The tiny windows in each cell, only giving off the most light, Lincoln exhaled hearing his cell door closing and locking. Lincoln kept his gaze to the drainpipe. "So!... " He didn't know what else to say.
"How's my first morning waking up?" Olivia didn't sleep well, but then again, she never really slept well. Her eyes kept focused on the ceiling, the fact ten years, you get used to the sounds of a prison. "Cos to be honest, I've had better nights, I've had worse." she kept focused on the little light entering the cell.
Lincoln was sitting on his bed, it was extremely warm everywhere in Fox River, and sweat beads were sliding over his overly large forehead as he sat shirtless in his cell, his bareback against the semi cold bricks. "Its... Hot." He complained a lot.
Olivia rolled over, her vest was sticking to her, her hair too, "Thought it was just me," she kept her face focused, "Maybe they transferred us to the Bahamas while we slept." she then laughed, "sorry, lame joke."
"Very." Lincoln exhaled. Stood up, and walking across his cell. Leaning forward on the bricks. Trying to get as much cold off them as possible. "Maybe they are slow roasting us, as a horrible taunt." He muttered.
"Taunting me, would be a chilli cheese dog right now," Olivia closed her eyes, she always did this when she was bored, and she couldn't believe how bored she was. "Just cooked, and with a nice cold soda," she imagined herself now eating making her stomach rumble.
"You really like to torment a person don't you?" Lincoln stepped away from the wall, continuing to press himself against different sections of bricks, "Scratch the pop, make it a beer." He exhaled.
"Beer is the devil liquor," Olivia rolled on the bed look to the door hearing movement, "I'll stick with the safe, make me boring Soda, should of stuck with it twelve years ago..." she finally could hear the footsteps getting closer.
"Maybe so." Lincoln casually said, pulling a white t-shirt on. "God Damn it!" He hit his cell door. "Badge! Why is it so hot!" He snapped.
Mack staring at the cells, "Because Linc the prison shifted to AFRICA!" He snapped holding ice-cold water.
"Linc, no need to have a fit, it's not his fault that the air con is broke," she got up from her cot looking to the door, "I mean, seriously." she found herself looking to her tan jump suit, feeling sick about it.
"No, but he might know something more, considering!" Lincoln took in a long breath and exhaled it quickly. "Fuck." He kicked the wall softly.
"Linc you've got a meeting with your solicitor," Mack said from his side of the cells, he kept looking to the other cell where the only female inmate was. "Also, Hart, you're solicitor here for you to check over your last will and testament." he knocked the doors, "So get decent."
Olivia rolled her eyes while dressed now, she kept thinking over the things she talked about, and then glanced to the wall. "You know Linc, a little heat never hurt any body."
"The heat isn't the problem, the problem is with the amount of heat inside this cell!" He pulled on his overalls properly. Brushing more sweat off his forehead.
"Linc," Mack snapped now, "Stop bitching, and get ready," he kept serious, "I've got to get you two, to visitation block." he finished while looking to the doors to the cells, "Am I going to have problems?"
Olivia's eyes rolled, "No Boss, no problems from me," she ran her fingers through her hair, ten years prison, meant she mastered the brushing hair with hands.
Lincoln didn't need to worry about hair, as he only had a little bit across his blockhead. "Okay, fine. I'm ready." He said after pulling the last button into its hole on his overalls, exhaling.
Nikole was upstairs in the medical bay, wearing a pair of black dress pants with a dark purple tank top that didn't show very much cleavage for all the safety reasons. Her white Doctors coat unbuttoned. Blonde long hair pulled into a tight bun.
Sara walked in looking to Nikole, "Just a FYI," her voice annoying like always. "We've got the shipping of birth control pills for Olivia until her execution," she tapped the box that she now placed on Nikole's desk.
"Thanks, Sara." Nikole brushed her hand over her forehead, she wasn't swearing but she felt hot. "We need to head down to B-Wing in ten minutes."
Sara rolled on her feet, "I would come with you," she kept looking around the office, "but I have to do inventory on cotton balls..." she nodded, "And it needs to be done before noon." she finished walking to the supply closet.
"Yes, because... We have so many reported cases of stolen cotton balls." Nikole rolled her eyes. "Well you have fun..." She glanced back making sure the morphine was locked up.
Sara nodded, "Yup, you too," she really didn't want to go to sickbay; no she wanted to be lazy today.
Bellick felt excited seeing Doctor Nikole Wilson heading towards Sickbay, she was always the star of his wet dream. "So Doctor Wilson, you didn't really need to come all the way here..." he kept eyeing her up.
Nikole looked over Brad, but he disgusted her, severely. "Patients complaining about symptoms close to Heat stroke? I think I did." She looked at him seriously.
Bellick laughed, he kept watching Nikole, "Yeah, he's probably faking it." he tilted his hat while watching her closely. "I mean it's not that bad," he finished off looking her over, "I mean in your best interest, you don't really have to be here, we've got a portable air con, in the CO break room, you can come and cool off..." he glanced down her top.
Nikole glared, before brushing her hands into her white coat. "You and I both know it's against the rules to deny inmates Medical care and no thank you. I'm fine." Her hand moved to turn the knob.
"I'm just putting the card on the table," Bellick tried to shake off the put down, the fact of the matter was. Well when the moment this woman walked into this prison for the first time, he wanted her, but all she did was give him a hard time. "You know where to find me..." he tilted his hat again.
Michael sitting in his cell kept trying to keep cool, the fact was he never really knew how hot it was going to get, but as he sat there trying to keep himself cool, he looked out the cell to the others hoping it was enough to make the other inmates pissed off, just enough to get a lock down.
Fernando was sitting against the wall on the floor staring out between the cell bars, wearing the standard navy blue pants and a wife beater, waving a magazine in front of his face. "Papi- you didn't say it was going to get this hot." He exhaled.
"I turned off the AC," Michael muttered, "I couldn't really turn it off, or now, I just broke it." he kept focused forward, his hands pulling his sleeves up more to keep hoping something would kick off soon. "Just the waiting game." he added while keeping his eyes open.
"The waiting game, yeah great." Fernando kept waving the magazine quickly back and forth over his face, but it seemed to just be pushing warm air around. His body was sleek with a coat of sweat. As was every other darker inmates skin, easier to see than the White inmates.
He listened to the buzzing, as every cell door open. Followed by Geary's voice; "count! Line it up ladies!" He snapped from the first floor.
Michael jumped from his bunk, he kept thinking about how this was going to be it, the prisoners all making a effort to vocal their opinion on the heat, so it was going to kick off, it was just time.
Standing outside, against the yellow chipped railing. Fernando could feel the Gold Cross around his neck sticking to his skin. Geary walked down holding a cup of water with ice cubes rattling around in it. "You gotta do somethin' 'bout the heat!" T-Bag's Southern Drawl echoed over the tiers.
"We're doing what we can." Geary exhaled, sipping on the ice water that flushed across his body.
Michael kept next to Sucre, his eyes looking to the other inmates, it was just going to kick off, and he could taste it in the air.
An inmate next to T-Bag lightly tapped his arm, "Looks like you're doing Jack Shit!" he pointed out feeling he wanted in on the fight.
Abruzzi took a step back; he really hated it when the KKK crew got all ratty, like a bunch of PMS'in girls.
"Why don't ya'll move us some place cool'a?" T-Bag stepped off the line, standing face to face with Geary. "Like AFRICA!" He glared.
The inmates urged T-Bag on.
As Geary snapped; "Get back on the line Con!"
T-Bag let out a sharp laugh. "When you get some AC running up in here!" He pointed to the blackest man in the block. "When this man woke up -HE WAS WHITE!"
Mack rolled his eyes, "Shut it T-Bag," he rested against the wall, "Geary, just shut them up already." he pointed out while looking around, "Everyone back on the line!" he snapped trying to sound bigger than he really was.
"You wanna cool off?" Geary asked T-Bag who didn't move for a minute, "Cool off." Geary didn't wait for an answer, tossing the water onto T-Bag who was shocked for a minute. Before his eyes dark, Inmates getting rattled up, "THATS IT! LOCK DOWN! BACK IN YOUR CELLS!" Geary glared.
Mack turned around looking all the other inmates, he kept focused on them, he didn't like how they were all looking now. "Geary, do you really think that was a smart move?" he asked trying to keep himself together feeling nervous.
Roy watching the inmates heading back into their cells as the bars closed behind them. Except a few inmates were still out, and he walked toward the protection cage. "I..." He glared at Mack.
Michael and Sucre were in the cell, he kept looking to his cellmate, "It's time for you to hang the sheet." he said while starting to find the bolt to get the toilet off the wall, but kept focused on Sucre.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Fernando looked at him. "You only hang a sheet when you and your celly wanna get...Friendly!" He did not want to be friendly in the bum buddy way.
Michael grunted, "What, you care more about your prison rep than getting out?" he kept serious while lifting the sheet from his bed. "Hang the sheet!" he snapped.
An inmate jumped on the cage starting to pull on it, but he kept looking into it.
Bellick come into the small space seeing the inmates, "This is contained!" he snapped.
"Twenty-five inmates or Three hundred?" Geary snapped looking to Brad. Before seeing T-Bag shaking the cage, "Hey! Hey! I got one! - What do you call someone who didn't pass their cop exam and makes less than a mailman?" He waited to catch the COs attention. "A CO!" He grinned.
Bellick, "Trust to come from an inbreed runt like you..." he smirked, "Oh I read your file." he wanted to reveal in the moment, "I read, how your mongrel father raped his retard of a sister, and nine months later little Teddy pops out!" he laughed with a mean smirk.
"So you're telling me," Olivia kept focused on her solicitor, "That my home, that I brought, with my savings, go reposed?" her voice a all time low, her eyes focused on the daft of her will, but wasn't much point, she didn't have to pennies to rub together.
Olivia's Lawyer was silent. "Yes." They finally spoke. "Since you are unable to pay taxes into the Government, they took what was yours... "
"Well, I don't have much worth to my name," she looked down to the smallest will on the planet, "But have you spoken to my mother, about," she inhaled, "About bringing Elle to my final visitation?" her hands playing on the paper in front of herself.
"I have and Misses Morris remains unsure if that is the best thing to do, Elle has been through a lot - you know that. I'll continue to ask until I get a straight answer from her. But Olivia I can't promise anything.
"I know," Olivia kept trying to keep calm, "I've been in prison her whole life, and all she's seen of me is twenty minutes once a week." her hands smacked the table, "I shouldn't even be here, death row!" her eyes narrowed, "I mean there is a man here, who kidnapped raped and murdered teenage girls, and he gets to live!"
"Right," she crossed her hands over each other, then looked to the paper work," But since I still have my doll collection, can you make sure that Elle knows, they meant a lot to me," she nodded more to herself, "Also, the letter I wrote for her, not to be seen, or read in the presences of my mother or father..."
"I'll see to it personally." Her lawyer said, hearing an unusual sound of alarm. They ignored it. "Anything else, Olivia?" They asked, their voice soft having been on Olivia's case since the start.
"No," her hand went to her hair, "No wait," she kept focused, "I'd like to donate my hair," she nodded, "I want to give it, to someone who will need It." the idea of having her head shaved made her stomach churn.
"Okay, I'll make sure that happens too. I'll clear it with your Warden, I'm sure he wont have a problem with it." The Lawyer smiled.
"Well I don't see an issue," she kept brushing her hair, "It's nice hair," her eyes kept focused on the guy, "I mean, come on..." she swished her hair playfully, "I have good hair." she laughed.
As the Lawyer went to reply, they heard another alarm. "That is true, you have great hair." They smiled softly.
"Thanks," she looked around, "What was that?" she glanced to the door, it was Bob, the nice CO.
"Sorry to cut it short," he looked to the only female in tan, "But there is a situation, need to get you and Burrows back to cells." he inhaled.
Mack turned around looking all the other inmates, he kept focused on them, he didn't like how they were all looking now. "Geary, do you really think that was a smart move?" he asked trying to keep himself together feeling nervous.
Roy watching the inmates heading back into their cells as the bars closed behind them. Except a few inmates were still out, and he walked toward the protection cage. "I..." He glared at Mack.
Michael and Sucre were in the cell, he kept looking to his cellmate, "It's time for you to hang the sheet." he said while starting to find the bolt to get the toilet off the wall, but kept focused on Sucre.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Fernando looked at him. "You only hang a sheet when you and your celly wanna get...Friendly!" He did not want to be friendly in the bum buddy way.
Michael grunted, "What, you care more about your prison rep than getting out?" he kept serious while lifting the sheet from his bed. "Hang the sheet!" he snapped.
An inmate jumped on the cage starting to pull on it, but he kept looking into it.
Bellick come into the small space seeing the inmates, "This is contained!" he snapped.
"Twenty-five inmates or Three hundred?" Geary snapped looking to Brad. Before seeing T-Bag shaking the cage, "Hey! Hey! I got one! - What do you call someone who didn't pass their cop exam and makes less than a mailman?" He waited to catch the COs attention. "A CO!" He grinned.
Bellick, "Trust to come from an inbreed runt like you..." he smirked, "Oh I read your file." he wanted to reveal in the moment, "I read, how your mongrel father raped his retard of a sister, and nine months later little Teddy pops out!" he laughed with a mean smirk.
T-Bag remained still, staring between the chain linked square cage keeping the control watch room guarded from the inmate cells. "IM'A KILL YOU!" He yelled as loudly as he could, fingers wrapped between the links, shaking the cage violently.
"I'll visit you next week, Olivia." Her Lawyer spoke while standing up, putting the files back into a leather bag, clearing their throats. "Behave yourself until then, okay?"
"You ask that woman out already!" Olivia pointed to his face, "Cos seriously, I need you to get laid." she laughed walking towards Bob, "Come on..." she kept beside him while watching him popping his head into the other room.
"I'm sorry to cut it short, but we have a situation," he looked from Lincoln to the two lawyers. Olivia stuck her head into the room to be nosy, her eyes going to the dark haired woman, typical, Veronica Donovan.
Lincoln looked up at Bob before looking back to Nick and Veronica. "Go to D.C." He was serious. Before standing up. "What kind of situation, Bob?" He asked his green eyes noticed Olivia now.
"Something is kicking up in Gen pop," Bob kept walking behind Olivia and Lincoln, making sure they kept focused on both of them, he knew they wouldn't make trouble. "I don't think it'll be much."
"Yeah, how a riot in Cherry thought to be," she nodded, "Until two CO's were killed, four hospitalised and about ten dead inmates..." she trailed off seeing Bob's face, "I mean, maybe you're right, it's no big deal."
Lincoln was giving Olivia a side ways glare, as they kept walking. Looking back at Bob. "My brothers in Gen-Pop, Bob... What's a little something kicking up mean?" His voice was serious.
"I just know a few inmates were playing up," he tried to keep his voice confident as he kept walking Olivia and Lincoln back to death row cells, kept thinking about what was really going on. "It's nothing big, Lock up, some of the inmates not in their cell..."
"Oh, isn't Michael in Gen pop?" her eyes to Lincoln, "He's smart, he'll keep his nose clean."
Lincoln felt a twist in the pit of his stomach. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be the case as he kept waling down the dull coloured hallway. Hearing the rioting noises as he stood by the caged door to bring them into the main prison.
Inmates pulled the gate down, Bellick had pulled the CO's from the room, he kept looking to the monitor, he kept focused while looking to T-Bag on the screen, he inhaled, "Who drop their keys!" Bellick sounded pissed off, very annoyed.
Geary looked at Mack, his keys still in his hand.
Mack looked nervous, "I must have... Dropped... Them..." His voice was worried as T-Bag hit a button opening all cells in A-Wing.
Bellick kept looking to Mack, "Really," he kept serious tone, "We're going to have to pull out, and get some outside help." he kept looking around the team, "We're not going to be able to contain them."
"I don't see this ending well for me," Olivia kept looking to T-Bag, then glancing back to Bob who was looking scared, he didn't sign up for this.
Bob kept looking to Lincoln and then Olivia, "Don't worry Olivia," he felt nervous more about it, "Just stay back."
Nikole standing with a chart in her hand listened to CO Rizzo's radio buzz. "Inmates breaching A-Wing, lock down commencing."
"Ha, it's popping up in Gen Pop!" a black inmate clapped feeling smug about everything that was going on.
Another one cheering while looking to the one CO, then looked to the other inmates looking to Nikole in the office.
Rizzo kept calm, but then kept looking to the inmate to smack him in the face, he felt his hands being cuffed to the pipe, he didn't know what hit him, but glanced to Nikole in the office.
Nikole hadn't really noticed, her back turned filling a needle with Morphine, she finally turned, exiting the office, her eyes looked around, before a nervousness kicked in. Seeing Rizzo cuffed to a pipe, she turned around quickly.
A black inmate grabbed Nikole from behind, "I have to ask white chocolate," he kept holding her shoulders. "Do the carpet match the drapes?" he licked the side of her face getting a taste of her skin.
Nikole froze, feeling the wet saliva running across her cheek, she exhaled. Before turning enough to drive the needle she was holding into the black mans chest. Before pushing him away, running back into the office.
The black inmate screamed in pain, he let her go, while another inmate rushed to try and grab her from behind. "Come here blue eyes," the man's voice southern, his curly hair a mess while trying to grope her.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Nikole screamed, twisting around violently trying to get away. Her hands were flying around smacking him upside the head. But Her heart was pounding against her rib cage.
"Blue eyes," The man mocking outside of the office that Nikole that locked herself in, he glanced to the floor seeing the phone like, he following the lead.
Nikole slide the desk against the locked door, her hands shaky picked up the phone, listening to a dead line, silence. She looked up seeing the man holding the Phone cable in his hands. She jumped another inmate hitting against the reinforced glass with a chair.
The only white man in sickbay held the line up, "all phone lines are experiencing technical difficulties!" he laughed waving the line like it was going to make everything more amusing.
The black guy laughing also while looking to Nikole, "White chocolate..." he mocked, but then was feeling the high from the morphine.
Nikole felt sick, looking around, the window barred. She hit it, but knew it was no use. She kept jumping each time the chair and IV pole connected with the reinforced glass on the door that started cracking.
Olivia walked towards the way to the cells, "Bob we're pulling out," a voice over the radio.
"That don't sound right," Olivia bit her lip, and then she bit her lip.
Bob cleared his throat; "It's going to be fine Olivia..." he tried to sound calm.
Lincoln walked forward, but stopped hearing the yelling and footsteps getting heavier toward them, he saw inmates running down toward the gated area.
Before noticing T-Bag, making his way toward the now open gate. He stopped seeing Lincoln. "Well, well!" He licked his lower lip.
Licking his lips like an animal. T-Bag advanced on Lincoln. "Its like... Christmas comin' early! Sink!" His Southern accent drawn out long and low.
Lincoln glared. "Back off T-Bag." His voice emotionless.
"I get it; you got 'em first... But I am willing to... Negotiate." He spoke as some of his crew stood behind him. Waiting.
Lincoln looked to Bob, "Gimme the keys." His pulled at the cuffs holding his arms together.
Olivia felt herself staring to T-Bag, "Erm, a FYI, no, none of you are touching me!" she pointed her finger still cuffed up.
Bob quickly hesitated, but uncuffed Lincoln, he then felt Olivia glaring at her, so he uncuffed her too, and she rubbed her wrists.
Lincoln felt the one silver hoop locked to his wrist, taking the other, he slide it across his knuckles. Glaring.
"I could make your last while on his Earth, nice... Relaxing her you some Ex, Morphine..." T-Bag continued.
"No deal." Lincoln snapped at him.
T-Bag smirked but his eyes were blazing. "Hmmm..." He started walking closer to Lincoln, Olivia and Bob... "I guess we'll have to take them." He watched as the people behind him starting on Lincoln.
Bob kept scared behind Olivia, Olivia glanced back to Him, "Really!" she kept her voice was a hiss, "Really! You're a man, and a CO, a Male CO!"
"I, you're a inmate woman," he kept behind her, then looked to the group of T-bag goons.
Olivia stepping back, Bob kept behind Lincoln, "You don't have to do this..."
"I do." Lincoln headed into the war zone. It was one against six men, but Lincoln refused to let that stop him.
Hitting, kicking, head butting. Anything he could grab.
Before someone grabbed him, punching him in the face and pushing him down hard enough onto the cement tile floor it hit his head, things going a fuzzy, before darkness. T-Bag was laughing. Sucking his low lip again. "Looks like we tamed a wild Gorilla."
Olivia picked up something swinging it towards a man's head knocking him clean off her feet, she screamed hearing him hitting the floor. "I didn't kill him?" she asked looking to where Bob was trying to run away.
"I can't..." he kept moving to get away, but felt horrible. He knew he had to survive.
T-Bag caught Bob, smirking. "Now, now, no need to run off so fast... I'm gentle." He had his strong arm around Bob's neck. Before another man advanced toward Olivia, "Hey baby." He winked at her.
Olivia screamed before swinging the metal pipe in her hand, she swung it hard hitting him in the head watching him fall down. "Don't call me Baby!" her voice a violent scream, the other men watching the look in her eye before backing away slowly.
T-Bag still holding Bob, started dragging him back toward A-Wing, smirking. His hand grabbed Bob's arse before looking back at his crew. "Leave her! We've gotta co to play with!" He yelled making the men back down.
Keeping the pipe tight in her grip, she kept her eyes focused to the men, she kept looking for everything, scared, but they were backing off, she kept looking to Lincoln out cold on the floor. Rushing quick to his side while looking to him, he kept inhaling and Exhaling, "Don't be dead," she whispered while avoiding touching him.
Bob was fighting to get free, he hit T-Bag before rushing forward to the tires, running for his life, not watching to die, he didn't want to die here, not to have T-bag do anything to him.
"They always think they can run away!" He spoke each word, as if he was relishing the moment. T-Bag caught Bob, pushing him down. Getting on top of him, punching him in the face and stomach several times as inmates cheered.
Bob not giving up tried to run again, he couldn't believe it, a few hours ago he was sitting at a table, complaining about burnt toast, and how his daughter better be making the most of college. Now he was in hell.
"Ah, ah, no running." T-Bag snapped before pushing Bob into a cell, forty to be exact. He pushed Bob again sending him across the cell.
Bob fell into the cell, his hands reaching out for something to stop his fall, but as he flew forward he grabbed the toilet pulling it off the wall. The hole was visible, but Bob didn't notice it right away.
T-Bag walked in, seeing the hole behind the Toilet, he gasped. "What the...?" He turned around to start singing about this. A hole in the back of a toilet! "They're escaping!" He said to himself.
Abruzzi was already in the cell before T-Bag could run out, his hand covered up his quickly. Abruzzi placed a finger to his own lips making a shhing noise, his eyes kept focused on T-Bag's holding him against the wall.
It seemed like Nikole was caged, they all seemed to be watching her, focused on her, most of them trying to break into the glass, but it was hard, "Hey blue eyes," the southern voice rang, "Blue eyes... How you tell so many lies..."
Nikole was scared, hands shaking as she looked around the useless office, the glass on the door getting a bigger hole. "Hey! Lets smoke her out!" A black man held up matches and a phone book.
"Smoke out the white chocolate," the black inmate had made a hole in the glass, enough to get his arm through, he was reaching for the handle, a few inches and he was in there.
Another tall black inmate, holding a burning phone book, put it into the hole in the window, the paper sending smoke into the air quickly. Nikole watched the flames, getting bigger she panicked. Rushing to the phone book, stepping on it, before pulling a trash can over it.
"Blue eyes..." The southern voice sang, it was the fact they knew she wasn't getting out, she was trapped in there. "Come up and see me, make me smile," he sung lightly, "Don't be a tease now," he pressed his hands to the glass.
The Black inmate laughed, "We all going to taste your white chocolate, it's only a matter of time before you give up, or we get in." he licked his lips eyeing her up, his hand still reaching for the door handle.
Nikole found a piece of glass on the floor, her eyes narrowed as she rushed to the Black inmate with his hand in the window, she pushed it into the man's hand before it got any closer to the handle, this time they set another thing on fire pushing it through the window again.
For second Nikole felt helpless, she ran to the window, she could see the bars, no one could see her, and she glanced back covering her nose and mouth starting to cough feeling helpless.
Lincoln was still unmoving, breathing shallowly. His head spinning as he started coming around, unsure of what was happening, his arms reached up quickly to defend himself in case of another attack.
For a second Olivia jumped feeling Lincoln's hands go for her throat, she slapped him as hard as she could across the face before jumping back, her eyes going to the two other inmates that she'd smacked around the head.
Lincoln exhaled sharply sitting up. "Oh, Livia its you... Sorry." He touched the back of his head, where a gash was present. He looked to the pool of blood where his head had been. "Michael." He stood up quickly. Ignoring the dizzy swimming around his head.
"Sorry, just," Olivia got to her feet holding out a hand, "I have issues with people, who try to touch my throat." she glanced around trying to see if trouble was coming.
Lincoln rubbing his pounding head, "Fuck, I feel like I've been on a two week bender." He hadn't suffered a headache this big since the time he drank himself into a black out and got into a bar fight with a four hundred pound black man.
"Well, you did kinda get smacked up pretty bad," her voice softer now, but kept trying to get a better look, "You know if you kept still, I could help." she gave up, she didn't want to look down, "Can you do me one favour?"
"What, what can I possibly help you with? Olivia." Lincoln stood his full height, his green eyes looked over her. Feeling his head throb as his chests heart race slowed just a bit.
Holding her hands up, "you know what, you're being a royal Douche bag." for a moment she held his gaze, her eyes dead set on his, "I just wanted to know if they were dead, cos I'm too scared to check, but if you're going to be all douchy..." she waved her hands, "Just forget, cos obviously, you're Mr 'I'm too big to have feelings guy' just like you was when I was fourteen, and I thought you was." she closed her mouth.
"Linc," Turk walked up seeing the big guy, how could he not know, he was on a job, but looked to the woman with him, the infamous female inmate.
Lincoln who was giving Olivia a hard stare, had his eyes turn, looking up at Turk. "Do you know where Scofield is?" He asked him knowing he was a resident to the General population in A-Wing. He kept a nervous feeling hidden behind his douche bag man exterior.
Turk kept looking from Lincoln to the woman, "Yeah, I know where he is..." his voice low, kept looking around them.
"No you don't!" Olivia snapped to the man, she wasn't big on trusting strange men, plus something about him.
Turk watched the woman, "And who are you to know?" he kept focused on what he needed to do.
Placing a hand on her hip, she glared. "Erm, well, who ever you are, I'm Olivia..."
"Shut up, I know where Scofield is, he's this way," Turk started to walk off.
Quickly grabbing Lincoln's arm, Olivia looked scared, "Linc, don't trust him," her voice a low whisper.
Inside Cell Forty. T-Bag kept staring over Bob before looking to Abruzzi. "This is just... Wonderful!" His voice was sarcastic.
Abruzzi kept focused on T-Bag as a hand was seen coming over the toilet; it was Sucre followed by Michael. "What the hell!" Michael snapped seeing Bob on the bunk, Abruzzi, and finally his eyes on T-Bag.
T-Bag's eyes glazed over, looking at Michael. "Well pretty, you see! Our lovely CO Bob here as found our hole." He was now in on this, or else.
Michael kept looking to Bob, then to Abruzzi, "How did this..." he paused, "I don't want to hear it," he kept his tone as calm as he could.
"Look, I didn't see nothing, really, just don't kill me," Bob kept looking from Scofield, to the others.
T-Bag rolled his eyes, "What ever you say pretty," he sucked his tongue while looking around the small cell, "I guess I'm on watch," he kept looking to a very scared Bob.
Abruzzi watched as Fernando headed back into the hole, his eyes focused on T-Bag, but looked back to Michael, "Right now, he's leverage," he set a dirty look to T-Bag, "so don't kill him, or I'll end you." He walked away.
Michael didn't stick around, he kept hearing something from the CO station, and he walked carefully over. Trumpets and his crew were still watching on the monitor. "They about to get in the room with the doctor!" Trumpets looked excited.
Michael rushed to the people, "What one is it?" one inmate said to another. Michael kept listening to the conversation.
"Tancredi..." Trumpets said while his do-rag covered his head.
Michael exhaled going to head back to the hole, "No, no, you've got it wrong," a very thick voice shouted, "It's the blonde one, milk button, Wilson." he kept his voice dark.
Michael's eyes went suddenly big with worry, as he now rushed off.
Lincoln tensed, when Olivia had grabbed onto his arm, exhaling slowly. ",'Livia... I trust him. I need to find Michael." The look reflecting in Lincoln's eyes was brotherly love and determination. "Take me to him, Turk." He nodded.
"Yes, I know the whole dysfunctional love you to have," Olivia sighed, "Bromance and everything, but seriously, I don't trust that guy, please..." her eyes kept staring up into his pleading him to listen to her.
"Olivia, I can handle myself, if the man says he knows where Michael is - he knows where Michael is okay." He nodded and started walking along the now darker hallway where Turk had gone.
"It's true, I can't - she is like a tick, Gotta burn out or rip her off the skin." He sighed moving more ahead of Olivia. Looking over Turk, "Scofield was down here?" He noticed the dust and dirt around the pipes.
"Hey!" Olivia flicked the back of Lincoln's ear, she kept moving with them into the darkness, "Michael would never come down here." she kept looking to Lincoln more serious now.
"You don't know shit!" Turk kept his eyes on the prize, if so be it, he'll kill the annoying gnat of a woman as well as Burrows.
To be Continued...