Bayley stopped for a second outside of a wooden office door. A gold plate fixed to the door proclaimed the office as belonging to the prison governor. Bayley had no idea why she had been summoned to see the woman who ran the whole prison for the first time. As far as she knew, she had done nothing wrong during her first month inside. In fact, she had actively been trying to stay out of trouble.

"Go on, in you go," the female guard who had fetched her from B Wing said. What was a little strange was that she wasn't one of the B Wing guards.

Trying to supress her nerves, Bayley opened the door and walked into the office.

"Bayley Martinez, ma'am," the guard announced from just inside the doorway, where she took a position against the wall, standing ready for the unlikely event that Bayley kicked off.

Behind a large oak desk sat an African American woman with purple hair and glasses with thick black rims. She had looked up from some paperwork when the door opened, and gave Bayley a hint of a smile. It was the first time Bayley had met Governor Banks in person.

"This won't take long, Martinez. I want to talk to you about Becky Lynch."

"Becky? Is she okay?" Bayley asked with immediate concern. She hadn't been allowed to see the girl she loved since the moment they had both been arrested after the motel shoot out. It had been a heart-breaking month, not knowing how her girl was or even where she was. She had been told Becky was in the prison, but she hadn't been assigned to B Wing. Frankly, the fact that Becky had been charged with murder was a travesty. She had done nothing wrong, and Bayley felt sure Becky could prove that easily when her case came to trial.

"Physically, she's fine," Banks confirmed, to Bayley's relief. "But mentally? We've been having a lot of trouble with her. She won't interact with other prisoners, won't apply for a job. Most days, she won't even go out for exercise or food unless she's made to. All she does is say she wants to be moved to be with you."

"Let me go to her, please," Bayley begged, instinctively making a praying gesture with her hands.

Banks looked irritated by the interruption, so Bayley quickly shut her mouth. "If you let me finish, I was going to say that B Wing is full to capacity. However, there is currently room for more prisoners on C Wing, where Becky is. You're going to be moving there with immediate effect, and you'll be sharing a cell with her."

Bayley's knees nearly buckled under her. She could barely believe what she had heard. "Thank you! Thank you!" she babbled.

"I'm counting on you to make sure Becky's morale, attitude and work ethic improve. Otherwise she's going to have to be shipped out to different facility," Banks warned.

"I'll make sure she's okay," Bayley promised.

Banks nodded. "Good. Then go bag up your possessions. Ms Deville will accompany you, then take you to C Wing."

"Thank you," Bayley said again, only receiving a dismissive hand gesture as a response. She didn't care in the least. All that mattered was that she was going to Becky!

The guard, who was apparently called Deville and presumably worked C Wing, ushered her out of the office and in the direction of B Wing. They walked for a minute before the guard spoke. "You're moving up in the world, Martinez."

"What do you mean?" Bayley asked, glancing at the undeniably attractive but stern-faced woman. She looked well capable of dealing out a serious sorting out to any prisoner who got out of line.

"C Wing is more modern than B Wing. Also, your girlfriend is in the ones. It was an attempt to brighten her up a bit, not that it worked."

Bayley knew that she meant Becky had a first floor cell. Given only to low risk, well-behaved prisoners, the ones were slightly more spacious than the ground floor cells, like the one Bayley was currently in. They also came with a little TV and a radio. Most importantly, though, the new cell would have Becky.

Fifteen minutes later, Deville was unlocking the security gate at the entrance to C Wing. Bayley walked in, carrying a clear plastic bag with her possessions in it. Her clothes would be brought later by the guards after they all been checked out for security reasons.

Ms Deville hadn't lied. C Wing looked fairly new, especially in comparison to the dated B Wing. Bayley saw a couple of women cleaning tables in the nearby eating area. They both looked over at the new arrival, pondering the first questions that went through every prisoner's minds when someone new showed up: Who is she? What is she like? What is she in for?

After locking the door behind them, Deville pointed to the stairs and said, "Go on."

As she walked forward, Bayley realised that C Wing also had a second floor, something B Wing didn't have. "Who goes on the second floor?" she asked.

"Lifers," came the simple reply from the guard, chilling Bayley to the core. There were some seriously dangerous people in here. People like Charlotte Flair or Ronda Rousey. Luckily for her, both of those women were dead, otherwise they would have been out for her blood.

It wasn't a surprise that there were not many people around at this time of day. It was work time, which meant that a lot of the prisoners would be elsewhere, doing their jobs. Those who didn't have jobs had free time, and would be outside on a glorious day like this. Sun streamed through the open doors of each cell, into the central atrium that Bayley was walking through.

Deville took the lead up the stairs, turned left at the top and walked three doors down the metal landing to a cell with a closed door that was marked C108. The door wasn't locked. Deville pushed it open and announced. "New cellmate for you, Lynch."

"I don't want a..." Bayley heard in her girl's strong Irish accent before she reached the doorway. As soon as Bayley appeared in the doorway, Becky stopped in her tracks, totally shocked for a second. She was lounging on the bottom of the cell's two bunks, looking thoroughly miserable. That soon changed.

"Hey," Bayley said, feeling tears stinging her eyes. She had thought of this moment every day for a month. Becky looked even more beautiful than she remembered. She was simply breath-taking. And they were reunited.

"Bayley!" Becky shrieked in delight, jumping up off the bottom bunk and running into her girl's arms. "Oh my God, I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too!" Bayley exclaimed, tears trickling down her cheeks. "I wondered if I would ever see you again. I can't believe it. I love you."

"I love you too," Becky cried, holding on to her for dear life.

"I'll leave you to it," Deville said with a hint of a smile at the heart-warming scene.

"Thanks, miss," Becky said politely. Miss or ma'am were the acceptable ways to address a female guard, while it was sir or Mr for the male ones.

After the door closed, Bayley and Becky just stood there in each other's arms, kissing and savouring the amazing fact that they were reunited.

"Ms Banks said you've not been doing well," Bayley said eventually. "She said you've not been going outside, won't take a job, won't interact with anyone. All you wanted was..."

"You," Becky said, looking adoringly into her eyes. "Yes. I told them I wouldn't do anything until they moved us into the same cell. I thought about going on hunger strike. Apparently my persistence was worth it, because here you are."

"Here I am," Bayley confirmed with a loving smile. With that, they started kissing with the passion of lovers who had spent a long time apart. They moved over to the bunks and lay down on the bottom one, where they spent an hour making out and exploring each other's bodies with their hands. Every second of it was truly delightful.

The sound of a ground floor cell door being banged shut brought the experience to an end. Another door banged shut soon afterwards, possibly on the first floor.

"Time for lock up," Becky breathed, her hair a mess, sheer pleasure and relief in her eyes now that she was back with Bayley.

Reluctantly, Bayley got up off the bed and picked up the clear bag with her possessions in it. She knew that after work time was over, prisoners were locked in their cells for an hour while dinner was prepared. There would also be a cursory inspection of their cell before the door was locked. Neither of them had needed to say that they didn't want a guard to see them on the bed together. Tossing the bag onto the top bunk, Bayley climbed up there and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Better tidy myself up," Becky said, walking over to the mirror to fix her hair.

"What are the guards like on C Wing?" Bayley asked. "That one, uh, Deville? She didn't seem too bad."

"No, she's okay. Most of them are on this wing, as long as you don't piss them off of course. I don't know how it was for you on B Wing, but we have eight guards, four on day shift and four on night shift."

"And they change around every couple of weeks," Bayley said knowingly.

Done fixing her hair, Becky turned around and nodded. "Exactly. They have two men and two women on each shift. At the moment on days we have Ms Deville and Ms Young, with Mr Reigns and Mr Rollins. They're all okay, for guards."

"What about the other shift?"

"That's Mr Ambrose, Mr Styles, Ms Stratus and..." Becky visibly shuddered. "Ms Vega. She's the head guard on C Wing."

"You don't like her?" Bayley prompted, having seen the reaction her girl had to simply speaking the name.

"She's the most nasty, evil person I've ever met. She treats everyone appallingly badly, and gets away with it somehow. Everyone hates her, but we're also scared of her. I saw a girl lose it and punch her once, and you wouldn't believe the beating Vega gave her. She must have half killed her. I can't believe she didn't get fired for it, but she didn't. She went off to see Governor Banks and came back half an hour later like nothing happened."

"She sounds awful," Bayley gasped.

"She is. I got a letter from my parents a couple of weeks back. It meant so much to me I cried when I got it. Unfortunately it was Ms Vega who handed out the mail that day and she saw my reaction. The next day, she came and said she needed to do a search of my cell. She found the letter under my mattress, tore it up and flushed it down the toilet." Becky was almost brought to tears again by recounting the story.

"Bitch," Bayley snarled.

"She is. That's the kind of thing she does, just to be cruel. So, again, whenever she's around, be careful. Get on her bad side, or even attract her attention and she'll do something to you."

"Noted," Bayley said, hopping off the bunk to go and comfort Becky. "No one's going to hurt you now I'm here," she promised as they embraced, holding each other tightly again.

The sound of the door being slammed shut on the cell next to theirs made them jump apart. A moment later, their door opened. A mountain of a man with long black hair and a beard strode into the cell, his expression registering surprise at seeing Bayley there.

"Hello, Mr Reigns," Becky said politely. "This is Bayley."

"Oh, Bayley," Reigns said with a genuine smile. "I've heard a lot about you from this one. I'm glad they've moved you over here. Maybe we'll be able to get Becky out of her cell now?"

Bayley smiled at the guard while Becky said, "You will. I'll be on my best behaviour now."

"I'll hold you to that," Reigns said seriously. He took a brief look around the cell, which apparently constituted the inspection he was supposed to make. Most of the guards didn't actually bother when the inmates in question were low risk.

"Dinner in an hour, ladies," Reigns said on his way out the door. It was slammed shut and locked behind him.

"Seems like an okay guy," Bayley observed. "So, what about the prisoners? Ms Deville said there are lifers here."

"You didn't have any on B Wing?" Becky asked in surprise.

Bayley shook her head. "Nope. Tell me about them."

"We might as well wait until we go for dinner. I can point everyone out and tell you about them."


A/N: Welcome back to this story, everyone! I hope you enjoyed the return chapter?

As my regular readers will know, I like to get some interaction going with you all. With that in mind, I'm going to open the reviews up to suggestions for prisoners who might be on C Wing. Remember, Charlotte and Ronda are dead, so don't suggest them.

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