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.
RECENTLY - McManus mourns over the death of Claire Howell. Thoughts of Guenzel's death from Sister Pete, Beecher, and Said occur. Beecher and Keller seem to have some sort of reunion, and Catherine watches in the background.
NOTE - Yes a bit short, way shorter than my usual chapters, but it fits everything in that is needed.
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A Plan Of Action
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Catherine watched in the background, not so surprised, but a part of her felt shock, maybe betrayal, maybe a little of heartache in there. But looking at those two, Toby on the outside of the the cell and Chris on the inside, they looked like some forbidden couple or something like that. Yeah, like those couples in the books, that she never spent time in believing in. Love in the darkest of places. That was what she saw when she looked at the two of them, oblivious to the rest of the world. Oblivious to the fact that she was standing there and watching them. Or at least she thought so, but a quick turn of Chris's head and his eyes landing on her for a few seconds before going back to Toby was not something in her imagination. He had looked straight at her, and for what? To show her that he had been right along? That Toby had always truly loved Chris all along? And with sudden realization, she became curious. What did this Chris guy have? Catherine particuarly found herself attractive, down to her hair to her petite figure. And she thought Toby had *loved* her, but was it love at all? Was it just simple want or need? Because he was without the person he truly loved and she had been the cookie cut, perfect, idealistic image of what he was supposed to love? Was that it? No attraction? Just the need of affection, to know that he could still be loved, even if Chris Keller left him or pushed him away? Could that possibly be it. Or was it really possible to love two people and that was Toby was doing? Loving her and Chris at the same time?
She was being illogical, this much she knew. But the reality really didn't live up to her expectations. She wanted the picnic, perfect family portrait life and with Tobias Beecher that seemed possible. He was perfect, despite his past relations in Oz, he was the perfect guy. Now she was striked with curosity once more. She had always thought Beecher was the blue collared looking guy, the sort of guy you would *love* to bring home to your parents and they would in return love him back, but was that all she liked about Toby? Was there that long aching looks she was seeing between Toby and Chris? Did she know his every little whimper or look? Could she read him like an open book if the time would come that she had to? Could she love his two remaining children as her own? Could she ever understand the pain he has been through? She wasn't sure. No, she was sure ... she couldn't.
As Catherine held onto the thick yellow envelope, her grasp on the envelope, making the paper crumple up a bit, when she realized she was doing so, she lightened her grasp. Why was she here? Oh yes, updates on Chris's case. Weird thing really, the case had turned itself upside down on all it's own. But how could she speak, after realizing this? Especially, since Chris was just expecting her to do something, by the way he had purposely glanced at her real quick, as if to say "nanana", how lucky he should be that Toby still had no idea that his "girlfriend" was watching this ... what was it? A reunion? Yes reunion. Could she just glide over there and act like it was nothing seeing her boyfriend making ga-ga eyes at his boyfriend who was in solitary, (well actually proctective custody, hence the name 'PC' but to others it was solitary) awaiting the trial of murdering Bryce Tibbetts who all three of them knew he did it, but she was nonetheless getting him or at least trying to get him out of? Oh yeah she could. Easy, right?
Piece of symbolical cake, Catherine mused, as she walked over to where Toby and Chris were seemingly talking, they couldn't be kissing, since well there were bars in the way. Catherine's high heel shoes made a loud clicking sound before she finally stopped besides Toby. "Ahem," she coughed, clearing her throat. "Sorry to interrupt, but important news." Catherine snapped.
In hearing Catherine's voice, Toby seemed to freeze up, he pulled away from the bars and stared at Catherine, everything inside of him feeling as if it had just gotten frostbite or something terminally frozen. He felt like stone, like Medusa herself had turned him to stone. Or maybe some guy who could not speak, because right now he couldn't even come up with an explanation to Catherine. "What is it?" seemed to be the only thing that could come out of Toby's mouth, now he felt like a bastard. "Catherine ... "
Catherine brought her hand up. "I think Chris might want to hear this." Catherine cut off Toby's half-assed attempt to explain this whole situation. "You just might find this interesting," Catherine stopped briefly, staring at both Toby and Chris looking at her interested and silent. "It seems that Chris, your case had taken an unexpected turn. An eyewitness on the night of the murder of Bryce Tibbetts has your whereabouts pinned down, where you guys were, what you were doing, even a group full of guys you were hanging out. He also names the *real* yet convicted felon we are looking for." Catherine said professionally.
Toby looked at Chris, a little surprised.
Chris somehow managed to act like he was expecting the news that he wasn't the *real* guy in this whole case, but in reality, there was something definitely shocking about this. "Well who was the key eyewitness or whatever you call him?" Chris asked.
"Two of them actually. Your brothers Angelo and Dominic Keller. They also name a one "Mikey Miller" as the killer, which I'm informed that Mr. Miller is here in Oswald. Like I said, your case completely took an unexpected turn." Catherine announced.
"Not that I'm not happy," Chris started, he then paused for a few seconds to look over at Toby who seemed perplexed by this whole thing, Chris shook his head and turned back to Catherine. "and not that I'm *not* innocent, but what ... damn it ... Toby, what's that word I'm looking for? Jesus, you know the word, what is it?" Chris asked, looking at Toby for help.
"Hardcore evidence." Toby said.
"Yeah." Chris said, nodding to what Toby said. "What is the hardcore evidence you have that Mikey is the killer and I'm not?" Chris asked. "So yeah, you got my brothers saying I was with them, and I was with them, but what else do you have?"
Toby nodded. "If I may interject here, I agree with Chris. Without definite hardcore evidence, you have nothing in court."
"I do have hardcore evidence." Catherine said, a bit pissy at the way they seemed to fit each other perfectly, down to the point they were finishing each other sentences and being all cutesy. Ugh, Catherine thought. "We have a confessor."
This made Toby look even more shocked.
"Who?" Chris asked.
"Your brother Dominic." Catherine stated, not missing the look in Chris's eyes. Pure shock.
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"Catherine!" Toby screamed, running after Catherine. "Let me explain about earlier, what you saw ... "
"I don't think you want to explain it." Catherine interjected, her eyes holding a serious look in them. "Because all that needed to be said or explained was shown in a moment which I was obviously not supposed to see, but did. But in all reality, let's see where this conversation is going to lead us. You are going to try to find some half logical, good sounding explaination of what that was. No you guys weren't staring at each other like you two were the only one alive in this universe, no that wasn't what I saw at all."
Toby sighed softly. "Catherine just wait, let me say ... "
"Chris's hearing is this week, after that, it's you two, no complication. With this turn, you know with Dominic confessing to the murder of Bryce Tibbetts and Dominic also pulling Mikey Miller down for the fall, Chris has a huge chance at winning life in Oswald. So all in all, after this week, it's just have a good life Toby." Catherine said, walking off before Toby could interject.
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Toby laid on his bunk in his pod, he looked outside of the glass surface of the pod and stared at his mission for the moment. Until Chris's hearing, Toby had deciced to do everything he could do to find out about and keep marks on what Mikey, as he liked to be called instead of Miller, was doing around here in Oz. Toby made a crunching sound with his jaw, as he watched Mikey straddling one of the chairs, watching some stupid educational television show that McManus was making all of them watch. Toby pulled his eyes down to a book pretending he was reading something, when Mikey caught him staring. Toby groaned, as he watched out of the corner of his eyes, as Mikey descend towards the stairs and closer to his pod, shit ... Toby mused.
Two knocks on the pod door, before Mikey finally let himself in. "You're Beecher right?" Mikey asked.
"Yeah." Toby said, sitting up in his bunk. "How can I help you?" Toby asked.
"I would ask you the same thing, you've been staring at me, like massively." Mikey said, flashing a quick grin.
Oh yeah, this is definitely one of Chris's running buddies, Toby thought to himself. "Oh sorry, I just watch. Not you particularly, just all sorts of people, thinking of things, of places I used to go to, I guess I just blank out and end up staring at someone."
"Uh huh." Mikey said, leaning against the sink in the pod.
"I wasn't staring." Toby insisted.
"I was set up." Mikey said out of nowhere.
"What?" Toby asked, confused at the change of a subject.
"I was set up, I'm not supposed to be here, or in any sort of prison. Someone set me up, framed, I don't know why though. But I'm going to find out, and hey you're popular around here right?" Mikey asked. "Because I'm thinking, you can help me."
"Sure." Toby said, not really up on the option in buddying it up with a guy he was intent on convicting of a crime, but as long as they were "buddies", Mikey wouldn't be too much of a problem. "Of course I can help you, I know a lot of guys here."
"Cool, man. So yeah Mikey Miller." Mikey said, putting his hand out.
"Tobias
Beecher." Toby said, shaking Mikey's hand.