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I knew something was different the moment Geary put his foot on the gas pedal. The car wasn't driving as smoothly as it should. I watched Lincoln from the front seat and he kept glancing through the rearview mirror like he was looking for something. He was definitely up to something, and I wanted to know what it was. Bellick looked over in my direction, and I quickly averted my gaze and stared out my window. He snorted, and I turned my gaze and glared at him.

"You moving on to your next man Collins," Bellick mocked.

I looked over to Bellick with a look of confusion. What did he mean I was moving on to my next man? Surely he didn't think I was attracted to Lincoln, but he kept looking back and forth between the two of us.

"I know your little game that you pulled in Fox River," he stated confidently.

"What game?" I snapped. " I was never with any other guys in prison except for Tweener."

Bellick snorted, "please you were all over Scofield and Abruzzi until Tweener walked in the joint." "And don't even get me started about Tbag."

"Tbag? You think that I was interested in Tbag? I was scared for my life around him most of the time!" I shouted.

"I watched you Laney Collins. You flirted with him, touched him, even kissed him once or twice."

I was just staring blankly at Bellick. I couldn't even come up with a valid argument. Now that I thought about it, I guessed I did flirt with Tbag a little, and I did kiss him on the cheek once, but I never once believed that I ever wanted Tbag. And I didn't think that I bounced around from inmate to inmate while I was there, but I did get to know them. What was wrong with that?

"I was foolish enough to buy your little act, and it ended up costing me my job. Tweener he was young and stupid and you conned him into loving you."

My mouth was literally hanging open. Is that what everyone thought about my relationship with Tweener? that I was just using him, and he was too stupid to know the difference. Bellick was smiling triumphantly because he caught me off guard. Bellick leaned over and squeezed my knee. I flinched and dropped my gaze.

"Don't worry, now everyone will know what a whore you are."

I thought I was going to be sick. Bellick was right, I was a whore, and I was probably going to end up like Nitka. Michael and Lincoln had heard enough and both started yelling at Bellick on my behalf. Bellick yelled back and started waving the gun around. I just sat there staring straight ahead. The arguing back and forth finally stopped when the car started shaking violently. Geary was losing control of the car and I pressed myself as far back into my seat as possible. The car shook one more time and we ended up in the ditch. Again. Bellick started cursing at the top of his lungs, and ordered everybody out of the car.

We all complied, and as I stepped out of the car I noticed that one of the tires was completely flat. I looked over to Lincoln and he just shrugged his shoulders with a smirk. Bellick moved over to the trunk and roughly pulled Nitka out. She was still crying of course and I just rolled my eyes at her. He ordered Geary to change the car, but Geary didn't move.

"I don't have a spare."

I thought Bellick was going to kill something.

"What kind of an idiot doesn't have a spare tire?" he barked.

Even I couldn't hide my smile.

"That was the spare," admitted Geary.

"Well then you are going to have to walk to the next town and find one," growled Bellick.

Geary pointed to himself like he couldn't believe he had to be the one that walked into town. I wasn't so sure he could make it there and back without giving himself a stroke. Bellick pointed down the road a ways where there was an abandoned shack. I guess that is where we were going to be hiding out until Geary got back. They pushed us into the shack and it was absolutely disgusting. It was damp and gray and it smelled horrible. Bellick pushed Michael, Lincoln, and I onto the floor. Where the hell was Nitka? She was still standing back by the front door just watching Bellick.

Bellick took out these plastic cuff things and started restraining my hands behind my back. I glared at him the entire time. When he was finished he stroked my chin with his stubby fingers. I jerked back and thought about telling him off, but I didn't. He quickly tied Michael and Lincoln 's hands and returned back to where Nitka was standing. They whispered to each other and then stepped into a separate room. Excuse me? What the hell did she have to talk to Bellick about that couldn't be said in front of the rest of us? I looked over to Michael with disbelief.

"You can trust Nitka Laney," Michael assured.

I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Please the only thing she loves more than you is money."

Michael seemed to consider this for a moment and looked to Lincoln who just shrugged his shoulders. Within a few minutes, Bellick and Nitka emerged from the other room and he sat Nitka down to tie her hands together. She was avoiding all eye contact with Michael and I was sure that something was going on. I looked over to Bellick who was just staring at me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

He tilted his head and smirked at me.

"I'm curious Collins, when did you decide to go rogue and betray your father?"

That hit a sore spot. I just sat there staring up at Bellick. I technically never decided to rogue while I was still in Fox River. I found my answer and smirked back at Bellick.

"Well, it was probably after Tbag had forced me over that wall because he handcuffed himself to me."

"Don't act cute with me. You were going to let those guys walk right out the front door. You are a disgrace to law enforcement."

I had had enough of this crap. I rocked myself forward onto my feet and charged Bellick.

"Fuck you!" I shouted running smack dab into Bellick.

I knocked him off balance and I spit in his face. He looked at me with pure rage and picked me up around my waist. I kicked my feet trying to break free, but I couldn't before he threw me onto the ground. I landed on my side and I coughed trying to catch my breath. Bellick stormed over and grabbed a fistful of my hair pulling me inches from his stinking face.

"It is going to be my personal pleasure to watch you burn for this," he seethed.

He released my hair and I pushed myself up against the wall slouching down. Michael was looking over at me checking to see if I was alright, but I didn't look over at him. Nitka looked up to Bellick and expressed that she needed to use the restroom. I rolled my eyes as he move to untie her hands. She quickly hopped up and followed Bellick into the back room. I could still feel Michael's gaze on me and I turned my head in the opposite direction. I saw my bag sitting against the wall, and I could see the scanner resting in the side pouch. I suddenly felt an urge to turn it on and see what Mahone and my father were up to.

The back door opened and Nitka and Bellick returned. She took her seat on the floor and Bellick stepped outside briefly. Nitka looked over to Michael.

"He is starting to trust me," she whispered, "he is expecting me to turn on you."

Michael smiled at her, and told her that he knew she would make the right decision. Bellick came back through the door and I never took my eyes off of him for an instant.

"What are you looking at?"

I bit my lip trying to think of a good excuse, and Bellick smirked at me. I immediately stopped biting my lip because I picked up the habit from Tbag.

"My scanner is in my bag over there," I began, "we use it to keep track of what the FBI is doing."

"So?"

I sighed annoyingly.

"So, can I turn it on for a little bit?"

He was just staring at me still unconvinced of the importance of turning the scan. God, he could be so thick sometimes. I couldn't lose my cool though, or he wasn't going to let me turn it on. I gave a fake smile and tried to explain it a little better to him. It was like teaching someone is kindergarten.

"If Mahone gets an idea of where we are going, we will know he is heading in our direction and can disappear before we get caught."

Blank stare.

"If Mahone is heading to this shack right now, and we get busted you can kiss your money goodbye."

Bellick's eyes suddenly went wide and he nodded his head at me. I rolled my eyes as he moved to untie my hands. I hopped up onto my feet and moved over to my bag, but Bellick grabbed me by my elbow.

"No funny business."

I jerked my arm free and knelt down by my bag. I pulled out the scanner and turn the switch and the light went green. Bellick yelled at me to turn up the volume so everyone could hear. I did as I was told and I thought I might go deaf from all the static. Bellick was looking at me skeptically like I was trying to pull a fast one on him. The static started to clear up and I could make out faint voices. I would really have to thank Melanie for this later. It was turning out to be pretty useful.

"Is everything in place?" asked a voice I was pretty sure was Mahone.

"Yes, the rat is waiting at the hotel for us to pick him up. We just have to make sure Abruzzi doesn't get there before we do."

I looked up to Michael and he was looking at me equally confused. Surely they didn't meant that they had pulled Fibonacci out of the witness protection program, and someone let it slip to Abruzzi. There were so many ethical issues with that I couldn't even process it.

"I don't plan on letting that happen," said Mahone darkly.

It went to static again and I turned the scanner off. Bellick pulled me back down to the ground and retied my hands together. This just wasn't adding together. There was no way that the FBI would take Fibonacci out of the witness protection program just to speak to him. I knew it had to be a ploy of some kind, but still the traps we usually set up weren't this dangerous. Mahone really wanted to capture Abruzzi, and for some reason it just wasn't settling right with me. Deep down I had to admit to myself that I was afraid that Abruzzi was going to take the bait and end up getting himself killed.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I wasn't ready for anybody from Fox River. I couldn't even picture losing any of them. I had to do something, but I didn't know if there was anything I could do. I finally looked over to Michael and I noticed that Nitka had left with Bellick again.

"Laney," Michael whispered.

I turned my attention back to him.

"Get ready. When Nitka comes back we are going to make our move."

I raised my eyebrows at Michael. I didn't know how we were going to get out of here, but I just had to put my trust in Michael. I nodded my head and squirmed on the floor a little trying to loosen the cuffs on my hands. I didn't know if we were going to fight to have Bellick, but I would be willing to throw in a punch of two. I looked over to Lincoln who was staring straight ahead at the shut door. He was waiting anxiously for Nitka to return. The door opened violently and Bellick was practically dragging Nitka across the room. Apparently whatever she had tried didn't work too well. Bellick pushed Nitka to the floor and started tying her hands together.

"My father used to say to me, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice and I put you in the ground."

I raised my eyebrow at the lame joke. I looked back to Nitka and had secretly handed something over to Lincoln. It looked like a knife. Bellick looked pleased with himself and patted Nitka on the knee.

"Thanks for the dance sweat pea."

Ew. I had to hold my breath to keep from gagging. There was no way that I ever in a million years would give a dance to Bellick, I mean come on you have to draw the line somewhere right? Bellick turned his back for a split second, but that was all that Lincoln needed. He jumped up with the knife in his hand. Bellick reached back for his knife and stopped dead in his tracks.

"You bitch." He muttered.

Lincoln quickly wrapped his thick arm around Bellick's neck and held the knife so it was pushing into his cheek.

"Fooled ya," Lincoln mocked.

Lincoln roughly pushed Bellick against the wall and punched him in his fat gut. He doubled over and started coughing, but Lincoln only punched him again. Michael was able to get the handcuffs off of himself and moved over to free my hands. I hopped up onto my feet and went over to grab my bag. I saw the scanner sitting in the side pocket, and I thought back to Abruzzi. I hoped that it wasn't too late, and Abruzzi was going to the hotel. Lincoln now had Bellick sitting on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. I slowly approached them.

"Wait there's one more thing," I said.

Lincoln and Bellick both looked at me with confused looks. I smirked and moved towards Bellick much like a kicker would approach a football. I swung my foot forward and connected with his jaw. I was hoping that I broke it, but I think I just ended up bruising it. He was lying on the ground whimpering in pain, and Lincoln was staring at me with wide eyes. I just smiled at him. Nitka came running in from outside.

"Geary is coming with the tire," she said.

We all moved to hide ourselves up against the wall and Lincoln pulled Bellick into a sitting position. He had the gun in his hand. I could hear Geary whistling as he approached the door, and the tire bounced up into the house. He came around the corner and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw us. Then he started glaring at Bellick.

"You really suck, you know that?"

Michael walked over to Geary with the cuffs in hand. We forced the two outside while Michael and Lincoln changed the tire. I put my bag in the backseat and stepped back to Bellick and Geary. I knelt down so I was eye level with Bellick.

"I wonder what my father and Mahone are going to think about you letting us get away. I personally am going to love seeing you burn for this," I repeated his words back to him.

He glared at me and I stood up and walked back to the car. I slammed the door shut and Lincoln drove off leaving the two ex-guards behind us.