Franky's heart soared when she saw Will outside of H2. It could only mean one thing. Bridget was back but she saw that the blonde's cell door was closed. She was unsure if she should enter.

Fuck it, she thought and blasted into Bridget's cell.

Bridget was lying down on her bed, head comfortably on pillow and reading a book. She was already in her prison uniform, a sleeveless white top with teal pants. Her teal hoodie was thrown at the side of her bed. She glanced up from her book as Franky entered.

"I told you I didn't want you to get involved, Gidge," Franky said as she lifted her hands forward, slightly below her face.

Bridget closed her book and sighed. "It's not going to get back to me. Jeff will make sure of it."

Franky shook her head defiantly. "There's a possibility and it costs too much. You can't do this," Franky said as her lips curved downwards.

"It's already done. I don't care if I go bankrupt. I may never leave this place. Whatever I spent on you now, doesn't compare to the twenty years of freedom that you could get," Bridget said.

"You can't do this. I won't allow it."

"Only one of us in this cell is innocent. Work with the lawyers or fire them all, it's all that I can do for now. If it helps an ounce, take it as a minute atonement for your sister; to live your life free," Bridget said before she opened her book and pretended to read but in actuality, she used the book as a shield so that Franky would not see her teary blue eyes.

"I miss ya," Franky said quietly as she sat at the foot of the bed. She held on to Bridget's left sock-clad foot and noticed Bridget's throat constricting. The book that she was holding was only big enough to cover her face.

I miss you too, so much, Bridget thought as she continued to armor her face from Franky with her lousy book but she did not make a move.

Franky sniffled before she said, "Iman tried to kill me." She wondered if that line would make Bridget look at her and it was successful as Bridget dropped her book, jerked up into a sitting position, face flinching in pain from the sudden movement. Franky's hand instinctively reached up to Bridget's leg, wanting to soothe her lover's wound but before there was any contact, Bridget swatted the brunette's hand away for she knew that she would come undone.

"Are you okay?" Bridget asked worriedly as her eyes scanned all over the tall brunette who appeared fine other than the hurt look from the earlier swatting.

"Yeah, Booms saved me. She's not gonna confess that she killed Penissi. They were together. He got obsessed with me and she couldn't handle it," Franky said filled with frustration.

Bridget thought for a while before she spoke. "Did you tell Barbara?"

"No, they haven't even found any proof that there's a link between Penissi and Iman and the longer they take, the more billable hours," Franky said as she rubbed her eyes. She doubted at the competence of that terribly expensive law firm. She had considered firing the firm but she was afraid that it would be the last straw of her already fragile relationship.

"They didn't get famous for losing cases, Franky," Bridget said as she resumed covering her face with her book.

Franky exhaled before she left Bridget's cell. She knew Bridget was acting cold and distant because she no longer feels worthy of Franky's love and care. But why did it hurt so damn much? Then she remembered how painful it was for Bridget when she forcefully pushed Bridget against the wall in her cell.

Tears were threatening to fall again and Franky decided that she would not start crying again for the fear that she would not stop. She was not having it so she stuffed her emotions deep down as soul crushing as it were. Channeling out her usual charismatic and playful self. It was yard time and she was going to let out some steam with basketball.

Later, the girls of H2 walked together to dinner slowing down for Bridget. They were all concerned and took turns to ask questions but Bridget always kept her answers short. Bridget's demeanor was not as dark as it was before but still she made no real attempt to conversate with anyone.

Franky watched Bridget from the end of the table. The blonde was taking a few bites of everything. Franky was contented at that. She did not notice Bridget glancing up now and then, stealing glances at her. Allie was talking to her about something funny that she saw in a magazine and it was truly funny. They were sharing a good laugh and Liz and Sue joined in, even Kaz had an amused look but Franky stopped, staring wide-eyed at Bridget suddenly getting up.

"Love, you barely ate. Why don't you eat more and we'll go back together," Liz offered, placing on hand on Bridget's forearm, in a means to stop the petite woman sitting next to her.

"I've had quite enough, Liz. Thank you though," Bridget said with a forced smile before limping out with her crutches and Will walking behind her.

The group resumed their laughter as Allie was sharing another humorous tale but Franky just sat there, deep in thought.

Ferguson gleamed from a further table, having observed and soaked in everything.

When the rest arrived at H2, Bridget's cell door was already closed. Count was completed and Will left the girls to enjoy the rest of their evening at the common area.

There was no change in the girls' routine for two days. While they went to work, Bridget sat in her cell to read. While the rest were enjoying yard time, Bridget took her shower. The only times that they sat as a group was during meal times.

Franky was getting good at it. She was going to fake being alright till she was alright. During meal times, she looked at the blonde from time to time and the blonde did the same but it was never at the same moment. They did not converse with each other.

"Now that's a derrière that I thought I'd never see again," Bridget said with a hint of surprise as she walked up to Katherine whose back was facing her. She caught a whiff of Katherine's perfume and it was pleasing.

Katherine was rummaging through her bag when she heard Bridget's voice. Instantly she spun around, smiling like a love-struck teenager. "Bridget. You look lovely in teal," she teased.

Bridget rolled her eyes but she smiled. Then she let her eyes roam up and down Katherine's body, impressed at how well-dressed the doctor was outside of the hospital. "I think I miss the surgical scrubs and sports shoes. You're just too fancy right now," Bridget said as she smirked.

"Am, I? I still have my doctor's coat on," Katherine asked innocently as she looked down at her attire. Deep down, she knew she had purposefully dressed to amaze her patient. She took hours to nail down the perfect outfit for her prison appointment, professional yet stylish.

Bridget nodded. "You know you are."

"I dress like this daily, perhaps with lesser effort," Katherine confessed before adding, "but I do have to change into my scrubs when I arrive at the hospital. You know, life of a surgeon, getting pulled into ORs. Can't be dressed like this," Katherine said as she pointed to herself.

"Well, you look very nice on your day off, Chuck," Bridget said with a smile.

Katherine stared at Bridget in surprise, "I surely didn't mention it was my off day."

"You didn't need to. Your perfume is apparent today and for all the other times that I've met you, you're rather neutral smelling which makes me deduce that you're not working today," Bridget smirked.

It should come as no surprise to Katherine but she was still astonished with the patient's observational skills. "Just when I thought a detail could have escaped you but I knew I could do it since you're not allergic," Katherine said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Hmmm, I forgot someone memorized my medical files," Bridget said.

Katherine chuckled. "It's my job. I could've killed you. Boop," Katherine said as the tip of her index finger touched the tip of Bridget's nose. This time there was no unanticipated emotion.

Bridget smiled before asking, "How are you here?"

"Simple. I charmed your governor," Katherine said as she raised her eyebrows. Then she smiled. "It was really easy because I could see that she cares for you. Is she a friend too? Like Will?" As she mentioned Will, he happened to be looking in so she nodded towards him. He smiled in return as he stood guard outside medical.

"Yes, she's a friend. Like seriously, how, Chuck?" Bridget pressed.

"Well, I said free and that Wentworth's medical staff were no match for me because I'm the crème de la crème," Katherine replied as she helped Bridget climb up the bed and pulled the curtain for privacy.

"I think your head just got bigger when you said that," Bridget said almost unable to finish the sentence before bursting into laughter.

Katherine joined in the laughter before adding, "It's true. I graduated second in my class back at California and a big head for a surgeon saves lives."

"No, way. We graduated in the same American state," Bridget said excitedly.

"We just found more common ground then," Katherine said cheerfully.

"Since we have, tell me why you walked away that day in the hospital before I got a word in," Bridget attempted.

Katherine looked to the floor, unable to keep eye contact. "Truthfully," she said as she met Bridget's gentle gaze, "I was afraid of what you'll say. I was afraid that you'll get mad and say it's not my place to tell you that."

"Chuck, what you said needed to be said. I needed to hear it and I'm glad you called me out on my shit," Bridget said and for the first time, she reached for Katherine's hand and held on.

Katherine responded automatically to Bridget's touch by stroking the smaller hand with her thumb, a smile forming on her face. "Thanks, Bridget. Thank you for bringing it up," Katherine said. "Now, let's take a look at your leg. Can you pull your pants down or do you need help?" Katherine asked as she remembered how Bridget did not appreciate such things.

Katherine was met with a smile and Bridget added, "Don't worry, I'm wearing underwear."

I wish you weren't, Katherine thought as blood rushed to her head from being so close to Bridget's center. Oh, her face wished she could go closer and give the smaller blonde pleasure. Control, she harshly reminded herself.

Katherine swung back the curtains when she was done examining Bridget.

"I asked your governor when she called me to confirm, if I could bring you a jello from the hospital but she said food wasn't permitted. So… I asked her if something else was allowed and she said a tennis ball. I know I'm not a tennis star but here, I brought you a tennis ball that I signed," Katherine said laughing as she reached out of her bag holding the tennis ball. She grinned goofily at Bridget who took the ball with an equally amused smile. "When Ms. Bennett checked me in, she was shocked that I did bring a tennis ball. I think she meant it sarcastically but I didn't catch on and since I brought it, she agreed."

"Thanks, Chuck. I'll make good use of it," Bridget said as she took another look at the tennis ball before sticking the ball into the pocket her teal hoodie.

"You've lost over two kilograms since you got into prison and that's about a week's time. It's a little too much," Katherine said worriedly as she tapped her sterling silver luxury pen with her left hand on Bridget's chart while updating it.

"Oh, stop being a doctor for a second. Maybe my body just doesn't agree well with prison food," Bridget said jokingly.

It was yard time and Franky felt like roaming indoors instead of playing basketball. She walked around aimlessly, enjoying the lesser crowd. She turned to medical and something made her blood boil. Her heart stopped and then started pounding rapidly.

Bridget was sitting on the bed and an unknown medical staff was attending to her. They looked closed and then she saw it. Bridget's real smile, the one that reaches her eyes, making her blue eyes sparkle. The smile that has eluded her for so long and now someone else was bringing it out of Bridget. Jealousy and wrath filled her.

Franky saw that Will had just walked away from medical hearing some commotion further down. Furiously, Franky stepped into medical.

"Gidget, who's that?" Franky asked, green eyes dark with jealousy. Franky was looking intimidating for she was holding on to her teal hoodie instead of wearing it, the prison tattoos on her arms fully visible.

The smile from Katherine's face disappeared and she placed herself between Franky and Bridget. "Stay back," she warned as she wielded her designer pen like sword before her.

"Oh… like a pen's gonna scare me," Franky mocked, her eyes gleaming menacingly.

"Franky… stop," Bridget pleaded, unable to jump off the bed as her small frame ensured that her feet were far off the floor, she would be risking reinjuring her leg.

Stubbornly, Franky took a step forward.

Katherine's body tensed up, getting ready to fight. Screw flight, it believed. "Mr. Jackson," she called loudly.

Will was just walking back to medical after having settled a petty squabble between two inmates when he heard Katherine's call for him. He quickened his step and then he knew why she was calling.

Franky was walking forward towards Katherine and Katherine was trying to be ready to defend herself and Bridget was trying to calm Franky down from her position on the elevated medical bed.

"Franky, you're not supposed to be in medical," he said loudly, causing all three ladies to focus on his voice. "Come on, off you go."

Franky gave a harsh glare at Katherine before muttering, "Fine." She walked out of medical and put on her teal hoodie as she stormed off to the yard.

Will took his place outside of medical and Katherine felt her heart beat slowing down. She breathed out slowly. "Are you okay?" she asked Bridget concernedly.

Bridget nodded. "That was Franky," she said apologetically.

"Did she force you to be her prison wife?" Katherine asked earnestly.

Vera sighed as she looked at her desk clock. They were understaffed today but she was glad that Jake was part of the staff that did not show for work. Personal matters, he told her in the morning as they got ready for work.

Perhaps some fresh air will do you some good, Vera told herself. She gathered her paperwork and stuffed them in her drawer before locking it. Then she walked out of her office and began her shift of guarding the women at the yard.

The wind was blowing and it felt rather peaceful for Vera to see the women enjoying themselves after a hard day at work.

Bridget was able to walk a little faster now since her crutches were substituted with a walking stick. There was no more need for another appointment and so the doctor and the patient said their painful goodbyes. She remembered telling Katherine that things with Franky were complicated and Katherine smiled sympathetically, seemingly understanding that it was an understatement yet she did not press on.

As Bridget walked back with Will to her cell, Katherine's goodbye scene to her was on replay. Although the moment was transitory, it was seared into her memory. Katherine had reached and placed her left hand at the back of Bridget's head, gently intertwining her fingers with Bridget's blonde hair. Au revoir, Bridget, Katherine had whispered into Bridget's right ear before placing a soft, sweltering cheek kiss. Bridget could still smell Katherine's perfume on her. She wondered if it was really on her or it was imprinted in her brain as she found a place to put her tennis ball. She then headed to the library with Will for more books to read.

Ferguson gathered her crew together. Kim would lead a group and Stella would lead the other.

"Now, remember timing is everything. Coordination is key."

The ladies nodded.

"I trust you know how to work a prison lighter?" Ferguson asked as she handed the battery and gum wrapper to Kim who nodded seriously.

"Good," Ferguson said. "Let us begin. Checkmate." And the three groups dispersed to their respective places.