Divas Prison Ch41

"About what I expected." Jericho said to his partner as they pulled up outside a very modest house. Nothing about it really stood out.

"What do you mean?" Wight responded.

"Well, you can see why she did it. Average life, average town, average job. The opportunity to make some big money comes knocking at your door, it can be very hard to turn down."

"I thought doctors made good money, more than us, that's for sure."

"Yeah, in a hospital. She's working in a prison. I wonder how that happened, I bet she couldn't get a job anywhere else, blacklisted or something. Another reason she took the money."

"But we met her Chris, she really doesn't seem like the type."

"Paul, you heard the phone call. Yes it was anonymous, but that just means it was someone she knows. And the lead paid off, the money, the plans, the emails. The only thing she didn't do right was cover her tracks. Now she's going away for a long time, and I'm going to get her to tell us where Banks is, and McMahon is behind it all. This is our key to blowing this case wide open, now where the are the local PD?"

"Right here" Wight pointed to a car coming around the corner, passing and parking in front of them.

"Good, let's get this over with." The two FBI agents got out of the car, greeted the police officers, and the four of them approached the house and knocked at the door.

Bayley was home, having been granted a sabbatical at medical advice to mentally and physically recover from the ordeal she went through when the four escaped. At the moment she heard the knock she was simply drinking coffee and watching Ellen on tv. The knock was so hard and loud it made her jump. She quickly responded and opened the door.

"Agent Jericho, what a surprise. Please come in, can I get anyone coffee?" The four walked in and the closed the door. Wight immediately began to look around while Jericho addressed her directly.

"This is not a social call, Dr. Martinez. The game is over. You are under arrest." One of the officers went to take Bayley's hand but she pulled it back out of instinct.

"You're arresting me? For what? I haven't done anything wrong." This time both officers took her arms, holding them in place while they put handcuffs on her. This time Bayley made no attempt to resist them as they did but looked Jericho in the face, as she waited for her answer.

"I'm arresting you for assisting offenders escape custody."

"What? No, I didn't! I know I gave Sasha the safe code, I told you that before. I had to do it, they assaulted me, assaulted my patients and they were going to kill Vickie if I didn't do what they wanted. I have told you everything, and you said that I wasn't going to be in any trouble, that it was an impossible situation." Bayley looked terrified as the officers held her in place, but none of them cared.

"Except you failed to mention a few things didn't you. There's no point in acting innocent. You're going to be escorted and booked into the local jail. I will be along to talk to you soon, and I suggest you decide to tell me everything for real this time. Get her out of here." Jericho directed the last sentence to the officers. The took an arm each and led Bayley out the front door and towards their patrol car. She was unable to believe that this was happening to her. She looked up and saw that some of her neighbours were out in their yards and so had front row viewing of this humiliation. Even though she was innocent, she knew that all they would talk about was how the police had just shown up and taken her away. It could be harder to convince the neighbours than the authorities, but Bayley could care less what the neighbours say. She'd spent way too long working with convicts to be naive. The amount of women she'd helped who told her they didn't do it, at least a couple of them have to have been telling the truth right? And yet they were still doing time, some doing life. She realised she was in trouble, a lot of trouble. She had given them the safe code, but that couldn't be enough to charge her after all could it? She knew it was important she cooperated and told them the truth, just as she had before, and trust that they would realise that she had to do it to save the life of her nurse and possibly many others including herself. She always believed in the good of people, which is why she got on well with most inmates, regardless of the reason they were in prison. Now she had to believe in the good of the justice system.

The officer opened her door and Bayley got into the car as though she was getting into her own car, keen to demonstrate her cooperation. When the door closed, the bars separating her from the officers and the ones on the window created a claustrophobic atmosphere that made her fears worse. As the car started, all her thoughts turned from proving her innocence to what failure would mean. She didn't know how she'd be able to cope in prison, if she was strong enough, as she squirmed against the uncomfortable seat, trying to adjust her wrists and the handcuffs to find a more comfortable position. Finally closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, panicking not being helpful to her situation.

Jericho and Wight watched her in the back of the police car as it moved away from them and disappeared from view. "Good, another part of McMahon's empire behind bars where they belong."

"Yeah. I still can't believe it, but the evidence can't lie. Shall we follow them straight to the jail?" Wight asked. Jericho shook his head.

"No point, it'll take them a while to book her in, and I think some time in a cell will do her good, loosen her tongue a little. Tell you what, her coffee did smell good, let's go find a Starbucks.

"Maybe a Dunkin Donuts?" Jericho laughed.

"I don't know how you eat this much. Fine, donuts it is." Jericho fired up his car and pulled away.


On entering the interrogation room, carrying a file. Jericho couldn't help but notice the huge difference in the woman who sat in from of him, handcuffed to the table. It was a million miles from the woman he had spoken to many times over the last week, even just a few hours ago. Almost always dressed in colourful outfits, more colours than most ordinary people, the sight of her in plain orange made her seem like a different person now. Her hair, always in a ponytail of some kind, was gone, her hair bands certainly confiscated during the booking process. Her hair now hung straight down. It wasn't a bad look for her, but just so different. The worst thing was her face. One thing that Jericho always picked up on, was that she always tried her best to smile. During every conversation they had had, even though she'd been beaten, she tried to have a positive outlook. He had mentioned it to his partner. Her attitude was amazing. On top of it, she still wanted to work helping prisoners with their needs. He'd even thought she was the sort of girl he'd like to date, if he wasn't happily married of course. But now, this was a different look too, a mixture of sadness and disbelief, she hadn't looked up at him yet, just stared at her restrained hands. It was rare that Jericho felt bad for someone he'd arrested, and he'd seen that look before, but that wasn't going to stop him from doing his job. He sat down opposite Bayley, getting her to look up at him for the first time. She looked like she had shed a couple of tears, but that wasn't a shock. He'd checked her out, and this was her first arrest for anything, meaning she'd struggled with her first taste of jail, like so many before her. He stayed silent for a moment, giving her a chance to speak, but she didn't, so he began.

"The officers have told me you have refused your right to legal counsel. I want to give you an opportunity to reconsider?" She just shook her head at him.

"Ok, Dr Martinez, or shall I call you Bayley from now on." He put it more of a statement than a question, using her title seeming inappropriate in the circumstances. She made no objection.

"Right then, Bayley, I feel like the best thing here is for me to be completely up front with you. You are going to go to prison. How long for is still something that is in your control. If you help me than I can help you. You don't seem like a dangerous criminal, just someone who had a moment of weakness. I'm interested in much bigger fish and if you help me get them, then I will help you with these charges."

Bayley spoke clearly, but quietly. "I don't understand. Why am I now being charged. You told me yourself, the circumstances of the escape would clear me, I didn't have any choice. People would have died if I didn't give them the code to get the keys from my safe. Sasha wasn't going to stop and I was scared for my life, as well as the lives of those in my care. How can you now say that I'm going to prison for it. I tried to stop her. Just arresting me has probably cost me my job. They won't trust me with prisoners any more. I loved that job too."

"That was all true at the time. When I thought that you were being straight with me. I admit, I don't get fooled like that often. You're very good." Bayley looked confused, and a little annoyed.

"What? I have been totally straight with you. I wouldn't lie to an FBI agent."

You didn't tell me a lie, but omitting the facts is still lying to me. Not that I can blame you. If you'd told me all of it, you'd have been in jail ages ago."

"Please, I told you everything I know, I haven't done anything wrong. You said so. Please let me go."

"Everything?" Jericho asked. Bayley nodded her head.

"You don't give me much credit do you. I mean, you must really think I'm stupid."

"No, of course not. I just don't understand."

"Maybe these will help you." Jericho removed several pieces of paper from his file and put them on the desk in front of Bayley. He gave her a few moments to read them, noticing her change of expression, giving him the perfect moment to continue.

"These emails have been recovered from both your personal and DOC email accounts, despite your attempts to delete them. Please, allow me to go over the highlights. In this one, you explain the link from your hospital to the outer fence, and give details about the keys and the safe under your control. In this one, you agree to provide the keys in exchange for the offer made, you talk about your concern of it being in full view of staff and other inmates and ask for reassurance nothing will go wrong. In this final one you sent this as an attachment. I'm sure I don't need to tell you this is the information regarding the prisons CCTV equipment. This exact document was recovered from Brianna and Nicole Bella's prison cell after the escape. You also said that you wanted this to be the end of it as you were in over your head. That may be the truest thing I've heard come from you this whole time. Because although the person you sent them to has encrypted their side and has made it impossible for us to trace, your end has come through like it was a letter home. So tell me, who were you communicating with?"

Bayley had gone white, barely able to take in one word that was being said to her. "I...I don't know, I've never seen this emails before."

Jericho wasn't buying that for a moment. "Is that not your email address, and this one too?"

"Yes they are, but I didn't write them. Someone else must have."

"Someone else wrote them. We have been able to trace the ip addresses on all the emails and they originated from either your home computer or the hospital computer in your office. Does anyone else access your laptop at home?"

"No, I live alone, you know that." Bayley stopped there, realising how little that answer did for her situation.

"Fine, the hospital terminal then. Do other members of staff use it, guards, nurses, anyone?"

Bayley stayed silent for a moment. Jericho assumed she was thinking, but she knew the truth, she just didn't want to answer, however, she also knew that lying was a bad plan, if they proved otherwise, she'd look even more guilty.

"No." She said. "Medical information on inmates is on that computer, no one else can access it."

"So you are the only one who has access to it."

"Yes, but I still haven't sent these emails."

"Then who did Bayley. Who did?"

"I don't know. I'm telling you the truth."

"Everything else tells me you aren't. I want to know who you're working with, who you sent those emails to. Who paid you to help them. Tell me and I can help you. If you stick to this silent, 'I don't know' routine, you are going to lose the next several years as an inmate of the department you served so well for so long. You need to understand, this is serious." Jericho was trying his best to get her to talk, but there was nothing she could say.

"I already told you, I didn't send those emails, I haven't been working with anyone, nobody paid me any money. I haven't done anything wrong. Why don't you believe me?" Bayley's tone was getting a little desperate.

"More lies. We know they paid you. We know what you did. Stop thinking we don't know everything that you've been involved in. We do, it's the other people we want to know about."

"Nobody paid me anything, I wouldn't do something like that, I'm not that sort of person!" Bayley hit her hands on the table, not from a great height, but enough to show Jericho that he was getting to her. He had to push on.

"Fine, if you haven't, then maybe you can explain this." He brought out another two pieces of paper, placing them down, taking the email printouts away from her. "Are these your details? Is this your bank account?" Bayley looked at the paperwork for a while, not answering, barely moving. "How? What?"

"Answer the question. Is this your bank account?" Jericho repeated himself more forcefully, finally getting a response from Bayley. "It is, but it's wrong. I've never seen this money before."

"Really? Suddenly you haven't seen money that entered your account on a direct transfer, a transfer from an offshore account we haven't been able to trace?"

"I don't know where it came from, really, I haven't been to the bank for days."

"Well let's look at the notes shall we? A payment of $40,000 with the note 'For services rendered' and then another for $10,000 with the note '25% bonus for such a successful job. Thank you.' Fifty thousand dollars. Money that appeared in your bank account just under 24 hours after the escape from Florida State Women's Prison. I get it. The DOC doesn't pay well. Hell, neither does the FBI. I can see the temptation that sort of money must have been for you."

"No no no. I've never cared about money. I live within my means, I like to help people, people who need me. That's why I work at the prison, help people who need it most."

"Looks to me that you are the one who needs help right now." Jericho said. Bayley hung her head forward and was breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating. Her last statement had been blurted out at speed again, panic continuing to grip her. If he was going to get what he wanted out of her, it was time to go in for the kill.

"Bayley, the evidence against you is overwhelming. It's clear, it's linked, it's undeniable. You have provided classified information to assist four dangerous offenders escape from custody, legal custody. You provided the keys to those offenders that allowed them to escape the prison. You created a cover to say that you provided those keys under duress, you received a large sum of money to do all of it. it can even be argued that you are the biggest reason why there are still three dangerous criminals still at large." He noticed how upset Bayley looked at this point, while still struggling to control her breathing. "But I know it wasn't all you. Someone made you an offer you couldn't refuse. You made a mistake. You will have to live with that mistake, but you have to do the right thing now. We want the escapees back behind bars, and the people behind it all right there beside them. Tell me who it is, or they are, and the DA will go easy on you, I promise. You could be out in less than two years easy. Tell me nothing, and they will throw the book at you. Don't throw away your life over it. The money's gone. The moment you're convicted, it'll be confiscated as a proceed of crime. You'll have nothing left. Please, I know you'll do the right thing. Talk to me."

This was Jericho's last play, and he knew it. Surely Bayley would tell him what he needed to know, if she named Stephanie McMahon, he could put her away for a decade, maybe more if it led to more connections. If she named others, then he moved on to them. What he didn't want to hear was the answer he got, although it was nearly inaudible.

"Please, I don't know anything about any of this, I swear I don't know. " Jericho had finally had enough.

"Bullshit! You helped them escape, and I want to know who put you up to it! Tell me now, or I'm done with you!"

"I DONT KNOW!" Bayley screamed back at him before she collapsed on the table, crying uncontrollably. She couldn't understand any of it, the emails, the money, the questions. He didn't believe her, and she was in a lot of trouble. She pulled herself together for a moment before saying, again quietly. "I...I think I want a lawyer."

Jericho, not interested in what he saw as crocodile tears, scoffed. "The first sensible thing you've said all day. Fine, that means I can't talk to you again until there is one present, but I'm not interested in anything unless you are prepared to name names. If you are I'll come back. If not, well, good luck, you're going to need it."

He knocked on the door and it was opened by an officer. "We're done." The officer came in and, while Jericho took a seat, released Bayley from the table, before recuffing her and leading her by the arm, back to her jail cell. Once she was back inside, the door locked and her hands free, she sat on the bed, lent back against the wall and put her hands on her head. After a while she got control of her own thoughts back. Asking for a lawyer after refusing it could look like a sign of guilt, but she didn't seem to have any choice by that point. He or she would advise her to give up her so called partners in this, but she couldn't. She needed the lawyer to help her argument. That she didn't have anything to do with those emails, or money, even with no idea of how they got there. The idea that she was being set up never entered her mind, her faith in humanity not shaken by her work with prisoners or her own false arrest. All she could think about was how to prove her own innocence and avoid going to prison at all. It was all she could think about. This wasn't a good thing because the more she thought about it, the more she realised she was going to lose. She began to believe that she really was going to go to prison for a long time, even though she'd done nothing wrong.

"I'm screwed." She whispered to herself as she tucked her legs under her arms, resting her head on her knees, and tried to fight off the claustrophobic feelings that were coming back at speed.

"Paul, it's Chris." Jericho talked on his cellphone back in the interrogation room. "Looks like Martinez is going to keep quiet. She's sticking to her story that she knows nothing. Yeah, I know it's a load of crap. I don't get her. Taking on a sentence that long to protect McMahon. Maybe her lawyer can get through to her, but I doubt it. Either way, she's going inside and we need to find a new lead to follow, you heard anything? No?Ok. no problem, it's late anyway, I'm going to call home, see if I need to pick up anything on the way home. See you in the office tomorrow." Jericho packed his files up and left the jail, finding out he had to stop off and get a pizza for their dinner, his wife having had a bad day herself. His latest lead on McMahon not panning out, he knew another one would come along soon. He was right.


"Paige, get off me!"

"Hmmmm, nope"

"Come on, I can't take anymore!"

"Yeah right, don't even pretend you aren't enjoying yourself." Paige continued her assault on Becky's neck, leaving a massive mark.

"No, please, just stop." Becky got just enough strength to put her girlfriend away. The look on her face when she was blocked was enough to make Becky feel guilty.

"What's wrong baby? Did I do something?" Becky shook her head and put her arms around Paige to reassure her. Paige felt a lot better as she rested her head into Becky's chest. But the truth was Becky was struggling with something. She had no doubts about their relationship, Paige simply made her feel better than anyone she'd been with before, she knew this was meant to be. It wasn't anything that Paige was doing either, it was her problem. She had done everything in her power to be as good a girlfriend as she could, and Paige had never made any kind of complaints. They had been on 23 hour lockdowns for a little over a week now, and that had given them plenty of time to spend together. Paige had taken every opportunity to please Becky in as many ways as she could. In no way was she complaining about that. It had been good. No, it had been great. Paige was an amazing lover, and she had been taken to levels of pleasure that she never knew existed. Becky had tried to reciprocate as much as she could, but felt like she wasn't able to do for Paige what she did for her. Paige had never said anything, and Becky didn't doubt Paige's feelings towards her, but knew she needed to find a way to step up her game to make sure that Paige got as much out of their love as she did.

"Hey, penny for your thoughts? What's going on in that gorgeous head of yours?" Paige snapped Becky out of her own mind suddenly.

"Nothing. I'm sorry baby, I just got a little overwhelmed. You aren't upset are you?"

Paige moved herself up, planting a big kiss on Becky's cheek, intentionally leaving a wet mark on it. "Of course I'm not. How could I? I love you, you goof."

"Yeah, I know you do, but did you have to do that?" Becky wiped her cheek dry, as the two grinned at each other.

"Oh, if you didn't like that, don't look at your neck." Paige looked like a naughty child, knowing she'd been bad, but happy about it still. Becky looked in the mirror, such as it was, just about able to see what she was referring to.

"Paige! What if someone sees? I could get in trouble. Haven't we had enough of that?"

"Well, if they are going to keep us in here almost all day every day, they shouldn't be surprised if we have to find ways to spend the time. I bet we aren't the only ones who used the time for, I don't know, 'personal recreation' in some way."

"You are way too charged up, you know that." Becky's grin made her attempt to scold her girlfriend fall more than a little flat.

"Well that's your fault. You do this to me." Paige went in for another kiss and Becky found herself unable to resist. The two found their tongues dancing together in passion before the buzzer sounded, starting their one hour of anything close to freedom. Becky took that opportunity to break the kiss before she got into her own head too much again, knowing she needed to form a plan. She was going to knock Paige's socks off, and although she knew what she wanted to do, she had no idea how she could do it.

They got in line and picked up lunch, the only time all day the guards didn't shove it through the door. They sat down together, no interest in getting space from the other, as many other cellmates so had chosen to do, many of them ready to choke each other to death just from being around them all the time, others not so bothered. One who didn't have to deal with that was Natalya, who had been on her own since Emma was arrested over the assault. She joined them eager for conversation, but that wasn't the first thing that came to her mind.

"Wow, nice Becky, no prizes for guessing how you got that." Becky realised what she was referring too right away and went bright red.

"Oh god, see, I told you this would happen!" Becky got up, wanting to be anywhere else at that moment. Paige pulled her back down.

"You thought you wouldn't get teased? Come on Bex. At least it's just Nattie."

"Don't remind me." Natalya mumbled.

"You ok? Paige asked.

"Yeah, I just miss Emma, although right now I just want anyone to talk to. It's almost like The Lock, just with my book and cards and such. Even that doesn't get you through the day though."

"Speaking of which, Charlotte's still over there I guess." Becky looked around to be sure. "I hope she doesn't blame me for it, I tried to get them to let her go."

"She won't." Natalya said. "If we can get past things, then you two will easily. I'm surprised she's not back yet though, she didn't do that much. She just grabbed you. I did nearly a month there, but I destroyed the twins to get that." Natalya smirked a little to herself.

"Maybe he's trying to make a point, even she doesn't get special treatment." Paige suggested.

"Careful Paige." Was the response from Natalya. "Nobody else knows who she really is remember. If he's trying to make a point, then the only one he's making it to is her. I'd imagine she knows already that he's not going to do her any favours. She'll be back soon."

"Not that it helps you Nattie. Emma could be back any time soon though." Paige said with a smile.

"No offence, but I'm real worried about Charlotte, I hope she's back first." Becky interjected.

"Trust me girls, We will see Emma first, I bet you anything you like."

"Fine, if Charlotte is back first, I take possession of your coffee jar." Becky grinned, wanting to test Paige's bravery, she never bet her coffee."

"Ok, but if I win, you have to buy me another jar." Becky was surprised, but put out her hand. "Deal."

Paige shook her hand, kissed it while she had a hold on it, then let it go. "Ok then. Just one question my love, who's that over there?" Becky looked over her shoulder and saw Emma and another woman, likely a new arrival, being patted down by a guard.

"You cheat! You saw her before! No wonder you bet your coffee jar! Well I'm not paying up."

"You shook on it. A bet is a bet. Nattie, can I get a ruling here please?" Natalya had a big grin on her face, partly from seeing her friend again, partly at what had happened.

"Sorry, Becky, gotta agree with Paige, you bet, you lost. Gotta pay up." Becky pouted and folded her arms up in front of her in a sulk. That didn't last long as the guards finally let Emma rejoin the rest of the women. She came straight to their table and had barely sat down when the questions came flying.

"Are you ok?"

"What happened to you?"

"Did they give you more time?"

"Did Paige see you come in?"

They would have continued if Emma hadn't held her hands up to stop them all. "Slow down girls, slow down. That's way too much at once. It's good to see you, that's for sure, I'm almost glad to be back, that and the jail they held me in was a dirty pit of a place. Think of The Lock cells, but dirtier." Becky and Natalya both winced at the thought. Paige reminded herself to continue avoiding it for as long as possible.

"Anyway" Emma continued. "I'm glad you missed me so much too, because you're going to have me around for a while like longer. They gave me three years for the assault."

"Oh Em." Natalya took her friends hand. "Three more years?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah, but that's the minimum term, so the FBI said."

"FBI?" Becky and Paige said simultaneously, making Emma laugh.

"You two never change. Yeah, I helped them out as best I could, they must have helped with the charges, talked to the right people. I'm not usually a rat, but I'm not helping Sasha Banks stay free for anything. She convinced me to do it in the first place, she must have known I'd get in trouble. She made a fool of me. But I can't change it, so I'll have to wait a little bit longer to start my dream."

"But you were so close to getting out." Natalya said.

"I know, but I let things get under my skin, Mickie, Sasha, everyone. I wanted to help. I love you girls, you're like my family, I didn't want to leave you in that position. I'd do it again, three years, or no three years."

"You didn't even tell us you were so close to getting out of here." Paige said. Emma looked down. "I know, it wasn't like it was next week, I still had eight months left still do, they aren't going to forget that."

"What for, you never did tell us."

"You never asked, and it's not like I'm proud of it, well not anymore." This intrigued Paige and Becky, the expression on their faces obvious, while Natalya knew. "Fine, but don't laugh. I'm just a car thief. I went joyriding as a kid, and just enjoyed it. As I got older I met people who'd pay me several hundred, sometimes thousands for the right cars. Soon I was doing it all the time, made good money. Then people came to me, asking for a car. It was great, I spent all my time in expensive cars. Well, that or jail cells."

"Cells, as in more than one?" Paige asked.

"Oh yeah, it's not easy to do without the police taking an interest, the cars reported, someone spots you, they just pull you,over a busted tail light. I got into a few chases here and there, sometimes I got away, but often they caught me. You know what happens then."

"Yeah, but you said often." How did you keep getting out?"

"I didn't really, just got away with probation, fines, that sort of thing. Guess I was lucky."

"Wish I had your luck" Becky pouted. Emma looked confused. Paige tried her hardest not to smirk.

"Don't worry Em, she's just upset I won another bet. Anyway, your luck must have run out sometime, or we wouldn't have met, not here anyway." Emma fought off a laugh of their own as she continued.

"Yeah, I pushed it too far. I got away from the police once with the guy I worked for in the car, and he asked me to drive for his crew on a job. I was parked outside this bank when the police surrounded me. They'd been watching him the whole time. I got taken in while the rest got killed in a gunfight with the police. With my record, I wasn't getting out of it and got 6 years. At least I wasn't killed and I found my true calling here."

"True calling in prison? You want to be a guard?" Paige teased, knowing what she meant. Natalya flicked her ear in response, making them all laugh.

"You know what I'm talking about. I was planning a job in some kitchen when I got out, and I'm going to keep working towards it."

"Well thank god for that, we were considering a hunger strike. You'll make a great chef when you get out." Paige meant it as a compliment, but Emma just sighed, when Paige spotted the tear in her eye, she reacted with a hug. "Oh don't cry sweetie, I know it doesn't mean much to the big picture, but we're happy to have you back." Becky and Natalya joined in the hug.

"Oh you girls, thanks. But where's Charlotte?"

"Still in The Lock, thought she'd have been back by now." Becky's frustration continued to come out in her voice. Paige groaned.

"Babe, you've got to get over this. I just wanted a fresh jar of coffee. Ok?"

"You cheated and you know it."

"I got lucky, you'll win one soon."

"Fine, what are the stakes?"

"You know what, you choose. Whatever you want." Becky thought for a moment, realising she had a rare opportunity to get Paige where she wanted her.

"Fine, if I win, you have to do everything I want for 24 hours. No complaining, no hesitation. I tell you to make me coffee, you do it, I tell you to be quiet, not a sound. You get me?"

"Yeah, I get you. And the same applies to you if I win?" Becky thought about the consequences. And that it was worth the risk.

"Absolutely, and failures to comply can extend the length of servitude. What's the bet?

"How about the same as before, but with the escapees. There's still three out there, neither of us know which three. So how about both Bellas vs Sasha Banks. If they got one, the others still out there. And I know neither of us would bet on Summer, right?" Becky nodded her agreement, as did the other two at the table.

"So who gets who?" Natalya asked, way more into it that she realised.

"You choose Bex, I don't want to be accused of cheating again." Paige stuck her tone out at Becky, who returned it.

"Fine, I'm going to say the Twins get caught first. I think two will be easier to find than one. Ok?"

Paige just smiled. "Two against one. Works for me. Deal?"

"Deal." The two shook hands again. Paige went to kiss her hand again, but Becky refused to let her pull her hand to her mouth, pulling it towards her own mouth, kissing it herself while staring Paige in the eye the whole time.

"Don't look at me like that baby, or I might not control myself." Becky leaned in for a kiss but Natalya interrupted.

"Good god, you two, calm down." At that moment the new arrival walked past, carrying her supplies, being shown to her cell by a guard. She nodded to Emma, who gave a discreet wave.

"So who's she?" Natalya asked.

"That's Carmella, we were in a holding cell together and got talking. Nice girl, but thinks a lot of herself. From New York, calls herself a master thief. Reckons she'll be able to get hold of anything she wants. Pretty confident for her first time inside. Most of you were a mess. Before you argue, Becky, you admitted it. Paige, Becky told us. Even Charlotte, ooh, Charlotte!"

"Yeah she was too, but she had more reasons to be than us remember." Becky pointed out.

"No, look, Charlotte!" Emma pointed back over to where Charlotte was being uncuffed and searched at the entrance to the block.

"Oh thank goodness" Becky said, happy to see her back. Then, just as quickly, realised. "20 freaking minutes?" She looked at Paige, who could not have a bigger grin. "Yeah smile now, wait till I win the next one."

"If you win baby, if you win."

Charlotte approached the table. Natalya stood up to let her sit. "I'm going to get some water" Charlotte looked down at hearing it. "No no, I really am, I'll be right back ok?" Charlotte nodded and sat down. Learning their lesson from before, they waited for her to speak. Charlotte looked around at them all.

"What?"

"You ok?"

"Fine, why?"

"Fine?" Becky snapped. "Fine? You've been in The Lock for a week, it's dirty, it's lonely, it's horrible. Not to mention the way it all went down. I thought you might be mad at me, or at least mad at, you know, him."

"First of all, I'm not mad at you. I heard you try and stop them when they took me down. I overreacted, I'm sorry I did that to you."

"It's fine, I'm not mad either." The two held each other's hands for a moment to show they were OK as Natalya came back to the table with her drink. She pulled on Becky's shirt, with her taking the hint, moving over and sitting on Paige, as was the norm when all five of them were sitting at the same table. Guards didn't want to be the ones to cause trouble for something like this, so never said anything, unless they went further. Paige and Becky knew that, but didn't always care.

"Charlotte, you seem in quite good spirits for someone who just came back from that hole." Natalya observed. "I was so relieved to get out of there last time, it got to me more than ever. How are you doing so well?

"I wasn't as first, I was fuming at him, it felt terrible, the way he just dismissed me. I thought I was over that, but he's, he's who he is, and I can't help seeing him that way still. But two days in, they took me out and took me to my work."

"I never got out for work when I was over there." Emma said in surprise.

"Yeah, I was caught off guard too, but I was told that the work was building up with the recent events, and I would remain chained, literally, to the desk until I had completed all the paperwork and the attached tasks. It was way more than usual. I think he gave me extra work to keep me out of The Lock, as when I was done, I went straight back there."

"And he's probably snowed under dealing with the aftermath of the escape." Paige suggested.

"Yeah, no doubt, those FBI agents keep coming back and forward, The Interpol woman appears here and there, but not as much, she calls a lot though. I hear his secretary. I think I get all the paperwork he doesn't want. It's crazy, reports from the DOC, stuff from the Governors office, all the departments of the prison, the amount of money involved just to keep us all locked up, it's insane."

"Any chance of you changing the numbers? Get us some better stuff?"

"It's all printed, I can't hack the computers, they don't let me near it, it's all filing and proof reading. I don't get near the good stuff. The worst are the activists though."

"Hey don't knock them too much, a lot of them want better conditions for inmates, they can be our best friends at times." Emma said.

"These ones aren't out for us, there's three groups, all after the same thing, saying the state are violating human rights by keeping some woman in complete isolation here. There's letters from the state department, all law enforcement groups, people here, petitions, pleading letters. So much of it!" Charlotte was clenching her fists in frustration.

"You'd think when you come to prison the last thing you'd have to do is paperwork right!" Paige said, succeeding in getting Charlotte to smile.

"Yeah, it won't go away though, there are requests for statements from all kinds of press. I don't get it, it's like this Rousey woman is some kind of big star." At the mention of the name, two things happened. The first was Natalya, who chose the wrong moment to take a drink of water, did a massive spit take, all over both Paige and Becky.

"Nattie! What the hell?"

"Sorry girls, Char, did you say what I thought you said?"

"I thought I heard it too, did you say Rousey?" The second question came from Lita, who descended on them all like a hawk, quick as a flash, the moment she heard what was said.

"Yeah I did. She's in solitary, has been since she got here, human rights groups want her taken out. So who is she?"

"She's a psychopath." Natalya said bluntly.

"No, she's our key to getting rid of Mickie James." Lita countered, just as strongly.

"Wait, wait wait, wait a second." Paige tried to get the two to stop. "Can someone explain who this is before we all lose our heads."

"How do you lot not know who she is?" Natalya asked, before beginning her description. She got about three words out, before their short time together was ended by the buzzer, forcing them back to their cells for another day. All of them spent that time coming up with their own ideas as to what to expect when they got back together the next day.

A/N: This went on a lot longer than I expected. Hope it wasn't too much and you enjoyed reading it. I could have gone on, but I had to end it somewhere.

Either way thank you for reading.