"Unless you're gonna use your shank to take out the pipe, put it away" Michael said.

"I'm gonna put it in your neck, you don't get us outta here" T-Bag held the shank out threatningly towards us.

"Bring it down a peg, T-Bag" Sucre tried to calm him down.

"Shut your mouth. Remember, Pretty, I am serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape I'm gonna throw in a homicide, no problem. That's like a parking ticket to me!" I could still hear Lincoln banging on the grate and we all looked up.

He stopped banging after a while.

"Shh!" C-Note said.

"What was that?" Sucre asked. I ran to hide behind some racking just in time for a C.O to come in. He walked further in, he turned to leave but then say the pipe on the floor, he picked it up and looked at the pipe on the ceiling, I held my breath.

"Hey Keith, come check this out!" He shouted.

"Keith?" He repeated when he didn't get an answer. As soon as he left we all jumped up from our hiding placed. I went to watch the door in case he came back.

"We gotta go. Now! Gimme the rope. Gimme the rope, now!" Westmorland said. Sucre took it out of his pocked and threw it at him.

"Tie that off" Westmorland told T-Bag, he tied it round the shelving unit. I looked out the door to see two C.O's talking. Westmorland climbed down the rope and we heard him say "Okay, I'm down"

C-Note slid down the rope, followed by T-Bag and Sucre. Michael stood under the pipe on the ceiling, the object keeping him from his brother, looking very upset. I watched as the guards turned towards the Maintenance room.

"We gotta go, Michael" I said.

"It's done. Let's go!" I repeated, I slid down the rope to join everyone else on the floor waiting for Michael to join us.

I hurried through the pipe hoping I was going the right way, followed by C-Note, T-Bag, Michael and Westmorland.

I let Sucre go through the hole first, he then turned and helped me up. We then helped the rest of them through, we looked down the hole to see Westmorland wasn't there.

"Westmorland!" Sucre said, urgently

"I'm caught on something!" He replied.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on!"

We then heard someone trying to get through the door but couldn't because it was wedged shut. Finally Westmorland appeared at the bottom of the hole.

"Stay there. Stay down there!" Michael said, as we hurriedly put everything back to how it was.

The crowbar came loose and Bellick stormed in.

"Why was this door locked?"

"It wasn't locked, boss. The fan kept pushing it open so we decided to wedge it closed" T-Bag said defensively.

Michael moved across and picked up a crowbar from the table, no one said anything while Bellick stared at us.

"You've been in here all night not doing a damn thing" Bellick growled.

"Room's still wet, boss. Nothing we could do. It's not like we were having a picnic" Sucre said, while I laughed nervously.

"Bunch of shiftless, no-good convicts" Bellick insulted us. Michael moved forward and threw the crowbar down on the table, he looked furious.

"You got something to say, Scofield?" Bellick asked. Michael just looked away, and I tried to give him a reassuring smile, even though I knew everything had gone wrong.

"Wrap it up. And, all five of you, get your asses back to the block" Bellick left, shutting the door behind him. We all scrambled to get Westmorland out of the hole and by the time Bellick came back in he was out.

"You seem to be one light" He said.

"Right here, boss" Westmorland stood up from tying his shoes. Bellick, still looking suspicious walked out.

"Oh, no, no. Hey" C-Note punched the wall "I should be halfway to seeing my family right now!" A C.O entered and said.

"Let's go!" No one moved.

"Now!" He repeated, and we slowly filed out.

A buzzer sounded and all the cells opened. I got up and walked into Michael's cell.

"Just so you got one less thing to worry about, I want you to know...I ain't mad at you" I heard Sucre say.

"Me neither. You did the best you could, no one could have seen that pipe being replaced" I said from where I was standing at the cell door. I walked in and sat next to Sucre who was lying on his bunk.

"Thank you" Michael said.

"How long until...?" Sucre asked, I nudged him from being insensitive.

"16 hours"

"Are his lawyers making any progress? Is there still a chance? What...?"

"No. There's only one person who can really stop this execution" Michael looked at me and I saw an idea come into his head.

Michael and I were escorted to the infirmary, I had asked to go at the same time and was allowed because of my 'womanly problems'.

Michael looked at Lincoln who was in another room, and back down at me.

"I need to see my brother. Just to talk. For five minutes" Michael said. I could see the indecision on the Doc's face so I pulled a really sad face, and I was surprised to see it worked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll try" Doc said, we watched as she went over to the C.O guarding Lincoln's room. The C.O shook his head and I sighed.

"You know what to do?" Michael asked me.

"Yeah, I got it" I replied, as Doc came back.

"Um. I'm sorry, I'm told that you have to wait until final visitation"

"Doc isn't your father the Governor, surely he can do something? Please" I said.

"Believe me, my father knows where I stand on the death penalty. And I'm just as clear on his stand" Doc said.

"Doc I'm sorry. This isn't about the morality of the death penalty. This is about killing an innocent man. Lincoln is innocent and if you talk to his lawyers for an hour they can convince you of that. Please. Surely your father can't be in favour of killing innocents"

"Riley, I would pick up the phone right now if I thought there was any chance I could make a difference. But you have to understand: I'm the last person in the world that my father listens to. He hates what I do. He hates what I believe in. And if I'm the one asking for clemency for Lincoln he won't get it"

I sighed, and looked at Michael, he nodded slightly and looked up when we heard a jangling sound, and he watched his brother being led away.

"I'm sorry" Doc said to Michael.

I was with Michael and Sucre sitting on the benches.

"He doesn't even know what happened" Michael said.

"He knows you tried" I said.

"Do you think so?" Michael asked.

"He's your brother. He knows you. So, yes" Sucre said. T-Bag walked up to us carrying a baseball.

"I promised I would get him out of here" Michael said looking over at where Lincoln was isolated.

"You promised a lot of people, Pretty" T-Bag said.

"Enough, man, all right?" Sucre was starting to get annoyed.

"This don't concern you, boy. You don't get a man's hopes up like that, and then just..." He stopped talking when Sucre stood up

"Back up, or I'll beat your skinny ass into the ground. And it wouldn't take much to do it" They stared at each other for a bit.

"All right, ladies, rec time is over. Back to the block" I heard over the loud speakers.

You owe me a ticket outta here, Pretty. And I will collect" He threw the baseball up, caught it and walked away

"Don't worry Michael, everything will be fine" I said to try and placate Michael. "For all we know something happened to the chair or something. I heard that if something goes wrong with the chair they have to go through all the paperwork and stuff again. Three weeks or something" I said as I walked away. I noticed Michael wasn't next to me.

"You coming?" I asked.

Tweener popped out of nowhere

"Hey, what's the grapes, yo"

Michael walked away looking thoughtful.

"What y'all talkin' about?" Tweener asked me.

"Nothing" I said.

My cell door opened as the buzzers sounded and I walked up to Michael and Sucre.

"So once they do all the paperwork, your brother gets three more weeks"

"You did something?" I asked.

"We got more time Mami" Sucre told me. I smiled at Michael who looked tired.

"Are we still going through the infirmary?" I asked Michael

"If I corrode that pipe again, they'll notice something's up" He said.

"You got another way?" Sucre asked.

"Right now I'm just worried about getting through tonight"

The light flickered through the prison and I squeezed my eyes shut. It didn't work, Lincoln is going to die. I spent the rest of my night hoping for a miracle.

AN: This chapter is a little bit shorter then the others but Riley isn't family, so she's not in the final visitation or a witness, so that cut out a lot of scenes. Just if you were wondering :)

Hope you enjoy