*Disclaimer: I don't own TVD*

Bonnie Bennett was not having a good day. The lab was completely backed up so now she had half a dozen patients in the infirmary waiting on the results of their bloodwork. A flu or a virus of some kind was rampaging through the Illinois State men's penitentiary where she worked as a doctor.

The other half a dozen patients in the infirmary were in for the ordinary prison injuries. Broken bones, sprained wrists and one case of what she suspected was gonorrhea. Again suspected because she was waiting on the bloodwork. If it was, she would have to write a report and have him transferred to ad-sec; he was probably a rape victim. Scrawny white boy from the wrong side of the tracks and a recovering meth-addict. She dealt with rape victims here on a regular basis. It was just another horrifying reality of prison life.

One that chilled her to the bone.

"When can I get the hell outta here, Doctor Bennett?" asked one of her regulars Joe Morrison, known as Wire cause of his rail thin build.

He was in with a broken leg. He had a bad habit of picking fights he could not win in the yard. He was another guy, she should have transferred to ad-sec, but he refused. And Bonnie tried to respect the wishes of the inmates as much as she could. They were still human beings and she didn't want to be another cog in a federal machine that dehumanized them at every turn.

"Couple more weeks," she said double-checking the chart at the foot of his bed.

That was another thing; the nurse, Katie was not in today. She hadn't called in sick and neither had she quit. She wasn't answering her phone. So on top of it all, Bonnie was mysteriously short-staffed. It was just her and the guards today. Thierry was the one that was in here with her now, but he would be traded soon.

"Cool," Wire nodded his head in rapid succession.

"You're good to move around, but the prison just isn't equipped to accommodate you, so you're stuck here for a little while longer, I'm afraid," she told him with an apologetic grimace.

One of the perks of being the doctor was that she was generally better liked than the guards and the gig left her with a feeling of satisfaction because she was doing something worthwhile. She was helping the lowest members of society. Something, which her father, Rudy Hopkins could not handle. He was a high-ranking board member of a hedge fund company, who had cut her off when she decided to put her medical degree to work here. That was fine, she could live with the disapproval of her distant father.

Another guard came sauntering in, it was Jeremy Gilbert. Jeremy had made a pass at her when she first started working here. Not wanting to offend him, she had gone on a couple of dates, but it wasn't long before the relationship fizzled out. He just wasn't smart enough for her, cruel as that might be. Now, he sent her puppy dog looks, probably trying to work out why she had stopped seeing him.

He was escorting joy oh joy, Kol Mikaelson in shackles. Even in prisoner blues, he was hot. It was a thought she was refusing to acknowledge.

"Thanks, Jeremy," Bonnie said walking into the examination room.

Working with Jeremy was still a little awkward, but she liked to think they had come to an understanding of sorts.

Kol followed her into the room and she closed it behind him, leaving Jeremy on the outside. She didn't allow guards in the examination room.

"You look lovely, sweetheart," Kol said eyes sweeping over her body.

There it was again that spark between them. Bonnie schooled her expression into a scowl. Kol had been a player before landing himself in jail. She didn't need to look him up to know that. He carried himself with the sort of confidence that confirmed this and his good looks told her women would have been easy to come by when he was a free man.

His accent probably didn't hurt either. Neither did the money that came with organized crime. She had seen him around in the yard and he had too much power in here to be in for anything else. Besides, he was educated and that was a rare thing in here.

"It's Doctor Bennett," she corrected irritably.

Kol hopped up onto the examination table. How he managed that while wearing shackles, Bonnie had no idea. Yet he also managed to make it look easy. He was in good shape and unlike most of the men in prison; he hadn't gotten a bunch of ink while he was here.

She walked over and rolled up his sleeve along his forearm.

"How are you feeling?" she asked making sure to keep her voice clinical.

She dabbed at his skin with a cotton swap filled with rubbing alcohol.

"As well as can be in this hellhole. The food is atrocious. You know, I used to dine at the finest restaurants in the world."

Then she got out the syringe. She tapped on it, pushing down on the release button.

"Sounds fascinating," she muttered.

"How about I take you to Paris when I get out?"

Bonnie raised a brow. "You're serving twenty to life."

"I'm not hearing a no."

"Because there is no point in telling you no. You're not getting out and you have this uncanny ability to be completely unfazed by outright rejection," Bonnie informed him eyes narrowing.

"You've noticed."

He winked at her.

Bonnie ignored him. She stuck the needle in the skin of his forearm, rougher than she needed to. He didn't notice. He stared at her, completely relaxed.

This didn't surprise her, Kol had scars along his back and stomach as she'd discovered when he had purposely not worn a shirt underneath his prison blues during his last examination. He had lowered his jumpsuit and she would have rolled her eyes at the obvious ploy if he didn't look so damn good shirtless. Drooling aside, she had no doubt he had an extremely high threshold for pain.

She withdrew the needle and wiped the cut again. She pricked his finger, withdrawing a drop of blood and stuck it in the machine. The results took a few minutes.

"Speaking of the food here. How's it treating you?" she asked surveying him once more. "I know it doesn't have everything you need. And I hope the kitchen is accommodating your dietary needs as best they can."

"I'm touched you care, love."

"Doctor Bennett," she growled. "And I take it by your attitude you are feeling just fine."

Kol flashed a smile. "Are you this attentive with all your patients, doc?"

"Only the ones I think are too stupid to take care of themselves," she retorted with a simpering smile.

Even though she knew he was the furthest thing from stupid.

Kol chuckled and flashed another easy smile. "Suppose that's a touch insulting."

"I really should deflate that ego of yours."

The machine beeped. Bonnie saw that everything was fine with Kol according to his blood. What was wrong with his brain, she had no idea. She suspected an overdeveloped sense of ego and entitlement stemming from childhood, but she would have to consult a psychologist to know for sure.

"Doc," Kol said in a low teasing voice, reaching for her hand and stroking the tips of her fingers. Bonnie was shocked enough into freezing. "Doc, let me take you to dinner when I get out."

He'd attempted flirtatious contact in the past, moving closer than he needed for her to give him his shots, but he had never touched her like this before. Her reaction must have emboldened him because he slid a finger along the palm of her hand up to her wrist. His touch was scorching and she jerked back, a look of wide-eyed astonishment on her face.

"There is nothing wrong with you or your blood sugar levels. You can go," she said her voice only a little shaky.

Kol hopped off the examination table and swaggered off. Over his shoulder, he smiled a crooked smile and his eyes filled with warmth. "I'll even let you pick the restaurant."

Bonnie glared at him in answer.

Smirking, and not a little discouraged Kol walked out. When he finally left, she realized they had not been alone. How long she had been standing there, Bonnie had no idea, but one of the nurses was present. It was Camille and she was watching Bonnie with narrowed eyes.

"Go home, nurse. Your shift was over thirty minutes ago," Bonnie said mustering what was left of her dignity.

Camille still watching her nodded and left too.

When she was finally alone, Bonnie exhaled.

That was a major fuck up.

XXX

When Kol touched her hand he became convinced Bonnie felt it too. This thing between them was not one-sided, just as he had been hoping for months now. Her eyes widened, her breathing stopped and he saw a spark of lust in her eyes. The same hunger he felt, it was mirrored in her expression for just a second. That's what made her freeze he knew it was. Then he pushed things too far and ruined the moment. She had been downright horrified. And Kol knew her reaction would not have been as violently angry if she had not felt something too.

In the original plan, the doctor that worked in the infirmary was simpy the doctor. He needed access to the infirmary on a regular basis so that he would be able to make his way there in a hurry. And that was all he needed the doctor for in the plan, he was not even diabetic. Then he'd met Bonnie and wasn't about to leave her behind when they escaped. He wouldn't leave any female doctor alone in a prison full of rioting men, but especially not her.

The other guard, the stupid one that made mooneyes at Bonnie was gone when he got back. Instead, Thierry was waiting for him.

They started walking back to the main entrance and Thierry kept his pace slow enough he could talk to Kol, but not staying any closer than any of the other guards would. Their escape would take place later today and there was no need to arouse further suspicion.

"Did you stash it?" Kol asked in a low voice.

"I did," Thierry confirmed. "Behind the big cabinet in the Doc's office. You ready for this? Cause when this all goes down, you and Marcel are going to have to move fast."

"I can't wait to get the hell out of here."

If they made it past the common area, all would be well. If not, they would be locked in with the other prisoners. It would be ten minutes at the most before the other guards realized there was a riot on their hands and the cellblocks would be locked down.

The plan had been to escape when he went back for his second shot before dinner, but that had needed to change. A few of the prison guards were growing suspicious they thought something was off. That Thierry was too chummy with certain inmates and there was something suspicious about Katie – she punched one of the guards when he on hit her and Thierry had jumped in, wailing on him, and Kol had been caught defending Thierry against the other prisoners.

That meant they needed to make their escape when Kol and Thierry were not together otherwise it might draw suspicion early enough in the riot that it was stopped, which meant the next attempt to break him out would involve explosives. Something that was not only far more dangerous, but would also draw unnecessary attention to their organization.

Kol sat down with Marcel and a few other men joining a round of cards. Marcel glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, it was a question. Kol nodded indicating everything was in order.

He only kept superficial attention on the game. His real focus was on the room around them. Men were shifting, giving each other covert glances and slipping weapons to each other. This was happening in every group including the Arian skinheads. Though he suspected that was a defense tactic, as he had not involved them.

The rest were lifers from various groups, who had agreed to stir up trouble in exchange for their families on the outside being taken care of. An inordinate number of prisoners came from low-income families and left children behind. It was an easy exchange because now it was the only thing they could do to help their families.

Kol was fortunate. His family was one of the biggest mafias out there. It meant the money and means to orchestrate this sort of large-scale escape in the unlikely event that one of them should be captured by law enforcement. Kol had been double-crossed in a dealing with the Yakuza, landing him back on American soil and incarcerated.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the gangbangers from another table get up and saunter past the skinheads only to stop briefly standing the one on the outside of the group. His crew joined him, moving as one lightning quick. The skinheads were as quick to retaliate, jumping up and in the blink of an eye both groups were clashing.

The guards came over to break it up. Only to be jumped by a swarm of different inmates. Kol saw shanks flying, wrestling for the battalions and the guards on their walkies calling for back up that would not be nearly enough.

Kol and Marcel got to their feet heading toward the corridor that would take them out of C-Block and into D-block where the infirmary was. Thierry was waiting on the outside of the prison.

They passed an alcove and Thierry stepped out. He had his baton at the ready perhaps expecting trouble. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was them.

An alarm went off and Kol could hear the sounds of gates shutting. The riot was succeeding if the guards were shutting down the different blocks.

They were moving faster now.

Bonnie.

She was vulnerable. Once the prisoners in the infirmary heard the alarm they too would begin would begin to riot.

They half-ran, half-jogged the rest of the way to the infirmary. It was only half a mile away but it felt much further as the hurried.

XXX

Bonnie was walking back from her appointment with the warden. He wanted to know if Kol Mikaelson really was diabetic or if she could think of any reason he needed to be confined to solitary. She suspected Kol was not a diabetic, but he had thwarted every attempt she had made to prove him wrong and as for confining him to solitary she saw no reason to drive an already dangerous man crazier by locking him away twenty-three hours a day and sequestering him from the rest of the inmates.

As far as she could tell, Kol was doing his time quietly with the exception of pestering her, but solitary confinement would not fix that. It might even make it worse because he would still need his insulin shots. The wardens attempt to confine him further felt cruel, but she could understand his concern.

How had Kol Mikaelson managed to become such a big part of her daily life?

The alarm sounded and she froze. Behind her the gate shut leaving her trapped in the hallway.

Shit.

She needed to get to the infirmary or a hallway closet and barricade herself before someone found her. This was a maximum-security penitentiary any of the men that found her would be bad and most of the guards were just as bad, if not worse.

Trying to remain calm, she bent down and reached into her sneaker. She pulled out a switchblade and pushed the button. It sprung open; she held it at the ready as she slowly started walking toward the infirmary.

There had to be somewhere through here she could hide. Except before she could find any such place, a group of skinheads showed up. Their entrance was signaled by hooting and hollering, and the stomping of heavy boots and the squeaking of sneakers.

Bonnie tensed, freezing up again when she saw, who it was.

These were men she had patched up, healed. They hated her. Loathed her and she knew most of them would rather die than let her treat them, but she was the only doctor in the entire prison and they had no right to refuse treatment that could save their lives.

They hooted and howled, whooping when they saw her. The one that must be their leader stepped forward, a smile that chilled her to the bones.

"Well lookie what we have here boys, it's that filthy cunt doctor."

Cries of a word that made Bonnie flinch followed.

"Whatever you are thinking of doing to me, it won't be worth what they will do to you when they take the prison back and they will," Bonnie said putting her hand behind her back. To her pride her voice did not shake or as much as quiver.

"Hear that guys, bitch thinks she can tell us what to do," the leader chuckled. "Come on, give it up doc and we won't hurt you, much," he flashed a row of shark like teeth.

He held his hand up, cooing her over. She ignored him, staying where she was. He started toward her and when he lunged, she twisted to the side, knife slicing his arm. She turned and kicked him in the shin.

The other skinheads started forward when they realized she was armed. She feinted and stabbed one in the arm. He grunted and cursed.

The leader grabbed her from behind and tossed her to the ground. She hit the floor with a thud, the air exhaling from her lungs. Stars danced behind her eyelids and she was sure she felt her head crack.

The men laughed.

"That's a big knife you got for such a little girl."

Bonnie kicked him. She hit his injured arm and he groaned. He stumbled back and she scrambled to her feet.

A vicious smile parted her lips. She was not going down without a fight.

She threw herself at the group, knife out and fighting them.

XXX

Kol very nearly lost his mind when he arrived in the infirmary only to find that the other inmates had taken over and Bonnie was nowhere in sight. One of the patients hobbled over on his broken leg.

"Hey, told yah Mikaelson would be the first one here for the doc!" he howled and flashed a smile.

Kol smirked and it was evil. He knew what that look did to people. This man, Wire was no exception he shrunk back, a guarded look coming into his eyes.

"Where is she? I've got dibs, unless anyone has a problem with that?" As Kol spoke, he pulled his baseball bat out from the hiding spot.

They told him they had no idea where she was. Which only infuriated him more, but that idiot guard was there in a corner tied up. Jeremy something or other. Kol hit him until he told him where he could find Bonnie.

As it turned out that was unnecessary. The sound of a woman screaming pierced through the wild noises from the men, partying. There was only one woman in the prison today.

Kol took off toward the sounds of screams, after ordering Marcel to stay and keep an eye on things. He needed to make certain that when the Salvatores arrived things would be under control and they had no opportunity to betray him.

XXX

Bonnie was thrashing and stabbing wildly at the men that crowded all around her, over her, on her. One was kicking her in the stomach, she sliced his ankle, it must have been his Achilles heel judging by the scream he emitted.

Others were tearing at her hair and clothes. Bonnie heard and saw none of it, not really. All that registered was blind pain and panic as she trashed like a wild animal to escape. They shouted foul curse words calling her names, she had never been called except for by them. And still none of it registered. Later, if she survived, she would probably be horrified.

"I thought I called dibs on the doc," a smooth British accent broke into the den of noise surrounding her. It pierced even the bubble of panic she had wrapped around herself. It was the calmness that did it, if the voice had been loud or angry, it wouldn't have registered.

The men stopped, they rose to their feet and stopped kicking her. Bonnie rolled to her side and she was horrified to see, Kol.

Not him, please not him. Anyone but him. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Back off, Mikaelson. This ain't the outside world, your money and connections can't help you here."

Oh God, it was him.

Bonnie opened her eyes and saw that Kol was smirking. And carrying a baseball bat. Where the hell did he get that? Their eyes met and she saw that his gaze softened when he looked at her. She stared back at him, not sure what she was hoping for. Rescue, help perhaps, but that was foolish. Kol was as much a criminal as these men.

Well that was perhaps not an entirely fair assessment because he was not a racist. Neither was he an idiot. These Arian skinheads were low lives with equally low IQs and that made them some of the most dangerous men she had ever met.

Kol's gaze softened even further and she knew then that if nothing else he wasn't going to let the fucking Nazis have her or at least that he would try to help her.

"I wasn't asking," Kol answered voice hard as flint and yet still pleasant somehow. His eyes however, were a completely different story when he looked at the man. They were ice cold, filled with none of the flirtatious heat she had come to expected from him. "Step away from the good doctor before I have to kill you. I really don't have much time."

"Fuck you."

The men swarmed at Kol, the first one, who got within swinging distance did not live to regret it. He took the bat to his temple, hitting the ground. Bonnie could tell just by looking that it was a deadly hit.

Bonnie realizing she did not have much time, crawled to the side. She pulled her legs in front of herself as a shield in the corner. Her switchblade she clutched it in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She would have made a break for it and run away, but Kol and the skinheads were between her and the exit. After the beating, she didn't have the strength to fight her way through. The best she could hope for now was that Kol came out the victor and that he did not have worse plans for her because if he managed to take out all of those men, she didn't stand a chance against him.

Kol killed each of them in turn; using the bat to hold them at a distance and before she quite knew what had happened he was standing in the hallway surrounded by bodies. Bonnie felt sick, she'd vowed to do no harm as a doctor and she had done her best to kill them. Same as Kol. Except he turned out to be far more efficient at it than her.

She rose slowly to her feet. She stared at Kol, knife held ready. He saw the tension in her. He lowered his bat and held his hands up. He walked toward her cautiously, but step by step he came closer.

"It's alright, Bon. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Doctor Bennett," she growled clutching the knife between two hands.

"Doctor Bennett," he amended in that same gentle voice.

XXX

Kol approached her cautiously. Bonnie had this wild look in her eye, he'd seen it before in people when they felt backed into a corner. He was quite certain she felt as if there was no way out. He also noticed she had a switchblade in her hand. He could probably disarm her, if it came to that, but he would rather not. He wanted her to trust him, after all, he had no intention of hurting her.

"Doctor Bennett," he kept his voice low and soothing. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're close enough," she warned gesturing with the knife.

"Doc, you're bleeding. I just want to make certain you are unharmed, alright?"

She hesitated, studying him closely before nodding. It was a quick nervous gesture as if she needed to talk herself into it.

Kol moved closer now, he saw she had blood all over her clothes. Her white doctor's coat was ripped and torn, her hair was a mess, but she was not bleeding. None of the blood was hers, he discovered as he skimmed his hands over the bloody areas. Fresh rage coursed through him at the sight of the torn clothes.

"Animals," he muttered the word.

"That's an insult to animals," Bonnie returned lips quirking ever so slightly upward. It was like she was not certain she still knew how to make jokes, but tried to anyway.

Kol chuckled. "You're right. You don't look hurt."

"I'm fine, really."

She looked up at him then. Her big green eyes were wide and open. Heat coursed through him from the way she was looking at him. Bonnie was beautiful, the kind of beauty that ran deeper than her skin, bone-deep.

"Where'd you get the knife?"

Her gaze turned alarmed and she took a step back. He noted with some satisfaction that she did not attempt to stab him.

"I smuggled it in, in my shoe. I've been prepared for a riot since the day I started working here and if you as much as think about taking it from me, I will stab you."

"I wasn't. It was clever of you, you shouldn't be unarmed in a men's penitentiary and I am not foolish enough to attempt to disarm you."

"Good, then we are on the same page. Now you go that way and I'll go find a closet to hole up in or something," Bonnie said pointing him back down the way he came.

"Doc, don't be foolish now. You'll come with me and I'll watch your back until this is over."

"Why would you do that? So you can have me all to yourself?" she spat disgusted with the earnestness she saw in his expression. It was unnatural and at odds with the way he ordinarily looked at her, and there was no way it was the real thing. Kol was not even the slightest bit earnest.

"No," he said grimacing and it might have been her imagination, but he looked appalled. "I am helping you because I happen to like you, Bon. And that is the only reason."

She raised her chin stubbornly. "I don't believe you."

"Suit yourself however, you should be aware that I am taking a risk by protecting you. I am putting myself in a dangerous situation. Everyone in this prison will want to get their hands on you and if I'm your protector I'll simply be another obstacle."

Bonnie thought it over. He was right. He was making himself a target. "That's true, but why should I trust you over the others?"

"I was hoping my charm would win you over."

Bonnie quirked a brow and gave him a disgusted look. "Kol."

"Very well then. I've been in your office twice a day for a year now, have I ever given any indication I would harm you?"

She thought about that too. "No, but then neither have any of the other men. Mostly."

"And you've read my file? No point in lying, you don't have an alleged mob boss come to your office on a regular basis and not read his file."

"I haven't actually, but working in here, you hear things."

"And were there any allegations of beating women or rape?"

"Of course not, you know that. Not even the warden is saying that."

"Then take a chance. I'll watch your back, keep you safe until this riot is over. I'm your best shot at helping you survive this in one piece. You know that as well as I. So what do you say?"

Kol held his hand out to her. Hesitating for only a second, Bonnie put her hand in his.

"Yes, but if you try anything, I'll still stab you."

He laughed. "I wouldn't expect anything else."

Bonnie stayed well behind Kol as they walked down the hallway to the infirmary. She knew that was where he was taking her. She wasn't sure that was a good idea, but it might be. After all, the men there were wounded, which would mean they would be moving slower. Jeremy should still be there and there was the possibility of barricading themselves in another room. Assuming the infirmary wasn't already out of control, in which case they should find someplace else to lay low until this passed.

Something occurred to her. If Kol protected her and kept her safe until this was over then she would speak favorably at his next hearing. This could play out in his favor, and on top of it all, he could get lucky if he played his cards right. At least that was what would be going on in his twisted mind. Bonnie fought back a grimace, but all the same she felt better knowing he wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his heart. If she knew his motives, he was easier to deal with and easier to counteract.

The infirmary was in complete chaos. Bonnie didn't need to set foot inside to know. Even from the end of the hallway, she could hear the hooting and hollering, the sort of shouting that signaled bad things. She stopped and Kol jerked to a halt as well because he was holding her hand. He turned to look at her.

"What's wrong?"

"I am not going in there. The inmates have clearly taken over," Bonnie told him shaking her head and trying to back away.

Except she didn't get far, Kol switched his grip. He went from holding her hand to restraining her wrist in a matter of seconds.

"Do not run. No one is going to harm you," how he managed to sound calm in this situation she had no idea. "I need to go in there. I have people waiting for me. You'll be safe, I swear, but you have to trust me. Can you do that?"

"Guess, I don't have much of a choice," she said glaring at him.

Kol gave her a puppy dog look. "Trust me, go with it." He shifted his grip, he held her firmly by the upper arm, pulling her close to her. "Tuck that knife away someplace safe."

Bonnie put it in the back of her jeans. She buttoned her doctor's coat, making sure that none of the men in the infirmary would catch as much as a glimpse of it.

"What's the plan?"

"Trust me, can you act like you are resisting? I know it'll be tough, but if you could act as if you hate me, darling that would be helpful."

"It's not acting, if it's real."

She tried to twist out of his grip and failed. Kol with one last apologetic smile at her began to drag her to the infirmary. Panicked, she realized he had never told her what the plan was. Heart pounding he dragged her into the infirmary.

The infirmary was in as bad a condition as she had though tit would be. Jeremy was tied up in the corner. Wire along with the other patients were running amok, they stopped when they saw her with Kol. What worried her more than them was Damon and Stefan Salvatore. A pair of brothers, who worked as hitmen, but judging by their files they were basically serial killers.

Stefan known as the Ripper severed the heads of his victims. He even put them back on their bodies. He was unstable, but he showed remorse after his kills and only targeted people if there was a paycheck in it.

His brother, Damon was a different kind of animal. He drank daily, she had run tests and the state of his liver confirmed this. He raped and killed women in every city he set foot in whether or not there was any money in it. At his trial he had blamed it all on his first girlfriend, a mysterious femme fatal that had played him and Stefan both. Bonnie thought that was a poor excuse to continue raping and killing any woman unlucky enough to get caught up in his life.

They had both been apprehended two years back. The news had been filled with headlines about how two of the world's most dangerous hitmen were finally under arrest. Bonnie knew it wasn't worth much, for each them there were twelve more. That was the downside to working in the prison system, she knew all too well how many truly dangerous people were out there. Men like Wire were more victims than predators, but the Salvatores were like Kol, lethal.

A man, who didn't really fall into either category was standing with the Salvatores, but at a little distance was Mike Gerard, a car thief. He had a reputation around the yard for violence when he was pressed, but he wasn't one of the convicts that the infirmary frequent flyers were afraid of. She had never had much to do with him, he was never in. However, she had seen him around the yard, how could she not? He was hot. Ridiculously so.

When he saw her, he broke into a slow smile checking her out from head to toe. "Told yah, Mikaelson would get the doc."

"But by the looks of her, someone else found her first," Damon said with a smarmy smirk.

A shiver ran down her spine.

"Hey, you gonna share, man?" another one of the inmates called out. He was in for armed robbery.

Bonnie felt bile rise up at the back of her throat. The only thing that kept her calm was Kol's thumb rubbing circles on her upper arm, his grip was meant to be restraining, but it was clearly a reassuring gesture. He was reminding her to relax, to trust him and that if she did, he could keep her safe.

"Don't you fucking touch her," Jeremy groaned.

That brought Bonnie's full attention to him for the first time since arriving. She had been so worried about herself that the shape he was in hadn't fully registered. She tried to rush to his side and examine her, but Kol pulled her back to him. She scowled at him.

"Jeremy, are you hurt?"

"I'll live," he croaked.

"Shut up," Damon said and punched him.

"And no, I'm not sharing," Kol smirked and it was sinister.

Bonnie closed her eyes and breathed deep. She needed to calm down or she wouldn't make it out of here.

Kol threw her into the examination room. She caught herself on the examination table. She heard Mike, Stefan and Damon swagger into the room behind her. Kol stood in the doorway, the bat on his shoulder almost appeared jaunty.

"Anyone decide to follow us in before I'm done with her and I'll kill you," Kol growled and then smiled the happy smile of a little boy. "And if you don't, I might be inclined to share afterwards."

Bonnie swallowed and she put her hand behind her back, touching her fingers to the knife tucked at the back of her jeans. She watched eyes widening when Kol locked the door behind him.

"We are going to need to be quick," Kol told the room. "I'm not certain how long my reputation and a few threats will hold them off."

"My guess, not nearly long enough," Mike said with a lazy smile and a wink at Bonnie.

"What about the doc?" Damon asked steadily moving closer.

Mike stepped between them. He was the closest and it did not escape Bonnie's notice how Kol clutched the bat hard enough his knuckles turned white.

"Move, Marcel."

Marcel? Bonnie knew without a doubt he was talking to Mike, but Marcel was not his name.

"Don't think so," Mike snorted derisively.

"As much as look at her sideways, and I'll kill you Damon. We've the time for that," Kol said.

"What do you mean time for this and time for that?" Bonnie exclaimed. "You're in prison, in the middle of a riot. We have nothing but time."

"Not if we are escaping we don't," Stefan answered with a stony-faced stare that sent a shiver down her spine.

Bonnie was shocked. This was a maximum security penitentiary, there had never been a successful escape from this prison. A handful of attempts, but none that even came close. What were they thinking?

"You can't! And I can't help you with that!" Bonnie cried a look of shock on her face.

"We can and you will. Otherwise, well who knows how long it will be before they lose patience and come looking? And as much as I fancy you, doc, I'm not about to let my one chance at freedom slip through my fingers," Kol told her. "So you are coming with us whether or not you like it because it is your best chance at survival."

Bonnie hated it, but he was right. If Kol and them left her here, there was no guarantee the prison would be back under control before the others made their way in here.

"So basically, sweetheart, shut up and come along or die," Damon informed her.

Kol glowered at him. "You only get the one warning Salvatore."

"Someone's cranky," Damon said in a condescending tone of voice and he made a crazy face.

"We are wasting time," Stefan pointed out.

Bonnie suspected it was as much to save his brother as anything else. She was also willing to bet he spent a lot of time doing that in the yard. Damon had the kind of mouth and swagger that would make the other convicts want to beat him up. It made her want to slap him at least.

"Doc, we're gonna need you to scream and make a racket, alright?" Mike asked.

Bonnie glanced at Kol, wondering what the hell they were doing. He nodded and she realized he had been coming to the infirmary with a purpose in mind. Her suspicion that he was not really a diabetic came back to mind. He was casing the place.

Thanks for reading! This one is a little bit inspired by Prison Break because I just love the idea of Kol and Bonnie going on the lamb together. What do you think of it so far? Should I keep writing? I can't decide if it's going to be a three-shot or a mini-fic with about five or six chapters, guess I'll just have to see how it goes. What do we think of Bonnie and Kol so far? And which inmate is the creepiest up until now? I'm fire-ismy-element97 on tumblr.

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