A/N: Guess who got her computer fixed?! Yep that's right...a genius completely fixed my computer and was even able to recover all of my files! So, of course I had to update a chapter for all you guys being so patient. It has been a while, but I hope you enjoy =)

Geary drove the car back down the road while Bellick sat in the back seat with the gun still pointed at me. I guess they didn't trust me or something. It had crossed my mind once or twice that I could probably out maneuver Bellick and get the gun from him, but then what would be the point?

I had nowhere to go: Tbag was probably apprehended by Mahone and killed (the thought made my stomach flip), and I had no idea where Michael and the others were. My only hope for now was to just play along with these two morons and possibly get the money out of it.

I had my arms folded across my chest and was staring out of the window. I heard Bellick's heavy breathing and I was slightly fearful and also quite amused at the thought that he could send himself into cardio arrest after all of the fighting.

"So what exactly do you plan on doing with me?" I asked sharply. "You could have just let me get apprehended by the police."

"I have special plans for you. We are taking you directly to your father and Agent Mahone himself."

My stomach dropped. These two really did want to torture me. I didn't want to face my father after everything I had put him through, and Mahone would probably kill me if he saw me. I was a disgrace to the FBI and they never wanted to see my face again. Well, they only wanted to see my face long enough to put me behind bars.

Geary turned off of the main road and we were pulling back into that same old town that Tbag and I had left just a few hours earlier. I pretended not to know where we were going, but we all knew that they needed to go to the train station. Maybe I would luck out and they wouldn't be able to find the locker or use the key to get the money.

Geary quickly parked the car and opened the door on my side. I sat in the same position glaring up at him, and only moved when Bellick jammed his gun into my side. The three of us walked together into the train station and it was buzzing with people. Hopefully nobody recognized who I was, or maybe I was hoping to get recognized. Bellick and Geary easily found the lockers and matched the number to the key.

Bellick handed Geary his gun while he slipped the key into the lock. I guess a small part of me was hoping that Tbag had stumped everyone once again and the money wasn't in there. My face fell when I saw that same old back pack. Bellick unzipped the top part of the bag and pulled out a few free bills. He turned and grinned to Geary giving me a smug smirk along with it. They quickly grabbed onto the bag and started exiting the train station.

We exited and started walking back towards the car when Geary retrieved the gun. I first thought he was going to return it to Bellick, and I had to admit that my heart started racing just a little at seeing the gun. If they changed their minds and wanted to shoot I was pretty defenseless. Geary did have a determined look on his face as he held onto the gun tighter, but I was not the intended target. Bellick collapsed onto the ground with blood seeping out of his head as Geary beat him over the head with the gun.

My whole body went tense as Geary moved for the bag of money like he wasn't even fazed by what had happened. Bellick was completely motionless and Geary threw the bag around his shoulder. He turned to look at me and gestured for me to get in the car. I followed and stepped around Bellick to get into the front seat. He did deserve what he got but I never thought Geary would actually do something like that.

The car ride was a silent one. There wasn't much that needed to be said after everything that had happened. The sun was starting to go down and I had no idea if Geary was planning to drive all the way back to Chicago. I needed to figure something out before that happened.

"Was that your plan all along?" I asked breaking the silence without taking a glance over to Geary.

"Don't try and act like you feel bad, Laney. We all hated Bellick. The way I see it that was payback for getting me fired."

I smirked to myself at the memory of the day Geary was 'released' from Fox River. He actually believed that it was Bellick who snitched on him. I figured telling the truth for once couldn't make matters any worse than they already were.

"Bellick didn't get you fired." I admitted.

I could feel the car start to speed up slightly. Geary had immediately tensed up and I hoped that he wouldn't try to run us off the road out of rage for what we did.

"You were selling off Michael's cell and that cell was essential to their escape."

I still had to refer to it as their escape so I wouldn't have to admit my involvement out loud.

"It really pissed the guys off when you took their money and that watch but wasn't willing to give them the cell."

I stole a glance over in Geary's direction and he was glaring daggers at me. I was wondering how he was driving so well with his eyes off of the road for so long.

"Michael's burn on his shoulder was an accident, but the truth couldn't be revealed without revealing the escape so they planted the evidence in your locker to make it look like inmate brutality. The stolen watch only helped sealed your fate."

"You know if you were going to try and convince me that you shouldn't be arrested you started off terribly," he said almost like he was joking. "Damn Laney, I thought you were one of the good guys."

"I was….I still am a good person."

"Then why does it sound so pathetic as you try to convince yourself?" Geary asked with a smirk.

My silence was the perfect answer. Surely people didn't think I was some horrible human being that didn't deserve to live. That they thought I was someone as evil as Tbag. Was there no one that would even try to attempt to understand why I didn't try harder to stop them from escaping?

"I'm sorry you got fired." I said quietly.

"Ehhh, don't be.. I truly hated that joint. I couldn't stand to be around those bastards day after day. Stealing their most precious belongings made my days more entertaining."

Alright, I felt slightly less sorry after that confession, but at least he wasn't going to hold a grudge against me. We fell back into silence as it turned completely dark. My body was hit with the fatigue of the events from the day and it was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open.

"It's been a long day, why don't we find some place to stay for the night." Geary suggested.

My eyes shot open and my head started pounding. Did Geary just imply that he wanted us to get a hotel room? Together?! I couldn't open my mouth to say anything, hell I couldn't even look at him right now. He wasn't waiting for my permission though as he turned off the main road in search for a hotel. The money in the bag gave him a new list of expectations and he wasn't going to just settle for any hotel.

My eyes shut once more before Geary pulled the car to a stop. I opened my eyes to look at one of the nicest hotels I had ever seen. I didn't even know how he found it in the first place, but here it was. It was like it had appeared out of thin air. An attendant was waiting by the front door staring at our car. It was then that I looked at my appearance. The clean and brand new dress I had once worn was stained with dried blood and dirt not to mention the cuts and bruises that extended my skin.

"I think that I should stay in the car while you take care of business."

Geary turned his attention to me and nodded his head like it was a good idea. He stepped out of the car, but was smart enough to take the bag of money with him. I waited patiently struggling to stay awake while Geary got a hotel room. Part of my lifeless mind wondered what the workers might think when someone quite a bit younger than Geary strolled in with him, and in the condition I was in.

The other part thought what I would try to do to find the others, or if I would even try. It would be the first time in a long time that I would be on my own, and the thoughts about being alone made me cringe.

I had fallen completely asleep by the time Geary had returned to the car. I didn't remember if he even said anything to me, but my mind had to tell my body to take one step after another to reach the room and my movements felt zombielike. Everything that had happened before setting foot into that hotel room was a jumbled blur in my mind and for a moment I forgot all about the money and my fate.