Bridget left the prison and sat anxiously in her car. She had contacted kaz proctor who practically jumped at the chance to help Bea. All Bridget had to do was hand over the tissue and instruct her that urgency does not come close to how soon these results are needed.

Bridget's mind continued to drift of thinking about how hurt Franky looked earlier on. I mean it's not like they had actually done anything but Franky already having trust issues Bridget knew deep down she would be cut deep.

Several taps on the drivers window pull Bridget out of daydreaming.

Stood next to her car was a blonde haired woman clutching onto a motorcycle helmet. She looked the business, tough biker chick, sure about herself attitude.

"You Bridget" the blonde asked

"Yes, kaz right?"

"That'll be me, you got the thing?"

Bridget rustled around her handbag grabbing the sealed tissue and handed it over to kaz.

"Bea says a name is needed urgently. A lot is riding on this"

"Tell Bea I'm on it. I will call you and update soon as I know ok"

With that the blonde turned away jumped on her bike and left. "Please please please hurry up" Bridget mumbled to herself.

A few deep breaths and she prepared herself to walk back into the prison. She had cancelled all scheduled meetings throughout the day but going home was not an option. She knew that Franky would be on the war path for Bea and kazs call could not come quick enough to save the red haired prisoner from the likely encounter she would face.

Ferguson had enjoyed watching her evil plans unravel but could never fully trust anyone but herself to cause the true level of destruction she desired.

To further her plan of Bea and Franky taking each other out, the freak had drawn up done damning evidence against Bea. Scrawled notes from bridget of a flirting nature simple and easy but to a already angered jealous Franky it would be all the push needed.

All the freak needed to do was sit back and watch.

H2 block

Franky was sat at the communal table her head in her hands, knee trembling over her vibrating foot as it slammed repeatedly against the cold hard floor.

'How could she do this, where they kissing? Why was red near her like that?'

Her mind was hammering her on overdrive thinking of a million and one explanations that would show Bridget's actions as innocent. But she would always return to the one that didn't.. 'Why the fuck would she do this to me? Turn me away so bluntly'

The brunettes eyes glistened as tears began to flow.

"Franky... You alright love?" Liz had never seen Franky like this before. She never showed emotion, even when she was faced with a prisoners death due to drugs she brought in Franky would remain cold and unresponsive.

"Hey... What's wrong Franky?"

"It's nothing, just fuck off and leave me to it yeah" frankys voice was cutting. How could she talk about how she was feeling, give away what Bridget and her were together? What if she was wrong and ousted a love affair that didn't even exist?

"I said fuck off"

Franky slammed her hands on the table and jumped up from her seat. A rage showed in her eyes as she entered beas cell. Frantically she tore the place apart. She knew Bea was a planner she had felt first hand before when she became a player in Beas conniving plan to kill brayden holt.

"Fuck sake there has to be something"

The brunette grabbed hold of Beas sketch pad flinging it across the room. As the air gushed through the pages small folded pieces hit on to the floor in what felt like a lifetime of slow motion.

Frankys heart sank into her stomach as she walked cautiously towards the pieces of paper.

"Franky come on love don't do this" Liz was still stood looking on at the prisoner. Trying to reason with Franky was impossible but she knew that if Franky found anything that worsened her mood, trouble would be on a whole different scale.

The brunette knelt on the floor and opened note after note.

Stupid scrawls about enjoying hooking up. Compliments on Beas appearance and hidden messages about their plot and frankys role.

Franky crumbled to the floor a sickening feeling within her. Had she really been played by the woman she loved? Why would bridget do this to her?

Liz was stood staring at the wreck before her, "come on love, let's get you out of here" Liz placed her hand cautiously on frankys back offering a sympathetic rub.

As the two clambered out of Beas cell Liz couldn't help but clock the red haired prisoner as she walked into the unit.

"Oh hey Bea... " Liz greeted the red haired prisoner who was now stood like she had just slammed into a glass door. Her stare immediately focused in on a broken and confused Franky.

Bea had clocked the mess in her cell but obviously unaware of Franky finding anything to cause trouble. How could she there was nothing to evidence!

"Wha... What's going on?" Bea asked

Before Liz could even reply to Her Franky had jumped out from her grasp and stormed towards her.

"Whoah whoah... What's going on here. What is wrong with you two" Liz attempted to stand between the two acting as some human shield.

"Move Liz!" The brunette ordered

"No, now come on what's going on"

"Nothing right Franky. There's nothing going on" Bea tried to sow the subtle seeds of confirmation that Bridget and her were nothing and what she saw earlier may not be what the brunette believes.

"Yea... Looked like nothing, you think im fucking stupid?! I've seen the fucking love notes!" Franky continued to try and push pass Liz

"Franky! Sto..."

Suddenly a cruel and chilling voice was heard from behind them

"What's the problem here"

It was the governor. Stood with a smirk placed over her face. Oh she fucking knew what was wrong.

"Nothing, red can't take a joke can ya red" Franky mused.

"I see. Maybe your just not funny miss Doyle."

A small pause was heard.

"Miss smith. How was your counselling session? I trust miss westfall took care of you"

The evil bitch. Just could not resist any opportunity to stir up shit.

"Yea... It was um fine"

"Miss Doyle, due to Bea being a priority patient of miss westfalls. She has requested you see another counsellor. Nothing to worry about just priorities"

With that Franky shoved past Liz and stormed away from the block.

"Well. Always a pleasure" Ferguson stood tall, looking deep into the eyes of the red prisoner before her. "Back to it" she finished and walked away.

"What the hell was all that about" Liz stood scratching her head confused.

"Don't worry about it, just the freak fucking with people, nothing new"

Fergusons office

"Miss miles, have Franky Doyle come see me"

"Sure thing governor"

Around 10 minutes later. "Doyle here to see you ma'am"

"Miss Doyle please take a seat"

"Look im not in the mood, what do ya want?"

"Very well...Bea smith" the governor stood up and walked towards the window and looked out onto the court yard.

"Look I don't want anything to do with her ok"

"Miss Doyle. It must frustrate you, all this. Once yours no? To have it taken away... I can't imagine you taking lightly to that"

"What's your fucking point?" The brunette stood arms tensed and her jaw grinding.

"I believe we are not too different miss Doyle. Both wish for a prison run their way. Any competitors or threats removed."

With that Ferguson turned her stance and glared straight at Franky. Her eyes almost solid black with a look that showed no soul behind them.

"Bea smith is a trouble maker, one who does not benefit this prison nor the way I like it to run"

"Well that's heartbreaking really, I'm touched but it sounds like a whole lot of your problem"

"On the contrary miss Doyle, I believe you too have your gripes with smith,no?"

Silence from Franky answered Ferguson perfectly.

"Let me spell it out to you. The removal of smith would benefit us both. I will remain governor without her presence and you shall regain your top dog status.

Is that not what you want? The leader of the pack with a governor in your favour?"

Right now Franky could think of only one thing... Bridget. Without Bea around maybe Bridget would come back to being around. Wait ... Did she want Bridget around? What if she was fucking Bea? Wh...

"Miss Doyle... Do we have an agreement"

"Wha... What do you want me to do?"

"A tough harden convict like yourself, I'm sure you can figure it out"

"You can go now... Oh but Doyle, time is of the essence"

With that the governor took hold of wet wipe that was wrapped up. She tossed it towards Franky.

"What's this?..."

Franky slowly peeled back the folded wipe...

"A shiv? Are you fucking serious?"

The freak just sat there as if no words of sanity registered.

"Such a shame when technology fails us isn't it? We rely so heavily on CCTV but a simple power cut or disconnection is all it takes"

"Fuc... Your actually being serious?!"

"Miss Doyle feel free to leave a bigger person for the job.. But remember your slowly losing your fan base. 5 more years is a long time with no allies"

"My parole is up and coming. Who says 5 years!"

"Hmm quite. It's amazing the value a governors words hold, Of Course 5 years depends on the rest of your time here. I would hate to see trouble find your time here extended"

With that the freak turned to walk back to her desk signalling the conversation was well and truly over.

Bridget walked frantically around the compound in search of Bea. She had to find her and tell her that she had spoken to kaz but also to make sure that until that phone call happens Franky does not do anything stupid.

She headed towards h2 block, the yard has showed negative and surely this is the most likely place.

"Ah there you are"

"Hey, all go ok?" The red hair asked

"Yea fine. She will call me later with any result. God I hope she's fast!"

Bea could see the panic and fear in Bridget's eyes and offered a reassuring gesture by placing her hand on Bridget's

"It will be ok"... Her hand remained clasping that of the psychologists when Franky turned the corner and clocked them touching.

"Your fucking kidding me right" she growled.

"Franky, wait it's not.." The blonde tried to reason with the angered brunette.

"Not what I think right? Please spare me the movie cliches!"

"Franky, you've got.." Before Bea could finish her sentence she found herself floored by frankys right hand punch.

"I'll fucking kill you!" Franky shouts.

The two began wrestling on the floor punches being thrown at one another and their blood decorating the pale coloured stones beneath them.

A helpless Bridget trying to pull Franky away and reason with her by shouting over and over "there's nothing going on please Franky"

At this point Franky heard nothing. Anger has consumed her rational mind. Years of hurt and betrayal coming back to haunt her as she felt once again all hope was ruined.

Bea managed to kick herself free from Franky and jumped to her feet, Franky followed suit as the two stood on some kind of western stand off.

"Look Franky, it really isn't what you think. The freak is playing games" Bea spat blood from her bleeding mouth. Her breathing heavy and gave swollen.

"I fucking saw you! In the office, just now. Where's the fucking freak now hey?!"

"Franky listen to me, I love you I do! Ferguson ..." Before Bridget could deliver the news that would explain all Franky had heard those words that filled her with hope and promise.

The idea of betrayal and them being used as a weapon against her further cut deep in a wound that was already abused over the years.

Franky looked on at Bea as she stood leaning against the wall. Her mind racing. Thinking of Bridget lying to her. Bea not being satisfied with too dog she had to take that from her too, and the freak threatening parole and a sentence of isolation.

"Fuck!" The brunette yelled.

Bridget went to grab frankys hand but was forcefully pushed away. Awkwardly Bridget landed near bea who's instinct was to help the blonde back to her feet and offer some form of protection.

"How cute" Franky chuckled

"Fran..."

Franky reached into the top of her pants and pulled out the shiv Ferguson had earlier equipped her with. She stood staring at it in her hands.

"Franky... Don't" Bridget screamed

"Shut up!" Franky replied as she threw herself towards Bea placing the shiv at the red haired prisoners neck.

"Say one word and I'll fucking kill you!"

The shiv began to draw blood as Franky dug it into Beas skin. The brunettes eyes flooding with tears, her hands shaking. This wasn't who she was! She had lost control of what was going on. Played by the freak who had equally succeeded in her plan for Bridget to hurt her and reignite the hate between the two prisoners.

"Do it" a voice demanded.

Franky turned her head but remained poised with the shiv against Beas throat. The governor was stood looking over at the display before her. Her usual sick psychotic look of pleasure on her face.

"She's your enemy Doyle, they both are. Look at them. Going behind your back"

"Ahhhhh shut up shut up shut up" Franky was quickly losing control she screamed into the face of Bea pulling her hand back in a motion to then thrust forward stabbing the shiv into Bea...

"Ahhhh... " she stops her actions and slams her fist into the wall

"I... I can't" the brunette drops to the floor the shiv clattering on the ground towards fergusons feet.

Bridget could feel her pocket vibrating.. Fuck the call!

"Yes?" The blonde demanded

"It's kaz... Tell Bea your guy is niles jersper"

Without any form of reply to kaz She shouted "niles ..."

With that Ferguson slammed the blonde against the wall her phone smashing to the ground.

The freak reaches for the shiv and heads towards Bridget.

"You worthless .."

Ferguson hits the floor, stood behind her is Bea wielding a chair. She kicks the shiv away from the freak and looks down at her.

"Games up freak... What was that name?"

"Niles Jesper" Bridget replies.

"Yea... We know. Three witnesses here to say you attacked us. Your fingerprints all over the shiv. Your fucked Ferguson"

Bea takes a few steps back and whacks the button forbidden in the unwritten rule book. A heard of officers come screeching down the hall.