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I sit in the cold guards room watching the guys work, when Patterson walks in. "Time to wrap it up. We're gonna have you start exterminating,"

"We're not done in here," Michael protests.

"Well, you look done to me," Patterson says.

"No, we still got the carpet to do," I point out.

"No, Bellick is going to bring in professionals to do that. Wants the job done right," Patterson says.

"When's that gonna happen?" Westmoreland asks curiously.

"Tomorrow," Patterson says then leaves the room.

"We got a real problem on our hands, don't we? Rug monkeys gonna come in here, tear up that there carpet, that hole's gonna be smiling up at 'em," T-Bag scowls.

"We'll have to fill it in," I say almost in a whisper.

"All we need is a piece of plywood and a couple of inches of that fast settling concrete on top of it. The carpet guys will never know there's anything beneath. The night we break out, we'll just smash through with a sledgehammer," Michael says as he looks around at the team.

"Pope, escort Apolskis to my office," Bellick voice growls in the radio.

"Be back in a bit," I wave then head to gen-pop.

I pick up David Apolskis and lead him down to Bellicks office in silence. "You homies with Erika righ'?" David says as he comes to a stop.

"Yeah," I nod.

"Do you think she will like this?" He asks then starts to rap. "Inside these walls, I creep and I crawl, lookin' for a way out, but I know there's gonna be no easy route, this is gonna be a 12-round...a 12-round bout...with Bellick and T-Bag on my mind, this grind in here... my sanity I have to find… to get back to you I've made up my mind… I'll find that route, that'll lead me out,"

"That has to be cutest thing I have ever herd someone rap. She's gonna love it,"

"You think so?" He asks.

"I know so,"

He gives off a smile but it is wiped away when Bellick walks out of his office. Apolskis walks in and I walk away.

I walk through gen-pop pretending to patrol but actually looking for Michael. I walk up to his cell and Sucre pulls me in. "Give me your underwear," He demands.

"What the hell? No!" I gasp.

"I either get them from you or Annie the Tranny. Don't make me get them from Tranny. We need it for the escape," Sucre whispers.

"I'm not even going to ask…" I shake my head. "…step outside," I quickly kick off my boots as I undo my belt. I shake off my pants and pull of my underwear. I pull my pants back on now feeling extremely uncomfortable. "Okay," I say and Sucre re-enters.

"Thanks," Sucre says as I tie the laces of my work boots.

"I don't even know what to say," I say then leave the room uncomfortably.

I walk up to Saras office where I take a seat across from her and Katie.

"I know I sound like a broken record, but you work too hard. You need to get out, hang out with your friends more," Katie says while handing me a coffee. "What about men?"

"I, uh...I've had some bad luck when it comes to relationships," I say as I squirm in my seat.

"You had bad luck or you had bad boys?" Sara asks.

"I think I've managed to have a little of both. Yeah, you know, you're right. I don't tend to go for the nice guys. I like the ones with the deep-seated emotional issues. Someone I can kind of relate to, help get from how I was a while back to where I am now,"

"Like Scofield?" Sara asks.

"You like Scofield? " Katie questions with a surprised look on her face.

"No, not like Scofield,"

"Don't lie to me. You pick him up to take him to the infirmary which is a five minute walk and you two take twenty minutes, you talk to him in the yard, you got up set when -" Sara says but I cut her off. "You know what? I think he's interesting. And I think he's attractive, but he's still an inmate. I can promise you one thing, and that's that you will never see anything happen between me and an inmate,"

I am called down to Bellicks office. I rush down to see what all the fuss is about. I walk into his office to see Sucre standing in the middle of the room.

"You know, the state of Illinois doesn't look too kindly upon prisoners who try to escape. Charges are filed, you get sent back to County for three months. Come back here with ten more years added to your bid," Bellick starts as I take a stand by the eastern wall.

"I wasn't trying to escape," Sucre mumbles.

"Start talking, mano," Bellick demands.

"I stayed out after yard today. I waited under the bleachers until it got dark. Something was gonna come over the walls," Sucre lies.

"Drugs is almost as bad as escape. Last guy who had heroin slingshot over the wall got a nickel added to his bid," Bellick growls.

"It wasn't drugs," Sucre says simply.

"Then what the hell was it?" Bellick says as he pushes Sucre towards me. "Frisk him!"

I pat Sucre down head to toe to find something wrapped up in his sock. I pass it to Bellick. "What do we have here?" He opens the package and holds up my underwear that I had given him earlier. "A pair of grunds? You risked going to the SHU for a pair of grunds? Hell. You risked adding extra time to your bid all for a pair of panties?"

"My girl just wanted me to know she was thinking about me, boss," Sucre lies. "You understand?"

"Sure, Sucre. I understand," Bellick says then nods to drag him off to the SHU. I walk over to Sucre, grab his arms and cuff him. I lead him down to the SHU and to an empty cell. "Sorry, papi," I murmur as I close it behind him.

"Sam! Sam!" I hear my name being called from Lincolns cell.

I walk over to it and get down to level with the slot in the door. "Yeah?"

"Check on my brother. He's not responding," He says.

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

"Michael. Check him out. He's not responding. Please!" Lincoln cries.

"Michael's down here!" I say in shock and run over the only cell he could be in. "Michael!" I yell through the slot in the door. There is no answer so I pull out my flash light. "Michael!" I say as I shine my flash light in. My draw drops in shock. "I need a medic in here now, I repeat, now!" I demand into the radio.

Sara soon arrives and we both rush into the cell. "Light on twelve," I say into the radio and the lights soon flicker on. Sara and I kneel down beside Michael who is curled up on the floor holding a bloody hand. I look up at the wall which is smeared with blood.

"Michael," I whisper and he doesn't respond. I look up at Sara scared.

"Okay, you're gonna feel my fingers on your wrist," Sara says as I stare a the maze of bloody lines on the wall. I stare at them and try to figure out what Michael is trying to do. Was he looking for a pattern? A way out? A way in? That's it! A way in. Now knowing what Michael is trying to do I feel calmer but still worried. I sit on the Floor my legs crossed as Sara examines Michaels bloody hand. I feel something rest on my leg and I look down to see Michaels head there resting peacefully."You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay," I whisper softly.

Dad arrives after a while and Sara goes out into the hallway to speak with him. She soon arrives back. "What are you going to do with him," I ask weakly.

"Psych Ward," She replies simply.

I nod as she and two orderlys from Psych lead him out of the cell.