Family Issues

Chapter 2: Family business

T-bag slowly made his way back over to P.I with a C.O, mulling over this new information, a daughter, what was he supposed to do about this. He conceded killing her when he got out, or he could use her for help at staying hidden and well out of the law's way. Deciding to think it over another time T-bag re-entered the C.O's break room. Everyone looked at him, wanting to no who'd visited him.

"Anything of interest we should no about." Michael asked in his usual guarded tone.

"Just some family business, pretty. Nothing to worry your pretty lil' head over." T-bag gave Michael a flashing, dirty smile which he ignored. "So grab a shovel and get digging."

"And what sort of 'family business' of your's is this?" John asked, not trusting T-bag in the slightest.

T-bag turned to the other con and glared. "Now do I go round sticking my nose in your business, Abruzzi?" John didn't replay, just turned away with a grunt of annoyance. "Didn't think so."

C-Note climbed out of the hole and gave T-bag the shovel without a word to him, snatching the shovel out of his hands T-bag jumped down into the hole which was now waist deep and carried on the digging, everyone else got to work on the room.

"How much longer until we hit the pipe Michael?" Lincoln asked his brother who was working next to him.

Michael answered, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. "It's only another 18 inches, as we've only got," he checked his watch, "10 minutes until P.I is finished…We'll be through by tomorrow."

"Oh, hear I come Maricruz." Fernando grinned, unable to stop the happiness in his voice.

T-bag rolled his eyes at the sappy love puppy. "I heard that you have a little bundle of joy on the way, er." T-bag grinned. "You no how much I just love little kid's."

"Cierre el infierno arriba pervertido!" Fernando yelled, disgusted and mad as hell, he made his way over to the Southerner threateningly. "You'll never get near my child!"

"Oh but your not the only one with children." T-bag grinned towards John, C-Note and Lincoln as Michael held Fernando back. "I just love to hear their little screams as they call in terror for their mothers. Um um, delicious."

"You sick perverted bastered." Lincoln growled.

"Leave it!" Michael snapped as all of the fathers in the room advanced towards T-bag, they stopped unwillingly, still glaring at the grinning T-bag. "John, go outside and see if anyone's coming." Michael then turned back to T-bag, with a question that had been bugging him for awhile. "What about you?" Michael asked in interest, "Do you have any children?"

The smile instantly vanished from T-bags face. "I don't know, could have some little rugrats runnin' 'round somewhere." He said, thinking of Chloe. It made him wonder if he had any more. 'God I hope not.' He thought, he wouldn't be able to cope with them all. 'Especially if their all like that stuck up Chloe.' He thought with an aggravated grunt. "What's with the sudden interest in my life then, pretty?"

"Well you seem so fascinated with everyone else's." Michael said, still with the guarded tone he seemed to use with everyone except his brother.

Before T-bag could reply the door opened and John stepped through. "Bellick." T-bag climbed out and the hole was covered immediately. They all took up certain positions. "Put that over there with the cement." John ordered as Captain Bellick came in.

"O.K inmates, P.I's over. Get back to your cells!"

Back in the A wing T-bag watched Michael from his cell, he licked his lips slightly. "Don't think I've forgotten about my little promise, pretty. You're a dead man, as soon as we get over that wall…And I no just who can help" T-bag spoke quietly to himself. At times it really is handy having kid's.