Disclaimer: You know the drill; no I don't own any of the Prison Break actors or know them personally. This story is purely fan fiction, just like all my other stories. Don't bother to sue me; I work in a fast food outlet so you won't get much from me anyway.

Rating: NC- 17 (language, little violence, sexual content.)

Characters: T-Bag, John Abruzzi, Michael, Lincoln, Sucre, C-Note, Tweener, Bellick and other characters including my own creations.

Chapter Three.

"So what's it like in here dad, is it as bad as it is in the movies and stuff?" Britney asked her father, she wanted to make the small talk, she didn't know what else to say to him. A lot had happened in the past 2 years of her life and she wasn't sure whether he'd be interested or not to hear about it. He hadn't asked as of yet.

"It has its bad days and good days. I just want Fibonacci dead, and then I'll accept my fate and let it rest in god's hands." John explained, looking at his daughter in her brown eyes.

"Dad, I don't know where he is, I've told you that several times before." Kelly explained.

"Well you let me know if you ever find out." John replied, squezzing her hand a little to let her know he was serious.

"Oww, okay. You know I will." She lied, like she was going to allow more men be killed because of the crimes of her father. Ever since she could remember, her father had ordered his men, Joey and Tony included to go and 'sort out' other gangleaders, some that had famlies just like her dad. She loved him, but she hated his way of life. She didn't like being daughter of a mafia boss. She wanted out, but as the old saying went, you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family.

"Okay times up John, let's go. P.I." Bellick said, interrupting the conversation between John and Britney.

Britney looked up at Bellick, then looked back at her dad. "What's P.I?"

"Prison yard work sweetheart, nothing important." John explained.

"Let's go, come on." Bellick replied looking at John.

John looked stern at Bellick, he wanted to tell him to go bother the other inmates and their visitors, but didn't want to cause a scene in front of his daughter. "I have to go sweetheart."

"Would you like me to come see you next Thursday daddy?" She asked as she stood up to hug him.

"Of course, if you're not busy." John replied as he returned her hug.

"NOW JOHN!" Bellick yelled.

Britney looked at the CO Officer standing behind her father. She could tell by the look of him that he was the crooked cop. The way he looked at her dad, she guessed they didn't have a good history together. She decided not to let it bother her, "See ya dad."

"Bye sweetheart, I love you." John replied as Bellick grabbed his arm and led him back towards the cell blocks.

Britney smiled back and grabbed her bag and walked away.

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"I didn't know you had a daughter John." Michael said to John as they worked in the burnt out guard's room. Michael had over heard several inmates talking about her out in the yard along with Sucre.

"Never thought no one needed to know." John replied as he painted a wall in the back.

Michael and Sucre looked at each other and shrugged, continuing to paint the other wall opposite of John.

Meanwhile, T-Bag was outside pretending to count the tools in the wheelbarrow while in the corner of his eye he looked out for the CO Officer who was standing nearby.

"You get to work now." The guard called out to T-Bag as he walked off away from the guard rooms as another officer approached him.

T-Bag waited until the guards were out of sight, then slowly walked into the room and shut the door behind him. "He's gone."

Michael, Sucre and Lincoln stopped painting the walls and went quickly to work, moving the table out the way in the middle of the room so they could continue on the hole they were creating underneath the cloth.

T-Bag looked up at John as a smirk formed across his face, "I heard ya got a daughter in the outside world John, what's her name? Britney is it? What a pretty name."

John gritted his teeth as he dropped the paintbrush he was holding and grabbed T-Bag and hurled him up against the wall. "You don't talk about her ever; you don't even mention her name." He screamed in T-Bag's face.

"Hey, stop it both of you. Either grab a brush or a hammer over there and help us out." Michael called out to John and T-Bag, who John had T-Bag pinned up against the wall.

"Now John, come on man." Sucre said.

John greased at T-Bag then released him. T-Bag looked at John as he chuckled quietly to himself. John grabbed a hammer and started hitting away at the concrete below him. He wanted out of this place more then ever now.