I opened my mouth in shock and Bellick looked so mad that he was starting to shake. I thought at one point he was going to roar. I figured he would start beating Tbag senseless, but he released him and started making his way towards me. I attempted to back away but he grabbed ahold of my arm and hoisted me up to my feet. I didn't even have time to call out to Tbag before he was dragging me away towards the bathroom. I resisted but he threw me inside and then slammed the door shut. I hurried over to the door and pressed my ear up to it trying to find out what was going on.

Bellick was furious and I could hear him shouting at Geary and I just hoped that he wasn't going to seriously hurt Tbag. I kept listening and for a while everything became silent. I heard the front door open and then close. I quickly backed away from the door when I heard footsteps getting closer. Bellick opened the door and pushed Tbag inside before slamming the door shut once again. Tbag and I were just silently staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

I tried to give him a reassuring smile but it was a weak one. He sure didn't look happy that he had to eat the key, but at least it was better than them getting it. Very slowly, I started moving my way towards him. He didn't move an inch and kept his eyes glued on mine. Once I reached him I started to extend my hand out to where he was standing. His body flinched slightly as I touched his cheek gently with my fingers. I tried to wipe some of the blood off of his face.

"Are you doing ok?"

He didn't say anything for a long time. But I never moved my hand from his face and he never pushed me away. I took another step closer to him trying to test the boundaries.

"How are you doing?" he finally said.

I gave him a small smile at hearing his voice but he turned his head to the side forcing me to drop my hand. Why did he ask if he really didn't want to know? It was like he was angry at me for something but I didn't do anything, and in fact I helped him make sure that Bellick and Geary didn't get their hands on that key. If anything he could at least act a little grateful. Now I was frustrated and I turned my back on him not wanting to answer his question. I knew what he was thinking. This was my entire fault and he was going to punish me for it.

"I know what you are thinking." I spat. "This. Is. Not. My. Fault."

He smirked at me and walked over to the sink to check out his injuries. I just glared at him the whole way. I folded my arms over my chest and turned the opposite direction so I wouldn't have to look at him. It was childish, I know but at the moment I was too angry and hurt to care.

"So you will get your money, and then I want you to call the police on Tbag, but let me go." Tbag said in a girlish voice mocking me.

My eyes widened and I turned back to face him. I had no idea that he could hear me when I had said that. Guilt started to wash over me and no wonder Tbag was angry. He thought I was abandoning him.

"One thing I don't understand sweet Laneykins, is how you always preach about being a federal agent, but you either never fight or you lose a fight. Didn't you have proper training?"

How dare he! I was fuming. Who was he to presume he knew anything about my training, and why that would have anything to do with my ability to fight. He was turned around so he was facing me and he was grinning at me clearly aware that he was pushing my buttons.

"I do not preach about being in the FBI. In case you haven't noticed I sort of gave up that life when I decided to follow a bunch of escape convicts." I spat.

He waved his hand in the air like that didn't matter.

"Your fighting skills still suck for an agent."

I growled at him.

"My fighting skills are fine. It is sort of hard to fight when you have a stab wound in your shoulder. Surely, you can relate seeing as how Abruzzi cut off your hand."

I knew that was too far the moment it left my mouth, but I couldn't take it back now. His eyes masked over with rage and he stormed over to where I was standing. I defensively started to back up. He pushed me up against the wall and held his hand up to my throat.

"I may be at more of a disadvantage now, but I assure you that I can still fight with the best of them. Even when your shoulder wasn't injured, I could still kick your ass."

"I don't like to fight." I began to explain. "I don't like to hurt people unless it's absolutely necessary. If not I would have come after you a long time ago."

He snorted like he doubted I could take him in a fight, and a part of me really wanted to take him down and prove him wrong, but I stayed where I was.

"A federal agent tracking down escaped convicts who doesn't like to fight." Tbag mocked.

I pushed him away from me.

"It wasn't my choice to be a federal agent!" I admitted.

Now I had his full attention and he released his hold on my throat. He backed up a few paces and folded his arms across his chest waiting for me to explain. Well sorry to disappoint, but I just said what I said because he was pushing me. Of course it was my choice to become a federal agent, and that is why I became one. I dropped my eyes to the floor just wishing that we could drop this conversation and talk about something, no anything else. I heard his feet shuffling across the floor and I knew that he was approaching me. I kept my eyes locked on the floor and Tbag reached out his good hand guiding my chin upwards to look at his face.

"Can I ask you something?"

I wanted to tell him to go to Hell, but I just kept my mouth shut. Surely whatever he wanted to ask me couldn't be any worse than what we were already discussing. I just kept staring at waiting for him to ask his question, but it was like he was trying to find the strength to ask it. It was like he was trying to understand a concept he couldn't quite grasp the way he had his eyebrows knitted together and the frown on his face.

"Earlier, when we were sitting in the car." he began. "You mentioned that with your new dress and the flowers you thought, what did you mean by that?"

My eyes widened just slightly. Apparently, the conversation could get worse than it had already been. I was trying to avoid eye contact and attempting to come up with any sort of lie.

"I... I just thought..." I started but couldn't think of anything to say. We both opened our mouths to say something, but at the same time the bathroom door burst open.

Bellick and Geary came storming into the small bathroom pushing me and Tbag closer together. I caught his scent and even though it was mixed with blood I couldn't help but smile at it. Geary had this bag in his hand and it looked like he bought the entire store, there was so much stuff in there. Bellick was grinning at me almost like he had caused me some sort of misery and he was thoroughly enjoying it. It made me uncomfortable.

"There is only one way we are going to get that key now," he said darkly. "Laney take off his pants."

Excuse me? He wanted me to take his pants off. I turned around to glare at him, which only made him laugh. I turned back around to face Tbag to see him grinning at me as well. Of course, he was enjoying himself watching me struggle. I narrowed my eyes and folded my arms across my chest.

"Why do I have to do it? If you want them off so badly, then you do it."

Bellick smirked at me as if trying to find the humor in my joke. He took a step closer in a threatening manner and I held my ground clenching my fists at my sides. I was not, I repeat was not, going to take off Tbag's pants.

"I am not going anywhere near that area, so you have to do it." he said again.

"But why would I want to do anything to help you? I gave the key to him in the first place."

Bellick just grinned at me like he wasn't fazed. I glanced back over at Tbag who had furrowed his brow at Bellick as if he was trying to make a point that I would always choose him over Bellick. Bellick moved forward and pushed me out of the way. He grabbed a hold of Tbag's arms and taped them behind his back and set a bowl into the toilet at the other end of the room. He ordered Geary to strip him of his pants and do it quickly because he was losing patience. Geary looked hesitant but strolled over to Tbag and began undoing his trousers. I had to turn my head in the other direction and forced my eyes shut.

I could feel my face starting to heat up in embarrassment and I hoped that I wouldn't see any 'parts'. I only opened my eyes when I heard something sitting down on the toilet and indeed they had Tbag strapped down to the toilet. I was trying to keep my eyes on his face. Bellick was going through the different sacks trying to find something that would make Tbag take care of his business. They settled on a can of chew. The stuff looked disgusting as Bellick gathered a lump onto his fingers and shoved it into Tbag's mouth. My throat dried out at the thought of how bad that must have tasted.

Peices of the chew were dripping out of Tbag's mouth and I chewed on the inside of my lip trying to block the disgusting feeling out of my mouth. Bellick laughed at how pathetic Tbag looked and stormed out of the bathroom with Geary right on his heels. They shut the door effectively leaving me alone with Tbag once again. I lifted my eyes to look at him and he was glaring back at me. I moved closer to him and dropped to my knees right in front of him.

It probably wasn't the smartest idea considering he was wearing any pants. I lifted up my hands and tried to remove some of the chew off of his face and simultaneously some of the blood. He was glaring at me and when I tried to say something to diffuse the tension he spat most of the chew into my face. I gasped and brought my hands up to cover my face. He turned his face in the other direction and was refusing to even acknowledge me.

I stood back up and tried to wipe the muck off of my face as much as I could. I stared at Tbag trying to think of something to say but I just ended up storming out of the bathroom leaving Tbag alone. Bellick and Geary both lifted their heads to look at me as I slammed the door behind me but I just ignored them. I stormed into the kitchen and stood over the sink. My hands were shaking at my sides as the anger surged through me. I did care about Tbag, I really did, but right now I didn't want to be anywhere near that man. He had absolutely no right to be treating me this way after everything that I did for him. I tried to wipe everything off of my face, but the chew just ended up smearing around my cheek. I looked over at Bellick and Geary who were both grinning at me.

"Trouble in love city?" Bellick mocked.

I glared at him and turned my back so I wouldn't have to face him and folded my arms across my chest.

"We aren't in love city." I spat. "But thanks to you he is angry with me and showed it by spitting in my face."

I think Geary laughed out loud. I clenched my fingers into my arms to keep from screaming at him.

"Why are you even with him? I figured you would be running around the country with Tweener?"

"What do think, that I broke up with Tweener because I'm head over heels for Tbag?"

I smiled at their silence.

"Most of us were in Utah looking for the money, and I found out that Tbag was going to take off with all of the money for himself."

Like that should surprise anyone.

"At first I think he wanted to just kill me and be done with it, but something was holding him back. So, he took me."

"Why wouldn't he just kill you?" Bellick asked.

"Our relationship is...complicated."

I didn't even want to turn around and see the looks on their faces. That probably sounded so stupid because we weren't together, but I couldn't think of any other way to describe it. I needed the attention off of me.

"Can I ask you a question, when did you two become bounty hunters?"

"Well, thanks to you lot, I got sacked after serving all of my time at Fox River. They blamed me for the escape."

"I'm sure it had nothing to do with you making deals with the inmates for money." I snorted.

"Talk talk talk Laney. You turned your back on the Feds. I'd say that is worse than getting money from a bunch of cons."

I had to shut my eyes after that one. It was hard to remember sometimes in the midst of everything going on that I was supposed to stop them from escaping and that I would probably face jail time if I got caught. I couldn't even remember the last time I had even thought about my father. I wiped a finger across my eye when a pained grunt came out of the bathroom. My head shot up in the direction towards Tbag and Bellick charged towards the door.

Geary and I followed behind and peered into the door where Tbag was doubled over. His face was bright red and his entire body was trembling. He looked like he was in severe pain and grunted once more and the key pushed out of his system. I had to turn away from the scene and try to make my mind go someplace else. He was panting heavy breaths and Bellick and Geary moved further into the bathroom, but I stayed put. Bellick threw Tbag backwards so he was sitting upright and started to untie his hands. Geary reached down and grabbed the bowl underneath before rushing out of the bathroom.

I stood frozen to the exact same spot. When Tbag sat back up we made quick eye contact, but I had to avert my gaze. Bellick pulled Tbag up from the seat and shouted at him to pull him pants back up in the presence of a lady. I could feel my cheeks starting to burn. Geary had the water running and was running it through the bowl while Bellick was dragging Tbag out of the bathroom. I was just standing there like an idiot terrified of what was going to happen. Now that they had their hands on the key, what was going to happen to us?

There was this heater up against the wall in the living room where Bellick took Tbag to and handcuffed him to one of the bars on the inside. I was still standing in the same spot just staring at him trying to think of anything I could do. I wished that Bellick could just take the key and leave us alone, but I knew that would never happen. I heard the water stop running and Geary came into view with a smug grin on his face holding the key in his hands. A change came over Bellick's face and it was a menacing look. He marched over to me with that same look and grabbed me by the elbow. I tried pulling against him, but his big meaty arm wouldn't let go.

"Come on Geary let's get out of here before we get busted."

Geary snorted like he knew some inside joke and I looked over to Tbag confused. He was too busy glaring daggers at Bellick to notice me. Bellick was grinning back at Tbag and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and I didn't have to see it to know that he was dialing 911.

"Wait Bellick no please don't do this!" I said fighting to get out of his grip.

"Now, now Laney this was a part of our deal. When we got the key we would call the cops on this scum. I never break my word."

Geary came to stand by me and wrapped his hand around my mouth when a voice came on the other line of the phone.

"Yes I would like to report some suspicious activity can you trace this call and come check it out please." he said pathetically and set the phone on the ground leaving the line open.

I bit onto one of Geary's fingers making him release me and I made a move towards Tbag. I nearly reached him when Bellick pulled out his hidden gun and pointed it right between my eyes. I stopped and my breath hitched in my throat. I did have to wonder why he waited until now to use his gun when he could have used it to get the key in the first place. I had my hands up in the air and started to back away from Tbag. Bellick smirked winningly and grabbed my elbow and started dragging me out of the house with the gun digging into my back.

Tbag was shouting out at Bellick and pulling on those plastic cuffs with all of his might (now he knew how it felt to be cuffed with those things and be stuck). It was also his unlucky day because they handcuffed his dead hand and couldn't move it around to help. I turned my head over my shoulder to look at him and mouthed I'm sorry before Bellick pulled me out the door. The police sirens could be heard in the distance and for some reason I wasn't concerned with my own safety. I feared that I was never going to see Tbag again.