I saw this movie a long time ago and just recently watched it again, which gave me the idea to write a story about it since there aren't that many. I don't own anything except my character, Molly Cross.

Rated M for language.

Molly speaks French. The French words will be in brackets, like so.. (wordswillbeinEnglish)

Enjoy!

It was a warm July day, just like the day before that and the day before that. Yet, Molly had a feeling something different was going to happen today.

"Hey Moll, we're getting' someone," Dean called to her. She sighed, ("I'll be back later Eddie,") she smiled at the balding man. "Au revoir," he nodded and laid back down on his bed. Molly was known for getting along with the prisoners, talking to them when they had no one else to talk to.

She walked out of the cell and locked it. She strolled past the bathroom.

"Christ." Brutal, Dean and Molly heard Paul groan. "You alright in there?" She asked, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, for a man pissing razor blades," was the reply she got. He got out, sweating profusely.

"It's…it's getting better. It's clearing up," he nodded. They all raised their eyebrows at him. Paul straightened up as they heard a small honk outside. Molly peered out the window next to Brutal.

"Damn, they're riding on the axle."

"What the hell…" Molly whispered, looking at Brutal. An extremely large man stepped out of the truck. "Dead man…dead man walking," Percy shouted. Molly rolled her eyes. Percy was always dramatic.

The man was at least 8 feet tall. "Betcha he can knock your ass down in a second, Brutal," Molly smirked. Brutal glared jokingly at her.

"Paul…you gotta take a look at this man…he's enormous."

"Well, he can't be bigger than you," Paul grinned.

"What is this, Pick on Brutal Day?" Brutal sighed and chuckled as he unlocked the front door.

The prisoner came walking in, with Percy yapping on and on, "Dead man, dead man walking." Molly barely reached his elbows, he was huge!

The other prisoners stood gaping at the stranger. "Am I gonna have trouble with you?" Paul asked him. He asked him again when he didn't get a response. "Can you talk?"

A deep, yet soft voice spoke up, "Yes boss, I can talk." Paul walked into the cell. Not sure of what to do, the stranger just stared at him. Percy took this chance to hit him with his baton. Molly narrowed her eyes. Percy always tried to show off by hitting or cussing at the prisoners.

Annoyed with Percy, Paul tried to send him away. "Uh-uh," Percy shook his head. "I don't care where you go Percy, as long as it's not here," Paul said with a stern face.

Percy nodded his head, "Alright," he whispered. He turned around and bumped into Brutal. A look of horror graced his face and he quickly walked away. Molly grinned at Bru. Percy was always scared of him.

Ed chuckled as Percy walked by. Without a second thought Percy took his baton and smacked it across Ed's fingers. "Ah!" Ed cried out.

Fury raged through Molly. Keys still in her pockets, she walked over to Ed's cell. "I wiped that grin off your stupid face, now didn't I?" Percy spat at him.

"Fuck off Percy," Molly growled pushing him out of the way. She quickly opened Ed's cell, "I'll take care of this Paul," she said as she helped him up. "Get the hell off this block, asshole," Molly narrowed her eyes at Percy. He looked back at everyone else, who all looked at him with disgust.

He bit his lip and marched off. "No, (hold on...I wanna see this,") Ed whispered as he continued to stare at the cell across from him.

"You're name is John Coffey?" Paul asked, looking at the clipboard.

"Yes sir, just like the drink, only not spelt the same."

"Well, you can spell, right?"

"Only my name," John said, "J-O-" but he was cut off by Paul as he introduced us to him, "…or Ms. Cross, that young lady over there."

She saw him peer over into Ed's cell. "Hello ma'am," he nodded. Molly nodded back, feeling a small smile tug at her lips.

"Any questions?" Paul asked. "Can you leave the light on at nighttime?" John begged. He just seemed so helpless and scared. Molly felt her heart jump as he stuck his hand out in front of Paul. Dean was already reaching for his baton, but Paul stopped him. He shook hands with John.

As Paul stepped out of the cell, Molly heard John say, "I tried to take it back boss, I tried…but it was too late."

Take back what? Molly wondered. "Dean, help Molly with Delacroix."

"Yes sir," he replied. They cuffed him, even though they knew he wouldn't run away and walked him to the infirmary.

"Bastard broke three of his fingers," Dean shook his head. Molly and Dean walked back to E block. Brutal, of course, was taking his lunch break and Paul went off to read the phone call made by the mom of the two murdered girls that John supposedly killed.

"Where is that son of a bitch Percy?" Molly thought. "Who cares, we need some peace and quiet from him," Dean said sitting down and closing his eyes.

"My God, you're lazy," Molly giggled, "We have to sort the new files, remember?" Dean groaned as he slid his head onto the desk.

Molly grabbed the stack of files and over to the filing cabinet. She bent down and packed them in neatly. Dean opened his eyes and stared at the back of Molly. Mostly at her butt.

Dean felt a huge lump in his throat and tried to cough, but all that came out was a wheeze. Oh, how he wanted to walk over, wrap his arms around her and just hold her forever.

"Eh, I think that's enough for today," Molly shrugged, "I guess your laziness is rubbin' off on me, Dean," Molly smiled.

Dean, still in a dreamy state, whispered, "I love you."

"What?" Molly said.

"Uh…," Dean cleared his throat again, "I guess so," He smiled.

Molly squinted her eyes at him wondering what he was up to, but shook it off and slumped into a chair.

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