a/n: thanks for continuing to read. sorry for the delay. i've been into reading fics lately and not writing them. :P also, feel free to throw out any jail time drama ideas you'd like to see. i'm always open to suggestions.

as always enjoy.

My roommate comes back today.

And I'm shaking in my damn non-existent cowboy boots. But if I were wearing some they'd be a black leather with a very stylish red trim, and I swear I can see them on my feet as we speak.

Over the past two days, I've gotten tales from the inmates about life in solitary. And I am going to pray to the Lord that I never enter those harsh, thick walls. You don't want to be confined to solitary. It's demoralizing and you are forced to deal with all the thoughts that run rampant in your brain-or so I hear.

Either way...I don't want to find out myself.

"What landed that loco in solitary?" Inmates would ask me. This place runs on gossip. I think without it, jail wouldn't be jail. If that makes sense. I can barely make sense of myself. My stomach has turned for days, my nerves on the edge. I literally have no fucking idea why my bunk mate landed in solitary, and I'm sure as hell positive she won't fucking tell me when she comes back. She's not exactly the talkative type.

I only have one choice. There is only one person who knows everyone's business in this place. My life depends on me figuring out what happened to her, so I can prove it wasn't me! There is no way I can sleep with one eye open for the rest of my sentence, and there is no way I can go to Healy and ask for a cell change. Looks like there is only one way out of this.

Red.

That Russian fucking cook. She knows everybody's business. That red-head has ties to the outside world, inside world, and I know for a fact she knows why everyone lands in solitude.

I grabbed my tray like normal as I entered the cafeteria. It was dinner time. The longest meal of the day. This was my chance. My roommate was due back at the end of the day. My nerves were at an all time high as I walked through the food line. I watched the piles of slop thrown on my tray. Meats, vegetables, and a hard loaf of bread. What a hearty meal.

I neared the end of the line. Leaning in I spoke in a hushed tone to the girl with the hairnet, "I'm looking for a dessert today."

Her head sprang up, "Oh?" She smirked a little, "Depends on the flavor you are looking for."

It's only been a few days in these walls and I already knew the password for this mob, "I'm craving a cherry Red yogurt." And that was all I had to say. Hairnet disappeared into the back and emerged was the wonderful Russian cook.

Red cleaned her hands with a towel that was attached to her apron and looked at me crookedly. A smirk was hiding behind her hardened face. Slowly, she walked towards me and whispered, "I hear you ask of me. Come. Eat with chef." She waved her hand and granted me access to behind the wall of food.

Vause spotted me from the line, "Hey, Kid you don't know who you're messing with."

I looked at her but didn't say a word. She doesn't understand. She doesn't know. To earn my respect with Lopez, I can't go mouthing off that the crazy bitch straddled me into submission.

As I followed Red, I felt her minions stop and stare as I passed each of them. We reached the chef's table in the back of the kitchen. It was a small white square table with two chairs on opposite sides. The table had a fancy table-cloth draped over it and Red had a plate on her side of the table. A plate! Not a high school looking plastic tray full of slop. Her meal looked a tad more appetizing. It may be hard to concentrate with all that food staring at me.

"Sit, pretty one." Red extended her hand at the empty chair as she sat down. "You reconsider?" She blatantly asked as she picked up her fork from the table.

I placed my tray on the table and really took a moment to consider what I was doing. Thoughts ran rampant through my brain. If I go through with this. It's just one job. She won't own me or anything. Right? Right. I'll make sure of it. Stay tough, Pierce. Stay tough.

"I have. But instead of a slice of bacon I want information." I started to pile the food on my fork as I watched her gain intrigue, "And I hear you have it."

She rubbed the bottom of her chin, "I like you," she paused, smirked at me, "You brave girl. You take on job, I get you information."
Red makes the deal sound so simple. This gives me a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I must press onward. I chewed my food, with my mouth agape as I spoke, "Problem is, I need the info before tonight."

That terrifying Russian laugh started up as she began to speak, "Maybe I found girl for job already." She looked at me dead in the eyes.
I pushed the chair out from under me as I stood up and grabbed the edges of my tray, "Fair enough." I paused as I called her bluff. If she reached out to me first, she NEEDS me and SHE wants me for some reason. I have the upper hand. Here comes the river and I will fucking win. Sorry, I was a bit of a poker junkie in the outside world. I will only allow myself to make a deal with a shifty Russian if the deal's on my terms. I learned that the hard way.

With a raised hand to halt my movements, Red spoke, "Fine. I get information you seek."

Holding in my smirk I sat back down on the chair that wobbled in the cracks of the tile floor.

"Meet here after work detail." Red spoke and ate the rest of the contents on her plate.

I did the same. I went off to laundry detail where I will most likely endure a lecture from Alex. I dumped my tray as I walked out the cafeteria doors. I'm glad our daily schedule changes every day. I feared monotony.

"Hey wait up!" I heard a voice shout from behind me.

I slowed my walking pace and turned my head back, "What's up?"

Alex smiled, "Nothing, just going the same place you are."

Stupid me, I chuckled, "Oh, right. The wonderful world of laundry awaits us."

We both entered the laundry doors at the same time and headed to our stations. I was on sorting duty and so was Alex, lucky me. Normally, I'd be somewhat happy to talk to her, but I just know she is going to talk to me about Red.

"So..." Alex began, "You know you shouldn't make any deals with Red."

I started off by shrugging my shoulders, "Let me worry about what's best for me."

"Kid, you haven't been trapped in these walls as long as I have. She's bad news." Alex pleaded with me.

I tossed the whites in the bin next to me as I spoke, "Al, I fucking need to know what landed that chica into solitary! You don't-" I paused flashing back to my encounter with Lopez. She overpowered me easily. I need to figure out who landed that bitch in solitary and why.

Alex looked up at me with a pair of pants in her hand, "You were saying? You okay, Pierce?"

Shaking my head out of my thoughts I answered, "Yes, so you going to tell me the story about you and Chapman?"

Alex shook her head no, "You so aren't changing the subject."

The conversation was starting to bore me. I didn't want to keep going back and forth. I was slightly thankful for the hairnet girl walking up to me.
"Psst, Pierce." Hairnet stood behind a dryer as she waited for my response.

I looked over at Alex, "Cover for me, for a sec?" I didn't wait for an answer as I threw the clothes back into the bins.

I walked towards the lurking girl in the hairnet. I silently stood next to her as I darted my eyes around the room. The guard that watches over the laundry room typically spends all of her time in the office, but once in a while she will make a round. It would be just my luck, if she decided to get off her fat ass.

"Red sent me." Hairnet was straight to the point.

Slowly, I looked her up and down, "And?" Red already told me to meet in the kitchen after work detail, so why send one of her goons?
"She sent me to give you information." The girl in the hairnet bit her nails as she nervously twitched.

I didn't like this, "I thought I was meeting her in the kitchen."

The girl frantically shook her head no as she bit on her nail, "Can't anymore. Things to do. Lopez had contraband on her. Found in a random room check during breakfast yesterday."

What? Fuck finding out who put it there is harder than I thought. "What kind of contraband?"

The girl in the hairnet chuckled, "You asked Red to find out why she went to solitary. She did just that. No more, no less." The brunette girl slanked into the shadows and disappeared.

That fucking sneaky Russian. She did get me the information I needed, but fuck I few more hours and I probably could have figured out myself. Red will get hers, when I have time to deal with all that.

Quickly, I scampered back to my work station. Alex was there fuming at me as she sorted her clothes. "I can't believe you seriously made a deal with Re-."

I cut her off, I was annoyed, "I know. You were right." May as well be honest with the one friendly person in here, "I just got the shitty end of a deal." I let out a long frustrated sigh.

Alex quietly kept sorting. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yea. I'll figure it out." I let out a half smile and didn't or rather couldn't look the girl across from me in the eyes. Thankfully, it was silent between us until the bell rang. I needed the time to gather my thoughts. Once we go back to our cells, my roommate will be back. I don't know if she'll be inside the cell, but I know she'll be sleeping next to me tonight.

Chapman was in the bathroom as I was brushing my teeth before bed. If i could manage to fall asleep. "Hey kid, I heard you made a deal with Red."

I brushed my teeth and let the foam seep out of my mouth as I spoke, "Hey, whatever happened with you and Alex?"

Chapman scoffed at me, then she gargled her water, and stomped out of the bathroom. That's what I thought bitch, mind your own. Like why do people have to be all up in your business here? Like like a girl make her own deals. Shit.

Maybe I was being kind of a bitch-but I mean wouldn't you be nervous, too? Just knowing your crazy fucking roommate is coming back to your cell tonight, after she straddled you into submission. I just need to keep my head low and pretend I don't give a shit. Right? Right. That sounds like a Pierce plan.

As I sat on my bed without my crazy roommate in sight, I let out the biggest internal sigh. I was so glad she wasn't here. I can just lay in bed, face the wall, and ignore her entrance into the cell. I did just that. I scooted under my blanket because the guards were about to shout, "LIGHTS OUT IN FIFTEEN." Ah, I am already getting used to the routine around here. A sad realization.

I had such a long day worrying about my roommate I am about to doze off before lights even go out. I picked up my book next to me and flipped to the page I was on. As I began reading I felt my eyes drift off into sleep.

It was a long dark hallway. I'm not sure how I got here. It was dark. I heard voices behind me.

"You think she did it? She had to." I heard whispers. Everyone kept repeating the same thing.

I walked up the Alex who was whispering the same thing. "Hey, Alex what the fuck is going on?"

"You think she did it? She had to." She asked me again.

"What are you going on about?" I could barely see her it was so dark in this hallway. There was numerous doors and the light bounced out from underneath them all.

Alex looked at me again, "You think she did it? She had to."

I shook my head at her, "You're no help." I walked away. I moved on down the dark corridor.

The end of the hallway had doors as well. It was much darker. "She's here. She's here." I heard coming from behind all the doors.

"Who's here?" I had to ask the mysterious voice. Which seemed to echo.

"She's here. She's here." The voice said quieter.

I gasped when I felt a cold presence surround the air. I then began to sound like the others, "she's here, she's here."

I kept repeating.

"She's here. She's here." My head moved from side to side on my pillow as I stirred awake from my dream.

"You bet I'm here."

My eyes flung open. My roommate was on top of me.

The dream I had started to make sense.
"What the fu-"

Lopez took her hand and covered my mouth. You only could hear the muffled ending of my sentence, "-ck are you fucking doing."

She smirked as she listened to my muffled words. She somehow managed to to tie my hands to the bed frame with a pillow case without waking me, so she had her hands free to muffle my mouth. Lopez straddled me as I squirmed a bit. I tried to put up more a fight this time, but I didn't want to make too much noise. I wasn't going to be the one to get us caught, she would surely blame that on me. Fucked up as that is.

I'm laying here, and taking it.

I finally stopped the struggle. Lopez leaned down to my ear. "I know it's either you or Vause. My bitches have watch on this cell and only you two were in this place. So fucking fess up." She took both her index fingers and what nail she had, she traced down my exposed collar bone as we stared at each other in the eyes. Lopez knew exactly where she was straddling me. She was wearing shorts and I could feel her cold thighs through my thin pajama bottoms.

It was giving me goosebumps.
And as fucked up as it was, she was turning me on.

This must be her weird fucked up torture.

She grinded down into me and it took all of my will power to hold down my own hips. I will not give this girl the pleasure of response. I couldn't help the involuntary reaction of my eyes squeezing tight, though. After I opened them, I caught that devilish grin of hers.

Lopez leaned down next to my ear again, "So, you going to fucking fess?"

I still haven't said a word since I woke up with her on top of me.

"I didn't fucking do shit." I said. Then I decided to spit on her face.

I've had enough. I want to sleep. Plus is what she says true? Me or Vause?

She wiped it off her face, never breaking eye contact with me.

Lopez grabbed my tits and leaned down and nibbled on my ear lobe, "You'd be stupid to fucking lie to me gringa."

After she backed off me she stayed straddled on me. She leaned over my head, as she undid the restraints. I continued to lay there as the weight of her body became familiar to mine. As she went to retract herself from my upper body after she finished untying the pillow case, I decided to grab her lips with mine. And I grabbed a hold for a good long minute.

I had her kissing back.