A/N: Wow! Sorry it has taken me absolutely forever to get this chapter posted...I can explain the reason for this in just two words...COLLEGE SUCKS! Anyway the good news is that I only have two weeks left, and then I am free to write all summer. I am hoping to start being able to post again every day, but no promises. I won't keep you any longer from reading this story...enjoy =)

I felt like I just sat there for an eternity and no one said a word to me while they were digging. I figured they were all still pretty pissed off for me busting them to Jeannette and her daughter. They just couldn't see that the only reason I lost control like that was because I felt like they were taking Tweener away from me. Just thinking about it now was making me tense up and being tense was hurting my shoulder. Luckily, there was a tiny TV in the garage and they had it turned on watching the news. I could distract myself by watching it. Most of it was pretty boring, just this news lady reading things off of the prompt. The only thing that the country wanted to hear about was the Fox River 8.

"There are certain inmates to be on special lookout for, such as Theodore Bagwell. That man does not belong in regular society," she stated confidently.

A picture of Tbag came onto the screen and I had to admit that it made jump at how scary he looked. Tbag approached the TV and stared at his picture. Then he scoffed.

"The picture makes me look like a damn psychopath," he said.

I looked over at the TV and tilted my head to the side while looking at the picture.

"More like a sociopath," I mocked.

Tbag looked at me, but he wasn't smiling. Apparently, he didn't think my joke was so funny. That's just fine because I didn't want him to think it was funny. I was still mad at all of them and any chance to hurt them I was going to take. The next thing that came on the TV was an update on the Burrows Jr. case. My ears instantly perked up and leaned in closer towards the TV. I wasn't the only one either. Lincoln had stopped digging altogether and moved to stand just inches from the TV. The news lady was saying that due to a lack of sufficient evidence the police had no choice but to release him to the general public. Lincoln started clenching his fists at his sides. I had to admit that it was a little suspicious that they were just releasing LJ. I was a little surprised that the police weren't trying to gather some more evidence first. My question was what was going to happen after they released him? Where was he going to go? Suddenly, Lincoln stormed back into the house. Michael was quick to follow him and I wasn't going to miss out on that conversation. I hoisted myself up onto my feet and after wincing at the quick pain in my shoulder I followed them inside. Right as I was about to go into the door, Abruzzi pulled me back.

"Let go of me," I snarled at him.

Knowing Abruzzi so well, he completely ignored by command and pulled me into the house but not in the direction of Michael and Lincoln. I tried to struggle against him, but with my wounded shoulder it proved difficult. He led me down one of the hallways and we passed Sucre guarding the two women. Sucre looked worriedly at me like he was afraid that Abruzzi was going to hurt me, but he quickly masked it up in remembering that he was supposed to be angry with me. Abruzzi pulled me to a secluded space and spun me around so my back hit the wall. He put both of his arms on the sides of my face.

"What come to stab me in my other arm?"

He smirked at me.

"Bella would you just relax. I brought you down here so you don't make a bigger fool of yourself."

I had no idea what he was talking about. How was I going to make a bigger fool of myself by going to see what Lincoln and Michael were discussing? I opened my mouth to say something, but Abruzzi cut me off.

"You would have went in there to listen to them, and the first time you heard something you didn't like you would have blown up on them."

I opened my mouth to start defending myself but nothing was coming out. Abruzzi chuckled at me and I sucked in my cheeks in embarrassment. Being the stubborn person that I am, I tried to deny everything by forcibly shaking my head.

"Oh really, so what if Michael and Lincoln decided to just cancel this whole operation to decide to go get his son out of jail?"

"They can't do that! We can't just leave Tweener here!" I blurted out.

Abruzzi raised his eyebrows at me to make his point. I let out a frustrated huff and lifted my shoulders in the air causing me to wince in pain.

"How's the arm?" he asked reaching out to flick the hair off of my shoulder.

"It hurts like a bitch," I spat. "Thanks for that, and here I thought we were passed you hurting me."

"I didn't stab you to hurt you." Abruzzi smirked.

I raised my eyebrows at him. Oh yes, it was so common to stab your friends because you weren't trying to hurt them.

"I was trying to distract you so you didn't end up getting yourself killed," he stated confidently.

I tilted my head clearly not understanding his methods for kindness. He let out a frustrated sigh that he was going to have to explain it to me again.

"You were ranting and raving like a crazy woman spilling our secrets everywhere. If you had continued T-bag would have no doubt put his knife in your throat. So I did the only thing that could distract you. I put you in pain."

I remained standing where I was, just staring at Abruzzi. I tried to open my mouth to say something once, but nothing came out. When I thought back, I was so obsessed with what had happened to Tweener that I was doing exactly what Abruzzi said. I folded my arms across my chest and refused to admit that Abruzzi was doing something nice for me. Abruzzi smirked and cupped my face in his hands.

"Trust me Bella, when I am doing something to hurt you, you'll know it."

I pouted my lips and jerked myself away from Abruzzi. He chuckled and followed right behind me. Abruzzi gave me a smile and a light pat on the shoulder, which made me flinch. Together, we walked back to the main living room where Sucre was sitting with Jeannette and her daughter. I looked around the room a few times trying to find the brothers, but I didn't see them anywhere. Sucre noticed who I was looking for.

"They left." He stated.

I stared at him in confusion. What did he mean that they left? Surely, he was just talking about that they left the house and went back to the garage. Abruzzi asked if they went back outside, but Sucre slowly shook his head. I peered out the window, and one of the cars was missing.

"Where are they Sucre?" I snapped.

"Well, Lincoln took the car and took off so he could pick up his son."

"Did Michael go with him?"

I would have been angry beyond words could describe if Michael just got up and left all of us to finish the digging for him.

"No, Lincoln went alone."

"Then where is he?"

"Christ mami, I am trying to explain it to you. Can you let me just talk without interrupting por favor?"

Abruzzi started sniggering to himself, and I glared over in his direction. I looked back over to Sucre and pretended to lock my mouth with a key and tossed it over my shoulder. He grinned at me before continuing.

"Michael looked pretty upset when Lincoln took off for LJ. It almost looked like Michael didn't think he could do this on his own without his brother."

I felt a little hurt that Michael thought he was completely alone without his brother. Didn't he realize that he had me, and I would go through anything with him.

"Anyway, Michael suddenly snapped out of it and told me to make sure that everyone else kept digging. He said that he would be back as quick as possible, and then he just ran out the front door."

I realized that Sucre was done telling his story, and I raised my eyebrows at him.

"That's it! He didn't say where he was going, or what he was doing?" Sucre shook his head.

"What an idiot! Tweener just got arrested, and the police are swarming all over the area. He is going to do something to get himself arrested."

I was fuming again, and practically shouting at the top of my lungs. It was just so hard to believe that Michael would act this recklessly just because his brother had left. Whatever he was doing out there, I hope it was worth it. Abruzzi put his hand on my heaving shoulder trying to calm me down. Surprisingly, it worked.

"Why don't we all get back to digging so the others don't suspect anything is out of the ordinary?"

Sucre I and both nodded our heads. I started heading for the door to the garage, but Abruzzi grabbed a hold of my elbow.

"No Bella, let Sucre go out and dig for a while. You being on hostage patrol," he said with a wink.

I let out a huff and stormed over to trade places with Sucre. He looked relieved and eagerly joined Abruzzi, who told me he would check in on me in a little while. I watched them leave and I turned my attention back to the two women. They were both giving me looks, but not looks of anger or fear. They were almost looking at me with pity because I got myself stuck in this situation. I moved over to Jeannette's daughter and lightly touched the gag in her mouth.

"If you promise me that you aren't going to cause her trouble I can take this out of your mouth."

She stared at me briefly before nodding her head. I lightly pulled the gag out of her mouth and rested it around her neck. She shook her jaw out a few times and muttered a quick thank you. I smiled at her and moved over to remove the gag out of Jeannette's mouth.

"Can you please give me my pills in the bottom drawer over there?" the daughter asked nodding with her head over to the kitchen.

I moved over to the kitchen and fiddled around in the drawer until I found the bottle of prescription drugs. It had her name on it and was described as prenatal vitamins. Guilt instantly started to wash over me as I realized that this poor woman was pregnant. I also became a little worried that the stress of this whole situation was going to send her into early labor. I quickly glanced back in her direction and laughed to myself for much of an idiot I was being. She couldn't be more than a few months along, and was barely showing. I highly doubted she was going to go into early labor. I walked back over to where she was sitting and fed her two pills and helped her swallow the water. She muttered a thanks once again. I bit my lip nervously.

"So, um…. when are you due?"

She smiled.

"Towards the end of the year," she stated proudly.

I smiled at her, and felt just a little jealousy towards her happiness. I have always loved children and couldn't wait to be a mom someday. Now, with everything that has happened, I'm not sure I wanted to bring a child into this mess, and realizing that hurt a lot. I dropped my head in disappointment, and the daughter noticed.

"You don't seem or act like a criminal at all, how did you get mixed up with these guys?"

My eyes quickly darted up to look at her face. I couldn't believe that she had just asked me that. I guess she was really lucky that I wasn't truly dangerous, or she might have been hurt for that remark.

"Well, I probably don't act like a criminal because I usually am the one catching criminals. I worked undercover in the prison they escaped from."

Jeannette and her daughter both gasped. I smiled to myself, although I don't know why. I guess it had something to do with all of my memories during my stay at Fox River. True that some of them were gruesome and horrible, but some of them also weren't so bad. The daughter was staring at me for some sort of explanation.

"I worked for the FBI, then sent me to the prison undercover to find some evidence against John Abruzzi."

"And so now you're their hostage?" Jeannette dramatically gasped. I reached back and grabbed the back of my neck.

"Well, not exactly." They both stared at me confused.

"I did try to stop their escape, and at first I was with them against my will, but now I am here because I want to be." God, that even sounded awful to me so imagine what they were thinking.

"Why?"

I blew out a sigh.

"You probably recognized the one as Lincoln Burrows. Well, I came to believe that he was innocent, and I wasn't comfortable with letting him be executed. We think he was set out, and are trying to find out who did this to him."

Jeannette just looked completely lost, and the daughter looked at me like I was insane. This was just impossible to explain without the full story of what happened.

"The others aren't so bad either. Most of them aren't dangerous, and I guess you could say I have become sort of attached to them."

"Poor girl," Jeannette said.

I scowled at her making her flinch with fright. She looked at me like I was the nutcase who fell in love with all of these guys and couldn't leave them behind. She just didn't understand the bonds I had created with them.

"Who's your favorite?" the daughter asked.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Did I really not have a favorite guy, or did I just not want to admit who it might be?

"The kid," said Jeannette winking at me. It did cause me to laugh.

"Well he is my favorite for different reasons," I giggled.

"How could you be in love with an inmate?" the daughter snapped.

I clenched my fists at my sides. It was what happened anyone ever talked negatively about Tweener. Just thinking about Tweener made my insides twist and turn uncomfortably.

"Trust me, Tweener is harmless. The reason he was in prison most people would be shocked by."

I could tell the daughter didn't believe me, but it wasn't her place to judge. I knew these guys better than anyone else, and most of them would honest good guys, but it was almost impossible to ever convince anybody. The only person I ever convinced of Lincoln's innocence was Melanie, and it ended up getting her killed. My insides were twisting even more with guilt.

"Alright, the big Italian guy you seem to be pretty close to, except for when he stabbed you."

"He was my cell mate during my stay at the prison, and I do care for him a lot. It sounds crazy, but him stabbing me was his way of showing me that he cares about me too. Believe me, he is capable of much worse."

"What about that southern man? He is downright terrifying?" Jeannette said shaking.

"Pretty much all of my bad memories in Fox River were because of him, but I can't lie I care about him too."

They were both just staring at me in silence.

"He has tried to kill me on a number of occasions, but strangely I worry about his safety too. We have a connection that is extremely hard to explain, and I don't really understand it myself. I think in a way we both need each other."

I became very silent at my realization. It was the one thing I kept pushing to the back of my mind and I never wanted to admit it to myself, but I couldn't deny it any longer.

I needed Tbag because I loved him.