**So this is a combination of my own fanfiction and fanfiction of fanfiction. I will put author's notes on the beginning of the chapter when I do fanfiction of fanfiction. The first chapter is a fanfiction of FrozenPhantasm's Breakdown.**

Galina walked through the empty halls of Litchfield. Weird, that. With all the prisoners enjoying the accidental day at the lake, she'd decided to act upon her wildest daydreams. If it would actually work or not, she had no idea. Either way, she had to try. And from the body language he'd been giving her lately, Galina had a good idea that her feelings would be reciprocated.

Her heart thumped, faster than it ever had, as she walked down the vacant hall to his office with the shut door. What if he wasn't in there? What if the guards were all already outside? What if this had all been for naught? Or worse, what if he turned her down and punished her?

With her painted nails, Red rested her hand on the door, waiting for her heart to slow to a manageable beating rhythm.

She knocked, three times. Each time seemed louder than the last. And then, she heard his voice.

"Come in." When she walked through the door, he looked up and smiled. "Red, to what do I owe this visit to?"

"I, uh, Healy."

In all of her years being alive, Galina Reznikov had never once felt as much fear and anxiety as she did in this moment. Again, her heart raced, a surge that caused her vision to go blurry.

"Red? You feeling okay?" Healy jumped out of his chair, grasping her arm. That helped as much as water on a grease fire. His electric touch only made it worse.

Her body acted on instinct. Before Galina knew what happened, she'd reached her hands up to Healy's face, bringing their lips together in a bruising kiss. But once she'd gained control, she jerked back, blue eyes wide as ever.

What had she done? Kissed a guard. Kissed Healy no less.

It felt amazing, but she took a step back—unsure of the next move.

She needn't worry, as soon as her feet moved backward, Healy had a tight hold on her, keeping her stationary.

He lifted a meaty finger to the tip of her nose. In a flash, he had his door shut and the lock clicked, and was back in front of her.

This time, he clutched onto her, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate meld of two people. His hands drifted to the small of her back, sending shock waves to the pit of her stomach. She could feel her panties getting wet and Healy's erection pressing against her stomach.

They broke their kiss, pressing their foreheads together.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" She cooed.

"As long as I have?"

"Probably." They both started into a fit of laughter. Galina stood on the balls of her feet, kissing him again. And again. And again.

It was right.

Everything in the world was right.

Never in Sam Healy's wildest dreams did he ever think that Galina Reznikov would kiss him. He only dreamed that she'd even like him—but kiss him? That never felt like something that would actually happen. And here they were. Locked in his office, kissing like no tomorrow. Like a couple of teenagers not wanting to leave at the end of a date.

"All officers, all officers, we have a situation along the fence line. All officers, respond immediately."

His walkie talkie screamed. Over and over.

Of course their tryst would be cut short.

She sighed disappointedly, not looking into his eyes, but he lifted her chin to. He needed to know that she hadn't made a mistake. He needed to feel that what they'd done hadn't been out of a con.

"This—this isn't some kind of plan?"

As soon as he said it, her eyes dropped, a crushed look.

"No. Never. Not with you, not anymore."

Sam placed another soul-crushing kiss on her lips before sprinting out to the lakeside.