"You need to calm your brother down!" Abruzzi snapped while looking to Michael, the fact that Lincoln was smashing Concrete hard and fast, the sound kept pounding, the fact they got the brake room, Good. They got Bagwell, Bad. Lincoln found out that his son was framed for double Homicide and kidnap of a minor.
"Linc, Linc!" Michael stepped in front of the sledgehammer, "you're going to give us away!"
"My SON is out there, in trouble! You can't except me to CALM down!" Lincoln snapped at Michael. Stepping back, he started hitting the concrete again, harder, his muscles tensing.
T-Bag watching Lincoln hitting the floor harder each time, "Sink, you keep goin' like that and we gonna have a whole lotta other problems! Like the COs finding out!"
Sucre's voice was heard before a loud punch sound, "AH Fuck!" Olivia now burst into the room, she charged over to Lincoln before punching him in the face, "OW!" she held her fist feeling the pain more. "Your son kidnapped my daughter!" she yelled loud.
Abruzzi quickly covered her mouth looking to Sucre, "Really!"
Michael looked nervous, but the fact Abruzzi was holding Olivia tight against his chest, her eyes looking to the sledgehammers, then to the other men looking to her nervous all quiet.
Lincoln didn't look toward the sheet coving the hole getting bigger in the floor. His face was tingling from the mild punch he'd just been given by Olivia. "I tried to stop her, she... " Fernando didn't bother trying to explain.
T-Bag licking his lower lip, "Well isn't this just peachy!"
"L.J. didn't Kidnap anyone, your daughter should've have gotten involved!" Lincoln snapped.
Michael looked to Abruzzi still holding Olivia's mouth her eyes shooting Dagger at Lincoln, she was struggling against Abruzzi's arms.
"What are you on about?" Michael asked Olivia, and then looked to Sucre, "Check, make sure the coasts clear," he kept his face serious. "John, let her go..."
"What if she screams?" his accent thick now, kept looking to the woman in his arms.
Fernando leaving, closing the door behind him to what the outside for Officers.
"Just let the Belle go." T-Bag glared to Abruzzi.
Lincoln nodding. "Let her go... She won't scream." His eyes narrowed.
Abruzzi felt his hand let go of her mouth, but when he let her go she jumped at Lincoln again, but Michael was quick to catch her. "Livia!" Michael's voice low, "There is a lot you don't know."
Olivia kept still, "What Michael!" her voice snapped, "They found her phone Lincoln, her phone, with messages from him, asking for help, and then she went missing!" her voice breaking into tears, "If he hurts her, I'll kill him!"
"Bit hard for you to do, being death row, so," Abruzzi was hoping she wasn't clocking onto what was going on.
Lincoln was standing in the same place he had been before, his green eyes never left Olivia's face. "I might not've spent a overly large amount of time with my son Olivia! But I know him well enough to know he would never hurt someone innocent!" His stomach was crunching inside.
T-Bag had smirked to himself. "I like a fire in a lady." He whispered.
"So if we can all be cool..." Michael slowly let go of Olivia, she went to step forward, but her foot caught on something in the floor, that was covered with a sheet, her face hit the floor.
"What the hell was that?" she moved the sheet before seeing the hole, it was small, but still, eyes going back to the sledgehammers. "Michael!" her voice serious, "This is," she kept looking freaked out.
"Well guess the cat is out the bag..." Abruzzi muttered.
"Oh this is JUST wonderful." T-Bag looked between the people he was working with to escape Prison. "If she know we might as well tell the whole Prison." He didn't look happy.
"Shut up, T-Bag!" Lincoln glared. Looking over Olivia, "I was going to tell you - just... Kind of slipped memory." He looked annoyed to Michael.
For a few moments, Olivia kept still on the floor, her eyes going from Lincoln, to T-bag and Abruzzi, finally falling onto Michael. "How?"
He reached a hand down pulling her to her feet, her eyes looking into his, still looking into the eyes she remembered, the boy who used to tell her all his fears, the things that made him who he was.
"It's complicated, but all I can say, is L.J isn't what the police are making him, he didn't kill his mother, he didn't kidnap Elle," he turned to Lincoln, "someone framed my brother for murder..."
"Yes, but no one framed you," Abruzzi pointed out, "I hear rumours of what you did." Abruzzi kept focused on Olivia.
"Misses Knifey-Wifey." T-Bag heard them too, they got the papers in Prison.
"Shut UP!" Lincoln snapped at T-Bag who put his hands up in defence. "I was only sayin' there is only a few times you can get rejected an appeal without getting the message."
Olivia hands tight, her eyes narrowed to T-bag, "I was in a kill or be killed situation," her voice rough, "What did them teenage girls do to get you to kill them, nothing, so don't you ever!" her hand pointed, "Bring up my case again, or god help me." she felt Michael pull her back a little.
"Don't," he whispered to her, his hand holding her arm, "He's not worth it," he then listened to the sound of Bellick, "Quick," he moved in covering the hole up.
Lincoln and Abruzzi sliding the table over the throw cover that covered the hole. T-Bag turned, pulling some drywall off the wall, tossing it into the wheelbarrow as Fernando walked into the blue door with Bellick, Bellick's hands on his hips, looking pissed off. "Hart - Scofield! Its time for your daily visit to Sick Bay!" He held out two pairs of handcuffs.
Michael kept looking to Olivia, she didn't look at him while holding her hands out for Bellick, her eyes quickly glancing back to Lincoln, she didn't seem angry any more, but a dark red patch was starting to come up on his face, she turned away as she was cuffed, and her Michael were taken away from PI.
Up in the Infirmary, Nikole who wore a plain black skirt that stopped mid-calf, black dress shoes and a pink short sleeve button up shirt. Had her white lab coat buttoned up, one button in the centre. Blonde hair in a basic ponytail, and her makeup was very little to her blessed skin.
She hadn't spoken much all day; her eyes were very dark, mean to an extent.
Her eyes narrowing when she heard the gate being buzzed open from the end of the hallway.
She held a silver empty tray as Bellick stood with Michael and Olivia. Bellick uncuffing Michael, let him into the usual place Michael got his insulin shot. "Afternoon, Nikole." Bellick watched her brushing passed.
"Hi." Her voice cold, going into a room to gather a new needle, and a few cleaning pads, a band-aid and the bottle of Insulin.
Michael glanced back to Olivia sitting on a bench, she rather wait than see Doctor Sara Tancredi. He kept walking in the office sitting down; he could see something was bothering her. "Did someone skip their medication today?" he joked trying to make her crack a smile, but it seemed today wasn't a good day for that.
If looks could kill, Michael would've been dead six times over before Nikole even blinked once. "Roll up your sleeve." She stated in a serious voice as she washed and dried her hands, pulling the gloves on, an anger boiling inside of her blood stream.
For a moment, Michael kept still. Then he reached over his arm while pulling the sleeve up, his eyes kept focused on hers. "Okay, why do I feel like I'm in the dog house?" his face serious now, he didn't know what he'd done wrong, or said but he was really confused.
Nikole's blue eyes of death were looking at Michael as she cleaned a place on his arm for the injection site. "You lied to me." She didn't look at him now, more the ink of the fresh tattoos. Putting the cleaning pad into the trash. She picked up the Insulin bottle shaking it.
"Lied about what?" Michael was going to play this cool, this moment he kept his eyes moving from Nikole to out the window were Olivia was looking in at him, this was hard to understand, so many lies, what one did she know, but his eyes focused on Olivia, he was hoping it wasn't the diabetic lie.
Nikole filled the needle with Insulin, staring at his arm; she poked him pretty good with it, injecting the Insulin. "Prison Industries - was never up in the Crawl Spaces." She stated. The Southern in her accent was scary dangerous, like several big men in pick up trucks are going to rip through your corn fields and do donuts on your front lawn while some others steal your tractor and light your farm house on fire, scary.
Michael felt the pain of the needle, his eyes fixed on hers, feeling like if he didn't kiss her right now, he would burn, but he kept still, his eyes kept on hers, going to that stare that wasn't going to give anything away, "anything else you want to accuse me of?"
Nikole looked madder at him, so many different feelings washed over her, pulling the needle from his skin, cleaning and drying the area. Putting a band-aid on it. "We're done here." She crossed her arms, breaking eye contact with him. She was hurt, hurt more for the fact, Michael didn't have to lie to her and he did and now she was pissed off and maybe she didn't have her pill this morning.
Michael got up, he walked out of the office getting cuffed, and he looked down to Olivia getting uncuffed, Michael sitting where she was sitting.
Olivia walked into the office, "Erm," she sat down trying to keep herself together, too much drama, one day, she felt like she was going to have a melt down. "Look, I know that look, I've had that look, so please." she kept her voice low, "Please don't take it out on my vagina."
Nikole was staring at Olivia, the darkness in her eyes lightened a bit, exhaling. "I'm, sorry." She shook her head. Picking up the paper cup of water and the tiny brown pill holding them out to Olivia. "Mind scattered off." She nodded casually. "Sorry - but the exam has to happen."
"I kinda noticed that," she kept looking to Nikole, "I'm just always nervous with them kinda exams," she laughed lightly, "Not like I can study for it." she then got onto the examining table, she felt weird, "Just I know a scorned woman, I am that woman..." she felt awkward with her feet now in air.
The curtain had been pulled back long ago. Nikole putting on a new pair of gloves, pulled up a stool to sit eye level. "Everything looks good." She pointed out. She continued with the exam trying to do it as quickly and comfortably as possible. "Everything seems in order." Nikole nodded. Standing up.
Olivia nodded, she pulled her pants back on, her eyes going to Nikole, "Remember, stay beautiful," she walked out of the office, her hands being cuffed again, but she looked to Michael, she felt like he was staring daggers at her, but he couldn't talk about it now, all he could do was wait, Today had no been a good day, today had been a horrible day.
Nikole re-washing her hands, drying them off saw the two shades darker than orange ginger hair of Sara as Bellick escorted Olivia and Michael away. "Sara." She said to catch her attention.
Sara paused for a moment in what she as doing, her eyes looked up from her paper work, putting her pen down, before folding her arms. "And what can I do for you now?" her voice cool while twirling on the chair to face Nikole.
Nikole didn't look to please with Sara either, putting her hands into her white lab coat pockets. "I want you to administer Michael Scofield his Insulin shots until further notice."
"Well I'll do that tomorrow then," Sara turned around in her chair with a smile on her face, "I am going to," she paused, "I got to do some run ups on Michael's insurance." she got up to fetch Michael's file, she felt like was still smiling big now.
Yard time, a time for stretching the legs, fresh air, or in this case, the inmates to see the big bus pulling into the prison gates.
Michael kept looking to the bus, it was clear that the new inmates were here, and everyone else was walking to the fence to see who were the new fish to the tank.
T-Bag came to wonder up beside Michael, looking excited. "Ouu! New Fish!" His Southern twang was longing for this.
A black man got off the bus, before a younger boy, who had tears streaming down his cheeks.
David was walking behind the guy crying, "Best put on our jail face, BG. These crabs see you puckering, they're gonna bitchify you in a heartbeat." he kept walking forward, brushed his face serious walking forward.
Michael kept looking to the men coming off the bus, and then listening to the CO calling Yard time over.
T-Bag looked excitedly at the younger boy. "Ouu.. Mmm." He sucked his bottom lip before turning to leave the fence.
Olivia was standing beside Lincoln looking to the bus, her eyes kept focused, but for a reason, she could feel Lincoln tense beside her. "You know," she kept looking forward, "This whole plan of Michael's." she felt weird, "This could get him more time, I know why he didn't want me on it, but why you want me on it?"
Lincoln's eyes were looking over her, but they were shady. "Because... You; Well I heard about your case, I do remember enough of you to know you wouldn't murder someone Willy nilly and you've gotta kid, I know what its like..." He shrugged seeing the bus doors opening.
Olivia swallowed a lump in her throat, her hands in her pocket, "Yeah, but his cheap whore of a girlfriend." focused on the bus, all the other inmates look to bus also. "She gave the police a good enough reason to doubt me, and I've not seen my daughter longer than I've wanted to, and I sometimes think she's better off without me."
Lincoln watching the newest Inmates getting off the Fox River bus, he glanced back to Olivia. "You can't say that... Your opinion is completely bias." He heard the CO yelling yard time over for the General Population in two minutes there Yard time would be done too.
Fernando walking into the Tiers of General Population A-Wing with Michael, "Guess I'm gonna have to find a new thing to call you." He was looking over the man with the Escape plan.
Fernando, walking for the people in front of them to carry on, he spoke; "You aren't a Fish anymore, not the newest - No!" His attention turned, seeing Seth on the second story of the tiers. White bed sheets tied around his neck, climbing over the railing.
He let himself go, falling, the bed sheets tied to the railing broke his land, hanging himself in front of the entire A-Wing.
Michael watched it, he felt his eyes going wide, his face kept looking to the body, Seth's legs twitched a little before being dead, he felt his eyes looking to T-bag, who didn't seem to give a shit about it.
Olivia sat next to Lincoln, her eyes kept looking forward, and she could listen to Michael sitting behind her. "Michael, really."
"I could of done something Livia," he kept looking to his hands feeling sick.
"T-Bag had his hooks in that kid, there was nothing you could have done." Lincoln spoke to his little brother as he kept his eyes forward.
Michael leant forward, he looked to his brother, "I could have told the Pope. He could've transferred the kid to ADSEG, he would've been safe." he kept looking forward, now.
Olivia felt her eyes going to Michael, her cuffs making her hold her breath for a moment. "Michael, you don't do that kind of thing in prison, it gets you in more trouble, and you can't afford it."
Lincoln had nodded. "Besides that and Michael you didn't even know the kid..." His voice dropped as a CO walked by casually.
"And that makes it okay? I turned my back on him because I didn't wanna make waves. It was just...easier to look the other way. Keep the plan safe." Michael felt his eyes going to Olivia.
She kept looking into Michael's eyes, "And you did," her voice kept low, but she felt her fingers playing with each other, "Michael, you need to stop punishing yourself!"
Michael kept looking from Olivia; to Lincoln and back, "But at what price?" he then looked to Lincoln. "That's not how she raised us. A man's down, you give him your hand. She'd roll over in her grave if she knew what I'd become." he felt shamed looking at his hands again.
Turning around in the pew, green eyes looking over his brother, Lincoln opened his mouth, "She wouldn't!" His hushed voice was sharp. "You have given me your hand Michael, my son is out there - with a bulls eye on his back. Do whatever you have to, to get us outta here." He nodded.
Olivia kept looking from Michael to Lincoln, she didn't get it, but all she knew was where ever Lincoln's son was, her daughter was with him.
Sara walked back into the office, her hands kept playing with her bag before setting it down looking to Nikole, she was sitting at her own desk. "So, going to ask me where I went?"
Nikole up, her blue eyes focused on Sara. "Obviously not to the shower..." She took in another breath, leaning back in the desk chair. "Where, where did you go Sara?" She tried to sound interested.
Sara inhaled, and exhaled while taking her coat off, she lightly sniffed under her pits for a few seconds. Shaking it off, her hands going down her shirt. "Erm, I've showered this morning..." her eyes kept looking around the office. Walking to her desk again, she glanced over Nikole, "I went to visit the Psychiatrist that Michael Scofield went to," she felt her hands down her sides, "I mean, he had a lot to say..."
For a minute, Nikole looked even more pissed off at Sara, "Why would you do that? That's invading a privacy - what did you find out?" She tagged on at the end, curious, maybe.
Sara kept focused on Nikole, "Ever heard of ow latent inhibition?" she asked while looking to the woman, for everything in her, she was hoping that it wasn't just her that didn't know.
Nikole's eyebrows knitted together, "Where the brain has a constant stream of incoming stimuli? They can't shut out. Unlike us who shut it out, we see my stapler as stapler, they see, everything about the stapler, yes - who hasn't heard of that?" She kept looking at Sara.
Sara pouted a little, "I," she sat down looking over her stapler, then placing it back down onto the desk, "well, I was making sure you know." she nodded to herself, then looked to Nikole.
"Why do you want me to work with Michael?" she kept her voice calm, she wasn't sure what had happened to make Nikole change her mind.
Nikole avoided the question narrowly. Before exhaling a short breath, "Because, I have a lot of paper work to catch up on and it would be easier if my work load with inmates was lightened, I think you are capable of giving out an Insulin shot - unless you don't feel comfortable with it?" She looked over Sara.
Sara shook her head, "No, that's not it," Sara moved around the office, she kept looking to Nikole, "I mean, I know you two had a disagreement." she nodded more to herself, her hands folded over her chest showing she wasn't backing down from this.
"Yeah? And what is your point?" Nikole kept looking over Sara, "He just lied to me and he hasn't before I guess it just ticked me off." She shrugged one shoulder.
Sara just kept watching Nikole, she felt herself looking to the night sky outside, "Well, I," she straightened herself, "I better get going." she found her coat again, "Good luck with night shift." she walked away thinking if she should be worried about Michael.
"What's the word, brother, man? Y'all cookin' brownies, or what?" David kept looking to the inmate in front of him, he'd had a bad time being here, but kept trying.
"Act your race milk chicken!" the man looked to David with distaste, he felt sick looking at him.
David kept looking around himself, "What's your deal, yo? You got tough buckets, or somethin'?"
"You're a disgrace to your skin. You know that?" he punched David, and David slipped falling back.
He kept looking to this man, David held his chest feeling the pain.
T-Bag was in to the scene. "Boy just slipped!" He noticed the CO's looking as he pulled David up from the floor. "Just slipped!" He repeated, before hissing in a whisper to David, "Ain't that right?" He started 'dusting' the kid off.
David pushed himself away from T-Bag, "Don't touch me," he narrowed his eyes, "I told ya, I ain't no homo, you fruit..." he kept his gaze on T-Bag, the man freaked him out, he didn't want him anywhere near him.
T-Bag looked unpleased but blank at the boy who was so white while craving to be Black. He looked ready to strangle him. "David!" Charles broke the tension, sharing a cell with the newest inmate he watched him. "Come on." He pointed toward Cell Thirteen.
David turned, he looked to T-Bag, "Yeah," he rushed to the cell, the alarm going off for all inmates to be in their cell, it was going to be shutting down for the night.
The night started, the lights went out, David's first night in prison, he couldn't sleep, he sat on his bunk, his arms wrapped around his legs on the top bunk, he kept looking out, he bit his lip scared.
Charles, on the bottom bunk, wasn't really asleep, just lying with his eyes closed.
T-Bag was leaning forward against the bars of Cell Sixteen, his eyes looking down the bars toward Cell Thirteen. Inhaling a breath, he started; "Oh, Tweener! ... I'm coming. Oh, Tweener...oh, Tweener, I'm a-coming for you..." He smirked, "I'm coming, coming..." He kept singing no one dare complain about T-Bag singing, "Is you ready? Are you ready? However you are, see, I'm here...I'm coming for you... Are you ready? Are you ready? I'm coming, I'm coming...I'm a-coming, I'm coming..." He smirked.
Michael was now watching David, he kept looking to how upset he was by T-Bag, but he knew this time, no, this time he wasn't going to let this boy suffer like Seth had to.
As T-Bag kept singing, he noticed Michael up on the second tier watching from his cell bars. He smirked, as he kept the song going. Until he finally grew tired of it - for tonight, he ended with. "I'm watching you Tweener." Before disappearing into the darkness of his cell.
Elle May was sitting next to L.J on a slab, under a bridge, she kept her arms wrapped around herself looking to the bag, "There is one bag of Doritos left," she said while scrummaging around for anything else in the bag food wise.
L.J. was sitting on the same slab; his legs crossed over Indiana style, glad it wasn't an overly cold night, "You can have them." He looked over to her, listening as the water swept over the rocks. "You know you don't have to be here with me..." He whispered.
Elle May sitting with her legs in front of her, she opened the bag taking a chip out before licking the cheese powder off first before biting it, she chewed and swallowed before looking to L.J, "I know." she said simply while repeating her process of licking cheese powder off a chip before nibbling it slowly.
The smell of the Doritos were strong to the crisp air, L.J. lent back against a metal bar on the bridge still on the stab, checking his phone. "You'd be a lot safer at home..."
"I know," Elle May held the bag to him, "eat something," she pointed out, they had been on the run together for a whole day, with a lot of running, plus the fact the first time in her life, Elle May felt like she was living, being alive.
L.J. shook his head, he wasn't full but he wasn't hungry either, his stomach kept twisting. "You know; for a Eleven year old you are pretty annoying!" He pointed out.
Elle May Giggle for a second, she kept looking up to L.J with a smile, "I know." she carried on eating while looking back to L.J again, "your phone is vibrating." she pointed out while finishing the bag off, crunching it up before throwing it back into the bag.
Bringing his palm to his face, L.J. face palmed before picking up his phone, looking over the unknown caller ID, he felt a twinge of nervousness flood his body as he flipped it open and answered. "Hello?"
Veronica felt happy to hear L.J's voice, "LJ, it's Veronica. Where are you?" she kept her tone calm, but she looked to Nick, they had to plan this out just right.
Elle May was opening the bottle of water, her eyes to the phone, she could hear a woman's voice on the other end, and she kept quiet now.
L.J. looking around in the darkness, "Oh, Veronica, I don't know. You gotta come get me... I'm with Elle May..." He whispered over the phone.
Veronica paused for a second, "L.J," she started, "Why are you," she shook her head, "Never mind."
Elle May could hear the woman, her ear was right next to L.J, more so she could be nosey in the conversation. "We can't, okay? We're not in Chicago. You have to come to us."
Elle May glanced over to a car pulling up, "L.J," she pulled his arm, "It's them again!" she exhaled feeling scared again.
"Oh, oh ... Veronica, they are here! No matter where we go... They are here!" L.J. Held the phone tighter, seeing the car but it remained unmoving.
"It's like that episode of," Elle May shut up looking to the look on L.J's face, she felt herself going quiet again.
Veronica exhaled, "What's going on?" she asked.
Elle May looked to L.J, back to the phone, and the car just sitting there, "How do they know where we are? How the hell do they know where we are? You don't understand..." her voice quiet.
Veronica brushed a hand into her hair, then turned to look at Nick who was watching her, "I want you to listen to me, okay? I need you to come to us. We're in Lake Mercer."
Elle nodded, her eyes on L.J, "I know where that is, my grandparents take me there a lot on spring break." she glanced over to L.J again.
Veronica nodded, "Okay, well, Elle, keep L.J's phone open, L.J you understand me, leave your phone open..."
L.J. zoned himself back in. "Leave it open, I got it, yeah." He glanced to the car, that hadn't moved at all in the past several minutes. "Bye..." He whispered hanging up. The black car unmoving for a minute before it just drove away.
Elle May glanced to the phone, as a Text message come through, she looked over it with a smile, "Oh, she's good..."
Dump the phone, they're tracking you. We're in New Glarus Elle May look to L.J, "well we better make a move on. I have a plan," she kept looking to L.J they both had to make a move.
"Excuse me but... You are eleven ... I am the older person here and I - will come up with the plans." He started walking up the side of the river to get back up onto land.
Michael was walking to the break room, his eyes kept focused on the back of T-Bag's head walking with Sucre, he turned to nod at Lincoln who was next to Olivia, she didn't know what was going on, but she kept quiet.
T-Bag was turning around, "Nothing like tail, eh, Scofield?" T-Bag was laughing brightly. Abruzzi remained still.
Michael picked up a hammer as they were all in the break room; he smacked the hammer on the back of T-Bag's knee making him fall down in pain.
Olivia went wide eyes while watching the scene, but kept close beside Lincoln, she didn't feel bad for the man, her eyes focused to the door that Sucre was guarding now.
Fernando and Abruzzi remained still together, their eyes going from Michael to T-Bag holding his knee in pain on the floor. "You son of a bitch!" He hissed.
Michael eyes were serious, "This ends right now!" his voice a dark hiss, he kept focused on T-Bag, and Olivia kept watching the scene.
She glanced to Lincoln, "What ends now?" she asked quietly not sure what she was missing.
Lincoln didn't really say anything, his eyes averting from Olivia's to T-Bag than Michael, before kneeling down as T-Bag tried getting up, failing however still in pain, "Oh, you just screwed some major league pooch, Pretty! I'm gonna sing like a whole tree full of birds now!" His face close to Michael's before yelling; "BADGE!"
Michael stepped closer to T-Bag's face, his eyes narrowed, "You wanna sing, then sing. But you know what I think? You don't have the guts. You want out of here just as much as the rest of us." he kept his eyes dark, the door opened as a C.O walked into the room looking around.
"We got a problem here?" his eyes were looking around the whole P.I crew trying to sound badass.
T-Bag could feel every ones eyes on him, Lincoln just a few inches behind him. He looked around, "I ... Uh, no - I thought we was missin' some tools is all!" He pulled himself up, sniffing quickly before rubbing under his eyes, his knee in pain.
"Get back to work." The C.O walked out leaving the room looking pissed off his time was wasted.
Olivia exhaled while trying to figure out what to do, she kept looking around the room to something she could be doing.
Michael now looked to T-Bag, he was still keeping his game face on. "Now. You and I may be stuck together in this little dance, but I call the shots. First shot, that kid out there? You don't touch him. Ever. Do we understand each other?" he got to his feet now trying to keep a distance from T-Bag.
Olivia slowly walking to Lincoln, "You got something from your lawyer, any news on our pesky kids?"
"We do." T-Bag said in a dark voice, standing up he limped away. Lincoln looked over Olivia, before opening his mouth, "Mmm." He stopped seeing Bellick, "Abruzzi, you and I need to have a CHAT!" He snapped as Abruzzi left with Bellick.
"They're fine, they are with ... Veronica."
Olivia let out a sigh of relief, then looked to Michael, "wait, why didn't he fall through?" she asked looking to the floor where the hole was.
Michael broke into a grin; he lifted up the sheet showing the employee of the month board covering the hole perfectly.
Later on the day, David was sitting on some bleachers holding a football, he could see T-Bag making his way over, and his guard shot up, "You trippin' on somethin', Alice?" he kept looking serious to T-Bag the man seemed to be paused for a heartbeat, but carried on, David broke into a grin feeling better now. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Lamp it up in here again, I'll be fittin' to break some shop." he called after T-Bag, and Michael was grinning from ear to ear about how he saved one person, even if that one kid was being a little too over enthusiastic.
Lincoln had been watching from his Death Row yard box, he smiled proudly toward Michael as T-Bag kept limping away from David without a word.
Fernando came up to stand beside Michael, "We gotta problem." His voice nervous.
As different inmates wearing P.I. clothes were heading toward the break room with Bellick.
Abruzzi noticed jogging to the fence. "Boss! Boss!" He caught his attention. "What are they doing?"
"Fixing the break room!" Bellick snapped.
"But that's P.I.! I should know... I run it!" Abruzzi was freaking out.
"Not anymore you don't..." Bellick turned away.
