Sometimes things are more magical than you know ~ Agents of SHIELD #wattys2015

The girl in the flower dress (25)

The situation was critic. For Skye, anyway. May had her moment alone with Miles. FitzSimmons were anxiously looking at eachother. Coulson was looking to stuff on a clipboard, while Ward was searching for clues through the whole room, and Sanchez was sitting on a chair with a 'I told you so' face.

Skye... Skye was on the couch, knowing that she was in a lot of trouble.

"I know how this looks-"

Coulson interrupted her with giving her his forefinger.  You could translate that in a few ways.

-Shut. Your. Mouth. I am really mad at you.

-Be. Quiet.

Or, the most logical one: Don't you dare to say something right now because you are in a lot of trouble and you dont want to know how much trouble it exactly is.

Coulson did the clipboard away.

"How long have you two been in contact?" Coulson asked.

"I contacted him once the day I joined to tell that I was okay, and once... Earlier today."

"When you tipped of a active suspect?"

"It's not like that. Miles and I, we're both a little screwed up. He was a little screwed up, I was... A lot, but we looked after one another. That's why I warned him," she told to Coulson.

"Not because we're working together, on this, but we're... Friends."

Coulson's face made clear that he was still very mad at her.

"I'm really sorry."

"Noted," he answered with a face of steel.

"If not you, with who is Mr. Lydon working with?"

"No one... He's an idealist, believes in freedom of information."

"Wrong answer," Sanchez said. "Continue."

"That information cost a man his freedom, and you sabotaged our attemps to remedy that."

"I came her to find out what Miles knows about Chan," Skye shouted, defending herself.

"And?"

"Nothing. Miles is a death end. He's harmless."

"Wrong answer. Again," Sanchez said.

"What are you doing? Playing for polygraph?" Skye asked, a bit cranky.

"Nope, I am observating," Sanchez growled.

"Sanchez, I think May will need your help with transporting Mr. Lydon," Coulson said.

"It would be a pleasure."

Sanchez entered the sleepingroom, leaving Fitzsimmons, Coulson, and Skye behind in the livingroom part of the appartment. May was guarding Miles, who was sitting on the bed. Even he was smart enough not to try escaping, with May as his guard.

"When the others are gone with Skye, I can start my little show."

"Are you sure?" May asked.

"The boss has given the permission himself," she grinned.

Miles looked from one to the other.

"Ehm... Can I know-"

"Shut up," Sanchez hissed.

"You're not speaking or doing something, without or permission. And that's an order."

Her creators had given her an order, and that meaned that she had to complete her mission, whatever it would cost. That meaned that she wanted what she needed, and fast. When she was done with this man, he would be like a little child into her hands.