Prompt: "Flaca finds out about the guard raping Doggett and threatens him when Maritza gets van duty."

Flaca usually wasn't one to eavesdrop, in fact most of the time she couldn't care less about other people's drama unless it involved her, or Maritza. She had to have Maritza's back as well as her own.

She was originally on her way to deliver some panties to Chapman when she heard whispering, which always meant something gossip worthy was going on. The hushed conversation Big Boo and that weird Bible chick were having was interesting to say the least.

"What are we gonna do?"

"We need to get him replaced somehow."

"But what do we do until then? We can't just leave her with him."

Flaca backed away in confusion, not deeming their conversation important to herself, she made her way to Chapman's bunk.

The next morning at breakfast Flaca couldn't help but notice that her and Maritza were being watched closely, specifically by the people she had been eavesdropping on yesterday. Did they know? They couldn't have. She was discreet.

When she saw them turn to talk to each other out of the corner of her eye she turned her full attention to the pair, squinting her eyes as she tried to make out what they were talking about.

"What's up with you today?" Maritza asked her, but she just hummed a noncommittal noise in response, not taking her attention away from Big Boo and Doggett. Maritza huffed and whined: "Can you stop ignoring me?" Tugging on Flaca's sleeve slightly like a child.

"Dios mio, I'm busy!" Flaca snapped and Maritza let go of her sleeve instantly.

"I-" She stopped as her face crumpled slightly and buried her head into her hands. Flaca panicked that she had made her best friend cry and rushed to comfort her, not without noticing the two sets of eyes watching their interaction with rapt attention..

"No, Maritza, no don't cry. Please, no." She rambled on, reaching out to put an arm around Maritza, only for the Latina to turn her head, showing the smirk she had on her face. "You little-"

"I'm sorry!" Maritza yelled whilst trying to stifle her giggles and simultaneously blocking a hit from Flaca. "I was kidding!" Rolling her eyes, the taller Latina just continued with her meal, stealing the other half of \maritza's slice of toast, who objected immediately.

"What? Consider it my prize for the guilt trip you just put me through."

Once breakfast was over and the inmates were allowed some free time before they had to start their jobs for the day, Flaca went in search of her new stalkers. She found them conversing in the corner of the TV room so she walked over to them, folded her arms in a defensive position and cleared her throat to get their attention.

"Why you two been staring at me and my girl Maritza?" The pair in question shared a look before Big Boo sighed and gestured for Flaca to sit at the only unoccupied chair at their table, to which she did so reluctantly.

"Alright, I'll get straight to it, no pun intended." Boo began. "Your girl Maritza may be in some trouble." Immediately Flaca was on alert, she leant forward in her chair.

"What kind of trouble?" Boo shared a look with Doggett, to which the latter nodded and took over explaining.

"The raping kind." She whispered. Flaca's eyebrows furrowed as she processed the information, not sure if she'd heard correctly.

"The raping kind?" Boo and Doggett nodded solemnly.

"CO Coates has trouble keeping his grubby hands to himself." Boo elaborated. Flaca sat back and slid down in her chair, heaving a breath as she did so.

"Shit." Bringing her hands up to cover her face she took a few calming breathes, not able to handle the idea that Maritza, her Maritza, could be in danger of getting sexually assaulted. The thought sent shivers down her body. "Gracias, for telling me." Boo nodded and clapped a hand on her shoulder.

"If you need a hand with the threatening, I'm here to help." Flaca gave a strained smile but shook her head.

"Nah, I got this." With a newfound confidence, or vengeance, Flaca walked as calmly as she could without arousing suspicion from the CO's.

Thankfully, it didn't take as long as Flaca thought it would to find Coates, who was too busy munching on a donut in a corner to notice a fiery Flaca speed walking towards him until he felt himself being pinned to the wall, his donut falling to the ground.

"Listen here, you lay one finger on my girl Maritza and I will bury you, comrende?" Coates looked at Flaca in fear. When she got no response she pushed harder on the arm she had barring his neck, cutting off his circulation slightly. The CO began to nod frantically. "Better yet, why don't you find another job to supervise, hm?" She patronised, to which he nodded to again.

"Of course." He croaked. Nodding in satisfaction, Flaca let him go and walked away as if nothing happened whilst Coates leant on the wall for support as he breathed heavily and rubbed his sore neck.

The next evening, Maritza was explaining to Flaca about how there was a new CO in charge of van duty and that Coates had seemingly vanished. All Flaca could do was smirk to herself, proud that she had basically made the CO shit his pants.

"The new CO's okay and everything, but Coates let me have candy. I kinda miss it." Maritza pouted. Flaca rolled her eyes at the comment, knowing that if the smaller Latina knew what Coates was capable of she would be greatful she has a new CO, though she wouldn't tell her. No need to cause unnecessary worry.

"Who's your new CO anyway?" The taller Latina asked.

"His name is Humps, or something. I wasn't really paying attention. He kinda looks like a mailman." Maritza explained to which Flaca nodded in satisfaction.

"No inappropriate touching?" Flaca asked with a cheeky smile, nudging Maritza's shoulder with her own when the other girl rolled her eyes.

"No, none of that. He's okay, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yeah, he's just weird. I'm sure everything will be fine though." Flaca hummed in agreement.

"Me too."