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 - Beecher and Keller talked, but were interrupted by Howell. Catherine and Beecher talked about Keller's case. Beecher came up with the plan of getting the 'acomplice' to pin the Tibbetts murder on. Beecher feels remorse for what he did to Guenzel, handing him over to Shillenger the way he did. Beecher and Morales work together. Beecher finds Guenzel in the gym.
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A Plan Of Action
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Ryan O'Reily stared down at the prison cafeteria food with disinterest as he piled the trays on the cart; He threw off his kitchen cap or whatever they called it, even though he knew he was going to get shit about it later. He hated the way it looked, plus his head needed to breathe, plus it wasn't like the solitary guys were going to care if he wore a hat, just as long as they got their food. O'Reily snorted and began pushed the cart out of Em City and towards solitary, once he got to the entry-way of solitary, he gave a tip of his 'imaginary' hat to Peterson. "Here to feed the animals." O'Reily said, smirking as Peterson laughed at the joke.
"Go on O'Reily, yo how is your brother doing?" Peterson asked.
O'Reily sighed, at the subject of his brother. "You know, still in court and shit." O'Reily said, wheeling the cart full of food past Peterson. He shook his head and slowly began giving the food to the prisoners trapped in their little cells, he made sure to make a smart ass comment to each of them, very confident how funny he really was, even though they couldn't see it. Morons, O'Reily thought to himself. O'Reily smirked, he looked over at the silver cart and noticed he had one more lunch to serve and then he could actually eat his own lunch; Thank the lord for little favors, O'Reily mused to himsef, as he stood in front of the last cell.
"Well, if it isn't Ryan O'Reily, how are ya doing?" Chris asked, jumping up from the cell bed.
O'Reily looked at Chris and smirked, quirking up an eyebrow. "Well hey there, K-Boy." O'Reily said, handing Chris his lunch, then O'Reily leaned against the bars. "How's life behind bars treating you?" O'Reily asked, snorting, as he flicked his fingers against the cold bars of the cell, listening to the weird sound it made. "I would say we missed you in Em City, but hell we didn't."
"Fuck you." Chris said, eating his lunch.
"Heh." O'Reily merely said, shifting his weight. "Hey you and Howell do the ... " O'Reily wriggled his eyebrows. "Yet?"
"Fuck no, she's tryin' though." Chris said. "Speaking of which ... " Chris droned on, suggestively.
"Uh, what is it?" O'Reily asked. "'Cause I ain't like that K-Boy." O'Reily said, grinning.
"No, you dumb ass. I'm talking about Howell, I've been thinking ... "
"Which is always nice." O'Reily snapped.
Chris turned his back to O'Reily and put the tray of food on his cell bed, he then turned back to O'Reily and shot him an annoyed look. "Will you let me get a damn sentence out, you big mouth? I'm trying to say something, and you keep inter---"
"I'm what?" O'Reily said, purposely interrupting Chris. "Spit it out K-Boy, I don't have all day here." O'Reily said, smirking.
"Oh just shut the hell up." Chris snapped, getting annoyed easily. "Like I was saying, before you kept annoying me by opening your mouth every second, I've been thinking about Howell, she's been around for too long. She keeps fucking with us, and right now I'm up to here with her and all the shit she does, aren't you?" Chris asked, leaning up against the bars, looking at O'Reily.
"You know I am." O'Reily answered. "What's the plan K-Boy?"
"We get rid of her, but you know I can't do shit, while I'm inside this damn shit hole." Chris said, sighing.
"Considered it done." O'Reily said, sauntering away. "I'll see you later K-Boy, have a good lunch." O'Reily said, disappearing.
Chris watched O'Reily walk off in his classic 'Ryan O'Reily' walk, once O'Reily seemed to be out of solitary, this was when Chris went back to his lunch. He ate his lunch with a grin on his face. Chris knew he could count on O'Reily to get the deed done. When O'Reily wanted to get something done, he got it done. Like O'Reily himself said, he was the lord of the fucking dance, he had moves. And despite if you hated O'Reily with a passion, everyone knew this, even damn Vern Shillenger knew this. Chris relaxed against the wall of the cell as he ate his lunch, and thought about the demise of Claire Howell. A great day in Oz is happening today.
***
Toby sat at a cafeteria table alone, staring sadly at the table full of Aryans and their prags, Toby's eyes narrowed at Guenzel who was sitting next to Shillenger as they all ate. Guenzel was dressed up as a girl, Toby took a bite of his bread, although not very hungry, just staring at Guenzel made Toby remember his time as a prag, when he had to dress up like that, feel that embarassment. Toby dropped his bread with a sad sigh, there was nothing Toby could do was stare at the damage he had created and let it eat him up inside. Guenzel was officially a prag and it was all his fault, a prisoner of his own emotions had killed someone else's.
Kareem Said walked along with his group of following Muslims, he only stopped when he saw his friend Tobias Beecher eating at the table they had stopped at, all alone, sadly looking forward towards the Aryan table. Said looked over at the table and his eyes narrowed in confusion, could that possibly be Adam Guenzel? The friend Toby had asked him to help? Said frowned, he turned to his friends and motioned for them to continue on, that he would be busy. They knew the routine, he was going to talk to Beecher, they nodded and walked off. Once they were out of sight, Said put his food down and took a seat down next to Toby.
Toby looked up and to the side where Said sat, he just nodded briefly at Said, and then went back to staring at the table.
"Well, sadly, it seems that Shillenger got your friend anyways." Said said, shooting a sympathetized glance at Toby.
"Yeah," Toby said, taking a bite of his corn, his eyes still holding a very remorseful look. "And it's all my fault." Toby finished.
"How so?" Said asked, his full attention on Toby, wanting to desperately understand what Toby meant by his last statement. Said felt as if him and Toby hadn't talked like they used to, and he felt himself reaching out for his friend, what was wrong? What had gone wrong? What had Said missed? He suddenly felt remorse for not talking to Toby sooner, even though they talked every week in a counseling session with Vern Shillenger and Sister Peter Marie as the therapist, as she called herself. "Tobias?"
"I handed Guenzel over to Shillenger." Toby explained.
Said's eyes widened at Toby's last words. A part of him wanted to believe he didn't hear Toby right, but by the look on Toby's face, he knew he heard right, and now something was rumbling in the pit of his stomach. "Why?" Said asked, overcome with curosity.
"In handing Guenzel over to Shillenger, he agreed to set up a meeting between Keller and I." Toby answered flatly.
Said's shook his head angrily. "You handed a boy, a boy you wanted me to help protect only a few weeks ago to Shillenger, just so you could meet up with Keller? You let your desires get the better out of you, and now look at who has to suffer." Said spat out.
"I
saw him in the gym the other day, I can't get it out of my head. The way
he looked so small is branded into my thoughts. I know what I did was wrong,
and the shittiest thing, is that only a part of me is sorry. A part of
me is actually happy, because I got to see
Chris. I know what you think of this Said, you say sodomy is wrong, and
I know it. A huge part of me knows what I feel is wrong, it's a sin, that
it's a sin in God's eyes, and I wish ... god I wish I could stop feeling
the way I do, but I can't. And it's killing me inside. It's killing me
inside because I know that I love him, love him with everything inside
of me, and he could do anything to me and I would love him. I can't even
remember how it was to be in love with Genieve, and that is what stings
the most. Because I'm so in love with Chris, that loving him is all I'm
capable and it's the best thing I do. And god damn it, it's a sin, I'm
unworthy of God's love. Allah's love. And you ... I'm unworthy of your
friendship, because I am a disappointment in your eyes as well." Toby ranted.
Said's eyes seemed to soften. "You are my friend."
"Your gay friend." Toby spat out with venom.
"My friend nonetheless, I do not approve of this thing you have with Chris, I worry about you. I've watched you change so many times in the past five years you have been here, and I have found an odd addiction to you. Maybe I should be saying this stuff to myself huh? Ariff and the rest of the Muslims say you do not belong, and yet I stand up for you whenever I can." Said replied.
"I've destroyed Guenzel." Toby said, turning away from Said and looking back over at the table. "He'll never be the same."
And sadly, Said had no idea what to say to this, so he just sat there by his friend, as they ate their lunch in silence.
***
Claire Howell zipped up her denim jacket as she waited for the elevator to ding up to her floor so he could get in and go get some lunch, she was fucking starving. She let out a sigh, knowing it was probably broken, but didn't want to take the stairs. She was about to go towards the stairs but stopped abruptly, when she heard footsteps. "Who's there?" Howell shouted out. She looked around the hall way, she could hear that the footsteps were getting closer. "Come the fuck out, I'm not playing here."
"Language, language." O'Reily said, emerging from behind the corner, he leaned against the frame of the concrete wall and smiled teasingly at Howell as he shook his finger first to the right then to the left in a slow motion. "How are you doing Claire?" O'Reily asked, his hips somewhat swaying back and forth in a seducing motion as he stared into the urbs of Howell's eyes, he flashed her a quick smile as she watched her catch her breath. "Didn't scare you, did I? I thought you were big and bad Claire."
"Fuck you." Howell spat out. "What the hell are you doing wandering around here like that? Don't you have lunch duty?" She asked, air brushing her hair back, she watched the way O'Reily moved, god damn that man has a seductive air to him, Howell mused.
"Looking for you." O'Reily said, pushing himself off of the wall with his left foot and walking towards Howell.
"Yeah?" Howell asked, raising up an eyebrow. "Well what can I do for you?" She asked.
"Heh." O'Reily snorted, laughing a little bit.
"What's so damn funny?" Howell asked, her defense coming up.
"No, nothing." O'Reily said, shaking a dismissive hand as he walked closer to her. "Just remembering what you used to do for me. Brings a little smile to my face." O'Reily said, circling around Howell slowly. "Heard you might be moving onto K-Boy."
"Maybe. What, you jealous?" Howell said, snorting loudly.
"Maybe." O'Reily said, looking at the elevator for a few seconds before going back to staring at Howell. "I just might be jealous." O'Reily said, running his finger gently across Howell's denim jacket. "Nice jacket." O'Reily hissed in Howell's ear.
"Yeah?" Howell said, smirking.
"Uh huh." O'Reily said, running a few more fingers over it. "Take it off." O'Reily commanded.
"What?" Howell asked a little surprised, but nonetheless and handed it to O'Reily. "What the hell did you want with my jacket?"
"Didn't want to get any blood on it." O'Reily mused; he touched the jacket delicately, liking the way it felt underneath his fingers. Reminded him of a jacket Cyril used to wear when he was little. O'Reily shook his head at the thought and threw the jacket neatly in the corner and turned back to Howell, he smirked at her. "Beautiful jacket, too pretty to be all messed up."
"What the fuck do you mean?" Howell asked, trying to grab her gun from her holster, but groaned when she remember she had it fastened to her jacket, which was crumpled in the corner by O'Reily. "Enough of your damn bullshit O'Reily." Howell hissed.
O'Reily grinned, shaking his head. "Bullshit." O'Reily said, still grinning. O'Reily reached in his pocket and put on the pair of black leather gloves. "I would put it the other way. Seems someone from solitary is very fond of you, told me to give you a gift." O'Reily said, scratching his chin amused. "You know, I'm not usually up for the whole killing chicks thing, but desperate times calls for desperate measures, if you know what I mean Claire. It's only fair to let you know, that Chris Keller says hope you have a good time. Guessed K-Boy really didn't like you messing with him. What K-Boy wants, K-Boy gets, plus I've wanted to see you dead for a long time sweetheart. It's not over until I say it's over, heh, remember saying that to me Claire?" O'Reily asked, grinning.
Howell went to say something, but hearing the elevator door open with a ding made her grin, she went to run in, but noticed that the elevator seemed to be stuck because it didn't come out. "Fuck." She hissed, when she turned around O'Reily was just inches before her. "Okay, you've had your fun asshole, if you quit this now, I won't have you sent to solitary for the rest of your life."
In one quick motion O'Reily had Howell by the cuff of her shirt. "I don't think you'll do that. It's not over until I say it is." O'Reily said, bending her over slightly, she began to squirm which made O'Reily grin. "It's over." With that said, O'Reily let go of Howell's shirt and pushed her down the elevator shaft; O'Reily watched her land on top of the elevator with a loud scream, he could see that she was moving. He shook his head, he reached inside the elevator and pushed the hault button off and with that the elevator jerked to life and began come up towards the top floor quickly. "Ding dong the witch is dead." O'Reily sang as Howell's screams deceased.
***
"It's done." O'Reily said, leaning against the bars of Chris's cell. "She's out of the picture."
Chris grinned.
***
Sister Peter Marie sat in her chair, staring at the three people she was currently counseling at the moment, in their weekly group session: Tobias Beecher, Kareem Said and Vern Shillenger. She stared at them dubiously, as she waited for one of them to say anything, yet all three men did was sit in their own chairs. Toby and Said's close to each others, and Vern's a way offs but not too far. Her chair stood sort of in the middle, but a little out of the middle. She kept staring in between the three of them. She sighed heavily, she tapped her foot impatiently. "I talked with Adam Guenzel today." Sister Pete said, she quirked up an eyebrow, when this seemed to peak some sort of interest in all three men. I don't know what in the world is going on, but I want to know a little kernal of truth. What in the world is going on with him? He seems distant, closed off." Sister Pete droned on.
Shillenger merely shrugged.
Toby bit on his lip and followed in Shillenger's shrug.
Said did nothing, but sit in his chair, and kept stealing glances at Toby.
"That's a damn lie!" Sister Pete hollored. "I want to know what is going on, and I know you guys know. And if you three have any decency, you'll tell me right here, right now. Do any of you know what's going on? Vern?" Sister Pete asked, looking at him.
"I don't know anything." Vern said, shaking it off.
"Tobias?" Sister Pete asked looking at Toby hopefully.
Toby choked for a moment, but then shook his head. "I have no idea what is going on."
This seemed to agitate Sister Pete even more but then she turned to her last resort, the one person she knew wouldn't lie to her about this, hopefully. "Said?" She asked, continuing to stare at him, his silence giving her a bit of hope, in finding the truth.
Toby looked over at Said quickly, trying to anticipate his friend's next move, but he had no idea what he was going to do.
"Said?" Sister Pete repeated.
Said kept a straight face, his eyes narrowed, he briefly looked over at Toby, which seemed to go unnoticed by Sister Pete. Said's lips were pursed together in a tight form, his body straight, as he let his thoughts run wild in his head where no one else could find them. He finally stared at Sister Pete full on, and knew what he would say. "No." He simply said. Not showing a face of remorse or anything. He knew it was wrong to lie about this, but there was no way, he would breathe a word about this, for Toby's sake.
"I'm sick of being in a room with you three!" Sister Pete screamed, pushing herself up. "I will find out what happened. I will question Guenzel over and over until I find out what happened, and once I do, there will be hell to pay for!" Sister Pete hollored as she stomped out of the office, slamming the door behind her, finding herself more angry than she had been in a long time.
Toby, Vern, and Said all just sat in the chairs, not saying a word.
***
"Prag!" Vern screamed at Guenzel, ordering him over.
Guenzel ran over to where Shillenger was and looked at him curiously but also fearfully. "Yes sir?" Guenzel answered.
"It's your lucky day, we're going to help you escape." Vern said, smiling.
"You're what?" Guenzel asked a bit shocked.
"You heard me. We'll get you out to the yard, and then all you have to do is jump the gate, it's barbed wired, but it's nothing you can't handle and you're home free." Vern said smiling nicely, but behind that smile, held a very devious smile, a very evil one.
***
Toby sat at the cafeteria table, going over a few loose ends on the whole 'acomplice' thing as he tried to get his mind off of Chris and Guenzel, Toby looked up when he saw McManus whisking over to him, with a weird look on his face. Suddenly something inside of Toby clenched up, muscles tightening. Something was wrong, Toby could see it, Toby bit on his lip dubiously.
"Beecher ... " McManus started, once he made his way over to Toby.
"Yeah?" Toby asked.
"Adam Guenzel is dead." McManus said sadly.
"Wha -- what?" Toby asked, truly shocked.
"Seems he was trying to escape, he got as far as the gates, he tried to hop the barbwire, I assume he didn't know that the gate was an electric fence, he ... " McManus trailed off, taking in the sad face of Tobias Beecher, he didn't know what to say.
"He was electrified to death." Toby finished for McManus.
"I'm so sorry." McManus said, walking off sadly.
Toby shook his head and looked up and froze when he saw Said staring at him from where the pods were, up the stairs.
Dead, Toby thought while he continued to stare at Said.
***
Back at Unit B, all the Aryans were laughing, imitating how Guenzel died; Vern Shillenger let out a hearty laugh.
***
Officer Jean Claude stood at the arrival/leaving section of Oswald Penitary, as she read the newest prisoner and to Em City his rights, about what goes on in Oz and what doesn't go in on Oz. "Welcome to Oz, Miller." She said, just saying his last name. His full name would be Michael Peter Miller, but in Oz, you mostly went by your last name, that was how you did it everywhere.
Mikey
Miller just stared at the opening of Em City, and grumbled.