A/N: Yay Summer is here! =) I can't believe chapter 30 is up already, and I personally am excited for this point in the story, and I hope you guys are too! Thanks to all who have read and reviewed my work, you guys have no idea how much it means to me. Anyway, enough of my speech... enjoy =)

I kept my arms wrapped securely around Tweener afraid that if I let go I was going to lose him again. He wrapped one of his arms tightly around my waist and kissed me a few times on my forehead. Even though he was trying to hide it, I could feel him trembling and I figured that Mahone must have scared the shit out of him. Mahone scared the shit out of me so I imagined that he terrified Tweener. My eyes flickered over to Tbag and he was looking at me with a frustrated glare. If I had to guess I would say that he was hoping Tweener didn't come back so he could take me with him. The thought made me rest my head against Tweener's chest in an awkward way. Now that they were both around, I was going to have to sort out these feelings.

"How did you get away man?" asked C-note curiously.

"Check it, I don't even know. One minute I am walking up to this door of a friend of mine getting ready to turn myself in, and Michael is standing the doorway. I ripped the microphone from my chest and took off sprinting."

I looked over to Michael and started to feel slightly embarrassed and grateful. I felt bad for screaming at all of the guys earlier, especially Michael. I knew how much he hated to feel guilty over things, but it motivated him to save Tweener and that is something I will never forget. Michael only smiled and nodded his head at me, and I mouthed a quick thank you. Tweener's hand around my waist gave me a playful poke, and I grinned looking up at him.

"Hey wait a second…. Who is this friend you went to see?" I asked playfully.

It worried me a little that the color started to drain from Tweener's face. It made me even more curious to find out who this person was. I broke out of Tweener's hold and folded my arms across my chest.

"No one, they were just somebody I shared a ride with to Utah."

"Calm down Laney, it's not like it was some woman," said Abruzzi with a smile.

I smiled back at Abruzzi until I saw Tweener drop his gaze to the floor.

"It was a woman wasn't it!" I accused.

"I just met her in St. Louis, and she wanted a riding buddy to Utah." Tweener explained.

"Is that what they are calling it these days? A 'riding buddy'." Said Tbag.

I raised my eyebrows at the thought that there was something he wasn't telling me. Tweener gave Tbag a hateful glare for butting in to the conversation.

"Nothing happened Laney I swear. We just had to stay a couple of nights in a motel."

My fingernails were slicing into the skin in my palm. I didn't know who this woman was, but right now I really wanted to punch her a few times. I realize that it really wasn't Tweener's fault, but I couldn't stop myself from being angry. I was angry and jealous that this woman was getting to spend time with Tweener when I have had very little time.

"People say nothing happened first when they usually have something to hide," threatened Tbag.

I looked over to Tbag, and he winked at me. Tweener was giving him a look that could kill. I knew that Tbag was just trying to cause trouble, but it still hurt to think that Tweener could ever be with someone else. Tweener slowly reached out for my hand.

"Laney, please."

I gave him my best attempt at a smile.

"I'm going to go check on the other women." I said not wanting to refer to them as hostages.

Tweener release my hand defeated and turned to walk away from him. I just needed a few minutes to calm myself down. The others were all looking at me with worried looks except for Tbag who was smiling proudly. As I neared the door, I was roughly grabbed around the waist and my back was pulled into someone's chest. I heard the click of a gun as the barrel was pressed against my head. The others were staring wide eyed as Sucre held me at gunpoint.

"What the hell are you doing?" snapped C-note.

"I want the money." He hissed. "All of it."

I struggled against his hold, but he only gripped me tighter and pushed the gun further into my head.

"There is only one of you, how do you plan on stopping all of us?" asked Abruzzi.

Sucre took his free hand and punched me right in my bad shoulder. I let out shriek of pain and could feel the tears stinging my eyes. Sucre proved his point because when he punched me the others moved into defensive mode. Tbag and Tweener both were ready to rip out Sucre's throat.

"I don't have to take you all on because you won't dare as long as I have her. Now hand me the damn bag!"

Michael was quick in handing over the bag of money to Sucre. A little too quick in my opinion. Sucre started moving towards the door leading to the outside, and he was pulling me along with him. The others watched with hatred as Sucre shoved me to the ground and quickly ran away. Abruzzi and C-note followed Sucre outside while Tweener helped me to my feet. I would have to explain to him later what happened to my shoulder. Tbag looked as if he could cry. Abruzzi and C-note came back into the garage with disappointed looks on their faces because Sucre had vanished with the money. We all remained standing in the garage shocked at what had just happened. I couldn't believe that Sucre would just take all the money for himself because that just wasn't like his personality. I tightened my grip around Tweener's hand.

"Well, this is just great." Seethed Tbag.

Everyone turned and glared at him. We were all aware of the badness of the situation and didn't need him to remind us.

"What are we going to do now?" asked C-note.

Michael put his hands over his head trying to think of a plan.

"Let's go back inside and come up with something to get that money back," suggested Abruzzi.

Everyone agreed and started moving towards the house. I didn't want to say anything right now, but we were also going to have to figure out some way to deal with Jeannette and her daughter. I let go of Tweener's hand as we moved towards the house, but I noticed that Tbag wasn't moving. He had a concerned look on his face so I decided to stay back with him to see what was bothering him. Tweener wanted me to come in the house, but I kissed him on the cheek and told him to go ahead. At first Tbag didn't see me because he was staring at the floor clenching and unclenching his fists.

"Everything ok, T?" I asked.

His head snapped up in my direction and he punched me right in the face. I grunted in pain as I went crashing to the floor. I landed on my ass and looked at Tbag with my now throbbing face. What the hell did he do that for? I was only trying to make sure he was alright. He was staring down at me with rage, and he was standing defensively in front of one of the bags. I first thought he was angry with me for Tweener being back, but I glanced towards the bag and my eyes widened when I saw money sticking out of it. Tbag was the one swindling all of us; Sucre didn't have the money, he did. Tbag realized what I was staring at and emitted a low growl.

"I wish you hadn't seen that Laneykins."

I sensed what was coming and pulled myself to my feet and Tbag lunged at me. I started moving towards the door to the house to call out to Tweener, but Tbag stuffed his dead hand into my mouth. He used his other arm and wrapped it around my waist and started yanking me backwards. I kicked against him and struggled left and right until I was out of his grasp. I stood my ground and Tbag stalked around me. If he actually thought he could fight me with one hand he had another thing coming. I was trained by the FBI dammit. He lunged at me, and I tried to kick his legs so he would fall over on his face. When he was in my eye sight I swung my arm to punch him, but I instead let out a small whimper at the searing pain shooting through my shoulder. Apparently, I was only going to be able to fight with one hand too. Thanks a lot John.

Tbag jumped in the air and tackled me to the ground. He put all of his weight on my hips so as much as I kicked against him I wasn't going anywhere. He wrapped his hand around my throat and started to squeeze. Everything around me started to get fuzzy. I moved my arms like crazy around the floor trying to find anything to pick up. I opened my mouth to try and catch my breath, but it only constricted my airflow more. My eyes were starting to water and I was for sure that I was going to get killed by Tbag. He finally released my throat and my chest heaved heavily trying to get a breath. Tbag growled again and backhanded me across the face. And he did it again. And again. And again. And again.

I was just barely conscious enough to function when Tbag finally got off of me. My eyes followed him across the room as he lifted the bag of money. He whipped it over his shoulder and started to stalk towards me once again. He quickly grabbed a hold of my hair and forced me onto my feet. I could barely stand and had to rest my body against Tbag. He held onto me firmly and started dragging me outside. I tried to struggle and fight against him but it proved useless. My only hope was that I would be able to slow him down enough that the others could catch him. To my disappointment, Tbag wasn't planning on running. He started to make his way towards a car. I started to panic and began to call out for Tweener. Tbag growled and started picking up his pace to the car. This was absolute bull shit, I thought I was going to lose Tweener, and I finally get him back and now was being taken from him.

I was so annoyed that I found my second wind and started fighting Tbag. He was getting annoyed with me and hurried over to the car. I opened my mouth to let out a scream or two. Tbag clenched the back of my head and slammed me face first into the window of the car. My blood smeared across the glass as I fell to the ground. He quickly put the bag of money into the seat of the car, and while he was distracted I attempted to crawl away. A hand wrapped itself around my waist and lifted me into the air. I frantically thrashed my feet about in one final attempt. Tbag already had the trunk of the car open and was trying to force me inside. My back hit the carpet of the trunk and my arms were still flailing about. Tears were streaming down my face and I looked up to Tbag trying to plead my way out of this.

"Please T." I whimpered.

I could see his eyes suddenly change to regret and he slightly loosened his grip. But only briefly.

"I'm sorry."

He tightened his grip on me once again and raised his hand in the air. It only took one blow to my head before everything went black.