Chapter fourteen

Emma felt stupid, and Lucky at the same time, stupid for letting the bitch Christina get the gun off her, and tape her to the counter, lucky cos the dumb ginger, damn she was even starting to think like Katt. Christina was under the impression she was expecting Michael's baby, that couldn't be the case. Emma now glanced around the room, the tape over her mouth was impossible to cry for help, and then her eyes went to the draw, damn she thank the lord for giving her sexy ass long legs, now she started to move around to open the draw with the tip of her boot.

Alex Don and Katt all stood outside the hotel, it was crazy how people were panicking and acting out.
"What kinda dumbass gets framed twice?" Katt muttered as they walked around the outside of the hotel, the phone rang and Alex was quick to answer it.

"No feds and cops everywhere…" Alex said from his end of the conversation, and he then placed a hand on Katt's shoulder keeping her close by. "No, we have to get Scylla!" Alex started to freak out before Don took the phone and started to shop talk, Katt kept her eyes on Alex before Don come back with the phone on speaking, Michael giving him an address. "Alex do what ever is necessary!" Lincoln barked down the phone, and Alex nodded, his hand held Katt walking back to the car, she now sighed getting into the passenger seat, she had enough driving, she wanted to make sure Emma was ok.

Alex now put in the address in the GPS before starting the car driving to the right place.
Katt tapped her foot the whole time. While Alex drove, watching from the little monitor to the road. "Are you okay?" Alex asked. "I just want this all over with... Like now!" Katt was in that my child is going to be born sooner then later and she'd go on a murder spree to end this mood.

Starting to move around, She twisted her all these positions. Getting her boot under the drawer she started pulling at it. Of course it was sticking. Stupid heat! She tried to scream fuck feeling her ankle twisting a but nothing. She was breathing heavily from her nose. She wasn't going to panic.... She wasn't going to panic. She kicked the drawer with her boot. She was panicking.
Alex had pulled up outside the apartment as he opened the door getting out, Katt was quickly behind him as she slowly opened the door, and it was careful at first keeping Katt behind him; he walked into the main room.

Emma hearing the noise of someone in the apartment she started to kick at the draw more, she needed to get out, she was scared Christina clocked on and sent someone to murder her, oh god, it scared her as she started to feel light headed as she see Alex poke his head round the corner and waved behind him.
"Emma!" Katt called rushing to her side, she ripped the duck tape off her mouth and Emma groaned. "What did she do to you?" Katt asked while Alex looked to the draw that was half open taking a sharp knife out cutting the duck tape.

"She just taped me down, she left…" Emma took deep breaths wiping her face, and Alex looked confused.

"It's Lincoln and Michael, they've been framed for assassinated the prime minister of India's son…" he said while Emma looked wide eyed. "It's all over the news…" Alex added as Katt rolled her eyes.

"Linc, again, I mean seriously, why do I fall for the dumbasses…."

"Meat head." Katt pointed to her head, Making Emma laugh lightly.
Alex looked between then. "All over the news," He repeated.
"Uh heard you. Was taped to a counter... I COULDN'T REALLY WATCH THE NEWS"! She spazzed the last part being Alex jumped. Katt stared at Emma with a serious look. "I missed you." She felt depressed now. She wanted to go cry, but Emma hugged her quickly before Alex touched Emma's arm.

"We need to get you out of here…" he said while Emma stood still.

"If Christina wanted me dead, she would of done it…" Emma now moved away from the hug glancing to Katt and Alex standing together, "Just what is going to happen…?"

Alex now looked to Emma, "You need to run, get away from here…" He said while Emma kept still.

"I'm not running anymore, Michael and Lincoln need me…" She said clear.

"No you don't understand, you can't stay!" Alex snapped and Emma raised her hand.

"Fine I'll stay here, you can Tell Michael where I am!" Emma snapped now walking to the TV turning it on, and Alex stared to Katt who looked confused.

Getting back to the hotel.
Lincoln and Don and MICHAEL were already back where. Alex walked in Katt behind him as a safety precaution. Pad-Mad was yelling. He wrote down everyone's name on a piece of paper.
Don was glaring darkly. Lincoln looked like a big brut and Alex and Katt stared.
Katt lent against the wall. This didn't involve her anymore.
She was staring at Michael though.
He dumped out a bowl of oranges, putting the papers in them. Alex tensed like the rest of the room. He pulled out a piece which said 'Self' Don started freaking out before pleading.
Over the phone, Katt listened to a gun shot. She winced.
Don looked around he kicked an agent and he took off jumping out a window.
Agents pulled out their guns shooting at him quickly.
Lincoln, Michael and Alex had huge eyes.
Katt started laughing.

Michael pulled Alex to one side, his eyes glanced over to Lincoln, since the set up, he still was giving him hateful looks, and he knew it was because of Emma, his eyes finding Alex. "Is Emma ok?" He asked, and Alex glanced to Katt and the Lincoln who was being nosy from a distance.

"Yeah, she's fine, just staying put…" he added while Katt joined them, but he eyes looking to Michael.

"Pickle, how could you do that to Lincoln?" she said watching Lincoln who seemed to still look depressed as fuck.

"Not now Katt." Alex said while the General joined them.

"Sorry to bust up the power meeting, but you still got Scylla to find me, and I want watches on all airports!" he glared, "I don't want Christina getting out of this country…"

Michael now turned around talking about how money is transfer and what Christina could be doing.

"See this is why I didn't put your name in the bowl…! I could do a lot more with you!" he smiled waving his drink.

"Lets get this straight; I'll never work for you!" Michael spat while Alex was typing on the computer, his eyes glancing over the address.

"Ok we got a bank, twenty minutes from here…" he said getting to his feet, and then the General smiled at them all.

"Well you better hurry…" he lifted his drink sipping it quickly.

"You're a creepy old guy!" Katt looked to the General.
The General looked at her. "And you're a pregnant death row escaped convict with no one who loves you enough to be taken from you." He glared.
Low blow.

"Oh well." Katt smiled happily. "I don't mind that. Means I have nothing you can take from me." She then glared.
The General looked at Alex.
"Oh yeah... Kill him if you want." Katt yawned rubbing her back she headed for the door leaving Michael with wide eyes.
"Well you heard her." The General said.
Two agents pulled their guns out pointing them at Alex.
"Gog come on we gotta go!" Lincoln said not having time for this.
Alex just stood there. But his eyes were bigger the Michael's.
Katt blinked.
Five minutes after then General glared. "Get going! All of you!" He snapped.
The agents lowered their guns and Alex rushed off. "That was mean!" Alex looked down at Katt.
She walked away from him, Ignoring, until they were outside.
"Because if I jumped to save you they WOULD have killed you!" Katt said. "I have no chips in this deal, if they get you or Emma... I do. This means... I'm screwed because I'm a whale and I can't play a super hero."

Emma was standing in the kitchen watching the news, she played with the knife on the counter, it was like no one was safe, but then she wished she went with Alex and Katt now, she didn't like the being alone, in a time when creepy things tend to happen, she listened to the silence, but held the knife carefully walking into the main room, no one was in there, she started to walk the hallways holding the knife tighter, pointing it out, she slowly checked the bathroom, her hands tighten, she could feel tension building in her, but she kept walking carefully over the carpet, she didn't know what to expect walking into the bedroom, she looked around the room before feeling someone grab her around the shoulders making her screams, she nutted her head back trying to stab, but he got the knife from her. "Old T-Bag's back!" he licked the side of her face, and her boot slammed on his foot making him drop her. Emma started to run, but he was fast behind her slamming the front door as she opened it, she ran back but he jumped her, the feel to the ground with T-Bag on top of her, her eyes found his as he yelled thrusting the knife into the ground making Emma scream again.

"All I want is your cooperation…" he said while she kept looking into his eyes, he smirked while licking his lips, and Emma looked away feeling stupid again.

She was glaring darkly at T-Bag as he was driving them back to the hotel room, with a dark smirk. "Well, Well, Well, Little Emma not to tough now huh?" He licked his lip. Emma hissed. Her stomach twisted. Her hands cuffed she couldn't hold her stomach with out obvious. "Now I see why my ..." He stopped holding his tongue he turned into the parking. He drove to the front lot. Got out and opened the passenger door for Emma. He escorted her out. "You make one scream and I will kill you!"

"How about I stand and laugh while Lincoln rips your head off!" she hissed while T-Bag gave a laugh.

"Last I head you was kinking it up with Scofield, and I can see why you would love the pretty…" he smirked bigger taking Emma up the stairs getting to the hotel room, and pushed her on the couch.
The General now glanced to Emma, his eyes dark, and his had a goon had T-Bag a gun pointing it to Emma's head. The General was quick to Call Michael.

"Michael, well I have one thing to say to you!" he placed the phone close to Emma as T-Bag nudged her head with the gun.

"Michael, I'm sorry, again…" she said while he pulled the phone away.

Michael was standing staring to Katt and Alex, then Scylla on the box, "Michael, don't lose another girlfriend like Sara!" he then laughed, "you have one hour…" the phone went dead as Alex looked to the expression on Michael's face.

"They got Emma…" Michael was looking sick with worry.
Katt felt hate pulse into her veins. "IF anything repeat. ANYTHING Happens to MY EMMA! IMA KILL ALL OF YOU!" Her voice echoed loud. Alex petted her head. "Shah. Shh...Stress isn't good." He reminded her.

"Can we kill' a?" T-bag looked to The General.
"No, no!" He said. Making Emma let out the breath she was holding in, Freaking out. Not for her own sake but the little baby that deserved a chance at life! And by the Jesus Emma would give that all she got. Even if she had to jump out the window! "Awwh." T-Bag pouted making a kissy face at Emma. "Theodore. Watch Emma. I need to make a call." The General smirked. "And if she moves... Kill her... Make sure Scofield is listening however." He walked out...

The phone rang again, but right away he answered it, "You lay one hand o her!" Michael snapped but stopped.

Katt sat close to Alex, her hand touching the bump rubbing it protectively, "Alex, they can't kill Emma, she's, and this is just fucking stupid…" her voice softened and Alex rubbed her back.

"No, No, Don't!" Michael screamed, and even from where they were sitting they could hear the shot.

Michael hung up the phone, his eyes going blank, "She shot Linc!" his face pale, he looked like he was going to be sick.

Katt froze. "Are you..." She didn't even finish. Michael had bent over and gotten sick on the piers wood. He coughed choking for a second. "Pickle!" Katt said worried. She was behind him. She wasn't much for personal affection to Michael Scofield even though she owned him, her life, Alex's life, her baby's life. She ran her fingers up his back softly and Michael's head was spinning. "Here." Katt offered him a mint she always had mints. "UHm... Thanks." Michael whispered.
Katt moved back sitting behind Alex who stood up. "We needa get Linc." He said looking at Michael.
"We need Emma." He said seriously.

"We need to get both…" Michael said as they started to walk away. Alex and Katt started to follow him, it was an intense moment.

"What you mean both?" Alex said while Michael kept walking, he had to start planning, it was what he did, plan.

"If there is a way, we can get them to bring Emma, and Linc to the same place…"

"Michael no, you don't want The General to know, another player has leverage on you…" Alex said holding his hands up, and Katt nodded.

"What are you saying Alex?" Michael said stopping walking, his eyes staring from Katt to Alex.

"I'm saying, that right now Emma doesn't have the disadvantage of having a bullet in her chest!" he looked serious.

"And Lincoln isn't being kept watch possible by Bagwell, and I know him, his going to want to fuck her, and not in a nice way!" Katt glared to both men, she knew her cousin too well.
Michael glared to Katt. "You have no idea. What Bagwell is gonna do!" He hissed.
That pissed Katt off. She kicked Michael in the knee. "Bagwell is my cousin you ass hat! You kind of get to know a person style when they rape you EVERY WEEKEND FROM THE AGE OF FOUR TO TWELVE BEFORE YOU GOT TO OLD!" Katt finally snapped. Her face had gone red-blue.
Alex stared on at her, wide eyed and confused. "That was never mentions in profiles." He whispered, thinking back.
"Why would it?! Never told," Katt snapped. "So. I DON'T CARE WHAT IT TAKES. BUT WE - GET EMMA FIRST!" She felt her stomach tighten. Her hands wrapped around her stomach.
"What?" Michael said looking freakishly alarmed.

"Braxton Hicks!" She curled on herself.

Alex now rubbed her back, then looked to Michael, "We're gonna go to that warehouse, you get your head together, ok!" His voice was scary as he started to walk Katt away from Michael.

In the warehouse Katt kept breathing, her hand touching the bump, it was like it was taking over her entire body, but Alex kept still looking to her.

"The one rapist you didn't report." Alex stated as Katt laughed, she placed her hands on her knees before staring at the ceiling.

"More than one, I've been raped so much, I don't even see it as scary anymore, but Emma, she's never been. I know, she lost her virginity, and was crying for weeks, cos the guy didn't call her back."

"Yeah, your first arrest, GBH…" he glanced to Katt, "you broke a guys ribs, and broke his arm in four places…"

Katt laughed. "HA!" It was cold. Fourteen years old, street smart, she remembered finding that eighteen year old. Virginity meant nothing to Katt, hers gone and taken from anyone who came along. Sex was nothing but a tool, a weapon. She remembered feeling the ribs cracking under her knee. His arm twisted so far back it snapped from stress. Then she repeatedly jumped on it. That was after kicking the shit out of him and throwing his shoes into a river. She remembered being high at the time, higher than a kite. The cop pushed her to the ground arrested her. She was grinning remembering it all. "Well worth two weeks in Lock up." She nodded seriously. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Not to mention as soon as you got out you sent flowers to his mother's house with a death wish." Alex added on. Katt nodded.

"No one hurts my Emma. Not until it's over my dead body." her eyes narrowed before she placed her hands on her belly seeing Michael come into the room.

"So what's the plan…?" Alex asked, and Michael told him everything before calling Christina.

Sitting in the car Katt see Michael get out, he was walking towards Christina avoiding the trigger for the bomb, she kept still, they talked, Katt could see the SUV, with Lincoln inside, her eyes wide playing with her belly more, the pain had returned, but it was a little worse than the last one, it was worse, Katt now glanced to her belly before biting her lip, no she wasn't going to say anything. Katt glanced back up to see the Bomb had gone off, and Christina was staring to Michael scared, Michael ran back to the car, jumping in as Alex drove off.
Getting back to the warehouse, a new warehouse they nicknamed it. Well Katt nicknamed it that. She had gotten out of the back seat. She walked around up right fully, casually. She was holding her breath a lot. She was in shooting pain. "So now?" She asked looking back to Michael and Alex talking lowly before looking up. Michael went to speak but his phone went off. He answered quickly.

"What?" He snapped before his face frowned. He turned away. "It's hot I'm gonna go in." Katt said nodding it was pretty hot. Alex nodded.

"I'll come." He didn't like the look in Michael's eyes. Katt was wondered into the warehouse.

Emma was cuffed to a door, she kept her eyes to the General, he was arguing with Michael over her life, how nice. "Look give me Scylla in thirty minutes, or T-Bag can play doctor with the doctor!" he snapped the phone shut as Emma closed her eyes, she then felt T-Bag breathing all over her, she kept her eyes clothes.

"So little Emy, oh how I'd love to say your name, you have to answer me one thing, who is better, Burrows, or Scofield?" He licked his lips suggestively, and Emma kept her eyes closed.

"You're a pig Bagwell, a sick freak!" She hissed glaring at him, his eyes narrowed.

"No don't be disrespecting me, I am an employed man!" he laughed.

"The only thing for you, is a slit throat and an unmarked grave, but you help me, help me get to Michael, then the slate between you and him, it can be clean…" she said quietly.

"No way, that slate will ever be clean, in fact it's soon gonna get a lot more dirtier…!"

Emma swallowed fearful but her eyes were glaring a dark vicious expression. Well she was attempting to do so.
She was failing because her stomach was unsettling. But she did her best to ignore that, In the back of her head. Something bad was happing, Something ... A lot of something. "I think ... We can start playing now." His voice broke over her thoughts in a whisper. A sleek dark whisper. He pressed against her hip. Emma wanted to knee him where the sun in the South never shawn to him. But she held her knee down with a force. Her breath was inhaling and exhaling slowly. Only breathing when she needed around him, His fingers brushed against her stomach between the fabric. His skin was hot to her flesh. He was sucking his lip. "Don't fight me. Don't fight me." He whispered into her ear.

"Ok let's go…" The General said, and T-bag looked disappointed, and Emma let out a sigh.

"Just when we were getting better acquainted…"

"Teddy, what are you doing?" He said while T-Bag looked confused.

"Bring her to the exchange…" He said while the General laughed again, his eyes dark.

"The only thing Michael is getting at the Exchange is a slow and painful death, you found a job well suited to you, do what you want with her…" he now walked away.

Emma couldn't feel her knees anymore, her stomach dropped, and she lost the will to live, as T-Bag was looking like a make a wish kid at Disneyland with an all access pass.

T-Bag walked up to Emma in a snake like fashion. He was smirking a widely smirk. He un cuffed up again. Emma continued repeating, to good to be true, to good to be true, in her head over and over. T-Bag turned her around pushing her against the door with a smirk. His tongue flicked out of his mouth worst the Barty Crouch Junior in Harry Potter's The Goblet of Fire. It licked over Emma's neck. She twisted away from him with a struggle. His fingers wrapped into her hair he pulled her back and toward a window. He pinned her against it. He pinned her spread against it. Emma fought but was there a point in fighting? No. She grabbed onto a door handle it wiggled. She gripped it and started messing with it. T-Bag was gone to lock the door.

"Theodore please…" she said as he returned to her, his hand brushed against her arm, the skin exposed, she looked like fresh cream, even after being on the run all this time, she never tanned.

"Well I have to have my question answered, I mean, you seem like the kinda girl, that wants to be romanced, candles, wine, music…" his words smooth, his hands rubbing her arm. "But then a little part of me, wants to know, how long it took Burrows, to burrow his way into your panties, rumour has it, it wasn't that long, but then Scofield, seems like me and you both counting up the men chart… Bet I've been with more…" he laughed as Emma felt her stomach turn.

"Your a disgusting Ass hat!" Emma snapped darkly and disgusted with him. T-bag tsked.

"Now, now... Be nice..." He winked before looking into her eyes. Dead set. Emma didn't like it she pulled her eyes and head away from him. His hand - the good one went up her neck holding her throat forcing her to look at him with no other choice unless she wanted her air supply to be cut short. She looked at him cold. "See now. I can finally get even with old Scofield and Burrows... I can rape ... And have MY way with someone they both love." He was inches away from her face Emma could feel his breath hot. His fingers touched her lip. They were dry so they stuck to his finger tips. She narrowed her eyes.

"Don't…" she whispered, her voice cracked, but he kept smiling before pushing his lips on hers, she tried to move her face, but it spurred him on more.

"What I'm saying, who ever you chose, when ever they want to be with you, look at you, they will see me!" his voice a dirty laugh, and Emma closed her eyes, he uncuffed one of her hands positioning her spread eagle on the door, his hand now rubbing up her thigh, she thank God she chose the jeans over the skirt.

"No I have to say, what do you like best, what do you want, and I will give you what the doctor prescribed."
Emma took a deep breath, "How about, you let me go…" she said hopefully pulling more of the handle.

"Why, no I don't think…" he stared as the handle swung at his face, he caught it just in time pushing Emma against the wall, he slapped her around the ace hard.

"BAD MISTAKE!" T-Bag spat at her. She felt her face burning, more then usual it was a pump of adrenaline. She felt it rushing from her heart into her blood stream taking over all the ounces of her body. The 'Fear or Flight' coming quickly into play. She struggled violently twisted in all possible directions. T-Bag pushed again her holding her body still. "HA!" Emma snapped darkly into his face. She saw the anger getting deep and deep into the darkness of his none existent soul. "You isn't even HARD!" Emma mocked him darkly. She noticed bad English again when angry. T-Bag pressed his hand tighter against her throat.

"How about now!" he hissed and Emma could feel his growing erection pushing against her hip, her eyes finding his as he pushed his fake hand into the front of her jeans, Emma could feel the fake fingers touch her as she squeaked, her eyes shedding tears.

BANG! T-Bag feel to the ground and Emma feel down curling in on herself, Michael lifting the crow bar for another deadly blow.

"Michael!" Her voice small, Michael looked to Emma, she was helpless, he quickly stared to her, hand holding crowbar high. "Please, no…" she whispered as he quickly pull her to her feet, he held her close brushing his hand down her hair.

"It's ok, I'm here, and it's going to be ok…" his thoughts about Lincoln, his eyes closed.

"Please just get me out of here, please…" Emma now whispered as the make there Escape out the window with the rope.