Mick's heart fluttered in his chest, his hand locked with Daisy's. They had lifted them in surrender to the army that was coming to arrest them for the misunderstanding that was General Talbot being shot in the head by an LMD (life model decoy) that resembled Daisy Johnson. "I will be with you until the very end," Mick said softly. 

"I take full responsibility," Fitz said as the lights returned, but eerily, the entire team was gone, minus himself and Mick. 

"What the?" Mick jumped up from his seat, joined by the panic of Fitz. 

"Where did they go?" Fitz asked as police sirens and blue flashing lights ignited outside the windows. 

"Fitz, what's going on?" Mick asked just as frantic as Fitz. 

"I don't know," Fitz said in astonishment. 

"Hands where we can see them!" Various soldiers yelled as they stormed into Rae's, guns locked on Mick and Fitz, who quickly raised their hands in surrender. 

"Where are the others?" A small framed woman with blonde hair walked in, her face matching the rage in her tone. 

"No clue," Mick said quickly as one of the soldiers pointed his gun at Mick's forehead. 

"They were here! They just vanished!" Fitz exclaimed as the woman scoffed. 

"Take them in," she snapped as the soldiers forced Mick and Fitz to the ground, facing each other. 

"You can't do this! We have to find them!" Mick growled as the soldier jerked his arms behind his back, cuffing him. 

"You can feign ignorance all you want. We know they were here!" The woman roared. 

"You're right! We admit that we were all here! That's what we're saying!" Fitz exclaimed as the soldier jerked him to his feet. "You have to let us find them!" 

"Oh we'll find them. Don't you worry about that," the lady said harshly as the soldiers began to lead them into heavily guarded transport vehicles. The soldiers covered Mick's face before shoving him into the back of the armored vehicle and slamming the door. 

Mick followed every order without question as they lead him into some kind of prison facility. It wasn't until he was forced down into a very uncomfortable steel chair, and cuffed to what he imagined was an interrogation table that his face was uncovered. The walls were concrete, the reflection window, the cold steel table, none of it surprised Mick at all. It was honestly exactly what he expected. He looked over to see an armed guard standing beside the door. 

"Go ahead and try to break out of that. Give me a reason to put a bullet in your head," the guard threatened as Mick took in a deep breath. 

"Can you at least tell me if the others are okay?" Mick asked calmly. 

The door opened as a gruff looking man walked in. "We're the only ones asking the questions Mr. Bellouve."

"Then ask away," Mick frowned. 

"We have security cam footage of your entire team entering the diner at eight fifty five," the man stated bluntly as Mick nodded. 

"That sounds about right," Mick stated.

"Then how come when we arrived at nine forty seven, there were eight plates but only two agents?" 

"If I had an answer you'd have it!" Mick snarled. 

"I don't believe you. I believe this is some kind of cover up," the man smiled at Mick darkly. 

"Then you're as stupid as you look," Mick said as the man's face seethed with rage. 

"How did they escape?" The man slammed his hands on the table. 

"I don't think I can be any clearer," Mick growled. "I don't know." 

"What kind of tech stuff did your little friend Fitz use to help them escape?" 

"Did you see the look on his face? We were both stunned that everyone vanished!" 

"Stop lying to me, Bellouve! You're just trying to protect Daisy Johnson and the rest of you team!" 

"I would love to protect them if I knew where they freaking were!" Mick roared. "I don't even know if they're alive!" 

"So they left you to be the fall guy then?" The man said harshly. "How fitting, the man with nothing to return to being the one to rot in a cell for the crimes of Daisy Johnson and SHIELD." 

"Daisy didn't do anything," Mick mumbled. 

"We have video proof she shot Glenn Talbot in the head!" The man snapped. 

"That wasn't her, it was an LMD," Mick recomposed himself. 

"Made by SHIELD!" The man roared. 

"Not exactly," Mick said as the man's face began to turn purple with rage. 

"Are you telling me all of my intel is wrong?" The man roared. 

"If it's based on everything you've said so far, yes," Mick said in a very calm, Coulson like manner. 

The man slammed his hands on the table, clearly hoping to intimidate Mick by his show of force, only for Mick to stare blankly. The man then stormed out of the room, guards replacing him, unchaining Mick from his chair then shoving him into the hallway then into a concrete, windowless cell with only a bed inside. They uncuffed him keeping guns pointed at him until they slammed the door shut, then left Mick alone in the dimly lit grey cell. 

"Please be okay," Mick said, a tear fell down his face as he thought about the whole team, before settling on his last moments with Daisy.