Standing on his side of the Fence Michael kept watching the new P.I crew in the break room, kept looking over to the break room, to the death row yard, the same two people in there, Olivia and Lincoln, he kept focused on them before back to the room feeling helpless.
Abruzzi came to stand beside Michael; his greasy hair gleamed in the sunlight shining down. "They're gonna find it. The longer they're in there, the sooner they're gonna find it..." He was looking from the new P.I. Crew to Michael.
Michael kept focused on the P.I crew working, he kept thinking about anything, but right now, it was just making his head hurt while turning to face Abruzzi, "Then we gotta get back in there." he kept his tone neutral, but inside his mind was working a mile a minute.
Abruzzi exhaled, "I'm gonna say something crazy to you right now..." He started up.
Michael rolled his eyes, "Surprise, surpriseā¦" he kept focused on the fence.
Ignoring the feeling in his stomach, "I don't give a damn about that Fibonacci anymore."
Michael kept looking to Abruzzi now, he laughed, "You're right, that is crazy." he now tried to give off the vibe that he wasn't going to give up the man, he just knew it was the only thing he had to offer Abruzzi for the plane.
"Because I got bigger things to think about, like survival. You see, I'm kinda short on friends in here, in case you haven't noticed. I need to get out, right now." He was walking with Michael across the yard along the fence, "While I still got my life."
Michael listening, he kept nodded, but then he inhaled looking to Abruzzi, "Then why are we talking about Fibonacci?" he kept focused on Abruzzi trying to keep his game face.
"Look; the only way I can get that room back is if I can prove to Falzone I'm still worthy, that I still got what it takes. Yeah? And." He paused for a brief minute staring into Michael's blue eyes. "The only way I can do that is if I can give him Fibonacci."
Michael glanced away from Abruzzi, "Interesting." he kept looking away from him trying to keep himself cool.
"You see, this is not a me verse you thing anymore. This is us." Abruzzi exhaled one more "An us thing, all right? It's us for the escape."
Michael looked to Abruzzi; the man was close to him, for a second, he kept aware of everything around him. "Is it? Or is this about you getting in good with the Mob again?" he asked trying to keep everything cool.
"That life - is over for me, Fish. I mean, they clipped my wings! They want me to rot in here." His grey eyes wild but hidden with different emotions, "So I got no allegiance to them anymore." His voice was more serious than usual.
Michael bit his bottom lip lightly while looking over to the place where Abruzzi used to play card, and back to Abruzzi, "And yet you still wanna do them a favour." he kept his cool, but then he was pretty sure, if he kept pushing Abruzzi, he was going to push back.
Narrowing his eyes; " Falzone is desperate." He nodded more so to himself, "See, if Fibonacci testifies in front of The Congress next month - Falzone's going to go down in flames." He pointed out the obvious, "But! If we give him Fibonacci, he will give us anything. Anything, including that very special room. What do you say, Fish?" He rested his case.
Olivia bouncing the basketball, she threw it at the hoop, for the first time getting a three pointer, she looked back to the P.I crew that wasn't them doing the work, she was banned, cos the new inmate running it, didn't trust her, she exhaled, then looked to Lincoln, "you missed my three pointer!"
Lincoln stood, watching the new crew working, he pulled his eyes away from them, each time getting a little more worried about the hole being found. Looking over Olivia. "Oh sorry... Make it again?" He grinned.
Walking over to the ball, Olivia lined it up, "I bet it won't get in this time," she threw the shot, and like predicted she missed. "Damn buckles." her voice squeaked, she picked the ball up standing beside Lincoln, "Can you tell me about the phone call again?" she asked feeling lost.
Lincoln walked over, away from the fence, "L.J. he isn't okay, but he is alive - Elle May is okay too, L.J. said she gets a little annoying." He looked around. He sighed, touching the bricks on the wall.
"A little annoying," Olivia laughed, "Trust a eleven year old to have a crush on someone way older than herself," Olivia quickly placed her hands in her pocket, for the fact she remembered her crush on Lincoln when she was a teenager, so she inhaled, "I'm just happy she's with someone, and safe."
"L.J. would never intentionally put your daughter or anyone else in danger..." Lincoln felt the urge to state that. "She'll be safe with the people she is with, you are right about that, the sooner we get out the better."
Olivia nodded with Lincoln, "Well, I get out of here," she kept a serious face, "I, Well I am going to just." she shook her head, "I just don't get why these people setting you up, are now wasting time, trying to kill two kids."
"Its something big, something... Something even I don't understand but honestly, when could I ever understand something that wasn't common sense." He exhaled.
"Well, it just seems crazy," Olivia kept looking to Lincoln before glancing over to the gen pop yard, taking the ball while throwing it at the hoop. "WooHOO!" she cheered as the ball went in.
Lincoln rolled his eyes at her, "That is so ... Nothing." He mocked her, chasing the ball with his hands, he tossed it into the basket without looking smirking.
Olivia gasped, "Show off!" she picked the ball up, she playfully threw it at his back while trying to not laugh, "A big showing off, show off..."
Lincoln grin got brighter as he caught the ball in his hands. "Not showing off ... Just - well no, showing off you are right." He laughed.
"Yes, but then I bet you can't name all the elements in under two minutes..." she snatched the ball from his hands and kept looking into his eyes.
"Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium... " Lincoln stopped staring at her before glaring. "Yeah? WELL! Bet you can't change a car tire AND hot wire it, in under thirty sections."
"Yeah, I never learned how to steal cars," her voice light hearted, but her eyes kept looking to Lincoln's, she glanced over to the C.O coming towards them, "Better not have that on your mind in church..." she walked over holding her hands out for the cuffs.
"And the Lord said unto Satan, 'hast thou considered my servant Job? That there is none like him in the earth. A perfect and an upright man. One that fears God, and shuns evil'." The priest spoke, it echoed in the chapel.
Olivia sat beside Lincoln, her eyes kept forward, feeling Michael behind her.
"Linc, I just," he kept focused forward, keeping his town low, "What should I do?"
At the priest spoke to the decent amount of inmates, looking forward, Lincoln played with a button on his tan jumpsuit. "Give him up." He said softly.
Michael inhaled; "If I do, they'll kill him." he kept his voice low.
Olivia turned her head to look at Michael, "Maybe he deserves it, I mean her worked for Abruzzi enterprise..." she kept her voice low, looking into Michael's eyes, as he stared back into hers.
"That's just it, he doesn't." Michael kept watching Olivia, her face had changed a lot, but her eyes still the same, and he felt like he didn't really know her anymore.
Lincoln turned his head back just a fraction of an inch, "Who is this guy, Michael?" He paused, "you don't me he was Mob." His word were stern the usual Lincoln.
Michael snapped his attention from Olivia onto his brother, "He was working for the Mafia. He just didn't know it. Otto Fibonacci is...he's just like you. An innocent man, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time." he kept his tone low while he went to explain what had happened, every detail made it hard for Olivia to ignore.
"What's the right thing to do now, Michael?" Olivia bit her lip, but she could tell that it was tearing Michael apart.
Lincoln knew full right, the right thing to do... How this was going to play out one way or another and it made him feel cheated inside. "What you're really trying to tell me is if...if I'm to live..." He trailed off.
"...A good man has to die." Michael finished his brother's sentence.
Olivia kept looking to Lincoln's face, back to Michael, for a split second they both looked identical in expression. "We can always play him out in out head as Doctor Doom..."
Michael rolled his eyes, "Trust you Olivia," he didn't laugh, "but I just don't know how I am going to do this." he kept looking to his hands now.
"Sorry, just trying to help," her eyes going to her hands now, she felt worse.
Once again in the yard, this time it was Fernando with Michael. "You've gotta see this, Fish." He nodded his head out toward the new P.I. crew hauling in carpet toward the Break Room. Before he whistled. "Hey, Jersey! You gonna be putting that carpet into the Break Room?" He asked.
"I think so." The man known as Jersey spoke to Fernando the chain link fence separating them.
"We gotta tear up the old stuff first. As soon as we're done with that. Tonight, tomorrow, maybe." He nodded before continuing on with his carpet rolls.
Fernando looked to Michael with that serious gleam in his eyes. "They're gonna find it. We have to do something!"
Michael kept looking to Sucre, then Jersey, he placed his hands into his pocket looking to the break room. "Well It's gonna be hard," he started in a low town. "Sucre," he started before looking to his cellmate, but for a reason, he didn't really see Sucre as just a cellmate. "There is something I have to do, and it goes against all my morals, I don't know what to do..."
Fernando kept looking over Michael, Michael being the first person he'd never screwed over in his Prison. "What kind of something, Papi?" His brown eyes in wonder looking into Michael's eyes, the blue eyes that always seemed to hold so much more emotion than his voice or expressions.
"Put it this way," Michael started, he kept his hands in his pockets, "For us to get that room back, to continue the plan..." he exhaled kicking the dirt with the tip of his boot. "I have to turn an innocent man into the mob," he glanced over to Abruzzi, then back to Sucre.
Fernando glanced to where Michael had been looking, to Abruzzi playing cards by himself on the bleachers. "And you actually know where this guy is?" He looked back at him.
"I did the research, foot work," Michael kept his voice low, "So yeah," he then placed his hands out of his pockets, trying to figure out what to do with them, but placed them back into his pocket shaking his feet out, his absent toes still felt odd. "But I just," he stopped talking feeling horrible.
Fernando kept looking over the green grass around them, the toe of his boot digging into it. "But, Fish." He placed his hand in a friendly way on Michael's shoulder. "They won't know if you're telling the truth or not..." He pointed out.
Michael's eyes focused onto Sucre's for a second, it was like something hitting in the face with a wet fish, he broke into a grin, "Sucre, you're a genius!" he tapped his shoulder, looking into his deep brown eyes breaking with a bigger grin.
Fernando smirked, "Well; I do have my moments, Papi!" he kept feeling good about something, he rocked on his feet looking back to the P.I crew, and closed his eyes for a second hoping everything went right for Michael, thinking of Mariecruz.
Michael walked over to Abruzzi; he kept a look about while keeping his hands into his pockets. "I was thinking about what you said. That it's not a me-versus-you thing. It's an us thing." he kept looking to Abruzzi trying to keep a cool head.
Abruzzi looking over Michael, he nodded. "That is right." His accent strong, his eyes focused. He kept looking serious, because right now, all he was caring about was himself, and his prison rep.
"How far are you willing to go with that?" Michael asked, he kept looking around himself, mostly taking Sucre's advice, he had to pull it off without making himself look like a two faces snake.
Narrowing his eyes for a minute, Abruzzi thought about it for a piece of a second, "As far as I have to."
"Then set up a meeting with Falzone. I wanna talk to him directly." he kept his tone serious, he wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to say anything unless he saw the man himself.
Abruzzi's eyes, glared, "Falzone doesn't talk to guys like you directly." His voice kept stiff, his eyes kept glaring to Michael.
"If he wants Fibonacci, he's gonna have to." Michael kept glancing around the yard knowing he made his point.
C.O. Patterson opened the door to Olivia's cell. "It's time for your visit to the Infirmary." He held up handcuffs, casually trying not to make a big deal about them.
Olivia got to her feet, "Oh Patterson," she held her hand to her chest, "we really need to stop meeting like this." she nodded while putting her hands together so he could cuff her, the fact was, she had been bored most of the afternoon, so was happy enough to see her doctor, better than seeing Tancredi.
"I know, Miss Olivia." Lewis Patterson laughed softly, as he escorted her outside, up the cement pathway, up the stairs to the Infirmary, which seemed pretty silent. "Nikole." Lewis smiled seeing her.
Nikole looked up from a chart. "Lewis, always a pleasure to see you in my Infirmary, Afternoon Olivia." Nikole watched Lewis uncuffing her.
"Seriously," Olivia kept looking to the older man, "Your wife is a lucky, lucky lady," she paused, "and so's Becky..." she whispered the last part when her wrists were free of the handcuffs, she looked to Nikole, "Well, get my pill on!" she walked over the chair looking around the small office, and was trying to piece why Michael would fake Diabetes to be in here.
Lewis didn't speak, but a sly smirk appeared over his lips making Nikole snicker in laughter, walking away into another room, getting the Birth Control pill from a labelled container and a small paper cup full of chilled water. "All right, here you go." Nikole held them both out to Olivia.
Olivia took the pill and the water; she glanced to Nikole's hand with a small smile. "So when is that man of yours going to put another ring on that finger?" she asked trying to not sound too intrusive, but then it was the fact she just wanted to be able to feel like she wasn't just a death row female.
Letting out a short laugh, Nikole looked over her engagement ring for just a minute, a smile spread across her face that she couldn't control. "July 7th." A glitter of excitement burst in her blue eyes. Along with a burst of worry, remember the first attempt at getting married.
"Darn it!" Olivia snapped, "I guess I won't be able to make it," she sighed, "but hey," she looked like the fact the date being after her execution, she kept smiling, "Cake, make sure that no one drunk is aloud near it," she nodded, "I learned that one the hard way." she didn't really like remembering her wedding, but then hers was more of a shotgun wedding, more on his parents behalf, not her own, by then her parents weren't talking to her.
Nikole nodded very slowly. "Well, last time - Kevin and I tried gettin' married on my Twenty-Second birthday, he got called to an Emergency fire at the police station and I got called into an Emergency trauma... They put the cake under a lamp by accident and it melted." She tried to laugh about it. "This time, its gonna be very simple, few people." She nodded.
"My wedding wasn't really that big," Olivia stated, "It was me, him, his parents, his friends," she then played with her hand, "I didn't have much of a dress, cos I looked like free Willy," she exhaled, "Plus my water broke in the middle of the first dance..."
Nikole looked around the office space, before nodding slowly. "Naturally that would have to happen." Her voice was low.
"Guess you're not big into kids," Olivia inhaled, "do you mind," she pointed over, "Can I wash my hands? Feeling a bit clammy." her voice calm, but then again she wanted to be nosy.
"Yeah no problem." Nikole pointed toward the sink, before thinking about the first statement Olivia made. "I wouldn't say not big on kids, just never really found the right time..."
Olivia slipped off the chair, walking over to the sink; she turned the tap on running her hands under the water. "Yeah, but then I can say, you can plan for kids, but they are not easy." she kept looking out the window, finally to the sink, her eyes focused on the drain. "That's why his here..." she whispered low to herself.
"Thing is, I haven't really been around many kids, unless I was on Peeds rounds during medical school." She watched Olivia at the sink. "Sorry, did you say something?"
"No," Olivia turned around, "I am not much to go with kids," she looked serious, "I was put into prison just a little while after Elle's first birthday." she then wiped her hands on her trousers. "So I better go..."
"I-uh, yeah..." Nikole stood up. Opening the office door as Lewis stood waiting outside of it.
Being back on P.I felt good for Olivia, even if the jump suit didn't her, but glancing across the break room to Lincoln standing behind Michael, she looked over the two brother's feeling so form of hope. Her hands were pulling burnt MDF off the wall.
"Another eighteen inches and we'll hit that pipe," Michael kept smiling, "We'll be there by Friday..." he kept smiling to everyone.
"Friday?" Fernando's eyes bugged largely for a minute and Lincoln kind of grinned. "Better start making travel arrangements." Lincoln looked around.
"Mariecruz here I come, baby!" He grinned excitedly. Abruzzi looked across the room, smiled to himself. "Sardinia, here I come." He looked back to the clipboard.
"Where we going?" Lincoln looked over his little brother.
Olivia now wrapping an arm around Michael and Lincoln's shoulders, "Yeah, where are we going?" her voice cheerful, but then she found Michael's eyes meeting her own.
"And who said you're coming with us?" he asked, it was half mean, but half joking, he kept focused on Olivia.
She pouted, "Well, I have no one else in my life, apart from Elle May," she kept her tone light.
Michael nodded, "Panama..." he whispered to both Olivia and Lincoln.
"Panama?" Lincoln asked, for a minute trying to remember where that was on a map, he gave up, he knew somewhere in South America.
Michael laughed, "Panama. Darien Gap, south of the canal. No roads, no electricity. No cops. Nothing but white sand beaches and ice cold beer." he said while putting the employee of the month board over the hole again.
Olivia laughed, "I don't drink beer," she kept her arms around both brothers.
Michael rolled his eyes, "fine, you can have cocktails out of a coconut shell," he smiled to her, "how's that sound?" he kept light tone.
Olivia nodded, "and I can work on getting myself a tan..." she laughed looking from brother to brother.
Lincoln was looking between the two of them, before itching behind his year, "Well, that's all nice and dandy, but what about our lives?" He focused more on Michael now.
"Yes Michael," Olivia tapped Lincoln's shoulder, she then looked into Lincoln's eyes with a smile. "You always make good points."
Michael sighed, "Well, we'll open a scuba shop." he kept looking to Lincoln feeling Olivia blinked, "But we all can't dive..." she pointed to all of them.
"We'll have plenty of time to learn." he kept looking over Olivia, "and also, he took her arm off his shoulder, "You always learn things fast..." he got to his feet putting the sheet over the hole.
T-Bag knocked on the blue door, "Bull!" He said casually while 'counting' new drywall pieces in the storage while.
As Bellick came walking in. "This Con says he's on the job." C-Note was behind him.
"I don't think so..." Abruzzi said.
"You heard the paisana. Move your ass." Bellick looked back.
"You know anything about construction?" Lincoln asked for Abruzzi who seemed to be staring at Bellick who kept looking between the Convicts in the burnt Break Room.
"Concrete is my specialty." C-Note looking smugger by the second, his eyes focused and found Michael staring at him "Can you dig it?" he knew he was getting his message across.
Abruzzi nodded, "Okay, boss. Sign him up." he kept feeling annoyed with this.
Bellick also nodded, "You got it," he turned around leaving the break room.
C-Note walking over to Michael, close to the man, "Now it looks like Darwin wins after all, eh, Fish?" he laughed.
Michael didn't say anything.
Olivia kept looking from Michael to C-Note, "Well girls, no need to stand around like a bunch of idiots, we've got a job to finish," she started to pull more MDF off the wall.
