Chapter six
Lincoln had just experienced himself choking nearly to death on his vomit. He vowed to kill Michael the next time they crossed paths. But then the worst tone of bricks hit him. His eyes went wide and he jumped. "It's just a blood pleasure cuff Linc." Emma said lightly squeezing the ball in her hand her eyes staring to Lincoln. They hadn't left him since he came in experiencing food poisoning symptoms.
Lincoln looked to her eyes, she looked worn out as she placed a hand carefully on his arm watching him. "You're in good hands." She whispered softly taking the blood pressure writing it down, her eyes glanced to the office door seeing the CO's back was turn, she bit her lip getting to her feet before turning to wash her hands glancing around the room.
"I just need to pop out, you'll be ok?" She asked, Lincoln watch her as she stepped to the door, he quickly noticed the heels, wearing a dress under her long white coat, and he sighed. Big chance before she was made to stay her, she probably heading for a date.
Michael held a hand down; Katt was quick to wrap her fingers around Michael's wrist as he finally pulled her up. "You ok?" his voice calm as Katt brushed the dust off her pants, but then looked to the drain pipe.
Michael was quickly to see that it had been replaced, but that wasn't possible, his panicked as he picked up a pipe, he was freaking out placing it near the new drain pulling with all his might, even Fernando come over trying to help the impossible task.
Lincoln felt kind of pissed watching her go. She wasn't allowed on dates...
Oh boy. Of course she was allowed on dates it was her life - a life Lincoln would never be apart of because ... He. Was. Going. To. Die.
Looking to the clear coast he stood up quickly. Grabbing a mop from the bucket he shoved the handle into the grate and started jabbing down with it quickly his heart pounding.
Katt watched Fernando and Michael both still shrugging with the pipe.
"What is going on pretty?!" T-Bag snapped.
"It's replaced.... It's ..." Michael was choking on his words. After all this time and effort he couldn't lose now. Michael didn't lose. Michael WASN'T ALLOWED to lose.
Charles was looking back to the grate then to the door.
You could hear the tapping from above ... Lincoln knew it was trying to help.
Fernando and still pulling on the pipe roughly with violence.
"We're not escaping." Michael gritted his teeth but his tone showed defeat.
Emma placed her cell phone to her ear hearing the ringing, it rang once before it was answered by a smooth talking man.
"Emma, ah I thought you wasn't going to show!" the voice sounded excited, but Emma chewed the inside of her lip, she was standing outside a supply closet. A floor below the infirmary, Katt standing by the door held a hand to her lip to tell everyone to be quiet, so the whole room stood completely still.
"Oh, Luke that is why I'm calling, an inmate is really sick, Sara left so I have to stay here with him…" her voice could easily tell she was faking the sadness in her tone, in fact Emma was some what happy this happened.
"So, rain check, tomorrow…" he said hopefully, but Emma paced back and forth in front of the door.
"Not to be rude, but I am really busy with work, so maybe this isn't a good idea…" she whispered, she could hear a glass smash down on the table.
"Yeah, well thanks for Nothing Emma!" he snapped down the phone making Emma jump, her hand lightly rested against the door. "Well tell your folks I said hi, and that their daughter is a fucking tease!" he hung up leaving Emma standing completely dumbfounded.
Everyone on the other side of the door they meant to be escaping inmates, were just kind of standing there, but then the banging from above started echoing again. Lincoln was hammering against that pipe as hard as he could, making the point even worse. The pipe Fernando was clinging to snaps and it fell hitting the floor with a loud tingling.
Emma's head snapped up. Her eyes peered into the darkness on the room.
"Anything okay Miss. Emma?" A C.O. said noticing her looking into the room.
Emma pointed into the room, her eyes studying the CO carefully, "something in there, made a noise…" Emma said softly trying to see if she could make anything out, the CO walked beside her also looking in, "I'll check it out…" he said while patting her back quickly, Emma nodded.
"I have t get back to the office." She snapped her Motorola razor shut while rushing back to the infirmary.
Lincoln stopped bagging with the mop holding his face; he didn't know what to do.
Michael was holding his head trying to think, but T-Bag pulled out a shank making his way towards Michael.
"Oh it doesn't end here Pretty, you're getting us out!" he snapped while everyone stared at him, Katt was the one to close the gap between T-Bag and Michael her eyes glared up at him, her eyes dangerous, "You put the shank away if you know what's good for you!" her hand reached into her pocket taking out her own.
"Oh you want to throw down little girl, I'm already here for life, a double homicide that's like a parking ticket."
Emma walked back into the office seeing Lincoln on the floor, "What you doing? You took out your IV," she said placing her phone down on the desk quickly walking to his side.
"I thought I was going to be sick again, so I thought I'd better do it in the Drain." his voice rough as Emma went to help him to his feet.
"Lincoln, if you've not got the IV in, there is no point of you being here…" Her voice a lightly whispered as they wondered back to the cot, Lincoln felt her finger holding his arms gently.
Lincoln shook his head. This was it, they were gone. Gone for good, just ... All gone....
His head spun before sitting back on the bed rubbing his eyes.
"Why isn't be cuffed to the table?" A C.O. asked looking in.
"What is he going to do? Steal a cotton ball?" Emma snapped darkly looking to the ripped out I.V needle.
"Gotta be cuffed," C.O. staid walking into the room, he held his cuffs out and went to take Lincoln's arm.
Lincoln jerked back quickly. "You wanna make something of it?" The C.O. asked him.
Lincoln knew they were not doing this to be jerks. They were doing this because it was there job, even if he was a good inmate ... Most of the time. He held his wrist out.
He looked away listening to the clicks tightening to his wrist and the bed. He laid his head back.
Emma watched the C.O. walked out she pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a breath.
"Lincoln." She stated.
"Just... Don't." Lincoln said.
"Yeah? I got death by electrocution. Which do you think I'd enjoy more? Fifty-thousand volts of hot juice running into my body, at once for a quick murder? Either way; Killing Southern scum like you would be worth it!" Katt held her shank loose but with a firm grip pointed up and out.
T-Bag growled.
The C.O. unlocked the door and T-bag headed his head for a minute.
Katt grabbed Michael by his overalls and pulled him into a small dark space between a filing cabinet and a stack of old boxes. Not what she had in mind she felt trapped between the wall and Michael.
The others quickly scurried into corners and behind things, holding their breath.
Katt could fell Michael's body pressed against hers, she kept her eyes away from his feeling his hands sweat hot against her bare skin, and his breathing was deep warm against her face. Michael quickly glanced down at her, Katt's hair pulled back into a rough ponytail, but her eyes glared out into the dark as the CO picked up the pipe.
"Must have been this…" he said to himself walking out of the room shutting the door behind him, Michael moved away from Katt letting her exhale deep.
"Ok we got to get back to the break room…" Michael snapped, while it was a full rush to get to the hole, Katt glanced at Michael as she went first, his eyes meeting hers as she descended feeling her heart breaking for him, she couldn't imagine what it was like to lose brother or sister, she never had any.
Emma sighed, she found a stool sitting by his side her hand was lightly running up and down his skin, the blind shut them off from the outside, her eyes slowly found his, but Lincoln could meet them, she was just one of them woman, good to look at, but you could never truly have them to yourself.
"I'm sorry, this isn't enough to put a hold on the…" Emma swallowed the dry lump in her throat; she couldn't bring herself to say the words.
"Emma, please don't say it, I know!" Lincoln's tone was admitting defeat, he felt stupid having faith in a plan that wasn't ever going to save him, and he wanted to accept his fate. "Sorry about making you miss your date." He added while her eyes quickly found his, she couldn't hep but laugh.
"No I thank you…" she covered her mouth trying to forget the tone of Luke's voice, "It was a blind date my mother set me up on."
"You're mother is one of then people?" He asked. But then he didn't know what he actually meant by; them people. Lincoln never had a mom or a dad... He swallowed.
"Yeah." Emma said in a silent breath her eyes looked from Lincoln's rough hands to the bars on the windows. Biting her lip she looked at the moon it felt electric.
Crawling back deep into the tunnels Katt could move quickly because she was tiny.
And she moved faster because she was scared of water rushing into these pipes. Katt feared water. Water feared Katt they stayed away from each other. Michael crouched fast after everyone else.
Katt was the first in the break room, she rushed to the door to check the lock was still there, she let out a sigh of relief as Fernando emerged from the hole, after him C-note, T-Bag and finally Michael, hearing the door bang loudly, "Charles come on!" Fernando reached his hand down trying to pull him up.
"I'm caught on something…" He whispered, and Fernando let him go quickly enough to cover the hole as Bellick burst the door open.
"Why's this door locked?" He snapped looking to the all with a dark glare. Katt was the one to step forward.
"I was sick and tired of them lazy ass bums telling to close it every time the fan blew it open…" her hand rested on her hip as Bellick glared.
"Well clear up and get back to your cells!" he turned around closing the door behind him, Fernando pulled the carpet up to let Charles through.
"Wait a minute you, you seem one shy!" Bellick snapped as he opened the door again making Katt jump in her skin.
"I'm right here boss…" Charles waved a hand from the back.
"Why you sound so depressed?" Lincoln had to ask while Emma's eyes moved from the moon to Lincoln's face.
"No, it's nothing; just my mum wants to be a grandmother…" Emma whispered lightly, she felt stupid saying it out loud, but her hand was still lightly dancing up and down Lincoln's arms making his heart pulse quicker. "I just never had the time for dating really, plus I just don't think I'd ever be." she pursed Lincoln had moved his other hand holding on top of hers, Emma's mouth went dry watching his focused on hers.
"Be what?" he whispered while he kept getting lose in her eyes, he watched her lick her lips thinking of an answer, her hand soft, warm against his own skin making him feel like millions of shot of electricity was running between them.
"In love with some one." Her words short, but her eyes spoke volumes. Emma bit her bottom lip lightly; his eyes seemed to have a spark of life in them, his tongue licked over his bottom lip catching Emma's attention.
"Emma, you are an amazing woman, any man would be lucky to have you in their life." His voice was smooth, his fingers entwining into hers. Emma tried to breathe, but her hear pounding harder against her chest made it harder for her to think.
"I wish you didn't say that…" her face glanced down herself; she was feeling her blush spread across her face and chest, feeling flushed. She lightly removed her coat.
Lincoln let go of her hand seeing how gorgeous the dress she was wearing really was, "That guy is missing a lot…" he eyes her up an down before she laughed.
"No, not really…" Emma now placed both her hands on his arm before quickly letting go when the door opened.
"Are you ok in here?" Patterson asked while watching Lincoln, Emma nodded, "Yeah I've got to stay with him, just in case something flares up, don't want him dying before tomorrow…" she sighed watching him walk away.
"Is that true?" Lincoln asked as she sat down on the bed with him, her legs swung up so she was by his side.
"No, I lied." She whispered feeling him hold his arms around her, Lincoln could feel the full pull of the power them tropical eyes had.
"You could get into a lot of trouble." He whispered feeling Emma lean her forehead touching his lightly, her hand brushed over his cheek before resting a finger to his lips.
"We're alone now," her whisper soft like a warm breeze, Lincoln closed his eyes feeling the pull was too strong, his fingers moved up into her hair gentle at first brushing his lips to hers, Emma ran her hand around the nap of his neck carefully brushing her tongue along his bottom lips, Lincoln opening his mouth slowly before feeling her other hands move to his arm holding herself steady against him, the keep deepened as Lincoln's tongue roughly explored her mouth as they feel down on the cot in each other arms only kissing.