as Ward glared at him, he walked over to him and shoved them up his fingernails, "enjoy that," he smiled.

He walked over to Coulson, "I have something special planned for you." He grabbed another syringe. "This is QNB-T18, its a truth serum, but it has a twist," he explained as he injected Coulson with it. "If you try to fight telling the truth it will send immense pain through your body. Resist it too long and you'll pass out, keep resisting after that and you could die." He stepped back and stood to their sides, so they could both see him at once, ignoring their glares.

"Now, time for the questions," he clapped his hands together. "We'll start with something easy. Who do you work for?" They both stayed silent. "No? Huh, maybe I'll just have to give you some more encouragement." He walked back to Ward and pulled a gun out of his pocket and shot Ward in the foot.

Ward gritted his teeth, it didn't hurt yet, but he knew that it definitely would soon. Both men stayed silent. "Still no?" He shot Ward in the other foot.

"We work for the CIA," said Coulson as he hung his head, defeated.

"Very nice try at lying, but I can tell that you ARE lying. The veins on the side of your head are popping out more than normal veins do, meaning that you're in pain. And if you're in pain, then you are lying. Don't try to fight it, just tell me who you work for," he soothed.

Ward scoffed and rolled his eyes, "this isn't our first rodeo." The pain came back to him at that moment and he grunted loudly, squeezing his eyes tightly and biting his lip as he tried to suppress a shout.

"Ah, I see the drug I gave you is wearing off," The man said with a cruel smile, "a shame really, I could've done more to you before it came back, then you would've been even worse." Ward just glared at him, panting. "Let's try a new set of questions, why were you trying to break into my base?" He looked expectantly at them, "I'm waiting..." He pulled out his taser and tased Coulson in the side, "feel like talking yet?"

Coulson shook his head, "go to hell," and he was tased once more.

"Well then, if you won't cooperate, I'll just have to leave you two alone with your thoughts for a while."

He grabbed his tray of torture devices, but before leaving, he pulled out a belt and smacked both men across the face with it, hard, and multiple times.

"Goodbye, gentlemen," he said as he turned out the lights, leaving them in pitch black.

Soon the pain was unbearable and Ward cried out in pain.

"Are you okay?" asked Coulson.

"Oh I'm fine," Ward said sarcastically through gritted teeth, "you?"

"Tased twice, but I'm better off than you are... Ward?"

No response.

"Ward!"

He cranes his neck to look over his shoulder and saw Ward with his head hanging, blood pouring from that gash by his neck. Not fatal, but enough to cause some serious damage. Coulson closed his eyes and sighed, hoping that May and Skye would be there to save them soon. He didn't know how much longer Ward would last if the man came back.