Charlie fell back onto the mattress as she tried to catch her breath. She was used to Monroe sharing her bed now. At first it had been strange. She'd slept close to the edge, as far away from him as the bed had allowed.

They'd formed a routine over the last week and a half though. Now, she found herself almost comfortable in bed with him.

It was strange. His telling her what to do had bothered her so much after she had first arrived. It still did, if he tried to comment on her eating habits, but in bed it was a different story. She liked how he took control in the bedroom. That was just one more thing that she thought she should feel guilty about, but she pushed that aside for later.

There would be plenty of time for guilt and regret when she got out of there. For the time being, though, what she wanted was to worry only about the current moment and what she wanted in it.

She turned her head to look over at him with a challenging smirk as she questioned, "Round two? ...Or are you not up for it yet?"

He sat up, looking as if he was about to insist that he was always ready, but the words didn't get the chance to come out as a loud banging noise came from downstairs.

It wasn't a gun-shot, yet it had still managed to capture both of their attentions.

"What the hell does a guy have to do to get arrested around here?" A faint shout echoed up through the floor.

Charlie felt her heart rate pick up once again, but for a whole other reason, as a genuine grin formed on her lips. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to truly smile, out of real happiness, during her stay.

"Looks like it's our lucky day," she insisted as she turned back to look over at Monroe.

He wasn't as thrilled looking as she was expecting. His expression was guarded, along with his tone, as he told her, "Get dressed. You're going home."

He took his own advice and got out of bed, then quickly pulled his uniform back on, before walking out of the room without a glance back. Once he was gone, Charlie rose to her feet and moved to get dressed.

She gathered what little she had and then sat back down on what had become her bed as she waited. She wasn't sure why it was taking so long. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it just felt that way.

Waiting quickly led to worrying.

She'd been imagining Miles coming on some great rescue mission where he would break in and get to her almost completely undetected. She was expecting something at least temporarily stealthy. She hadn't been expecting him to come in slamming doors and screaming out to try to turn himself in.

Charlie hadn't let herself really consider the possibility of getting out without Miles. At least not until that moment.

She felt sick and a sensation of dreadful anticipation was weaving its way through her insides as she stared at the door.

After what felt like an eternity, it finally opened and there he was.

"Grab your crap. I'm busting you out," Miles told her with a smirk.

Charlie stood back up, with a dopy grin spread across her lips, and grabbed her small bag before looking around the room.

"What? Don't want to forget your prison cell?" Miles challenged.

"I'm looking for a weapon," she responded.

It was true. Even though she had desperately searched the area for anything even remotely resembling a weapon infinitely many times during her first days there, she was still searching for anything that could be used as one.

"You don't need one," he insisted.

"No offense, Miles," she told him. "But you aren't good enough to break us both out of here without any weapons."

"Actually I am," he responded as he began to lead her towards her bedroom door. "Just not in the way you think... No weapons. Monroe's letting us out of here, untouched, just as long as I don't kill anyone on the way out."

"He's what?" Charlie questioned as she stopped dead in her tracks out of surprise.

That made no sense. She knew his plan. She'd been guessing it all along and she'd even gotten him to admit to it. If Miles had turned himself in, then Monroe had won. He had gotten everything exactly as he had wanted. So then why was he letting Miles go too?

"Come on, hurry up before he loses it again and changes his mind," Miles insisted in an annoyed tone.

"Yeah, I'm coming," she told him as she forced herself forward.

Even though Miles had told her that Monroe was letting them out untouched, it was a whole other thing actually experiencing that. It was a beyond strange feeling as they walked past numerous guards who apparently had orders just to watch them go.

When they met back up with the others, Charlie watched the look of surprise and relief that formed on all of their expressions at the sight of them together and she knew for sure that Miles had gone in with the intention of not coming back out.

As her mother pulled her into a hug and Nora told her how happy she was to see her okay, Charlie barely even noticed. She was too distracted by yet another mystery formed by Sebastian Monroe.

The End

A/N: Please read and review! I really love this story so there is a very good chance that there's going to be a sequel set in an AU of season 2 at some point. And another giant thanks goes out to LemonSupreme, emmacv, RevolutionReader, TwistedType, JM2788, ThreeMagpies, and Hollywoodlove09 for reviewing last chapter! :)