X marks the spot

Writing On The Wall

Skye had woken Aaron up at a good time in the morning. For once, he had slept in, which was nice. To be honest, as tired as Skye was, she was happy he was sleeping better. Or, at least had for one night.

They had gone up to Coulson's office together, only to hear classical jazz as they entered. What they saw, was him carving once again into the wall.

When the knife he was using broke, Skye stopped the track. It gained his attention just like they wanted.

"How long were you standing there?" Coulson asked the pair.

"Long enough." Was Skye's answer.

"An ungodly amount of time." Was Aaron's.

The two started to make way towards him, "May gave us specific instructions; you go on a date with the crazy wall, we have to chaperone." Skye told him as they both leaned against the table.

"Do I look like I've been sleeping?" Skey said, gesturing to herself.

"I did." Aaron said, raising his hand, with a proud look on his face.

"I'm glad," He said, looking to Aaron; he then looked to Skye, "What's keeping you up?" He asked.

"It's all connected. Everything. Ward has information about my father, who just happens to have the alien buzzkill device, which is somehow connected to the writing, that is connected to the GH serum that is in our blood. Like we're pieces to a puzzle." Skye ranted.

"Except we don't know what the puzzle is, or how the pieces even fit." Coulson said.

"Pretty nihilistic if you think about it." Coulson couldn't help the amused scoff that left his mouth in agreement to Aaron's words.

"It's a hacker's worst nightmare. Everlasting Gobstopper of firewalls." Skye's tone was filled with annoyance.

"It wants us to know. I can feel it." Coulson's words made Aaron scratch his arm a little.

"Now you sound like how I did when I got high one time."

Skye ignored her friend's comparison, "Then, 'it' should tell us, because I have been trying to match the writing to constalation maps, navigational charts, genome diagrams. And, if it's a map, it's a map to nowhere." She said as she was now stood next to Coulson.

"I need you to stick with it. The writing's coming more and more frequently. It used to be two, three times a month. Then once a week. Now it's every day, every night. I can't turn it off." He admitted to the pair.

"Do you even sleep?" Aaron asked, standing on the other side of Skye as he asked his question.

"That's why we need answers." He told them morbidly.

"Shit..." Aaron breathed out, now fully understanding the stakes.

"Anything else?" He asked his agents, now done with that discussion.

Skye and Aaron shared a look, before she asked the eldest of the three, "When does May get back?"

"Not until we find Ward." He told them as he grabbed a new knife and went back to the board.

"This is Morse. I have agents positioned at multiple locations. We have been sitting here for an hour." Bobbi said over the comms.

"He has eleven hotboxes within two hundred miles of his last known position. Odds are, he'll show up at one of them." May's response crackle back over said comms.

"Why isn't there a nationwide manhunt? He escaped from federal custody." Bobbi asked.

"If there was, Senator wouldn't have that looking good on him before elections.....At least, that's my guess." Rebecca said, seemingly trying to backtrack being so sure at the end.