Alcatraz it Up!

Genre: Shake it Up/Pretty Little Liars/Glee

Rating: M for language, teens involved with alcohol/drugs and sexuality (nothing graphic in first chapter).

Sypnopsis:

When Rocky, Cece, the Hessenheffers, Ty, Deuce and Dina get separated from their school-organized tour of Alcatraz, they end up missing the last ferry back. Creepy stuff starts happening as a storm hits. Luckily they find some new friends to help them through the storm. Santana from Glee and Emily from Pretty Little Liars guest star in this crossover. Femslash.

Pairings: Eventual Rocky/Cece and Santana/Emily.

You can read the unofficial prequel in progress to this fic to get a little bit of a back ground on Emily and Santana's relationship here - s/6908897/1/S_EM

It's a beautiful summer day in the Bay Area. The sun is shining bright in the sky and not a spot of fog is visible from the bow of the Alcatraz ferry. Leaning over, the railing, Rocky inhales deeply, thoroughly appreciating the clean air Chicago so dearly lacks. She smiles widely as the brisk breeze flows through her hair. Three weeks ago, when Cece suggested they go on the annual summer trip with their class, Rocky laughed so hard she literally sprained her jaw. She rubs her jaw now, remembering the pain. As the ferry bobs through the bay's icy waters, Rocky's realizes her best friend was right. This is exactly what they needed to escape Chicago's sweltering heat wave. The sight of Alcatraz looming in the distance sparks excitement in Rocky. It is a historical site after all. The tall girl jumps and nearly lurches over the railing when cold fingers slip up the sides of her shirt towards her tickle zones. Rocky yelps as she struggles to right herself. Her knee jerk reaction is to turn around and yell at Cece, when she realizes it can't be Cece. While Cece knows all about Rocky's no zones (and exploits them on the regular), she knows better than to try something like that with Rocky hanging over the edge of the boat. She spins around and stretches to her full height with tight fists clenched by her sides. Rocky's ready to shove a size 10 boot into the offending derriere when she realizes it's not a middle aged lecher going for a feelsies. It's a tiny boy.

"I'm sorry! I thought you were my mommy!" the curly haired toddler says.

"It's ok," Rocky says. She smiles at down at the little boy. Although her heart is still thudding from nearly going overboard, Rocky unclenches her fist and pats the boy softly on his shoulder.

"Rupert! Leave that girl alone!" A woman calls to the boy.

"Bye!" the boy says. Rocky laughs when the kid clumsily hugs her knee before waddling off to his parents. A yelp from the lower deck cuts through the winds. The sound of feet shuffling followed by a thud comes from below. Rocky turns to the rail and leans over to investigate the source of commotion. A series of unfortunate scenarios flash through her mind.

"Please don't be Cece," Rocky says when the sound of a scuffle from the lower deck reaches her ears. Rocky cranes her neck in an attempt to visually locate her best friend. "Please, please, please, don't be Cece." Rocky barely registers the tall brunette joining her at the edge of the railing as she scans the crowded lower deck for her red head.

"Santana…"Emily sighs, peeking over the railing as a barrage of bilingual Spanish/English expletives is carried up on the wind.

"Oh no," Rocky mutters when she spots Cece. The tiny red head is standing between a beautiful, tanned girl and a group of teenage boys. Rocky watches in horror as tiny Cece attempts to assume the role of peacekeeper between the rowdy boys and the visibly enraged brunette. One of the boys has a hand over his cheek.

"And she's about to go all Lima Heights in tres...dos…uno," Emily says with a wry smile.

"Cece no!" Rocky sighs before pushing off the railing. Emily watches in amusement as Rocky takes off towards the stairs in a flurry of flying scarves and hair. Leaping down the narrow stairs two at a time, the gangly girl nearly bowls over a man carrying an armful of overpriced nachos. She barely makes it to the main deck when the sound of a slap reaches her ears. A yelp followed by another few slaps resound loudly.

Rocky turns the corner to see the group of boys cowering from a particularly angry looking brunette. Three of the boys clutch their cheeks, while a fourth pinches a bloody nose. The fifth and final boy sits on a bench, hunched over, nursing his injured groin. Rocky frowns when she sees Cece sitting on the floor. The girl's hands are clutched to her chin.

"Baby girl…" Santana says, kneeling next to Cece. She wraps an arm around Cece's waist and helps her to her feet. Santana glares at the boy with the broken crotch for a second before he and his gang decide to vacate the area in a hurry. She sits Cece down on a bench. "Are you ok?" Santana gently removes Cece's hand from her bruised chin. The older girl winces at the rapidly darkening bruise on Cece's chin.

"Hah, it takes more than an elbow to the face to take Cece Jones out of the game." Santana smiles as the younger girl points at her chin dramatically. "I do not go down that easy." Cece scoffs with false bravado before turning away and wincing as the throbbing in her chin intensifies. At this, Santana's eyebrow arches and a smirk appears on her face. The sexual innuendo flies right over Cece's head, but Rocky doesn't miss a beat. A blush grows on Rocky's face for Cece.

"Heyyy Cece," Rocky says. She stands awkwardly in front of the seated girls. Santana looks up, finding herself staring into Rocky's crossed arms. She leans back and her gaze continues up to Rocky's face. Rocky shifts uncomfortably in her boots as Santana's eyes rake over her body before finally meeting her eyes. They lock eyes for a moment, and something she can't quite place in the older girl's eyes suddenly sparks Rocky's self-consciousness. Rocky tucks some loose hair behind her ear and slouches a little before sitting down on the opposite bench. From the upper deck Emily observes the exchange, seeing what the two young girls aren't able to see...yet. She sighs and decides to head down before Hurricane Santana decides to unleash herself on another unsuspecting soul again.

"Rocky! These stupid boys were throwing cigarette butts at the seals earlier and I told them to stop. But they didn't. They started throwing them at me, and those total butt faces started calling me a stupid firecrotch. Whatever that means. Cause obviously, nothing's on fire here," Cece says, pausing to both point and look down at her jeans. Rocky and Santana's eyebrows leap at this remark. Rocky's eyes widen in embarrassment. She quickly leans forward and grab's Cece's pointing hand away from her groin. Rocky squeezes Cece hand reassuringly.

"Cece?" Rocky says.

"Yes?"

"Please continue," Rocky says, offering Santana an apologetic look.

"Anyways. That's when-." Cece stops when she realizes she doesn't know what her savior's name is. Santana smiles when the red head leans in close and whispers loudly. "I'm sorry what's your name?"

"Santana."

"Right. So then Santana totally saw them being asses and she kicked their…asses," Cece says, failing to come up with a better word. Cece gets up and seats herself in Rocky's lap. "And I threw your Icee on them. Sorry Rocky." She wraps an arm around Rocky's shoulder and offers a sheepish smile. Santana's eyes sweep curiously over their body language.

A twenty something college guy with two Icees in his hands passes by. Santana wordlessly stands up, cutting him off. Before he realizes what's going on, Santana snatches the drinks from his hands. The guy opens his mouth for a moment before realizing this is the girl who just scared the wannabe Oakland cholos off to the opposite end of the ferry. He closes his mouth and walks away without a word. Santana shoves one of the cups in Rocky's hand and the other in Cece's. Rocky watches when Santana doesn't retract her hand from Cece's. Holding Cece's hand around the drink, Santana guides the icy cup against Cece's chin.

"Don't worry red. You'll be fine if you ice that for a while," Santana says. The older girl blinks and the sunlight filters through her perfect lashes. Both Rocky Cece shudder involuntarily when they realize how close Santana's face is.

"Believe her. She's had her fare share of shiners," Emily drawls from over Santana's shoulders.

"Only on account of Quinn Fabray being the clumsiest pyramid top ever…Thank's, Ass 'n Thighs." Santana says.

"Hey now. Watch the adult language around the kids," Emily says, watching a group of elementary kids walk by. She cracks a smile before slipping her arm through Santana's. Emily turns to her young Icee slurping audience on the bench. "I'm Emily." Rocky and Cece quicky remove the straws from their mouths. Cece quickly slides off Rocky's lap and reaches out to shake Emily's hand.

"Cece." Cece shakes Emily's vigorously.

"Rocky," Rocky says, standing up.

"ROC-KAY! CE-CEY!" Deuce's voice shouts from across the deck. "We're doing the count off! Principal Rabinoff's gonna to kill you two if you're not here before we dock!"

"Sorry! Gotta go! It was nice to meet you guys! Thanks for the Icee!" Rocky says. She flashes a smile before dashing through the crowd of tourists swarming towards the exit plank. She's halfway through the crowd when she realizes she's holding a red headed, toddler's hand. Rocky turns around when someone taps her roughly on the shoulder. The boy's angry mother swings a heavy pleather purse at Rocky before snatching her child away. "Sorry!" Rocky says. She turns to see Cece still talking to Santana and Emily.

"Anyways, thanks again," Cece says.

"Seriously, it was nothing," Santana says. Before she knows it, Cece is hugging her tightly. Cece grins at Emily before latching on to her as well.

"It was nice to meet you!" Cece says before giving Emily a hug. The red head's grip on her Icee tightens a big too much and a dollop of the freezing red drink splashes onto Emily's neck and collarbone. Cece pulls away from Emily and quickly wipes at the spilled Icee with a finger. "Yum," Cece says, completely oblivious of Santana and Emily's stares as she sucks on her finger.

"Cecelia Jones!" Deuce screams again.

"Come on Cece!" Rocky bursts out of the crowd and grabs Cece's hand. "We're going to get lost!"

"Sorry! Bye!" Cece says. "Hopefully we'll see you in Alka-Seltzer!" Cece adds as Rocky shoves her towards their disappearing class. Rocky pauses mid-lunge and spins around. She reaches out and rubs the remainder of the spilled Icee from Emily's neck and proceeds to pop her finger in her mouth.

"Yum! Bye!" Rocky grins before racing to catch up with Cece. Santana pulls a tissue from her purse. Emily waits patiently as Santana reaches out wipe the rest of the syrupy red drink from her neck.

"Well, it's only fitting that we're following the jailbait right into Alcatraz," Santana says.

Santana kicks a stray pebble off the path leading up to the main entrance to the historic prison. She'll never admit it, but she's happy Emily forced her to leave Lima at the start of summer. Santana Lopez is a high school graduate and she really should see what her country has to offer before deciding to move to New York. Their drunken game of blind folded darts during one of Berry's famously bad parties took a turn for the destructive when Emily and Santana started using Rachel's wall map as a target. They managed to hit San Francisco, Los Angeles, Mount Rose Minnesota, Abilene Texas and, Miami before losing all their darts. When Emily suggested a road trip, Santana really couldn't find a good reason to say no. A light smile appears on Santana's lips as she looks out over the water. Being on Alcatraz Island is literally being miles away from the world. A cool gust of wind slips into Santana's neckline. Remembering Cece and Rocky 's parting words and actions widens the smile on Santana's face.

"You're having a good time," Emily says, pulling Santana from her thoughts. Santana scowls when she realizes she's been smiling absently at the hauntingly beautiful architecture around her since she stepped off the ferry.

"We haven't even gotten to the damn door yet!" Santana says.

"You're still having a good time," Emily chides. She wraps an arm Santana's shoulders and guides her through the entrance to actual the prison building.

"No thanks man. I got this," a boy with a pair of bulky, highlighter-orange headphones around his neck says to the woman handing out headsets for the audio tour. The woman stares blankly and the headphones dangle pitifully from her outstretched hand.

"Oh just take it Martinez!" A girl with a thick American Italian accent grabs the head phones dangling from the woman's hands and shoves them forcefully into the boy's chest.

"Yes honey." The boy coughs and rubs his chest before trudging along the line. Santana watches as the hordes of slow moving tourists shuffle around with identical audio players dangling around their necks.

"You can give me the notes," Santana says, pressing her audio tour device into Emily's palm.

Ten minutes into their tour, Santana gives in and takes her audio tour player back from Emily. (She's sick of constantly waiting for Emily to listen to the recording before repeating the key points out loud.) The day goes by so quickly. After walking through the mess hall, baseball field and recreational yard, garden and officer's chambers, Emily and Santana find themselves amongst the last of the remaining tourists. It's late and but thanks to summer, the sun is barely starting to set. Santana and Emily find a nice seat on the top of the oversized concrete bleachers overlooking the recreational yard.

"Come on girl, give up the goods," Santana says, reaching into Emily's jacket. Emily laughs and attempts to swat Santana's prying fingers to no avail.

"Ok! Ok. Here," Emily says. She guides Santana's impatient hand to the flask hidden in her jacket. They fumble over the cap for a second.

"Ooh, baby girl…Jameson?" Santana says after taking her first swig. "You really brought the good stuff." Santana pulls the flask away when Emily reaches for it.

"Hey…" Emily says.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth," Santana says. Emily raises an eyebrow at Santana before complying. The Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco skyline is completely visible above the edge of the prison walls. The view is breath taking. Two familiar figures, a tall brunette and a petite red head, appear at the door leading into the recreational area.

"Come on Rocky! We have to get this! The sun's about to set!" Cece says, tugging on Rocky's arm.

"Fine! But we have to hurry! We only have thirty minutes till the last ferry leaves," Rocky says as Cece drags her towards where Santana and Emily are seated.

"Really? Rocky? Only thirty minutes? I'm pretty sure we could run ten laps around this whole island in thirty minutes," Cece says.

Santana and Emily hear the younger girls bickering from a distance. Emily nudges Santana in the side and motions for her to hide the flask.

"Oh hey!" Rocky says when she realizes she and Cece have stumbled into Emily and Santana's personal bubble.

"Santana! Emily! Hi!" Cece beams at the two older girls. "This is going to be perfect! I get a picture of the prettiest sunset I've ever seen and my new super awesome butt kicking hero," Cece says as she sets her camera for a timed shot. She struggles with propping the device on a wall indentation for a moment. Finally she wedges the device behind a section of the barred window before aiming the camera. "Come on guys!"

Cece and Rocky flank Santana. Santana freezes for a second when she feels Cece and Rocky's arms around her waist. The tiny red head snuggles in closer as the flashing red light on the camera speeds up. Her head fits perfectly into the crook of Santana's neck. Rocky presses in on Santana's other side. Santana finds half of her face burrowing into the crook of Rocky's neck. Rocky reaches over to Emily and pulls the hesitant girl in close. Emily smiles and gives in to the younger girl and wraps her arm around Rocky's neck. The camera goes off several times and captures the girls smiling first at the camera then at each other.

"Lets see!" Rocky says, releasing Santana and Emily to retrieve the camera. They all crowd around the tall girl for a look at the screen. The pictures are perfect. All four girls have wide smiles. The sun is slowly inching behind the top spires of the Gold Gate Bridge, leaving a picture perfect silhouette.

"I don't want to leave," Cece whines to Rocky as she looks across the shimmering waters. "It's so beautiful here!" Cece latches onto Rocky's side. Emily hides a laugh behind her hand when Rocky turns to the side and silently mouths 'ouch' over Cece's head when the red head's hug tightens around her rib cage.

"Jesus," Emily whispers. A strange feeling of anguish and longing fills her from the pit of her stomach to her throat. "Could you imagine being able to see this everyday? Knowing you'll never be able to leave here? Knowing you'll never get to cross that bridge again?" Rocky and Cece look at her curiously. "Beautiful curse huh?"

"No need to get morose on us Em," Santana says, hugging the taller girl.

"Don't worry, we're all leaving tonight. We have," Rocky pauses to peer over the top of Santana's head at her watch. "Twenty minutes before the ferry leaves." As soon as the words leave Rocky's mouth her phone rings.

"I'll get it!" Cece yells. Rocky flinches when Cece's cold hand slips into her pocket. "Hey Ty. What's up? Oh…Here's Rocky." Cece quickly shoves the phone into Rocky's hand. She pulls Santana and Emily away from Rocky as the tall girl presses the phone to her ear. "She's about get yelly in a second."

Ty, Deuce, and Dina stand in front of the empty dock. Dina rubs her boyfriend's back in an attempt to soothe hyperventilating boy.

"I know! The schedule said that but they're gone!" Ty says, pacing back and forth. His frustrated stomps thud loudly on the wood. He stops and looks around. "You think I didn't try and find a responsible adult?" Ty says, mocking Rocky's choice of words. "There ain't no body here Rocks. It's just me, Deuce and Dina."

"Helloooo baybeeees!" Gunther's voice booms from down a tree-covered path.

"And the Hessenheffers…" Ty groans into his phone. "…Principal Rabinoff's cell fell into a toilet at lunch…don't ask cause I'm not telling you how I know that…ok, we'll meet you there soon."

"And vat are you three still doing here?" Tinka asks, strolling out from behind a pine.

"The ferry left way early. Everyone's gone," Ty says. "What are you two doing here?"

"Gunther and I were planning on searching Alcatraz for our great grandfather's hidden treasures. He was an inmate here for while, purely a case of mistaken identity for your information. Anyveyz, Gunther and I are also going to film our very own prison musical here tonight, without those stupid kids and slow valking tourists ruining every single shot," Tinka says without taking a breath. "And lucky for us, that incoming squall forced everyone to vacate the island early."

"Well, everyone except for you lot…" Gunther adds, distaste dripping from his words. Lightening arcs in the dusk sky. Gunther screams and leaps into Ty's arms.

"Dude, seriously?" Ty says, glaring at the tall blonde boy cowering in his arms. He drops Gunther to the floor roughly. Seconds later, a heavy thunderclap reverberates across Alcatraz island. Ty screeches and jumps into Tinka's arms.

"The kettle iz feeling a little black I see," Tinka chides. Ty looks down and blushes furiously when he sees that Tinka is holding him honey moon style. He drops to the floor and straightens out his clothes.

"I ain't even gonna dignify that with a response," Ty says.

"Oh hell no. We are not staying here tonight," Santana says. "Alcatraz is the shit and all but I needs to get my food on. Her foot steps echo eerily off the walls as she paces back and forth between two cells.

"Well how are we getting off the island? All the ships in the bay have been grounded. There's a huge storm coming in," Rocky says, reading the extreme weather bulletin on her phone. "And there's a no fly zone imposed on the city. Something about sudden downbursts being a huge danger to aircrafts right now."

A metal gate slams in a far end of the prison. Rocky, Cece, Emily and Santana freeze. They exchange looks. Another metallic clang at the end of the halls breaks the silence. Santana reaches into her purse and pulls out a roll of quarters. She grips the roll tightly in a fist before edging down the empty hall. Emily picks up a prop guitar from one of the decorated cells and follows Santana, holding it like a baseball bat. Rocky and Cece fall back and watch as the older girls investigate the noise. Santana and Emily both jump when Gunther and Tinka leap out from behind a corner.

"I am Gunther!" Gunther yells, not knowing how close he just came to losing his front teeth. (Their flashing sequins and chiffon outfits wilted Santana's fear just in time for her to abort her Lima closed fist bitch slap.)

"And I am Tinka!" Tinka adds.

"And we are the Hessenheffers!" They finish in unison.

"And I'm about to go up in flames if you don't take a step back," Santana says, eyeing Gunther. Gunther and Tinka's smiles drop as the full intensity of Santana's disgusted stare sinks in.

"Fire?" Gunther says. "Oh, don't worry, these are just electronic," Gunther says, looking at the dancing LED dots on his shirt.

"And I thought Hummel would be the biggest flamer I'd ever meet," Santana mutters under her breathe.

"We checked everywhere. The entire crew's gone. We're stuck here for the night. Alone," Ty says, rounding the corner. He stops talking when he sees Santana and Emily. "Why hello, I'm Ty Blue and you are?"

"This is Santana and that's Emily," Rocky says quickly when she sees that Ty's charm is failing to work on the older girls. "That's my brother Ty." She breathes a sigh of relief when Deuce and Dina manage to introduce themselves without making them seem any younger than they are.

"Oh my God," Cece says. Rocky's eye widen in alarm when she sees Cece climbing on top of an old, over sized radiator. Cece stands on her tiptoes to peek out of the window "You guys have to see this." The rest of the kids join Cece, holding on to the wrought iron bars covering the window. In the distance, the water churns and froths violently. Rocky doesn't want to scare her anyone, but she knows for a fact the water has risen considerably since they landed on the Island a few hours ago. In fact, the water's getting so rough, over sized waves are now slamming into the sides of the island hard enough to splash up against the lower level buildings below. In the distance, lightening strikes in the dark sky. Santana quickly jumps down from the window.

"Get away from the windows," Santana says. Everyone but Cece scrambles down and away from the windows immediately.

"Hey, you guys? I think I see a whale-," Cece starts when a bolt of lightening hits the side of the old water tower in the yard. Another bolt of lightening strikes right outside the window, sending a loud crack through the air. A harsh wind throws a stray branch against the window. Cracks spider through the glass. Cece flinches away from the window and falls off the aged piping. Santana's Cheerio's instincts kick in and she manages catch Cece before she hits the floor.

"Uh Cece? You can let go now," Rocky says when Cece's face stays buried in Santana's neck.

"Hey, you ok?" Santana whispers to the limp girl in her arms. She gives Cece a soft squeeze but receives no response.

"Cece?" Rocky says when the red head fails to move. Rocky falls to Santana's side and gently pushes the hair from Cece's face. Her eyes are closed. Blood drips from a shallow cut on her temple, slowly bleeding into her red hair. Rocky's heart starts thudding. Tears well up behind her eyes and it feels like all the air in her lungs has been sucked out.

"Don't worry, she's alive," Santana says. She can feel Cece's soft breaths against her neck. They quickly move Cece to the nearest furnished cell and lay her on the padded cot. Santana gently lifts Cece's head to wedge her balled up jacket under her neck. Rocky sheds her own jacket and lays it over her best friend's petite body.

"Is she going to be ok?" Rocky asks, sitting on the edge of the cot.

"She's probably in shock," Emily says. She kneels by Cece and presses two fingers against her pulse point. Her heartbeat feels strong against Emily's fingers.

"K, I got some Aspirin, Gummy Vites, and baby wipes," Dina says, opening the left side of her jacket. Rocky wordlessly takes the baby wipes from Dina. She carefully cleans the cut on Cece's temple.

"Ow…" Cece moans. She blinks a few times before opening her eyes. "Wow, who died?" Cece asks when she sees everyone crowding over her.

"Cece!" Rocky says. She helps the groggy girl sit. "Thank God!" Rocky says, clutching Cece.

"What just happened?" Cece asks, wondering why everyone looks so concerned. Her eyes widen when she sees the bloody baby wipe in Rocky's hand.

"It's just a small cut," Rocky says holding up a small compact so Cece can see her temple. "Santana totally just saved your butt, again," Rocky adds softly.

"See," Tinka says, holding out her phone. She replays a video of the window cracking and Cece falling off the wall. Tinka pauses the second after Santana catches Cece. "The look of pain on her face? Caused by your bony butt, Cece."

"Hey!" Cece says. She turns to Rocky for help and frowns when her best friend merely adverts her eyes.

"It wasn't that bony," Santana says.

"And it doesn't look bony at all," Emily adds, trying to be helpful. Santana and Emily look at each other and laugh, the effects of their last few shots now apparent.

"I'm sorry, but how old are you guys again?" Santana asks. Everyone answers at once Fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen echo in the hall.

"Fuck it. I needs me another drink," Santana says, reaching into Emily's jacket again.

"You know what? Me too," Rocky says, surprising her friends. Impressed, Santana nods and hands her the flask.

"Wait. Are you sure Rocky?" Cece asks.

"Yeah? You really want to do that?" Ty asks.

"Hold on." Santana holds up a hand. "Is she a crazy drunk?"

"No," Cece says. "Well, I don't know. Rocky's never been drunk before," Cece says.

"Oh come on! It's not like we're in school!" Rocky says. She throws back a large gulp. "Yegh." Rocky scowls at the burning in her throat. She takes another swig.

"First time huh?" Santana says. Rocky nods as she hands the flask to Cece. Cece takes a long swig and hands an empty flask back to Emily.

"Sorry," Cece squeaks. Emily and Santana smile at each other and laugh.

"Well, what do you expect when you're drinking with a ginger?" Santana says. "Lucky for us, I came prepared." She pulls another flask from Emily's purse. "Any one else want to join the party?" Santana asks.

In fifteen minutes, everyone is on the restricted upper level cell block. Deuce's mini boom box is playing Fire by Joe Budden and everyone is dancing up a storm. Cece and Rocky wind up dancing on a cot in one of the cells. Ty uncomfortably notices Cece and Rocky's dance moves growing more provocative by the minute. Their hands linger a bit too long on each other's hips. At one point, Cece's arms are around Rocky's neck and they move against each other like they're in a rap video. Beautiful Liar by Beyonce and Shakira starts playing.

"Oh no," Rocky says. "You gotta go, bro. I'm about to get real in here with my girls Beyonce and Shakira. You ain't gonna like it," Rocky says to Ty. Ty quickly spins around and pulls Tinka out of the cell and into the one where Deuce and Dina and Gunther are playing poker.

The Shake It Up Chicago dancers' moves take a turn for the sexual as their alcohol fueled hormones strip them of all inhibitions. Hips start rolling and dipping in unison. The girls' moves are literally mesmerizing. Cece and Rocky have been dance partners for as long as they've been friends and it shows in their dancing. Cece's body is an extension of Rocky's. They turn to face each other. Cece's arms find their place at Rocky's neck and Rocky's hands grip Cece's hips. Their bodies move in sync. Every time Cece's hips roll forward, Rocky's dips back. Rocky slides her hands up Cece's sides and along her arms before taking Cece's hands in her own. She pins Cece's hands to the wall above her head and holds them there. Cece's dilated pupils watch as Rocky completes several body rolls against her. Rocky steps to the side and spins Cece around before pressing into her back.

Emily and Santana pause to take another swig from the flask, never taking their eyes off the dancing girls. They can't stop watching Rocky and Cece dance.

Cece laughs and jumps off the cot to give Rocky all the space she needs when the instrumental break comes in (thank you Deuce for the music video version). Rocky leans back, holding her shoulders against the wall as she starts twirling and rolling her hips slowly. She slides down the wall, her hips never pausing. Rocky falls to her knees and executes another set of body rolls, complete with hair flipping, before the instrumental break ends. The serious look on her face dissolves into a grin. She laughs and reaches out to pull Santana up on the cot with her.

"Come on, don't leave me hanging here girl!" Rocky laughs. Santana nods and takes Rocky hand. "Damn…" Rocky grins with delight when Santana repeats a complicated set of moves to her. The girls take turns mirroring and leading each other. As the song plays on, the space between their bodies shrinks until Santana is pressed against the younger girl. When the song ends, Santana realizes she's been literally straddling Rocky's thigh. Rocky's age flashes through her mind and Santana decides she needs to drink just a little more for this. Santana laughs and pulls away from Rocky before stumbling off the cot. She staggers as her feet touch the ground. Emily and Cece catch her before she can slam into the cell wall.

"Ha, Santana-two, Cece-one. We're almost even," Cece says, watching Santana press her lips to the flask.

"I'm not keeping count," Santana says, handing the flask back to Cece. The older girl watches as Cece take a long, slow pull of the liquor.

"Good because I'm not really good at counting…or spelling," Cece says. Emily smirks at Santana from over Cece's head as she reaches for Cece's wrist. Emily guides the flask, still in Cece's hand, towards her lips. Cece quickly gets the hint and spins around to feed the drink to Emily.

Santana props herself against the wall as Cece backs up against her. All rationality drains from Santana's mind as Cece reaches back to slip a hand behind Santana's neck. Rocky jumps down from the cot when Ride by Ciara starts. She grabs Emily by the shoulders and sits the girls down on the cot.

"You're gonna want to be seated when you see this," Rocky says cockily. Emily leans back on her elbows and gives Rocky her full attention. Emily's pupils dilate when Rocky's starts singing. The girl's understated voice fits the song perfectly. "I can do it big…I can it long…I can do whatever or however you want…" Rocky's hips dip and roll to the beat of the song. "I can do it up and down, I can do it circles…" Emily bites her lip hard as Rocky's swirling hips speed up then down again when she hits the chorus. "I market it so good…They can't wait to try me…They love the way I ride it…They love the way I ride the beat like mo****freak..."

"…Cece better see see me," Ludacris raps. At the mention of Cece's name Rocky points at Cece. Cece pushes off Santana and slips into the dance with Rocky. Santana laughs and shakes her head before sitting down in Emily's lap to watch them dance. Something buzzes against Santana's ass. She turns around and raises an eyebrow at Emily.

"Ok Fields. What was that?" Santana asks. Emily stares at Santana for a moment before her crotch buzzes again. "Tell me that's what I hope it is," Santana smirks. Emily reaches into her pocket and pulls her phone out. She furrows her brow when she sees that it's a text. Who the hell is texting her at 11:47 PM Western-2:47 AM Eastern time? Emily's head swims as she tried to read the text. The letters swirl on the bright screen. Emily tosses the phone in her purse before deciphering the message.

'Enjoying the E in your Jameson? Try not to scare the kids, Em. Statutory rape can get you up to 4 years in California. Then again, you seem to be having fun in prison already.-A.'

Down the hall, a hooded figure pulls a lever. Steel gears grind as locks slide into place. Gates and doors swing shut, sealing off all exits from the prison.

Next time on Alcatraz it up…

Will Emily and Santana realize they've been roofied by A? Will they keep things PG-13 with Rocky and Cece? Will they be successful or will V Cards be swiped? How are they going to get off the Rock? When the hell are they going to realize they've been locked in? And will they survive being stuck with the Hessenheffers?