Eve stood behind Michael as they went through the line collecting their tray, she spotted T-Bag staring over at Michael with such hate. "Michael," the man turned around, "T-Bag's giving you looks,"

Michael turned to stare at T-Bag before brushing it off and continuing with what he was doing. Eve watched as John walked over to speak to T-Bag and she knew her old friend was up to something again.

"Come on Eve, let's sit down and eat," Michael called out to her as she quickly jogged up to him not without narrowing her eyes at John in wonder who shrugged back. "Are you and John arguing again?" Michael asked concerned noticing the exchange between Eve and John.

She snorted into her milk, "He's up to something with T-Bag, Michael. I know he is he's got that calculating look in his eyes. You've got to stay on your toes," she warned Michael hoping that the man would take her words to heart and actually do them.

Michael smiled at Eve and nodded knowing she was just looking out for his wellbeing. Eve furrowed her eyebrows at him knowing he wasn't going to do it. She rolled her eyes and began eating.


There was no trouble during lunch and as the time passed by it made Eve even antsier. They were marching out to the yard that connected with Gen Pop when one of John's guys grabbed Michael and pushed him into a room, Eve gasped and kicked the guy's groin from behind and watched in satisfaction as he groaned and dropped to his knees. She slipped into the room with the door closed behind her.

"Easy Eve, don't make this any harder on Fish than it needs to be." John warned Eve as he turned around to face them while his man was down to his knees wheezing in pain. John gave a disappointed look to the fallen man before giving Michael his attention, "it's time we came to an arrangement, don't you think?" he smirked.

Eve watched not at all surprised but wary as T-Bag stepped out from behind John with a look on his face. She subconsciously moved closer to Michael in case T-Bag decided to do anything. She had eye contact with John who shook his head at her in warning.

Eve was torn as she listened to T-Bag talk.

"You know, I was thinking I was gonna gut you bow to stern as soon as I laid eyes on you, but, alackaday, you look so pretty when you're scared, don't you?" T-Bag was now standing directly in front of Michael and studying his face deep in thought.

Eve reached her hand over to hold onto Michael's hand giving it a squeeze before she let go.

T-Bag spun around to face John who was amused at the turn of event, "Maybe we oughta get the love out of the way before the hate. What do you say, pretty?" now turning back to face Michael as he sucked his top lip to his teeth with a schlick sound.

Eve finally realised the weapon in T-Bag's hand looking threatening and angry. She felt Michael grab onto her hand and lacing their fingers together. Eve returned it with a squeeze. T-Bag was stepping back.

"Yeah. Yeah, maybe it's time I lit up that leather," he dropped the weapon onto the cabinet behind John, "once and for aII, huh?"

Eve and Michael watched as John quickly lifted his elbow up and elbowed T-Bag in the nose. John stepped in front of Michael and turned to the side to punched T-Bag who ran at John muttering curses at the mob boss.

"God, he talks too much," John sighed fixing his shirt and grabbing onto Michael's head, "you and I need to have a conversation,"

"John, what are you doing?" Eve asked unsure of what John was doing.

He looked down at her and smiled patting Michael's neck with his hand that was still around the younger man's neck, "It's just a talk Eve, I won't harm Fish,"

"It's ok Eve," Michael assured Eve who frowned but nodded and allowed John to pull Michael away from her leaving her to watch as John's men kicked T-Bag on the ground. She simply just rolled her eyes not at all interested in the bashing.

She huffed bored and decided to head out to begin walking to Gen Pop first. She left the room followed by John's men who had finished kicking T-Bag to the ground and blended in with the crowd standing behind John and Michael who were talking.

"Come on, just keep it moving guys. Come on!" a guard warned them as John walked off first before Michael turned back intending to get Eve only to see her standing behind him with a small smile

"I'm glad you're not hurt," Eve sighed in relief staring at Michael carefully. Michael nodded at her wanting to tell her more but it was too crowded and unsafe to do so.

Just as they stepped out to the yard, John came up to them striding purposely towards them, "I told you Fish wouldn't be harmed Eve," he teased the shorter woman who rolled her eyes huffing childishly, "Tell me what you need from me," John said going straight to business with Michael.

"A trade" Michael instantly replied back. Eve walked alongside Michael occasionally their hands brushed by each other. "You get me a plane, and I'II get you Fibonacci."

"What do you need a plane for?" John asked surprised as Eve rolled her eyes.

Michael smirked, "I think you know,"

"I help you, I'm in. You know that, don't you?" John clarified.

Michael nodded, "I do,"

"Just gotta know the exact time and date," John continued to weasel information out from Michael.

But Michael resisted as usual, "I'll tell you soon enough,"

John looked desperate, "Soon enough ain't gonna cut it. I need to be outside these walls before Fibonacci testifies."

Eve looked over at John sadly.

"You will be," Michael pressed.

"He testifies in one month," John said unsure how he was getting out.

Michael smirked over at him not batting an eye, "Then you'll be out in plenty of time,"

John resigned, "If not you're a corpse," he threatened. "So you better cut the crap. Tell me the exact date and time so I can start making the arrangements."

"I don't know if I can trust you with that information yet," Michael hinted.

"Why not?" John exclaimed through surprise. He looked over at Eve who shrugged as they followed everyone else.

"Like I said John, you're a mercurial man,"

Eve and Michael parted ways with John as they walked to their cells, "You and John seems to be getting along just fine," Eve joked but was quite relieved to see two of her friends able to have a decent conversation without any violence from John's side.


Eve had slept peacefully that night, she didn't even want to get up when the guard called out for showers but Michael walked into her cell and shook her awake.

"We've got a problem," was all he said as she bolted awake, "Meet you outside," Eve nodded and rushed to get to the female staff showers near the infirmary.

She quickly cleaned herself giving a smile and nod to the doctor and nurse before escorted outside for some fresh air, sunshine and some spring cleaning of the yard.

She jogged over to Michael as soon as she could, Lincoln smiled at her as she returned the friendly greeting. "We have a problem, I got a new cellmate,"

Eve gasped not sure when this had happened. "When did this happen?"

Michael looked over at her amused at her frazzle tone, "This morning when you were just dead to the world,"

Eve rolled her eyes muttering a "smartass" under her breath as Lincoln chuckled.

"Who?" Lincoln asked sobering up.

They looked over to a doped up, not-at-all looking guy standing by himself.

"That's a problem," Lincoln commented seeing who it was.

"Who is he?" Eve asked studying the not all there inmate.

"Haywire, Bellick found him in the psych ward," Michael answered her question patiently.

"So what are you planning to do?" Eve asked wondering how he was going to fix this.

"We'II just gonna have to bring him on board." Michael shrugged.

Eve snorted, "Look at him, there's no way he can do anything useful,"

Lincoln laughed, "Eve's right, you don't bring a guy like that on board,"

Michael sighed, "Then I'll work when he's sleeping,"

Eve was about to comment but a guard came over to tell them off and she sighed muttering about guards abusing power.


Eve watched as Sucre just walk pass Michael without stopping. Michael noticed her standing there and smiled before frowning at Haywire who was just staring back at him.

"Seems you've got a stalker," she mused stopping next to him and watching Haywire. "Come on," she hinted Michael. They both turned around to come face to face with John. Eve frowned as Michael looked on surprised.

"What's the problem?" John asked recognising the signs on both the younger inmates' faces.

"Nothing I can't handle," Michael sighed tiredly.

"Well I knew there was a problem," John mocked "I could tell by looking at you from across the yard," he smiled sarcastically, "Guys didn't I say there was a problem?" he called out to his crew a few feet away. Sobering back up he turned to Michael, "So what's the problem?"

Michael tilted his head to the side, "You're looking at it,"

John's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What, Haywire?"

Eve nodded with a sound of confirmation, "Yep, his new cellmate,"

John sighed feeling stressed, "That's a problem," he agreed.

"He doesn't sleep," Michael stated.

Eve snorted, "Yeah with how crazy he is I don't doubt he doesn't sleep,"

John tried to ignore Eve's comments, "So when do you dig?" he asked like there wasn't anything wrong.

"I don't," Michael deadpanned.

John gritted his teeth, "Hey you and I are in bed now," he warned Michael, both of them acknowledging Eve's gag. "You made me a promise. You said, that we were gonna get out of here, you renege now and I'm gonna cut you," John continued to threaten Michael as Eve cleared her throat. "you better take care of your business or I'll take care of you,"

John patted Michael's cheek and walked off back to Gen Pop. Eve patted Michael on the arm to give him some comfort.

"You'll work it out Michael, it's just a minor setback that's all," Eve encouraged Michael who appreciated her attempt at cheering him up.