Jeannette was pacing back and forth in the kitchen humming some song to herself. I watched as she swayed her hips from side to side seductively while she poured herself a drink. I let out an annoyed sigh and slowly started to approach her. She spun herself in a circle and gasped when she saw me standing there.

"What are you doing?" she asked shockingly.

"I'm so sorry for interrupting," I said, "but with my brother here supervising the others they don't really need me."

Jeannette nodded her head at me several times and signaled for me to join her in the other room. I dipped my head and followed her.

"Of course, of course. I can only imagine how difficult it must be one you to work in a clearly masculine profession."

My head snapped up and I had this sudden urge to tell her off, but I held my tongue and moved over to sit in the chair by the table. She had two glasses out and was pouring lemonade in the both of them. My mouth suddenly felt dry at the thought that I hadn't had a sweet glass of lemonade in far too long. Jeannette slid one of the glasses over towards me and fished out a bottle of alcohol to put in hers.

"I always like my glass with an extra kick. Do you want a little?" she asked.

I immediately shook my head back and forth. What I really didn't need right now was to get drunk in front of the others. Tbag would especially never let me live that down. Jeannette shrugged her shoulders and poured the alcohol into the lemonade. She quickly swigged her drink and plopped down into her chair. The two of us sat in an awkward silence not really knowing what to say. I just held my glass right at my lips and kept looking around her house.

"So you spend a lot of time with those guys out there then?" Jeannette asked me.

I smiled to myself. If only she knew the truth behind that. I thought about each one of those guys and I felt like they were my family. I didn't say anything, but I nodded my head at her with a slight smile. Jeannette nodded her head like she was pondering something.

"Which one of them do you like on a personal level?"

I nearly choked on my lemonade and felt my face starting to heat up. Was I supposed to answer truthfully? I figured that it wouldn't look very legit and professional if I admitted to her that I was into one of the workers. I slowly shook my head and I found it difficult to admit that I had no feelings for Tweener. It sort of hurt in a way. I had to take another drink of my lemonade.

"Oh come on you can tell me so I know which one to stay away from." She said slyly.

I sucked back a piece of the ice and choke as it slid down my throat. Suddenly I didn't mind so much if I was being professional if she started hitting on Tweener. I bit the inside of my cheek.

"The younger looking one." I said shyly.

Jeannette's eyes instantly perked up and she realized who I was talking about. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She crossed her legs and wiggled her foot back and forth.

"Yes he's cute, but I need a man in my life not a boy."

I raised my eyebrow at her. Tweener was plenty of man for me, and I thought about telling her that she would be lucky to find any man for her life. Instead, I put on a fake smile.

"Are you going to tell me which one of my guys you have your eye on?" I asked playfully.

Jeannette smiled wickedly about me and opened her mouth to say something, but right at that moment the garage door opened and one of the guys walked in. Jeannette looked over at him and gave a flirtatious smile, so naturally I had to turn around to see who she was looking at. My smile slowly faded when I saw Tbag standing in the doorway. What was he doing in here? He slowly moved over to the room where we were sitting an Jeannette quickly stood up to find another chair. Tbag stepped closer to me.

"What are you doing in here?" I hissed.

Tbag only grinned and twirled a piece of my hair in between his fingers. I kept on staring at him waiting for an answer while Jeannette was pouring another glass of lemonade.

"Laneykins, I am unable to dig because of my predicament so I wanted to remain helpful and assist you and our beautiful miss."

I rolled my eyes and annoyingly took another sip of my lemonade. Tbag chuckled and moved to sit in Jeannette's old seat. She quickly returned bringing another chair and drink with her.

"Why hello there? Why wouldn't you be working?"

Tbag lifted his dead hand in the air and waved it around a little. I had to hide my laugh at looking at Jeannette nearly being sick.

"Union rules, I am only allowed so long of work before I have to sit out," he lied perfectly.

God, why couldn't I find lying as easy as Tbag did? He whipped out lies like it was his job, which most of the time it was. Jeannette started nodding her head like she believed every word and every union rule that he was spitting out. Jeannette seductively leaned forward and offered to pour some of her alcohol into Tbag's lemonade (tramp!). I saw Tbag's eyes flicker over to me briefly before allowing to her to pour a tad bit of alcohol into his drink. Tbag brought the glass up to his nose and inhaled the scent and I noticed his eyes roll into the back of his head before swallowing most of it. He gave us all fair warning that alcohol tended to make him ill-tempered (great). Tbag continued to dazzle Jeannette with his whole life story, or rather his made up life story. Part of me thought that he enjoyed making up his own story because it allowed him to be somebody different. He said something that made Jeannette laugh and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth.

"Madame is that Angel perfume you are wearing?"

I was staring at Tbag with nothing short of a befuddled look. How did he even know what that perfume was called when he recognized the scent? Jeannette stared at him with an impressed look and rested her hand on her neck. Tbag rolled his eyes in the back of his head.

"Why yes is it? Did you have an ex that wore that scent? Good or bad memories?" she whispered.

I leaned forward a little in my chair waiting to hear what Tbag's answer was. I had no doubt that he was thinking back to Susan.

"Both kind of memories," he whispered. "After her children would go to bed, I would uh..watch her evening routine."

I suddenly had this annoying itch on my knee. I kept scratching and scratching at him, but it wouldn't go away.

"She would uh… take a bath put on her lotions and perfumes. There was this one spot on the back of her neck that she needed my help getting."

Jeannette's head rolled back in her chair and it was like she was fantasizing about the whole thing. I rolled my eyes and scratched that spot on my knee a little harder. Tbag stood up and slowly started walking over to Jeannette like he was going to show her that spot on her neck. I shut my eyes so I wouldn't have to witness it, but to my surprise Tbag's fingers slowly brushed the back of my neck. My eyes shot open and I let out a little gasp. I really didn't want him touching me, but I couldn't make myself tell him to stop. Some supervisor I was. Tbag finally stopped touching me and made his way back to his seat. He was grinning at me, but I was avoiding all eye contact. I really couldn't take much more of this story, and luckily I wouldn't have to because Michael came bolting through the door. Tbag looked rather annoyed and I looked hopeful at walk Michael had to say.

"Sorry for interrupting I was just making sure everything was alright in here." He said.

What he really meant was he wanted to make sure that Tbag hadn't already killed me off and was making his way with Jeannette. I tried to hide my grin from Michael at seeing how paranoid he was about this whole situation.

"That's a little strange that you were checking up on your supervisor." Jeannette said suspiciously.

I had to take a drink of lemonade to keep from laughing right there. The look on both Michael and Tbag's face when she called them out was priceless. Hey in my opinion it was their own fault for making me be a part of this. Michael put his hand behind his head and started rubbing the back of his neck.

"My apologies, I was coming for Theodore to lend an extra hand because one of our workers has to run to town to get some more supplies."

Tbag quickly stood up to go back to the garage with Michael.

"Who are you sending?" I blurted out.

I could tell Michael didn't want to tell me. It made me want to know even more. He even glanced over to Tbag uncertainly before answering me.

"David." He muttered not wanting to say Tweener.

My Tweener! My eyes instantly perked up and that was what Michael was afraid of. I stood up confidently and drank the rest of my lemonade before handing the glass over to Jeannette.

"A supervisor should really go with him, and since you don't need me around in the garage." I said mockingly.

That was the last thing that Michael ever wanted me to say. And the best part was that he couldn't tell me no because I was his supervisor in this little game. I giddily moved away from Jeannette and started moving towards the garage. Tbag was clenching his fists at his sides and if this were any other situation he probably would have punched me or something. I moved into the garage and the others were looking at me curiously. They knew I was supposed to be inside. Tweener was standing by the door looking at me with a smile. I started to approach him.

"She said she wants a supervisor to go with him." Michael said solemnly.

I just didn't understand why they didn't trust Tweener and I together so much. I mean I understood because I was an undercover agent trying to bust them on their escape, and Tweener ratted them out to Bellick, but we had been out for a while now. It was time to get over it. I looked over to Abruzzi to see if he trusted me enough, and he slowly nodded his head and signaled for me to go. I gave him a grateful smile and moved quickly over to Tweener before they all changed their mind. Hand in hand we made our way to the car.