A/N: Well I hope everyone is liking this so far! Thanks so much for all the reviews and follows so far! It helps keep me inspired to write more. So on with the story!


I was almost visibly shaking with excitement as we made our way down the maze of concrete hallways. What Rick didn't know, was that in school I had always been fascinated by the criminal mind and what makes a person tick. To be so close to the absolute worst of these cases, was more like getting to meet a celebrity to me than anything else. I wasn't looking for any autographs here though, this was so much bigger than that. Carefully I took a couple of deep breaths in, trying not to show how I was actually feeling. I'll admit, maybe a small tiny teeny part was nerves. After all, this was a whole different caliber of bad. It made my few shoplifting crimes look laughable in comparison. But everyone starts small at first right? Or did I even want to? I was mulling this all over when a loud ringing yell echoed off the nearest wall. My bright blue eyes went wide and I spun around looking for the source.

"It's fine, don't worry," Rick assured me. "You're going to hear some things."

"Things? What kind of things?" I asked, eyes still roaming as we continued down a long hallway lined with the odd reinforced door. Some of the walls had marks on them, some looked like scratches. Human? The yelling had stopped but I was a tad on edge.

"Honestly, mostly screams. Shouts, curses, whatever they have going on in their crazy ass heads," he replied looking down at my apprehensive face. "Why? Thinking about joining them?"

"Funny half bro, very funny." We were nearing one door that was being guarded by a steely looking woman done up in some badass riot gear. Rick made to keep moving but I stopped and stared at the door. I couldn't help but notice there was a small slit in the top that could be opened on the outside. Just as Rick was coming over to pull me along another echoing shout rang out, this time obviously coming from inside. I stumbled back, my heart absolutely racing and the guard at the door looked like she was about to have a chuckle at my expense.

"Yeah, he does that a lot," she said with a grin.

I weakly smiled back. "Can I see?"

The guard was about to reply but Rick swiftly cut her off.

"Oh hell no, that is not happening! Let's get moving, this is taking too long as it is."

Rick firmly took my arm and began to steer me away but the yelling started up with a nice loud banging to go along with it. Whoever was in there was pissed as all shit.

"I want you to learn a lesson," Rick admonished me as we were let through a safer looking security point. "You're not supposed to enjoy any of this."

"I don't!" I lied swiftly. "But you can't blame me for being curious. I am your sister after all." I added that last bit in to sweet talk him a lil...it didn't work.

"I thought you were only my half sister," he said cheekily. "Now come on, into my office. You can wait here while I make some quick rounds. Charles will be right outside the door. I won't be long. Think you'll be okay?" He punched a quick code into the door that I didn't catch and let me in. The space was decent sized, but just like my brothers head, plain boring and rather empty. It also seemed like the only space that hadn't been permeated by the damp. Everything was in perfect placement, from the two cabinets in the far corner, to a set of monitors on the wall facing his polished desk. And that was about it, the only decoration I could name was the coffee mug sitting on his desk, and even that was simply black. Not even a cartoon or a funny quote, how lame.

"Yeah I think I'll be fine, I'm a big girl right?" I said taking a seat in the rather lavish chair behind his desk. I dropped my satchel onto the floor and made myself comfortable. Rick gave me a stern look. He looked like he had something more important to say but after a short pause signalled to his driver/guard.

"I won't be long," he repeated and the guard Charles shut the door behind him. I let out a long built up sigh. Well, this is more like it. For a moment I simply set my hands on the desk and looked at my nails. The hot pink polish was almost entirely chipped off and I took a second to peel a remaining chunk off my thumb before giving another glance around the office.

"Wonder if there's anything worth stealing in here," I muttered to myself with a smirk. I promptly began shifting through each drawer in his desk but came up pretty disappointed. I had no need for paper clips, pens or empty binders. Shit. The cabinets maybe? I was doubtful but I was also itching to get my hands on something. So I scooted over and stared in disbelief as I realized they were simple office cabinets, no locks or anything.

"Fuck too easy." There can't be anything good in there...but what the hell. I started shifting through files in the top drawer and was met with nothing particularly attention grabbing. I had almost reached the bottom of the second of the pair and was severely disappointed in my brothers lack of being remotely exciting. And of course that's when I saw it. Wedged in the very back of the cabinet where you could very nearly miss it was a binder labeled top secret.

"Jackpot! Come to Mallory my precious." It may as well have been a freakin' beacon, so without delay I snatched it out of it's hiding spot and rolled back over to the desk where I quickly shoved it into my satchel. This was a special treat for later! But now as the adrenaline of the find slowly started to diminish I was faced with another problem. What to do now when he could be back at any minute.

Maybe I could at least play a game on the computer, I was a whiz at solitaire. I spun around in my chair and pulled up to the wall of monitors, staring intently at the three different keyboards. I was by no means a techie, and this looked slightly overwhelming. What did he need with so many screens anyway? Was it to get every angle while watching some nasty ass porn or something? I bit my lip for a moment as I looked everything over, before reaching up and finding the power button on the closest monitor.

After a frizzy second it came to life and goosebumps popped up on my skin as I realized what these were for. Security monitors of the entire prison and every cell within it. And the one I had opened on was of a very agitated looking man in a wife beater glaring at the camera. I'll admit, I almost fell back out of the chair in shock but my curiously as always helped me keep it together. After all, he couldn't see me right? So I leaned forward and looked closer as he continued to pace back and forth making rude gestures at me. Dirty, that was the first thing that came to mind. And beat to the nines, with cuts and bruises littering a very scruffy face. And, wait, yes that was a gold tooth glinting as he yelled at the camera. I looked over the desk and quickly found the sound, turning up just enough so that hopefully fucking chain smoker Charles wouldn't hear from the other side of the door. And that's when a huge grin sprang up on my face, it was him! The one I had heard yelling from behind that enforced cell door. Only this time I could make out words and Christ on a cracker he was an Aussie. And I'll admit, I was entranced. He was fairly decent looking for a criminal after all.

"Why g'day handsome," I grinned.

Just as I was getting comfortable to watch the show I suddenly heard the faint sound of voices outside the door. Shit, shit, shit! I hurried forward and slammed my thumb against the power button and had literally just scooted my ass back up to the desk when the door beeped open and Rick strode on in. He gave me an appraising, slightly suspicious look. I smiled back with my hands folded on my lap.

"Good to go?" I asked sweetly. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Yeah...everything is fine here. You okay?"

"Just peachy! Let's mosey on along now shall we?"

I slung my satchel up over my shoulder and brushed past him out the door. Charles the cigarette swallower was waiting outside holding his rifle close. He eyed me warily but stood to attention as Rick shut the door behind us and punched in the security code to lock it. I subconsciously patted my satchel, pleased as punch. As we walked back the way we came Rick prattled on about how much I was going to love June and that mom figured I needed a good female role model. I was already half listening but my brain shut him right out as soon we neared a certain door. My heart nearly stopped and my brain turned to mush when I realized the sliding window was open and the guard was passing something through! Rick tried to grab my arm to steer me away like before but I sped up pretending to want to get by as quickly as possible. As we passed I got a glance inside and my eyes automatically locked with a pair of wide eyed Aussie blue hues. Without much of a thought I puckered my lips and managed to blow a swift kiss at him just before the guard slid the window shut and we continued our way down the dimly light hallway, my mind racing and heart pumping.