Disclaimer: I do not own The Longest Yard. At All. I do not own any music or device mentioned. None of it. I do, however, own any new characters that pop up in this story. They are mine. Therefore, please ASK ME before trying to use. Thanks ^^

Authoress Note: This piece takes place just about a few weeks before Paul arrives to Allenville. I am going to do my best to make this enjoyable and readable. I did not do so hot on my first fic for this awesome remake of a classic (total Mary-Sue BS man.. Ugh. It hurts to try and reread it lol). So I will be pushing to make sure this comes out better and less painful for me to reread lol.

Extra Note: Ah. Nothing helps you write another chapter like rewatching the film a few times and jumping around to favorite parts and looking for extra stuff to add. I am really getting into making this right for you all. I sure hope you'll be willing to help me out by giving me opinions (beside pointing out that I possibly have major spelling and grammer errors all over the place) to make this piece worth y'alls time.

And please leave your opinions on Emma if you have any – good or bad – because I'm working my best to keep her from annoying you all. Also the songs I listened to while writing this were Let's Go by Lil Jon, She's Gone Country by Alan Jackson, Paradise City by Guns n Roses, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns n Roses, and Sing for the Moment by Eminem.

April 22nd, 2005

Take me down/ To the paradise city/ Where the grass is green/ And the girls are pretty/ Take me home/ Just a' urchin/ livin' under the street/ I'm a hard case-! Guns n Roses played from the radio as Emma stared out the back seat of the Ford Taurus. She sat behind the passenger seat where an employee, a guard – Office O'Connor – drove her and her Uncle down the dirt road. The heat was intense outside of the car. Emma could see it ripple the air in the distance wherever she looked. Whoever had built Allenville had known what they were doing. Placing a prison out here in the desert was brilliant.

"O'Connor turn that down," her uncle ordered as on their left they passed a trailer labeled "Panhandle Cafe". His glasses were on as he read though a manilla folder. She couldn't see what was inside, but she was certain it was something to do with election numbers or football. Those were her uncle's biggest interest. He was planning on running for governor next year and was always doing his best to make sure his football team could become number one.

Emma was not a huge football fan. In high school and college she had simply gone to the games to check out the guys and maybe go to a few after game parties from time to time. Otherwise she didn't associate herself with football. And it wasn't the violence or roughness of it that she didn't like. It was the fact that to her, it was boring. But she would never tell her uncle – or any of the Hazen side of her family – know that. In her family, football was king. So she unfortunately knew the game, but did not care for it.

She pushed her hair out of her face and crossed her legs at the ankle. "What have you got, uncle?" she asked, hoping to start a conversation. She was never a fan of quiet rides and now that the radio was forced down, she figured she should try to converse with her grump-faced uncle or the guard – who she was sure wouldn't talk back because of her uncle – so she was desperate.

Hazen looked up and over his glasses at her, before mumbling and looking back at the folder. "The favor poles for the elections of the last five years. Got to start getting in early with the peoples favor if I want to run this fine state," he explained as Emma just smiled. She truthfully didn't think her uncle would be the best choice for governor, but she was also knew that he had a high status – negative or positive he still had one – and he would be the one that people would be watching for.

"I hear Houston and San Antonio are the main place to gain your high favor if you want to be governor," she said, looking out the front window as she spotted the prison in the distance closing in. Her uncle gave a grunt of agreement before putting the file away in his briefcase as they neared the gate, O'Connor flashed his badge to the guard at the gate before the Warden rolled down his window, letting in some of the heat. "Sir," the gate guard greeted, faltering his salute slightly as her long legs and black heels reflected off his sleek black wire framed shades.

Her uncle nodded before rolling up the window as the gate started to open. She could feel the guard trying to pear through the tinted window to see who was in the vehicle with the Warden. Emma inwardly rolled her eyes and tapped her chin. Perhaps she should have worn something else. Her hair was up in a messy but stylish bun and wore a simple black skirt that went mid thigh and white camisole under a black unbuttoned blouse and black heels. Normally she wasn't for the glossy business look, but she had wanted to look presentable for at least her first day.

The car finally came to a stop near an employee parking area blocked off by a wire fence. Once parked O'Connor stepped out the front and quickly opened the door for them on her side as another guard opened the door for her uncle. She slid out smoothly legs first. Sliding her diamond covered shades over her eyes to block the sun from blinding her. She smoothed out her skirt as she felt eyes on her ass, which she ignored. Men were men, and she was, in her opinion, a decent looking female. They were going to look.

In the distance where the inmates were, Emma could hear a few cat calls and whistles. She looked over her shoulder to take in a handful of inmates ogling her. She rolled her eyes before looking at her uncle. "Should I get my suitcases?" she asked, looking at the trunk. Her uncle waved the question off. "My boys got it. Johnston!" he called, the officer that let him out instantly coming to attention before him, "take my nieces stuff to the living section then make sure Knauer knows I'm here," he ordered. The office nodded and opened the trunk as Emma followed her uncle into the building.

-0-

Brian – or Captain Knauer as he was respectfully called and known – rubbed a towel through his hair as he poked through his locker and grabbed his deodorant before applying it evenly. Around him his men jeered and shot insults and vulgarity. Def Leppards Photograph blared from the positioned speakers. The boys screamed and sang along, laughing and pushing each other around.

He was just pulling on his regulation jeans when he felt a tap on his bare shoulder. He turned around to find Johnston. "Wardens here. Wants to see ya!" he yelled over the music, a grin splitting across his face, "he's got some fine looking piece of ass with him too!"

This caught some of the nearby men's attention. They all called Johnston over for more details as Knauer finished getting dressed before shutting and locking his locker and heading for the Warden's office. He passed a few inmates along the way – who straightened or sneered at him – and gave them even looks, memorizing their faces for later.

He walked swiftly but evenly until he finally made it to the door to the wardens office. He was greeted with Lynette reading some NFL modeling magazine and chatting on the phone. She looked up at Knauer and quickly put her hand over the mouth piece of the office phone. "You can go in," she said sweetly, before returning to listen to whoever was on the phone with her.

Knauer walked over to the door and tapped it with his right knuckles. Inside he could hear more than the usual two voices of Dandridge and Warden Hazen, a soft but clear voice mingled in here and there. "Enter, Captain!" The Warden replied as he racked the door once more for emphases on his presence. He opened the door and stepped in. "Warden, sir" he greeted as he shut the door behind him, straightening himself and placing his hands behind his back.

Dandridge sat in his usual seat fanning himself. Knauer gave a small nod of greeting which Dandridge returned, before his gaze fell on a simple curved figure looking through the Warden's trophy case. He did a quick lookover and found Johnston was right – they had a sweet ass – before looking at the Warden as he was shutting a manila folder and tossing it with a pile of similar ones. "Captain Knauer this is my niece. The one I told you about," the Warden began as the young woman sat down one of his teams group photos and turned to meet his gaze, "she'll be staying with us til the end of August. Emma," the Warden looked to his niece, "this is my captain of the guards and my star quarterback Captain Knauer. When you are unable to get to me, Captain Knauer will be the one to go to, understand?"

The woman – Emma – gave a firm understanding nod, before stepping forward and holding her hand out. He raised a brow but took her smaller hand in his larger one and shook it. "It's a pleasure, Captain Knauer," she said as their hands released. He tipped his hat and gave a smooth smile. "Pleasure's mine, ma'am. Any family of the Wardens is family to us here at Allenville," he drawled out, causing her to give a twitch of an amused smile, before he turned back to the Warden who was nodding in approval.

"Now Emma I'm sure you'd like to get yourself settled in. I'll have Captain Knauer escort you to your living chambers. You can spend the rest of this day getting settled in and what not. Tomorrow I'll have Lynette show you the ropes," he said before waving them on. "I'll call if I can't join you for dinner."

With that the two were dismissed. Knauer opened the door for her before following her out. She waved to Lynette before they both excited the waiting room and fell into step with each other as he lead them to the living quarters where the Warden, himself, and a few other guards stayed to be closer to home. Not many people realized that prisons way out like Allenville had living quarters for their guards so they wouldn't have to drive so many miles a day just to get two and from work.

They walked in relative silence, her shoes clicking the only noise they made, as he took the time to look her over with more detail. Hard to believe she was related to the Warden, really. He didn't spy any resemblance to the old man on her. "So," he drawled, causing her to glance at him, tilting her head just slightly to look at him and not seem rude, while still being able to watch where they were going, "I take it your the niece the Warden tells us went to Harvard, right?"

She gave a small smile. "I am. I hadn't realized my uncle talked about me. I always felt he was trying to avoid the family," she mused aloud, to which Knauer cracked a small smirk. "Well we all know the Warden's a busy man so we treat him like our own family and him us so he don't have to think to poorly of not getting time with his kin."

She pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ears and raised a brow. "I suppose that makes you the golden son of his boys, eh Captain?" she teased, causing him to laugh. "I reckon it does," he grinned as the two fell into a comfortable silence as they stepped outside and crossed to another building near the football field. He lead her inside the apartment like set-up and led her to the elevator that would take her downstairs where the Warden's and his own room was situated near the guest bedrooms. Along the way they passed a few open doors where many of his off duty men were drinking beer, playing poker, watching TV, or playing Halo.

Knauer tipped his head in greeting to them as he stood infront of the elevator, waiting for it to open. A few of his men gave him lecherous grins as they looked Emma over just as he'd done. She didn't seem to notice – or she did and didn't seem to care – and stared at the elevator until it opened. Once inside, he hit the B button before the doors closed.

-0-

The guards weren't the only ones doing the checking out. Emma had taken in everything around her. She made sure she could recall how to get from here to the office and had checked out every man that looked at her, being sure to remember their faces for in case she needed to know later.

The elevator came to a stop and dinged open before the two stepped out. Emma let Knauer ahead of her so he could lead her to the right room. She found herself sweeping her eyes over his form. He wasn't bad on the eyes. A little older for her usual taste, but not bad... He had a nice ass on him at least.

Emma may be a graduated and licened lawyer, but she was still a woman and still human. She would look like anyone else would. And how could she not? Men with uniforms were a weakness for her. Around her uncle and the men she'd be professional. But on her own she'd be her normal playful and fun self.

"Here ya are," Knauer said, motioning to a decent sized door near the end of the hallway. At the very end was a larger door labeled 'Warden A. Hazen'. Across from hers was another door labeled 'Cpt. B. Knauer'. "Well," Emma sighed in mock disappointment, "looks like I wont be having any nightly visitors while sharing a living quarter near my uncle, hmm?" she asked playfully. Knauer chuckled as she opened the door, smiling as she found all her stuff on her new bed. The room was a good size – about like living in a hallowed out door room – with a queen size bed and flat screen TV.

She looked around and checked the size of the bathroom – finding it decent – and then the closet size – which was probanly big enough for half her shoe collection – before going to a window and opening the blinds. Her room, while downstairs, still had a great view... Even if it was of the football field. "Thanks, Captain. I think I can handle everything else from here," she chirped, turning to smile at him.

He reached in his back pocket and handed her a card with a number on it. "Call me if you need any help or get lost, alright?" he said before tipping his hate and stepping out the room. Emma shut the door behind him before locking it and turning around to look at all her stuff. She slid off her blouse and placed her hands on her hips. "Better get started," she sighed before kicking off her heels and going at her bags and totes of stuff.

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