Wandering down the long hallway with the guard at her side, Sara shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny of the other prisoners's gazes. Their catcalls and whistles weren't helping either, only causing her to tug her sweater around her slender frame a little tighter.
"Do you need me to go in with you, Miss Ellis?"
She smiled. Gerry was a good man, and in the past few months, a good friend. "I think I'll be okay, Ger." And with that, she was alone in the hall, unlocked cell door in front of her. She took a breath, then took another for good measure, before stepping inside, tilting her head as she observed him, seated with his back to her, chessboard set in front of him.
"I was wondering when you'd show up."
She scuffed the toe of her shoe against the floor, arms folding over her chest unthinkingly. "You arranged the kidnapping of a federal agent."
"Allegedly." She could tell he was smirking, and her suspicion was only confirmed as he turned towards her. "But we both know that's not the real reason you're here, now, is it?"
The silence between them lasted for longer than it should have, and her hands were slightly shaking as she slipped off the sweater, causing him to whistle appreciatively at the sight that greeted him. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he rasped lowly, gaze raking over her now bare upper body.
She felt somewhat sick as she stood there. At the same time, she appreciated the attention. It had been a while since someone had noticed her—really looked at her. And if she had to go to a felon for a good time, then so be it.
"Get over here, legs."
Neal Caffrey wasn't the only one with skeletons in their closet.