It was before their trial, Maria and Tasha were talking to their lawyer.

'I want you to stay quiet. It's going to take the impossible to win this trial.'

Tasha smirked. If only she knew. Tasha took a piece of paper and scribbled something on it.

'Hey,' she interrupted the lawyer. 'Do you have any lipstick?'

The lawyer muttered something to herself that sounded like 'Are you kidding me?' before reaching into her purse, and handing Tasha a deep red lipstick.

'What are you doing? Is now really the time?' Maria questioned, whilst Tasha grinned.

'You'll see.' Applying the lipstick, Tasha puckered her lips. They turned a dark red, and highlighted her hair. Tasha then pressed her lips to the paper, leaving her imprint in their wake.

Tasha looked at her handiwork, and then passed the note to Maria to read. 'Think the judge will like it?'

'Get me and Maria in the same prison, and I'll make it worth your while ~Romanov.'

Maria grinned. 'Will he take the bait?'

'Definitely. I met him in a case in '08, I'm sure he remembers how I repay me debts.'

Maria laughed, 'Oh, and how do you plan on repaying this one in a cell?' She teased.

'I will have mercy and spare his life for judging against us.'

Their lawyer visibly tensed in front of them.

'Don't worry, Tasha won't touch a hair on his head. Despite whatever image she tries to portray, she's the good guy.' Maria tried to comfort the lawyer

Tasha smiled, before replying, 'He doesn't know that.' She slid the note over to her lawyer, and said, 'Give this to the judge, please.'

The lawyer looked at the note and then back at Tasha and Maria in confusion.

'You have no intention of winning this case, do you?'

'No. Although it was entertaining watching you scrape the bottom of the barrel, trying to find us a way.'

The lawyer sighed. 'I trust you know what you're getting yourself into. Try not to leave a trail of bodies, this case has been hard enough.'

Maria smiled at the lawyer. 'I knew there was a reason we hired you.

The trial was a massive event. It seemed like every news station and reporter was there. It went easy enough. The judge sent furtive glances to Tasha, and got through the formalities of the trial, before he asked, 'And how do the defendants plead?'

Tasha looked at Maria, a hint of a smirk behind her mask.

'Guilty.'

The press went wild. Flashes exploded, as they tried to capture the scene.

The judge quickly rattled off their sentences, and the court was closed.

Tasha heard a slight humming behind her, as Maria and herself were taken into the back of a police van. She couldn't help but smile.

The judge had indeed taken their bait. The drive to the prison was longer than they expected. It took them 4 hours to arrive, from the court house, and the drive was consumed with crappy radio from the front and hushed conversation from Maria and Tasha.

When they stepped out the van, they squinted at the abrupt change in lighting, having become accustomed to the tinted windows. They looked at the prison in front of them and Tasha let out a giggle.

'This is it?' Maria asked. 'I could stroll out of here blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back!'

'No doubt.' Tasha replied.

'Okay ladies, welcome to Litchfield Penitentiary. Your home for the rest of your sorry lives.' Maria rolled her eyes. Prison guards.

They followed the guard past the gates, and into the main office. They were just about to pass through a set of metal detectors, when Tasha stopped.

'Hey,' she nudged Maria. Maria looked to where Tasha was now looking. On the screen of a television on the wall, the news was reporting on their trial. Tasha laughed, as she saw themselves being taken away by two police officers on the screen. The guards had stopped now, and had drawn their attention to the screens as well. They looked slightly paler as they realized how high risk the new inmates were.

'Come on, ladies, move along.' A new guard ushered them through, turning off the television. The guard was fresh faced, brunette, and young. Years of training alerted Tasha and Maria to a prosthetic leg.

'Iraq or Afghanistan?'

The guard looked up at them is surprise.

'What?' He demanded, somewhat calmly.

'Iraq or Afghanistan.' Tasha pointed at his leg.

The guard seemed taken aback, and somewhat annoyed. 'Be quiet. There will be a female officer waiting for you inside.'

The guard opened the door, and let them in.

'Must you antagonize the guards?' Maria asked with a sigh.

'Come on Maria, you know I thrive on it,' Tasha teased back with a wink.

'Oh I know only too well.' Maria grumbled, although letting her amusement seep into her tone.

The guard inside didn't say anything as they stripped, although she couldn't keep the surprise of her face when she saw their many gunshot wounds and other scars.

'O- open your mouths.'

She quickly shone a light in their mouths.

'Arms up.' They complied.

'Bend over and spread your cheeks.'

Tasha stifled a giggle. 'If I had a dime for every time a woman asked me that.' She muttered to herself.

Maria let out a snort, earning a hard glare from the prison guard.

'Cough.'

They were quickly changed again, and sent through the photos.

Finally, they made it through the whole process, and were assigned an inmate to show them around.

'Alright, I'm Morello,' the inmate introduced. 'Down there you got the food hall, and then there's the...'

Their tour was given, and they earned various glances from the inmates around them. Simple curiosity. They had no idea who they were. They hadn't been there for the fall of Shield and the mess after.

'It's kinda nice to going somewhere no one knows who you are.' Maria admitted.

Tasha nodded. 'Yeah, finding new covers would have been a bitch.'

Maria laughed. 'Yeah, you kind of left no room for subtlety.'

Morello glanced at them. 'Who exactly are you? It's not usual for people to come in together.'

Tasha just smiled. 'I have some pull with the court.'

'Fine, don't tell me, I get it.' Morello backed off.

'Okay, this will be your room till you're reassigned. Ladies, meet Romanov and Hill.

Okay, I know, this chapter is kinda really shit. I've been feeling really crappy the past few days and its reflecting in my writing. I kinda hate this chapter.

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