A/N: Hey! Well, I've never written a story for Prison Break so wish me luck. I obviously know they'd never really send a woman to an all-male prison, but eh, what can you do? And again, about the whole Emilie knowing what a person feels like from their expressions and stuff, most of it is made up so I hope you don't all really believe what is written about that. I hope you like it :D:D Enjoy!


Chapter One – Hello Michael


"You better shut up, maggot."

Bellick is a short man, with not much hair on his head and frown lines that look very, very deep. Even if the man he's yelling at is taller than him, he doesn't look scared. He looks as if he's happy to be in control. He's arrogant, and I can tell by how he draws his eyebrows together in confusion that he's wondering why this guy isn't cowering in fear. I don't believe anyone should cower in fear of him.

"Emilie J Robins, how was the trip here?" he barks, turning to face me.

The line of men beside me, on both sides, turn and stare, mouths slightly open at the sight of a mere woman amongst the males. I resisted that feeling to roll my eyes and spit at Bellick. Instead, I smiled back and nodded.

"It was fine. A little bit boring though, since no one here likes to talk much. I think it's the depressing atmosphere."

"Well they ain't goin' to Disneyland Robins," he muttered in disgust. I took a quick mental sketch of him, forcing his image to stick in my mind.

"I've never been to Disneyland either, but I'm sure this place is going to be just as fun Mr Bellick," I said sweetly. This man was clearly easily angered. His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed. He straightened up, and this all told me he didn't like me. He almost growled at me, but kept his composure.

I watched him turn his back to me, as if he was trying to show me just how much he disliked me. I smiled and nudged the guy next to me.

"Looks like I hit a nerve."

My plan worked. I wasn't finished checking Bellick's personality out. I needed to know as much about him as possible, and the other guards weren't much more interesting. Bellick happened to have the flicker of hatred flowing around him, unlike the other guards who were plain boring. He spun on his heels and marched back up to me, poking me in the chest, and frowning again.

"Give us a smile, Bellick. You'd swear you were the one going to prison," I said loudly. The other inmates snickered too, which just added fuel to his anger. I was smiling brightly, just trying to see how far I could push him.

Bellick let his walls come down easily. He began yelling at me, spittle running down his mouth. I kept smiling, and he barked at the other guard to lead us to our cells. The whole way there, he stood by my side and yelled at me.

"If you think you'll get special treatment here, then you're wrong Robins, and if you think you're funny then you're not."

He was so loud he even rattled the other prisoners up, who lazily rolled off their beds and stood, leaning out of the cells to watch him. They catcalled, laughing at him and egging him on. Some watched me like I was meat, but that just told me who to watch out for.

"What are you lookin' at Bagwell?" Bellick yelled at one man who was eyeing me up and down with a slick grin.

"Just checkin' out the fresh meat there Bellick. Looks like that little Lady's got you all rattled up."

Bellick ignored him, and I watched him go into an office and come back out with a light beige file in his hand, with "Robins, J. Emilie" scribbled on the front. My file looked rather large, with papers almost falling out. I smiled as he growled at me and took my forearm, dragging me to the cell where I'd spend the rest of my sentence.

"Five years, eh Robins…enjoy it," he sniggered.

"Oh yes, because you going home to eat TV dinners by yourself sounds much more entertaining," I retorted.

His face went red, and I was sure he would take every opportunity to get me back for this. He slammed the cell door shut and I heard him storm off.

"Hey wait, Bellick man where are you going? You don't want to hang out? C'mon, I thought we were friends!" I yelled after him, roaring with laughter. Oh he was fun! I liked Bellick. He made things so much more interesting.


Luckily for me, I didn't have to wait very long to see my favourite guard again. He opened the cells with a look of pure disgust on his face and told me to 'freshen up to see Tancredi'. Whoever that was. Apparently, this was my new doctor since the old guy thought sending me to a male prison would 'crack' me.

A man was waiting outside the cell too. He was in Cell 40, the one beside mine. He didn't seem to talk much. I'd heard the other guy talk though, a man called Sucre. He was louder than this man, and I'd heard him sing a few times too. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but after a few minutes of staring at a grey wall your mind starts to wonder.

"Scofield, this is the woman all the prisoners were talking about," Bellick muttered, storming off ahead of us. Oh, so he wouldn't even tell 'Scofield' my name?

"Hello Scofield, I'm 'Woman'!" I smiled at him. He cracked a small smile, almost restraining himself. "Clearly I don't deserve to have a real name since Bellick has no idea how to charm the ladies."

"I've noticed. I'm Michael, by the way. Not just Scofield," Scofield chuckled, walking after Bellick.

"Yeah, I'm Emilie actually."

I walked normally too, until Bellick turned around. Whenever he turned around, I would start skipping. It made his blood boil and all I wanted to do was annoy him more. It wasn't that I couldn't figure Bellick out, because I knew exactly what was wrong with Bellick. He couldn't stand the idea of me not being afraid of him.

"Why are you skipping?" Michael asked.

I leaned in closer, making sure Bellick wouldn't hear. "Bellick's behaviour patterns are pretty much the same, but I think I can make him crack if I annoy him…"

"Why do you want to make Bellick crack?"

I shrugged. "I don't really have a reason. It's just like practice."

Michael nodded as if he understood completely. He seemed to be thinking very deeply, his eyebrows drawn together and his jaw set. He held his hands close together and walked quickly. I jogged along beside him.

"So, is Tancredi 'treating' you too Scofield?" I asked politely.

He shook his head. He said slowly, "I have type 1 diabetes."

Something clicked in my mind. He was lying. He said it carefully, so Bellick would hear but not suspect anything, and he looked me straight in the eye. He knew a little bit about how to hide a lie, that was for sure. Usually people don't look someone in the eye when they lie. He leaned back too, which is another sign someone is lying, as if he wanted me to know.

"Oh I understand," I giggled.

He smiled, and from his expression he knew that I knew he was lying. Bellick was blissfully unaware. For a guard, it might help if he knew more about lies. I sat and watched Sara Tancredi, my new doctor tapped a needle. She watched me too, out of the corner of her eye.

She felt nervous, I believe. She didn't actually focus on me. Her eyes darted back and forth, yet Michael was completely calm. His focus stayed on her, though he let it down a few times to look at me and nod or half-smile as an acknowledgment. Bellick stood outside the door, tapping his foot impatiently.

Bellick wasn't happy to deal with me, I could tell.


Poor Michael would have to sit outside for a half-hour while I spoke to Tancredi. She said as the months went on, our meetings would probably get longer, but this was just to get 'friendly'. She tapped her pen as she spoke, clearing her throat a few times too.

"Are you feeling nervous?" I asked. She almost jumped, probably because I'd spoken once to tell her my name for the whole twenty-eight minutes we'd talked so far.

"N-No." Lie no.1. "I'm totally fine." Lie no.2. "I just feel a little tired." Lie no.3.

I laughed and she cleared her throat again. "You are the worst liar I've ever met! Even Bellick is better than that."

Sara finally let go and laughed too. "Your files mentioned you had a thing for lies."

I shrugged, and decided to look around her office. She had a picture of herself and a man, probably her dad judging by her expression and her body posture. I rolled my head back towards her lazily, blowing a raspberry.

"Oh look at that Doc, time is up. You've been great, really, much more fun than my last doctor. Work on your lies though. See you next time," I smiled, standing. She became completely flustered and stood, shaking my hand before sitting back down and wishing me 'luck'.

I left and skipped along beside Bellick as Michael trudged behind us.

"I bet you missed me, didn't you?" I almost tripped, since they had put chains on my wrists too.

Bellick snorted. "You better watch yourself around here Robins."

"I'm sure I'll have a strapping, charming man such as yourself to protect me from the big bad criminals," I replied, with a serious tone that made his head snap towards me. Michael made the mistake of laughing, putting Bellick in an even worse mood. He almost threw me into my own cell after letting Michael back into his.

"Sleep tight Robins," Bellick hissed sarcastically.

"Oh I will Bellick. Make sure you pick me up for our date tomorrow," I sniggered. "Or the big bad criminals might just get there first!"

He didn't reply, but the sound of his shoes tapping against the polished floors told me he was still mad at me. Michael and Sucre were talking to each other for the rest of the night, and I'm certain I heard my name mentioned. Stupid, stupid big bad criminals…