A/N: Hey guys here is chapter 7 for you! I have to apologize if my first few chapters seem boring because I think they are... I promise I am just trying to set everything up, but the exciting is coming soon! So hang in there with me and enjoy =)

We could hear them arguing from outside the barn. Michael dropped his eyes to the ground and started shaking his head. I was trying to figure out how they ended up in the barn anyway. Just our random luck I guessed. They were shouting so loud that someone would surely hear us, and then we would all be screwed. I was trying to make out the voices, and it sounded like C-note and Lincoln. C-note was sure causing a lot of problems lately, and I was beginning to think that he was more trouble than he was worth.

Michael angrily started moving into the barn and followed right behind him. The shouting was getting louder and I was afraid that the fists were going to start flying before long. Michael was going to interceded before that happened.

"Hey!" he shouted agitated.

They all looked with shocked faces over to Michael. I was looking at Michael with a shocked face. He didn't raise his voice very often, but when he did it usually turned everyone's heads. He didn't say anything else, though, and just started heading further into the barn. I followed behind him, but as we passed the others Abruzzi stepped right in my way.

"Where have you two been, Bella?" he asked.

"Oh you know, we just decided to take a stroll since it was such a nice day," I mocked.

I knew I shouldn't have said it, but it felt so good to say it. Abruzzi reached out and grabbed ahold of my cheeks pulling me up close to him.

"Watch your mouth, bitch." He hissed.

I jerked back away from Abruzzi and rubbed my jaw a few times. This whole dance where I smart off and then he grabs or hits me was getting old.

"We were still running from Mahone and my father," I blurted before thinking.

Sucre, C-note, and Lincoln suddenly approached me and they were all surrounding me. I shrunk back intimidated with them all surrounding me.

"Did you say your father?" asked C-note.

I rolled my eyes and nodded my head. Couldn't they see that my father wasn't the problem in this situation.

"It's Mahone you should worry about," I said.

They were all looking at me curiously, but I didn't want to have to explain this all again. Luckily I wouldn't have to say anything because Michael came to my rescue. He held up the picnic basket and shook it a little revealing food and drink inside. The guys immediately forgot what they were doing and bolted for the picnic basket and food. I rolled my eyes and followed them into the other room.

The scent of the food instantly hit me. Michael had just opened the bucket of fried chicken, and my mouth was starting to water. There was also a bowl of fresh apples, oranges, and grapes, with bottles of beer to drink. I can't even remember the last time I had a good beer to drink. I smiled to myself because this was way better than the slop we had been eating for the past few months.

I stayed where I was standing because I wasn't sure if I could just help myself to the food. I had a feeling that Abruzzi wouldn't like it very much, and I really didn't want to start trouble. I just held onto my other arm and bit my lip listening to my stomach growl. They all served themselves a plateful, and I thought that Abruzzi might eat all the chicken by himself; what a pig. They all started chowing down, and it was making my stomach growl louder. I shut my eyes trying to concentrate on something else.

"Laney?" Michael said snapping me out of my daze, "come and get something to eat."

I remained standing where I was and my glaze flicked over to Abruzzi. He was scarfing his face down with chicken, so I decided to help myself before they all changed their minds. I walked over and put the fruit on my plate and grabbed a small piece of chicken. What I really wanted to get into was the beer. I popped the cap a bottle and quickly started to down it. The cool liquid slid down my throat, and although it didn't taste the best, it was probably one of the most satisfying drinks ever. I had just been served water in Fox River, so anything with a little taste was an improvement. I drank it fast, though, because when I stopped my head started spinning and I thought I was going to be sick.

"Damn, take it easy there," teased Sucre.

I gave him a side glance to let him know that he wasn't funny, and nibbled on a grape. I think Abruzzi was on his fourth piece of chicken. Michael and Lincoln had walked off to chat again, and I wondered if Michael would bring up anything I had warned him about. I turned my attention back to the others when I heard Tweener's name mentioned. My heart fluttered a little at just the mention of his name and I had to hide my smile a little. Sucre was wondering how the others were holding up. They think that Tweener got a head start for going the opposite direction.

"I imagine that Bagwell is probably dead, he was bleeding pretty bad." Said Abruzzi confidently.

I looked up at him with a disgusted look. It was still so hard to imagine that he was capable of cutting off someone's hand. I thought back to that and the terrified look at Tbag's face. He was usually so arrogant to the point that I wanted to scream, but seeing him like that made me feel sorry for him. I hoped that he was able to find the help that he needed.

Michael called out our names and told us that he wanted to speak to us. I set my plate down and rolled onto my feet waiting for the others to do the same. They all just remained sitting looking at each other skeptically. They definitely didn't trust Michael and Lincoln, and they weren't sure of what was to come. I scoffed at them and made my way outside. The sun was bright in the sky and I squinted my eyes when I first stepped out of the barn. Michael and Lincoln were standing close together and they had just finished discussing something. I didn't want to interrupt so I moved slowly towards them.

I was standing behind Michael when the other three decided to venture outside. They were looking curiously between the three of us, and I rolled my eyes at the thought that Michael, Lincoln, and I could be plotting against them. Michael started handing everyone cash.

"It's time we go our separate ways, and this should be enough to get you started."

Everyone eagerly took their money, except for Abruzzi. He was just smirking suspiciously at Michael. Every now and then his gaze would flicker over to me. I was trying to figure out what exactly he wanted from Michael. I only had to think for a short time. There is only one thing Abruzzi has ever wanted from Michael.

"I'm not giving you the location of Fibonacci," stated Michael.

Abruzzi chuckled to himself almost like he expected that answer to come from Michael. He looked over to me again and even though he was keeping a smirk on his face, I could see the sadness in his eyes. He so desperately wanted to return to his family with honor and start his business again, but they would never accept him without Fibonacci. It was those moments that made me realize how much I actually cared about Abruzzi and the others. The pieces of them that weren't the criminals, but the fathers and brothers and friends.

C-note was the first to step forward and reached out his hand for Michael to take. After all, without Michael all of them would still be in Fox River. They didn't exchange words, but just firmly held onto each other's hands. He looked over at me briefly, but he didn't smile. He was clearly still angry about the whole 'I was really working under cover the whole time, and I everything I told you was a lie' thing. I, however, gave him a small smile and I really hoped that he was able to meet up with his wife and daughter and stay out of trouble.

Sucre stepped up to Michael with a big grin on his face. He shook hands with his former cell mate and I thought I could see the hint of sadness in his eyes too. They released their grips and moved forward to embrace in a small hug. Just watching those two brought a big grin to my face. Sucre broke apart from Michael and looked over at me with a smile.

"Stay out of trouble mami," he said with a wink.

I smiled again and nodded my head. He had to be one of the nicest guys I had met in Fox River, but bad luck just seemed to follow him around. I hoped that he would be able to find Maricruz and they could raise their baby together. I thought that he would make a great father. Sucre and C-note both started walking together, but Abruzzi was just standing there staring at the three of us. He wasn't going to say anything to us, and he sure as hell wasn't going to shake Michael's hand. I wished that he would at least say something to me. I understand if he was still angry with me for what I did, but we still went through a lot together that he couldn't just ignore. Abruzzi just smirked again and turned to walk away. I bit my lip and pushed past Michael hurrying after Abruzzi.

"John," I called out.

He turned around to look at me, and I ran into him wrapping my arms around his giant torso. At first, he didn't respond, and I didn't know what to do. Maybe he would never forgive me for what I did.

"Were you really not going to say goodbye?" I whispered.

I heard him let out a sigh and he slowly wrapped his strong arms around my waist. I smiled to myself.

"Oh, Bella, it really is too hard to stay mad at you." He said pulling me away to look up at him. "Here take this, and if you need anything just give me a call."

I reached out my hand and took the piece of paper from him. It had a phone number on it, and I knew that Abruzzi wasn't stupid enough to give me a number that could be traced back to him. He was putting a lot of trust in me by giving me this. I smiled at him one last time, and he turned the other direction and walked away. I turned back the other way and Michael and Lincoln were still watching me. I tucked the paper into one of my pockets and stopped right by Michael.

"What are we going to do with her?" asked Lincoln.

I looked over to Michael thinking the exact same thing. He was in charge of this whole plan, and if he didn't want me around then I would go my own way.

"It's her choice to do what she wants," Michael stated.

Great, now all eyes were on me for my decision. I knew that I should have taken the opportunity to leave, and I would regret what I was about to do, but something inside of me was pushing me to stay. I sighed before I let out my answer.

"Where are we off to?"

Michael smiled and I think that was the answer he was looking for.

"We are headed to the courthouse for Lincoln's son."