Author: Dannette
Rating: R
Summary: Keller's going to make sure him and Beecher reunite, no matter what.
Time: Season 5
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me, this is all fiction, thank you very much.
Warning: This story is not for someone who doesn't like slash, or violence. In which this story has. This story has been stemmed from the show "Oz", which is rated TV-MA, mature audiences only, as most of the fiction about Oz. There is cussing, violence, relations between two men, murder, etc. The list really does go on. Now after reading this, do you still want to read the story? If so, go ahead, but remember ... I warned you.

Update - Catherine and Beecher are still together. Catherine is working on Keller's case. Beecher has quit working for Sister Pete and is now working in the mail room with Shillenger. Beecher has handed over Guenzel to Shillenger in order so he can see Keller. Beecher is delievering mail to solitary and about to go see Keller.

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A Plan Of Action

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Toby wheeled the cart full of mail up to the entry-way of solitary. Toby stopped briefly, he was moments away from seeing Chris, and Toby couldn't feel a little nervous in this. What would Chris say? Would Chris be happy? You damn sap, Toby mused to himself, gripping his hands on the edges of the cart. His knuckles were turning white at the pressure and yet he didn't even seem to have that registered in his brain. He was about to see Chris, and that was all that seemed to matter. Everything could just go away for the time being, he would later deal with the rest of the world, but right now he was going to be seeing Chris. Chris Keller. Uh huh, that guy, he was going to see him. Suddenly the feeling of uncertainty arised again. What would Toby say? There was so much to say, and probably all of it would make him look a babbling fool. The last time he had talked to Chris, was their phone conversation. Something he tried to throw out of his mind, to never think about again. He never wanted to drift back to the painful day when Chris had basically told him to fuck off, well okay not in those words, but the sentiment was close enough. Heh, was that why he had let Catherine in his life? No thinking of Catherine right now, just Chris ... Toby said to himself, as he waited for a CO.

"What are you here for?" Came the rough voice of Carl Peterson, a new CO for solitary, as he walked up to Toby.

"Mail." Toby said, gesturing to the cart full of mail. Toby ran a hand over his hair, brushing it back, waiting for Peterson to comment. Toby could feel an anxiousness enter his body, what if Peterson for some odd reason denied him to allow mail in solitary? Would Toby's plan to see Chris be foiled? Had giving up Guenzel been for nothing? God he hoped not.

"Go on ahead." Peterson said, motioning for Toby to go on with his routine.

Toby nodded, and began to walk, he let out a relieved sigh and slowly but anxiously made his way to Chris's cell. Then it just hit him, he had no idea which cell Chris was in. It won't be that hard to find his cell, Toby thought to himself as he handed out mail to the prisoners in solitary, he ignored their ignorant babbling and continued on, looking at each cell with interest. Hoping he would find Chris's cell soon, before his mind became muddled with other thoughts, such as remorse for what he had done to Guenzel. And Toby just noticed how he kept referring him as Guenzel instead of Adam. Yeah, more impersonal, Toby mused to himself. After all, how could he act personal about Guenzel anymore? He couldn't. Not after what he did. Toby shook his head nad continued wheeling the cart, he was starting to get the feeling that the whole world was against him and Chris. Then Toby stopped at the last cell and froze, when he saw Chris laying on the cell bed, his eyes closed, his arms folded above his head in Chris fashion. Oh god, Toby thought to himself, here he was. At Chris's cell and now he just wanted to leave, what in the world could he say? Toby fumbled in the cart of mail, seeing if Vern even bothered to make up a fake letter addressed to Chris or something, so he wouldn't look like such a desperate geek, just doing this so he could see Chris. Nothing. That's Vern for you, Toby said to himself, sighing.

Chris felt himself perk up when he heard someone sigh, he opened up one of his eyes and saw the mail cart, ah, the joy, Chris snapped at himself. Chris groaned and pushed himself up, by now both his eyes were open; He pushed himself out of the cell bed and went to say something to the mail guy, who was probably Shillenger or some other Aryan fuck, but Chris froze, when he saw Tobias Beecher. A small smile creapt upon his lips. He went up to the bars and continued to smile. "Toby," He breathed out.

Toby looked up and for a loss of words, he smiled. "Mail." Toby grabbed any letter out of the cart and handed it through the bars to Chris, he then leaned in as Chris grabbed the letter. "I work in the mail room now," Toby started to explain.

"Ah." Chris said, pretending he was interested in reading the letter, he looked through the bars to see if any of the CO's were watching, when he was sastified that none of them were giving a flying shit about what was going on, Chris looked straight at Toby. "Hi." Chris said, leaning against the bars of the cell. "You look great." Chris said, flashing a grin.

Toby smirked. "So do you."

"I'm happy to see you. They won't let you in, they won't even let us exchange letters." Chris said.

"Unless I work in the mail room." Toby pointed out.

It was Chris's turn to smirk now. "Yeah, plus side of it, huh?" He said, Chris brought up his hand and let his fingers brush against Toby's knuckles. "It's been too long." Chris said in a low whisper, as if someone would be listening to them. "Shit Tobe, I've been thinking about you non-stop while I'm in this shit hole cell. Just wanting to tear up my rap sheet, so I can be back in Em City."

"With me." Toby said, shivering a bit at Chris's touch.

"Of course, you fuck." Chris said, grinning once more. "Being in this cell, maybe just a few walls away from me, makes me think about how close I am away from you, yet so far away. I've been thinking how long it's been since we last touched, last talked." Chris said, leaning his head against the bars. "It consumes my thoughts, you consume my thoughts. You think of me?"

"Of course." Toby said quickly. "I had to see you."

"I'm glad you did." Chris said, smiling.

Before Toby could say anything there was the distinct sound of heavy boots clanking against the hard surface of the solitary grounds, and within a few seconds, there stood next to Toby, Claire Howell, with her night stick in hand, with a scowl on her face. "How can I help you Beecher?" Howell asked, shooting a look at Chris, then turning her attention back at Toby.

"I was just delievering some mail." Toby said, pulling away from the bars.

"You done?" Howell asked.

"Yeah." Toby said, grabbing onto the cart full of mail, not helping it but looking quickly at Chris.

"Well if you're done sweet pea, then you can go on your way back to Em City, can't you? I'm sure Chris's stay in solitary doesn't have the rule of you coming by so you two can do the ga-ga eyes thing. Along your way Beecher." Howell snapped.

Chris narrowed his eyes. "I'll see you soon ..." Chris said to Toby.

"Sure you will." Howell said, rolling her eyes.

Toby just nodded at Chris and wheeled the cart out of solitary, making his way out. Great reunion that was, Toby mused.

***

"Aww, sorry to break up your little reunion with your boy." Howell said, turning to face Chris, she smirked. "It was such an endearing moment, really it was. I was sitting back there, just cheering you two on." Howell snapped, rolling her eyes at Chris.

Chris's eyes glowered with a calm but heatful stare. "You know," Chris started, leaning closer against the bars. "If it's anything about Oz, I know about, it's that if you piss enough people off and you're not going to live long. And here is what I think, you've been pissing people off since day one, and I'm sure there are people just vouching for your demise. I know I sure am." Chris said, quirking up an eyebrow. "You've fucked with people logn enough, there has to be someone in Oz, that is just thinking of a perfect way to kill you. Decapitation? Stab wound? Poison in the food? Push down the elevator shaft? Choices, choices." Chris said.

Howell threw her night stick against the bars, making Chris recoil back, his heatful stare, but now glare, not washing off of his face. "If McManus wasn't keeping dibs on my every move, you'd be dead Keller. Just keep running your gums, I'm sure we can make an arrangement for your demise. Just keep fucking with me." Howell said, stalking off, shaking her head about something.

"That I will." Chris mused to himself as he watched Howell go.

Once Howell was out of his sight, completely, Chris wandered back to the cell bed and plopped down on it; he let his back rest against the concrete of the cell, as he thought about his brief conversation with Toby. Toby still felt great, god he needed to get out of PC and get to Toby. And now with Howell's invasion, he had just another reason to kill her, he hated this shit hole. He hated being trapped and now finally seeing Toby again, feeling him against his skin, his motivation had just been notched up.

***

Toby ruffled his hair tiredly, his reunion or whatever the hell it was, with Chris hadn't gone as he planned. Yeah he didn't envision, them breaking Chris out and escaping out of Oz and getting married (okay so maybe he did, but not at the moment), but he didn't envision their short conversation getting interrupted by Howell. Toby pushed the mail cart back in the mail room, and looked a little puzzled that Shillenger wasn't in the mail room but then it hit him. He's probably giving Guenzel the prag welcome, Toby thought to himself with sudden remorse. God what had he done? Toby ran his hand over his face, as all of his thoughts of Chris disappeared and thoughts of what he did to Guenzel hit him full on. Toby thought about how Guenzel had attacked him, mistreated him, humilated him in front of his biker friends, how all Toby had wanted to do was help protect Guenzel and Guenzel had been an asshole to him. But did that still justify just handing him over to Vern, when Toby knew exactly what was going to happen? Was there any justification in his coldness and eagerness to just hand over Guenzel to see Chris? What the fuck was justification anyhow? Now here Toby was trying to justify there being justification in Oz, in this world, god even in worlds before this one.

"Thought you were visiting your loverboy." Robson said, coming into the mail room, he grabbed a handful of mail and started to read it, with an amused look in his eyes. He glanced up at Toby and smirked at him, remembering a time back when Toby had been a defenseless little prag. Now those were the days, Robson thought to himself. Too bad they had to end, Robson mused.

"I already did." Toby said, shifting nervously.

"Ah." Robson said, not saying anything else.

Toby sufficed a sigh and walked out of the mail room, trying to get his mind off of Guenzel and what could be happening to him.

***

"You're not working for the Sister anymore?" Catherine asked, as her and Beecher sat in the library, which at the moment was only occupied by the two of them. "Sister Pete tells me you quit, and you were transferred to the mail room?" Catherine questioned.

Toby sighed, nodding. "Yeah, I'm working in the mail room now."

"Isn't that where Vern Shillenger works?" Catherine asked, putting a yellow manilla enevelope down on one of the tables.

"Yes."

Catherine's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "I don't understand Toby. Why would you want to leave a perfectly well job you have been working for the past five years, to work in the mail room with a man you hate?" Catherine asked, determined to find out what the hell was going on with Toby. "Does this have anything to do with Chris Keller?" Catherine suddenly asked.

Toby straightened his body up. "Why would you ask that?"

"Keller is in solitary, you can't get in, unless you work in the mail room..." Catherine droned on.

"That's not why I asked to be transferred to the mail room. I've been working the same job for five years, I needed change."

"It's not like you." Catherine pointed out.

"Catherine." Toby said, not bothering to go on.

Catherine sighed. "I've been doing some research on Chris's case." Catherine replied, opening up the manilla envelope.

Toby leaned over the wooden table. "Yeah?" Toby asked, semi-fauxing interest. He was definitely interested in Chris's case, but his mind was still on Guenzel. How he had sworn to protect him and then in the end just gave him up like an old toy.

"The court is insistent on giving Chris the death penalty, but if I can somehow ... in some way, find an accomplice to this, maybe a partner, a running buddy that did the deed or knows something about it; I might just be able to deter this whole case around."

It was Toby's turn for his eyebrows to crinkle in somewhat confusion. "Chris says he didn't do it." Toby insisted, even though he knew deep down Chris did do it, but Toby would never breathe a word about that to anyone. "Why try to find a running buddy, if Chris is innocent of the murder of Bryce Tibbetts?" Toby asked, his old lawyer self shining a tiny bit.

"I don't think you believe that Chris is totally innocent Toby, I don't either, but I am going to get him off. If we could just find the second guy in this, I might be able to lessen the sentence, turn it to life in here." Catherine said, tapping her fingers.

Toby looked off a bit deep in his thoughts; So I just have to find a guy to pin this on ... Toby mused.

***

Toby walked into the computer room briskly, and sat down in front of one of the computers in the farthest corner and got relaxed in the seat. From his earlier conversation with Catherine, it was very simple what he had to do. He had to find one of Chris's running buddies that were there during the killing of Tibbetts, or hell any other murder. Too bad Balrog is dead, Toby mused to himself as he went to www.google.com and began searching for articles on Chris Keller, he sure there had to be something. Toby scanned through the articles, stopped briefly on one where it said he had ordered the hit on a Hank Shillenger, Toby felt a little pinch of guilt on that one. Then Toby found another article that told about Chris being cleared of that case, once the "real" perp, as they put it, had confessed and was put in protective custody. Toby sighed, and stopped at an article of a "Mikey Miller", which also had Chris's name in there. Toby read the article and found what he might be looking for. He printed out the article, and headed straight for the mail room, in hopes he could get to Chris, to find out about this "Mikey Miller" guy, without Howell around.

***



"Mail." Toby said, looking at Peterson, with a less nervous stare.

"You know the drill, go on ahead." Peterson said, waving a dismissive hand and going back to the magazine he was reading.

Toby nodded and walked briskly down solitary and straight to where Chris's cell was, he leaned against the bars and stared at Chris who was reading some magazine. "Chris." Toby said, his voice oddly in a soft and calm tone, unlike how he felt.

Chris looked up and smiled. Chris dropped the magazine, rolled off of the bed and walked up to his side of the cell and smiled once more at Toby. "Didn't think I would see you so soon, got anymore 'mail' for me?" Chris asked, smirking.

Toby wanted to touch Chris right now, but he was in a hurry, he wanted to get this done without getting caught, because he did, he just might as well forget in ever being allowed to deliever mail in solitary again. "I talked to Catherine about your case earlier." Toby said, frowning when he saw the disappointment in Chris's eyes. "She said if she could find a running buddy in Tibbett's murder, she could maybe lessen your sentence, get you life." Toby explained, touching Chris's hand.

Chris looked down at Toby's hand, suddenly more frustrated that they were seperated by this damn cell, he then frowned. "A running buddy?" Chris asked. "Toby, I told her that I didn't kill Tibbetts, why would I need someone to pin the murder on if I didn't do shit huh?" Chris asked, his eyes holding a pissed off look in them. "Won't that make me look like I'm the fucking killer?"

"Calm down." Toby said, shaking his head. "If we can find someone, a running buddy or someone who was at the murder and we somehow pin the murder on him, then you won't be the killer. Just like on the hit on Hank. Then you would have to finish your prior sentences here in Oz, out of solitary, most likely back in Em City. This is just the break we're looking for, I got a lead."

"Heh, you sound like a cop, who is it?" Chris asked.

Toby looked around and handed Chris the articles.

Chris looked at the printed papers, reading the words on them, Chris suddenly frowned. "Mikey? You want to pin this on him?"

"Was he there?" Toby asked.

"Yeah." Chris answered.

"Would he confess for the murders?" Toby asked another question.

Chris shook his head. "In a way I guess. It would take a lot of magic fingers and a few more discreet things."

"We can pin it on him." Toby said.

Chris looked at Toby a bit unsure, but then he nodded, anything to get out of this hell, Chris mused to himself. "Do it."


***

"Morales, I need to talk to you." Toby said, waiting for Morales to give him the okay to come in.

"Make it good Beecher." Morales said, waving Toby in.

Toby threw an envelope at Morales. "I want that man sent to Oz, I don't care how it happens, I want it done. If you want more money, I can get it done, I just don't want it traced back to me." Toby said, crossing his arms across his chest.

Morales looked at the information of one "Mikey Miller" and then at the money Toby had put in the enevelope. "It's done."

Toby nodded and the two shook hands.

***

Toby cracked his back as he made his way into the gym, everything was set. Soon Mikey Miller should be set up for some crime and sent to Oz, and then from that, Toby would find a way to pin the Tibbetts murder on Mikey, yeah everything was planned and now Toby was in need for a workout, despite he was already sore from all this work he was doing. Toby went to go over to the weights, but stopped when he saw someone in the corner of the gym. Toby's eyes glistened over in softness and remorse as he saw that the body of the person cowering in the corner, naked, with cuts and bruises all over him was Adam Guenzel. Toby walked closer, knelt down and even tried to touch the bruised and probably no doubt raped young man, but Guenzel shied away from him, curled in a ball and from what Toby could assume, was crying, or a deep whimpering. Toby looked around the gym and let out a soft sigh. God damn, what the hell have I done? Toby thought as he just stood there staring at Guenzel softly.