We were all just standing there panicked. Tbag pulled Jeannette away from the door and were hiding under the stairs. The others followed suit, and found other places to hide. I was just standing in the middle of the room staring wide eyed at the door. It opened and a young looking woman wearing a police uniform came strolling through the door. She hadn't set eyes on me yet.

"Mom, are you here?" she called out.

Mom? Oh God, she must be Jeannette's daughter, and in fact she probably lived here. The house was plenty big enough. Once she was completely in the house, she turned her body and came face to face with me. She was standing there with equally as wide of eyes as I was, and for a moment neither of us tried to move. It didn't take her long though before she pulled out her gun and pointed in right at me. I let out a panicked shriek and put my hands up in surrender. She started shouting at me not to move and asked me what the hell I was doing here? I turned my eyes away from her briefly when I saw Lincoln slowly walking up behind her. She noticed my being distracted and took a swing back at Lincoln, but he was too fast and grabbed her by the arm making her drop the gun. It slid across the floor and I made a move for it. It was right at my feet and I knelt down to pick it up, but Abruzzi grabbed me by the back of my hair and yanked me backwards. I stumbled a bit and gave him a confused look. I started to walk towards the gun again, but he blocked my path and when I tried to push past him but he was quicker and took out the knife he was hiding and rammed it into my shoulder.

I screamed out and stumbled back against the wall. A searing pain was shaking through my entire body and I could see the blood stain soaking on my shirt. What freaked me out the most was that the blade was still sticking out of my shoulder. I sank to the ground and was trying to catch my breath. The others were all staring at me with shocked faces. I was wondering why they all weren't staring at Abruzzi, he was the one that did this. Jeannette and her daughter were looking on equally as surprised. If they so easily could hurt me when I was with them, then they were seriously in danger.

Tbag dragged Jeannette over to one of the chairs with her kicking and screaming the entire way. Once he placed her in the chair, he ripped the phone cord right from the console and tied her hands together and found something to gag her mouth. Her daughter quickly followed suit. Tbag stole a glance in my direction, and I could tell he thought about tying me up, but at this point I couldn't move a muscle. Every breath I took caused the knife in my arm to throb with pain. Michael walked over to me and knelt down so he was at my eye level. I turned my gaze away from him because I couldn't stomach to look at him.

"Are you alright?" he whispered.

"What the fuck do you think?" I spat without looking at him.

"You don't have to believe me, but I promise you that I didn't want this to happen." He tried to explain.

I was trying to fight back the tears forming in my eyes. He just didn't get it did he. Yes, I was upset that once again Tweener was in a problematic situation because of these guys, but I was more afraid than anything. And I felt guilty that I had left Tweener to suffer alone. We were supposed to go through things together and I abandoned him.

"You know what I think about Mahone, and if anything happens to him I can't continue this journey with you Michael." I threatened. "If he goes down, then you all are going down."

Michael didn't say anything but let out a frustrated sigh. I was starting to feel a little lightheaded from the blood loss.

"What do you want me to do about it Laney?"

"I want you to fix it. You would do it for your brother or Sara because you love them. Well, I know how you feel because I love Tweener."

I knew it was probably a low blow bringing up Sara to try and guilt trip Michael, but I was desperate at this point. Every second we wasted here was the more that we put Tweener at risk. I turned my face back to Michael and gave him my biggest puppy dog eyes. He looked at me, but didn't say anything. He stood up and walked over to his brother. He said that the knife was going to have to be removed from my shoulder. No shit Sherlock. Michael then turned his attention to Jeannette and his daughter.

"This probably doesn't mean anything, but I am sorry that this is happening. Just give us an hour or two to find the money and we will be out of here."

I rolled my eyes. When it was all said and done the only thing that mattered was the money. Michael needed to speak with his brother alone, but he told the others to quickly get to work in digging out that money. The others started moving back into the garage, and Sucre volunteered to stay in and keep an eye on the hostages. Tbag also stayed behind briefly, but his eyes alone were resting on me. He moved into the kitchen and grabbed two towels, rinsing one of them under the water. I suddenly became slightly apprehensive when he approached me.

"That knife has got to come out," he said.

My whole body tensed up. I wasn't really sure if I wanted Tbag to touch my wound and make sure that he didn't do more damage. But at this point, I couldn't try to move away from him even if I tried. He knelt down beside me and wrapped the wet towel around my wound causing me to cry out. My heart was starting to pound harder.

"Does this bring back memories Laneykins? Although, I do recall last time I was putting the knife in as opposed to taking it out."

I gave him a glare but I didn't have the energy to try and hit him or move away. The towel was wrapped snuggly around my wound and Tbag took his hand and wrapped it around the handle of the knife. He told me to brace myself because this was going to hurt. I tensed up my body and gritted my teeth, and Tbag pulled the knife right out of my body. Needless to say, I let out a pretty loud scream. My feet were thrashing around wildly on the ground as Tbag held the bloodied knife. My chest was throbbing and the blood was pouring profusely. Tbag clenched the wet towel around my wound, and was getting ready to switch over to the dry towel. He told me that he wanted me to hold the towel in place so he could find some bandages. I nodded my head and we quickly made the switch. I was heavily breathing in and out as I held the towel in place.

Tbag stood up and moved through the house trying to find some bandages. My eyes followed his every move and I suddenly felt nauseous. I would have felt really bad for throwing up all over Jeannette's floor after everything she is going through so I tried to hold it in. Tbag returned with some tape to wrap around the towel. I had to sit up off the wall a little bit and a few tears escaped my eyes as I let out a gasp. Tbag pulled the tape open with his teeth and then gave me a funny look.

"You're going to need to take your shirt off," he said biting his lip.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Of course he was going to have to take my shirt off. I titled my head upward to look at the ceiling and Tbag started working my shirt up. We realized that we were going to run into problems when I wasn't going to be able to lift my arm into the air. Tbag reached his own solution by ripping my shirt right off my back. My face turned red as Tbag started wrapping the tape around the towel. I was surprised at seeing him keep his eyes focused on my wound rather than….well other places. Once the towel was firmly in place, Tbag helped me to my feet. I was about ready to thank him when he smacked me hard across the face. It made me stumble back against the wall. He lunged forward and grabbed my face squishing my cheeks together.

"That little stunt nearly cost us the money, and I heard you threaten to turn us in if the kid goes down."

He leaned in very close so our noses were practically touching.

"I do not intend on going back to Fox River, and I will stop anyone that tries to get in my way. And that includes someone as precious as you."

He asked me if I understood him, and angrily nodded my head. I jerked out of his grip, which caused pain to surge through my shoulder. I moved away from him, and tried with all of might not to move my shoulder as I walked through the house towards the garage. The others were busy at work in the garage, and they weren't too pleased to see me. I stumbled way over to one of the empty buckets so I could rest on it. Abruzzi was staring right at me, and I gave him my most hateful glare for stabbing me, but he only grinned.