Piper woke up coughing blood. The unfamiliar surroundings made her panic. She saw Nicky laying down beside her. Covered in blood and glass shards. She got up on her elbow and searched for Alex. Her eyes were still disoriented from the crash. She heard the sounds of struggling from the street ahead.

She reached for her gun. It wasn't there. Neither was her pocket knife. She stood up mustering all the energy she had. From that point, she could see Alex had someone pinned to the road. Someone beneath her. And that someone wasn't moving. Piper hurried towards her.

Alex was on top of Aydin's body. She was pressing a piece of log to his throat. Piper could see that he wasn't moving. She looked around before putting a hand on Alex's shoulder. Alex freaked out immediately. She turned around with intention to hit whoever touched her. Piper stepped backwards just in time.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa." Piper held her hands above her head. "It's just me. It's just me."

Alex exhaled in relief. She let go of Aydin and stood up to hug Piper tightly.

"He-he tried to kill me." She said into the crook of her neck. "I had-"

Piper embraced her closely. Holding her in her arms.

"It's okay." She said. "It's okay. You did what you had to do. And you did a good job. I am proud of you." She pulled back to look at her face. She wiped away some stray tears with her thumb. "We have to take Nick to a hospital. She needs help."

Alex nodded.

"Take the guns and the tape. I'll get Nick in his car. Go." Piper ordered.

Piper understood why Alex was so shook. She was not trained to deal with high pressure situations with violence. She was not trained to kill people and move on.

Alex collected the tape and the guns avoiding his body as much as possible while Piper carried Nicky to the back of his jeep. It seemed less damaged than their own car. Once inside, she told Alex to get in the car as well.

She dragged Aydin's body to the Corvette and put him inside the car. The fuel leaking from the car was already pooled under its tyres. Nicky would hate her for this but she had no choice. She had to dispose of the body. So she stepped back and threw a lighter in the fuel. The fire caught instantly.

—

They drove around a bit trying to find a hospital. Nicky's bleeding had stopped and her pulse seemed a bit stronger. Piper was driving the beat up jeep with Alex in the back and Nicky on her lap. They were exhausted. Alex was falling asleep and Piper herself felt soreness in her muscles. She kept an eye on both of them from her rearview mirror.

"How are we going to do this?" Alex finally asked. "Are we going to just drop her in front of a hospital?"

"No."

"You know, Red will kill us for this if Kubra doesn't."

"I do know that." Piper said absentmindedly. She pulled over in front of a hospital's ER. She got out and tugged Nicky away from Alex. "You wait here."

Alex agreed and hung back in the car. Piper carried Nicky to the entrance and called for help. Medical professionals swarmed to help. Piper handed her over to the nurses. Alex saw her talking to a doctor and then leaving hastily to come to their car.

Piper got in the driver's seat and sighed. Her shoulders slumped forward and she laid her head on the steering wheel. Alex climbed back into the front passenger's seat.

"You okay?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, I think so." Piper replied without lifting her head.

"Do you need to sleep?" Alex asked, concerned. "Let me drive-"

"No. You are half-asleep yourself. I'll drive. There's a motel just half a mile from here. We should go there. Catch some sleep. Then we will do -"

"What are we going to do?"

"I think I should call Caputo. This is huge. I can't deal with this alone. And I trust him. I'll tell him a place to meet and hand over the tape. He will know what to do."

"Okay." She agreed. "We should use a pay phone."

"Yeah. I'll stop at the next one."

The sun was coming up. It's rays painted their surroundings in a red glow. Piper drove through empty New York streets towards less crowded outer city. The hotel owner owed her a favour so hopefully there won't be a problem at this time of the morning.

Alex was dozing off on the car window. Her eyes were closed. She looked almost peaceful. Almost. The crease on her forehead was more evident than ever. Like she was in pain. Like she was hurt. Piper wanted to reach over and smooth it out.

When Piper pulled over near a pay phone, Alex jolted awake. The dashboard clock read 5:17. Caputo should be at home by now.

She dialed his number and waited anxiously for him to pick up. He picked up on the sixth ring.

"Joe Caputo, speaking -"

"It's Piper Chapman. Are you alone?"

—

They had went to bed late that night. They meaning Caputo and Figueroa. She had shown up at his door late at night with a bottle of wine and horny eyes. And Joe could never say no to a damsel in distress.

They had formed this weird relationship of care and concern for each other after heated arguments in their office. Caputo knew that her husband - the next VP - was an absent man. He didn't care much about her. He was a man after power and she was just there to keep him company.

Their weird relationship had flourished into a sex fueled affair. He enjoyed it and so did she. So, when she showed up late that night, he opened his doors wide for her. He let her in and just as the doors closed, she was on top of him. Kissing him hungrily on the hallway wall. And he being the generous lover, treated her with the roughness she craved. They christened the couch, the kitchen top and the bed. And then fell asleep in each other's arm.

He was irritated to say the least when his phone rang in the early hours of morning. He grumbled in frustration and slipped out of her arms to pick up the call. He sat on the edge of the bed and put the call on speaker.

"Joe Caputo speaking-"

"It's Piper Chapman. Are you alone?"

Joe glanced at Natalie who was wide awake now. She shifted closer to him and signaled to go on. He nodded and said,

"Yes-"

"Good." She paused. "What I am going to tell you - will probably sound ridiculous but you have to trust me, alright, you have to promise that'll you will trust me-"

"Chapman, hold on, hold on, do you have any idea about the consequences of your actions? It's been total fucking disaster, the bombing and CIA agent going rouge. And you expect me to listen to this bullshit-"

"Caputo, Alex is not responsible for the bombing. But I know who is. And we have the proof. We can prove it."

Caputo glanced at Natalie. She nodded.

"Who is it? I need a name!"

"For starters, Larry Bloom worked for the other side the whole time." She paused, letting the information sink in.

"Larry Bloom? Chapman, those are some heavy accusations."

She laughed. "You haven't heard the end of it yet. The mastermind behind all of this is not Kubra Balik. He's just a pawn like Larry and Alex."

"Are you sure? How do you know all this?"

"I have a confession tape from Larry Bloom. We interrogated him last night."

"Where is he? Is he with you?"

"No. Uh- he- they killed him."

"Killed him? They Killed him?"

"Yes. Like they did with everyone else associated with him. Why is that so hard to believe? Caputo, this is serious. We don't really have much time. If you don't stop this now, it will be too late."

"Okay. Okay. But I need to know who is behind all of this. I need a name-"

"Jason Figueroa."

Caputo gaped. "Are you fucking with me? Jason Figueroa?"

"Uh-huh. And he plans to assassinate the president."

"Jason Figueroa the next Vice President."

"Yes. And I have proof." Piper reassured. "But I need your word that you will be on our side. He's a powerful man. You have to get him. I don't know what you'll do but you have to stop him. And you have to protect Alex."

"Okay. Okay. What do you need?"

"Meet me. Central Park. The usual place. Today, four in the evening."

"Will you bring Alex Vause?"

"No. Neither will I bring the tape. You'll listen to it through a call. I can't trust the agency. And you need to come alone."

"Chapman, it's - it's - I will have to inform Figueroa. She's my superior and -"

"What? Fuck No. Go to the Director if you need. Not Figueroa. He's her husband. He has bugs planted in her office. What if she's involved? "

"But-"

"Please, Joe. You have to trust me. Just meet me. I'll explain it. Everything."

"4 PM. I'll be there."

Joe hung up. There's a gun under his bed. Natalie knew it. He knew it. If he turned around and pull it out, she'll have enough time to run away. Maybe, she'll hit him with the night lamp. Fuck it, he thought.

He bent over, pulled out the gun and aimed it where she was laying on the bed. She looked at him like she was bored. She wasn't alarmed or surprised by his actions. She was just.

"Are you done, Joe?"

"No, I am not done. Are you with him? Have you known all along?"

"For god's sake Joe, you believe her now. She is blaming my husband. He is going to be the next VP. He can't have an erection long enough to notice. There's no way he did all that."

"This is serious, Natalie."

"And you are naked. With a gun pointed at me. Joe, I am hearing about this for the first time as well. I had no idea. But fine, if you are confident in your rogue agent, let's go check my office. See if anyone has planted a bug."

Her phone rang, suddenly. Caputo held up the gun more firmly.

"Who is it?" He demanded.

"It's my assistant. Christ!" She said and picked up the call. She nodded on whatever was being said on the other end. Caputo listened in with eager interest. She hung up soon enough.

"Larry Bloom is dead indeed. They recovered his body floating on the backs of the Hudson. By appearance, he was tortured before being shot. Two stab wounds on knee and foot."

"Then let's go. Let's search your office."

The drive from Joe's place to the CIA field office was intense to say the least. Caputo never left Fig's side. He followed her through the hallways where agents had their eyebrows raised at their early morning appearance together.

In her office, the initial sweep done by Caputo proved that there were microphones placed in her office. When he pulled them out from under her desk with a smug smile, she was literally surprised. From experience, he knew that she wasn't faking it.

"This is serious." She said.

"Indeed."

—

He was there for a charity event. But the press was way too much for his liking. The news of him being the next VP had gotten out like wildfire. Surprisingly, the president was happy with it. It had boosted the morale of the people after the horrible attacks. Attacks he had orchestrated.

But he had no choice. He had waited long enough. This country wasn't going to move forward unless someone stood up and took the hard decisions. And he was that person. He was groomed to be a President. The time in the army and boarding school and stuffy country club brunches were to set up his future. Which in turn would set up the future of this country. Soon his great vision for America would be executed. Soon enough.

He left the party earlier in favour of going to an art exhibition nearby. He pulled on his baseball cap and walked to the gallery with secret service watching his back. He wandered a bit. But then stopped in front of Fransisco Goya's Saturn devouring his son.

From the corner of his eye he saw his assistant- Gavin come in. Gavin has been his assistant for quite some time now. He was more of a companion when Natalie wasn't around. Or when he wasn't around Natalie. Gavin understood his vision. And always supported it in ways Natalie never could.

"What is it?" He asked, not looking away from the painting.

"Bloom died last night. They found his body in the Hudson River. Tortured and shot."

He closed his eyes for a second. His stagnant face contrasting the horror of the painting in front of him.

"By whom?"

"The torture was most probably afflicted by Alex Vause and her ally Piper Chapman. And as Balik confirmed this morning, Aydin shot him."

"What about Alex Vause?"

"Balik doesn't have her. Neither does the agency. His guy was strangled to death in the middle of the street while pursuing them."

"This is going to be a problem -"

"One more thing, sir. Natalie-" Gavin paused. "Miss Figueroa was with Joe Caputo this morning. And they - uh - they received a call from Piper Chapman claiming that she has a confession tape from Larry Bloom. And they- they have your name. She is willing to cooperate with them if they move against you. They are meeting at Central Park this evening."

"We have to choose our battles carefully. Especially when we are so close to our goal. As much damage control as possible. I will handle Caputo and Natalie personally. Destroy Vause, Chapman and the evidence. Do we have a location on them?"

"Yes. Aydin had a tracker on his car. They are staying at a motel."

"That's good. Send in the A-team when the agent isn't there. It would be easier to finish Vause alone. The agent wouldn't be stupid enough to carry the tape with her. Finish them. I want this over as soon as possible."

"What about Balik? Should we cut him loose? It's almost time and he has been useless for a while now."

"No, not yet." He said firmly. "Get rid of Vause and Chapman first."

—

A/N:

I was watching this YouTube video a while ago and the host something in the lines of, "The best fanfics are the unfinished ones." And I agree. I remember reading this Vauseman story involving time travel. It was literally so good. So good that I would probably pay to read it. But it never got updated. What's your favourite story that ever got updated?

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Let me know in the comments :)