Rubbing sand paper against the new drywall on the walls T-Bag exhaled clearing his throat.
Holding a clipboard, Abruzzi looked around. "Okay lets rotate!" He glanced to his crew.
Olivia looked to T-Bag, "Well come on, your turn," she kept doing her part of the work, her eyes going back to what Lincoln was doing before brushing a piece of her hair out of her face.
Michael kept looking to Olivia and his brother, then back to C-note, he was glaring to T-Bag.
"Son of a..." he kept looking up, and then tried to get out of the hole.
"Sergeant Sodomy, you're up next." Abruzzi kept looking over a clipboard.
C-note noticing T-Bag ignoring Abruzzi, "Come on!" he snapped.
Lincoln glared at T-Bag who was hovering around C-Note. "I don't know about y'all but," he stopped, pulling C-Note out of the hole and cleaning his hand off on his jump suit. "But this room is gettin' a lil to dark for me to dig."
"Are you telling me that there's a hole in Fox River that you don't wanna get into?" C-Note was getting up close to T-bag.
Olivia quickly stepped in between them, her eyes focused on C-note, "He's not worth it," her voice low, she turned her eyes looking to T-Bag's, "stop being such a Dumbass, and stop trying to make waves."
T-Bag hissed at C-Note, as he slipped into the concrete hole with the metal curved shovel.
"Relax." Lincoln looked down at T-Bag, his voice dark and dangerous.
"Hey, you know, I got a question. How come Fusilli over here ain't handling a shovel?" C-Note snapped, it seemed this man only wanted to start drama, so Olivia waved her hands in subission before walking over to sandpaper more of the wall, kept focused.
"bloody diva," her words a mutter that no one really could hear.
Abruzzi looking to C-note, "I handle arrangements on the outside." he kept his tone cool.
"Really. So what is that, transport, paper, what?" C-Note kept close to Abruzzi.
Abruzzi didn't even glance up from his paper work, "Exactly. Makes me manager." he kept lovely.
C-Note kept calm, "And that makes us just labour, right?" he kept nodding.
"Now you're getting it," he kept his voice smooth, his eyes on the clipboard.
C-Note kept calm, "You know, management better keep a close eye on the conditions up in here, or the labour's liable to go on strike. You feel me?"
Olivia stepped in, "Not to be nosey," she kept looking to C-Note, "I couldn't help but over hear, but if anything about a strike, you'll be on your own." she kept her voice light.
"Get back to work." Lincoln glared at everyone just as Fernando entered the blue door. "CO coming! Guys hurry up!" He snapped.
T-Bag was pulling himself from the hole. Lincoln put the frame down and pushing the carpet over it.
T-Bag helping Fernando put the table over it as C.O. Campbell walked in. "Scofield." He looked at Michael, "Move it, it's time for your conjugal."
The P.I. crew looked surprised. Lincoln looked shocked about to pass out.
"Your wife is here." Campbell was still looking at Michael.
Michael headed out of the Break room, when he was gone C-note pulled the carpet out of the way. "Well," he glanced to Lincoln.
Olivia picking up a shovel, "I really can't believe that," she slipped into the hole looking to Sucre, "I mean, did he say anything to you?" her voice light while using the shovel to dig the cement out.
"Uhm, no." Lincoln was just standing there, still trying to work this out in his thick head. "I..." He trailed off, biting his lower lip, before turning away picking up a bucket of cement.
"Guess he didn't say anything to you," Olivia kept looking around the room, "I mean really," she felt like her hands moving around the shovel, she winched, "Ow!"
C-Note, "Okay, who votes white girl stays out the hole, she's slower than..."
"Slower than what Franklin?" her voice low, her eyes kept looking serious.
"Why don't you just go back to slinging the stuff?" Lincoln pushed a bucket of crunched cement and concrete into C-Notes chest with narrow eyes.
Olivia held a hand out, "Fine, I'll get out," she held her hand up, "Linc, care to help a lady out?" she asked while ignoring that, out of all the men in this room, she could trust him.
Lincoln offered her his hand and when she took it, he pulled her up and out, with ease and a smile. "Of course my dear." His voice was polite.
It made T-Bag fake gag.
"Thank you," she pushed the shovel into T-Bag's chest, "Get in the hole, since you're so keen on being a dick," she kept her tone dull to him. "I am more into sandpaper," she walked over to the wall, her eyes avoiding all the men feeling sick.
T-Bag remained still, where the shovel had been pushed into his chest, it stung a bit. As he stared.
"You heard her!" Lincoln snapped. T-Bag slipping himself back into the hole. Continued digging as Fernando opened the blue door once again. "Michael's coming back from The Bone Yard..." He grinned, seeing everyone scramble. "Alone! Alone!" He said quickly.
"Bone yard," Olivia blinked, "Seriously, guys, Bone yard?" her voice trying to control herself.
Abruzzi looked over to her, "don't be acting like you've no idea what that means..." he thought about his wife, he wondered if she'd come for a conjugal."
C-Note kept looking to Olivia, "you're no Virgin Mary," he focused.
"No!" Olivia kept focused, "I'm just not a pervert, giving things pervy names..."
Michael walked into the Break room; he looked to everyone starting at him, wondering what on earth did he miss.
Fernando was face to face with Michael, his brown eyes looking slightly pissed and hurt in a mixture. "I tell you everything about me and Maricruz and you!" He pointed at his face, "Can't even tell me you're married?" He looked sad.
"Unless he's married to someone he's not proud of..." Olivia sung while focused on the wall.
"Olivia, coming from someone who Married Ryan Hart!" he pointed out, then looked to Sucre, "I'll tell you later," he now kept looking around everyone.
C-Note looked to Michael, "Rough day, huh Scofield? While the rest of us are in here slinging concrete, you got some little girl in to play on your rusty trombone, huh?" he snapped.
"Ew!" Olivia pointed, "I don't want to hear it!" she kept her voice serious, "I mean, really, no..."
Lincoln looked from Michael to Olivia and back to Michael, the confusion still easily seen on his face.
T-Bag leaning back in the hole looked over Michael's pretty face. "Man's got a point. It just doesn't seem equitable like, you know what I'm sayin'?" He suggested.
"Shut up and dig, T-Bag." Lincoln snapped.
Abruzzi kept looking to Michael, he watched as Michael was sitting by the hole looking about everything, everyone. "I think what the idiots inside here want to know is, while we're digging this hole, what are you doing?" he asked serious.
Michael held the credit card up, "I'm going shopping," he kept smiling.
Olivia kept looking to Michael, "Erm, am I missing something, cos I've seen the hole in the infirmary..."
"Pretty, care to... Elaborate? For the rest of us who might not... Fully understand your ... Inquisitions?" T-Bag's eyes were on Michael.
Lincoln lent against the dry wall. "Yeah, uh... Michael?" He didn't get it either.
"You may keep using big words, you're still a big idiot!" Olivia now glanced to Michael, "Right now, we can sit here and try and work out your cryptic talk, or we can," she pointed to T-Bag, "Get that hole done." she now got to her feet.
"Your girl's gotta point snowflake," C-Note walking to dump more cement into the wall.
Michael rolled his eyes, "She's not my girl," he pointed out.
"No, apparently you gotta wife, no one knew about!" Fernando said sourly as he left the Break Room to keep watch on the outside for Officers.
"Seems like you really vexed your celly, pretty." T-Bag said while digging.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Nando," her voice calm while looking into his eyes, "Ignore anything comes from his trap, it's only to make trouble," she then glanced to T-Bag, "Dig, dig, and shut up, cos no one wants to hear your hill Billy crap."
That night, Fernando was sitting on his top bunk, looking out into the tiers with his mini mirror, "We're clear." He pulled the mirror back in, looking to Michael.
Michael reached into the lining of his Jacket, he kept looking to the card, and then kept looking to Sucre, "Stop looking at me like that," he kept looking over himself.
Fernando still looked incredible pissed at him, his accent thicker when he spoke to Michael seeing the card. " A credit card? The bulls catch you with that they'll be so far up your doggy door you'll be..." He trailed.
Michael smiled, "Don't worry. They won't be catching me with one." he pulled the plastic off of the card, "Because," showing it for what it really was. I don't have a credit Card." he kept smiling to Sucre going to the hole.
Looking at the now white card with a blank pin stripe on one side, Fernando's eyebrows pulled together, "Than... What is it?"
Elle May kept blinking tears, the fact on the floor was a bleeding Nick, face down, "I,"
"Right," Quinn kept looking around, "So this is how we're going to do this," he took Elle May, "We are going to be separated, and I'm going to find out what I need to know..."
L.J's eyes were huge as his hands ached from lack of blood being bonded tightly to the chair.
Nick was laying face down, unmoving.
Quinn kept looking to Elle May, then to L.J, "So you," he looked to Elle May, "you have no entanglement in this," he then looked to L.J, "But you," he looked serious, "you gotta tell me exactly what they know and who else they have told, and nobody has to die tonight. You just walk away. Let me clean up your mess." he turned to Elle May, "I mean, both of you..."
L.J. narrowed his eyes, he didn't feel like talking, he wasn't that stupid. "No chance."
"Well if you're not going to talk," He looked to Elle May, "You can tell me," he kept smooth, "tell me, everything you know, and you'll be back to your worried grandmother, be able to be warm, safe, all you need is tell me, everything they know."
Elle May glanced to L.J's face, his eyes red from crying, she shook her head. "Well then, you're putting yourself in the line of fire..."
L.J. kept looking from Elle May to Quinn, "Leave her alone!" He snapped darkly. "She has nothing to do with this!" His voice was shaking. L.J. just wanted a normal life, with normal people!
Michael felt himself thinking, suit, recorder, everything but his goddamn watch, he kept looking around the yard, trying to think. Michael walked over to Westmoreland, "So how are you doing lately?" he asked the old man who he'd not talk to in a long time, it was hard after what happened to his cat, but he kept walking by his side.
"Bellick assigned me a new cellmate." Charles looked at Michael, "New fish - Ran a bump and swipe on an off-duty cop. Fast hands, faster mouth." He kind of laughed about it. Before seeing David coming up toward them, "Speaking of the Devil." He looked between the two of them, "Michael Scofield - David Apolskis."
David walked beside Westmoreland, then looked to Michael, "'Sup. I seen you before, right? You're part of that PI crew. Maybe you can hook me up. Y'know, brother needs to make some green, some cashish, you know what I'm saying?" he kept talking black, Michael kept trying to work him out while carrying on walking.
"The pay is 19 cents an hour." he said while looking to David.
His face fell while looking him serious, "19 cents? That's slavery, yo."
"That's prison, yo. Besides, PI's all full up for now." Michael replied while looking to him.
David nodded; he kept walking forward, "All right. I feel you. But keep a brother in mind, you know, if somethin' opens up, yo. Hell, I'll pay 19 cents an hour to get me some more time out of the block." he kept walking away now.
Charles wanted to laugh at Michael's sense of the word; 'yo.' but kept it to himself, watching as David walked away, he looked back to Michael as the two of them kept walking down the yard; "Its like; having another kid. Already raised one." He paused for a short minute, "I'm too old to do it again."
"You ever hear of anything being stolen from R&D?" Michael asked putting his hands into his pocket while looking to Westmoreland, he felt himself to the older man, who had a lot of time in the prison.
"Of course." His old eyes looked over Michael; "Bulls steal from personals all the time. Problem is, you never know what's gone until you're on the outside of the walls. At that point, you can't do anything about it." He half shrugged one shoulder.
Michael nodded, keeping serious, "What if you knew now?" he asked, kept the conversation light while looking around the area while feeling calm.
Charles felt that nervous twinge in his gut, "Look. I told you. Leave me out of whatever it is you've got going." He nodded.
"I just need to know if you've seen a guard with a gold watch." Michael stopped looking to Westmoreland before he said anything about getting one from here, "but I need this specific gold watch." he kept walking forward stopping.
"Westmoreland, the Pope wants to see you," Patterson called from the side of the fence.
Lincoln stood in his boxed in fence of Administrative Segregation. Michael several feet away from him as he spoke; "Heard from Veronica?" He wondered.
Olivia kept beside Lincoln looking to Michael, "No," Michael said while looking to his brother, but his attention kept looking to Geary talking to another CO, he kept focused on the man serious.
Lincoln didn't like Michael having his back mostly turned to him,
"Just a note from LJ, saying he's with her, that he was safe with Elle May. But now it's been a while. Doesn't feel right. Feels wrong." He exhaled, looking through the chain links in the fence.
Michael kept looking to Geary, seeing his arm, seeing his watch on his arm. Michael felt pissed off, kept staring.
Olivia placed her hand on Lincoln's shoulder, she knew that face on Michael, "Linc, right now, he only cares about," she looked to Michael again, "What ever it is, it's got something to do with that Dodgy C.O."
"I can see that, 'Livia." Lincoln exhaled, Michael's back still to them. Before his eyebrows were pulled together. "Dodgy C.O.?" He suggested to her with his casual voice.
Olivia glanced over to Geary, "Complete ass, finds any time to be around P.I locker room, trying to check me out," her tone dry, "Calls me sweetie pie," her eyes looked up to Lincoln.
Michael listening to the whole conversation watching Geary walk off, "You're the only female in this place worth looking at..." he slowly turned to face her.
"Erm! Hello!" she waved, "Doctor Tancredi, Doctor Wilson... The Female !" her eyes narrowed.
"Well Doctor Wilson would kill him with a glare, have you seen the female they look like trolls, and no one wants to touch a fire crouch," he glanced to the white vest she was wearing, "Plus you have okay boobies..."
Making a face, Lincoln clearly did not approve of his brothers choice of words. "Boobies? Really Mikey, really? This is why you are and always forever will be a Virgin." He nodded his head sharply.
Michael kept his face serious looking to Lincoln, "I was trying to be polite..." he then looked to Olivia's face, her eyes were wide looking at him, "What?"
"Okay," her voice light at first, "Okay Michael, my breasts are Okay!" her voice loud on the last okay, "I remember, I remember in High school, you asked me to show you my 'okay' breast, and you said they were great!" she nodded, "It's cos I had a kid, and that you went college and..."
"Olivia!" Michael snapped, "you said we were never going to talk about that again..."
Olivia, "Okay Michael, what ever you say, go run along, and be all criticality genius like..."
"I need to, go bleach my head..." Lincoln had his eyes closed, ears covered as he walked into the chain link fence by accident. "Ow." He whispered.
Michael walked away now, Olivia rushed to Lincoln, "Oh seriously," she looked him over seeing he was okay, "Would you think my boobs were better or worse than okay?" her eyes kept looking to him, she didn't really know why she was asking it, but she didn't see the big deal.
After he opened his eyes and blinked several times, "Uh, better?" He tried not to make it sound like a question, but he hadn't really taken into account Olivia's body.
For a second Olivia placed her hands up to herself, "Well, it's not like I really cared," she tired to sound aloof, "Not like anyone noticed me anyone," she looked to Patterson coming over to take them back to the cells. "I was a nobody then, still a nobody now..."
"Oh, don't get all self pity on me." Lincoln sighed as Lewis handcuffed them each carefully, he cuffed people just right, not to hard and not to loose either.
"How was yard time Miss Olivia?" Lewis saw the younger woman like one of his own to look after.
Olivia looked to Patterson, "Just fine," her voice dropped, her eyes avoided Lincoln walking back to the cells in silence, she really didn't get Lincoln much, parts of her didn't even want to know why she even bothered, she was always going to be Michael's annoying friend to him.
"Swell." Lewis could feel something different in the air between the two Death Row inmates, he uncuffed and celled Lincoln first who hadn't spoken their whole walk down The Mile. Lewis touched Olivia's shoulder softly. "Everything okay?" His brown eyes looked down on her.
Olivia looked to Patterson, "I'm fine really," she kept her tone light hearted, but really it was just getting to her, so she gave him a smile, her eyes going to her cell, "Just hit me, a lot things I'll never get round to doing," she then swallowed, "Ignore me really, just have a female moment..."
"Hey..." Lewis said digging around in his pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. "I hear chocolate makes some people happy, so here you have it." He placed the bar into her hand after uncuffing her. "If you want to talk, old Lewis here is always all ears." He smiled, trying to make this all easier.
"Lewis," she kept a smile looking to the chocolate bar, then back to his face, "you really know how to make a girl cheerful," she smiled before walking back into her cell, the door shut, now she was looking to the treat, smiling to herself.
David stood in the cell, he was holding a hand to his ear, "Inside these walls, I creep and I crawl, lookin' for a way out, but I know there's gonna be no easy route, this is gonna be a 12-round..." He wrote down everything down in a notebook, this was how most rappers got famous, he was going to be big. "... A 12-round bout...with Bellick and T-Bag on my mind, this grind in here..." Michael cleared his throat, it made David stop mid rap.
"You still interested in getting in on PI?" Michael asked leaning on the bars of his cell looking to him seriously.
David laughed clapping his hands together, "Does my momma got big breastices?" he stated with a laugh.
Michael kept a serious face, "I wouldn't know," he stated while looking to her, but knew he was being funny.
David clapped, "Hell yeah she does. And hell yeah I do." He focused on Michael.
"All right, look. I need a favour. Word is you made your trade as a snatch and grab." He then nodded while looking business.
"That's right." David kept nodding.
Michael kept serious, it was all he could do, all he was, "I need you to steal something back that was stolen from me." "
What kind of 'something' we talkin' about?" David asked focused.
"Just a watch." Michael focused.
"Uh-uh. There ain't no such thing as just a watch. Every design has a different clasp, every clasp has a different swipe." David was talking his business now, making his voice cool.
"It's Italian. A Remedi. Gold band, pearl face, all weather." Michael remembered every detail of the watch. "
What year?" David knew the questions were annoying, but he needed to do it. "2003." Michael replied. "
That's a butterfly clasp on that bitch." David inhaled while brushing his hands together looking over Michael.
Michael titled his head confused looking to David, "Which means what?"
"Hidden deployment. There ain't no way to snatch it without the mark feelin' it." He could see Michael wasn't happy with this. "Which just means I'm gonna have to get whimsical on this ficky." He held his fist out to Michael, who reluctantly fist tapped with him. "I get you this watch, that mean I get in on some of that PI?" he asked his playful tone again. "
It means I'll think about it. No promises." Michael pointed out.
David's face fell a little, he kept watching Michael "Why you need this watch so bad anyway?"
Michael focused on David before walking away, "Let's just say it means a lot to someone in my family." He tapped the bars before he was gone.
Sara looked to Michael, "Looks like I'll be administering your shot today." she kept smiling while rolling his sleeve up.
Michael blinked, "where's Nikole?" he asked trying to be cool, "I mean, it's been a while since she's seen me..."
"Michael," Sara looked serious, "She doesn't want to see you," her eyes focused on his.
Michael's face fell, "did she say why?"
"No, just that from now on, you get me," she tried to laugh, but Michael's face was making it impossible, "Well don't look too excited on my behalf..."
The Infirmary gates buzzed open and yelling filled the whole place. "Hold his legs! Hold his legs damn it!" A strong voice of CO Campbell called out.
Before the guard watching the place yelled; "we need a doctor here! Quickly!"
Nikole rushed out of her corner office, an alert serious look on her face. "What's happened?" She asked, her blue eyes looking to Geary and Campbell rushing down the long hallway with an inmate -Unclear who yet, on a gurney.
Sara rushed out of the room leaving Michael alone; he got up following seeing that David was on the gurney, sick all over him making twitching and jerking movements. "I don't know, the kid was in chow, all of a sudden he collapsed and started spitting up his food!"
"Looks like he's having some kind of seizure." Sara said looking to Nikole.
Nikole looking between the two Correction Officers, "Get him up here and make sure he doesn't hurt himself!" Her words were sharp. Glancing back to Sara, "I need you to get 02 and Cardio."
Campbell and Geary lifting David off the gurney onto the bed. Still holding him as he shook.
"Roll him onto his side." She could feel her mind flashing backwards to medical school the black board on key things to do when someone was having a possible Seizure. Michael kept watching the scene play out, his eyes going to David who was clearly acting, but then they didn't know that, his focus going onto the watch, it was one of them now you see it, now you don't moment that made Michael break into a smile as David quickly gave him a wink.
The fact of the matter was, even if they knew David had been faking, they could all get fired for not doing the mandatory routine.
Nikole knelt down, her eyes looking to David's, as the shaking seemed to slow down before stopping several minutes later, "David, how are you feeling?" Her soft voice was even softer.
David looked to the Doctor; lucky it wasn't the ginger one, but the hot blonde. "I am think I'm ready to bounce from this place..." he kept his voice low, but avoided to act like he was all better in a matter of seconds.
Nikole held back an eye roll. "Sorry; David - you're goin'a have to stay here for a little while." She brushed her hands down her lab coat. "As a precaution. - Sorry if that... Isn't 'fly.' with you." She realized a Southern accent and a ghetto slang didn't fit.
David kept looking at her, "I don't know why," he started, "but you look like an angel yo, you have a halo." he kept looking up to her smiling, "I can write a song about you..."
Nikole half smiled, looking down at the teenager with food across his clothes and face. "Charmin', really David. I'll buy the album." She ran a cloth under the tap, making it warm and damp.
"Yeah," he kept watching her, "I would say you wanna catch a movie, get you shake to share with me, yo, and not watch the movie..." he laughed while looking to Michael getting his shot, then back to the Doctor again, "But it's gonna be a while, cos I'm in here for a stretch..."
Nikole tried to understand what he'd just said, turning around holding the cloth, "Can we cut the Ghetto tongue? I'm old and don't understand it very well." She brushed her clothed finger softly against his cheek, removing the drying food. "But don't worry, I'll still be here when you get out." She nodded.
David laughed, "Na, you ain't old," he looked serious, "Trust me, with your booty and breastices, damn fly mama could be a runway model!" he laughed more.
Nikole almost died, her cheeks went beet red. "I think, that may have been the single most nicest thing, someone has ever said to me." She kept looking over him.
David stopped laughing, "Well," he cleared his throat, "I am happy to have said something nice for once, and not completely stupid, to get my ass whooped."
"Ah' so you havin' a hard time in here?" She asked casually, her fingers touched the dried food in his hair. "That's gonna be a pain to get out." She pointed out.
"It's nothing," he looked to the Doctor, "but seriously, I feel find," he got to his feet and did a little dance, "I really would just like to go back to my cell, and forget the whole embarrassing fact, a woman like you, saw me looking as gross as this."
"I've seen worse, honey." She looked over him. "Well that dance sure told me you're fine. If you start feeling sick again, don't ignore it... Okay?" She patted his clean shoulder softly. "Lollipop?" She offered him one. C.O. Rizzo waited to cuff David.
"Oh sweet," he took a blue one, then looked her over, "If you're here, I might fake sick more often," he winked before being cuffed and taken back to Gen Pop.
Nikole stared off into space, "Fake sick more often. Wow." She shook her head, turning back walking into her office.
"Did I piss you off? I feel like I might have? What did you want me to say? Yes Olivia your tits are FAN-TAS-TIC?" Lincoln's voice appeared from the drainpipe.
"You're only saying that, cos you want some of my chocolate..." Olivia was lying on the cot while pealing the foil, the fact was, and she didn't really want to get into an emotional talk, with a guy with the emotional rage of a thimble.
Lincoln stared at the grate on the drain. "Chocolate?" He blinked and slid down the smooth brick to sit on his own cot. "Is that some kind of code word for something?"
"It's Cho co late..." she broke it down, "Last time I check, it was a food, that taste good," she then broke a piece of placing it on her tongue savouring it, then swallowed, "I'm sorry I didn't think you'd assume I'd be making some kind of sexual innuendo..."
"I wasn't assuming that at all, but women do have code words for everything so how am I honestly suppose to know?" He exhaled, rubbing his forehead.
"Right, yeah, cos I talk in code," she laughed, "Last time I checked." she found herself rolling on her stomach, her eyes focused on the little light, "I wasn't your brother," she finished closing her eyes, "I just have no clue what version of you I'm going to get, so don't act like you're the only one confused, cos trust me." she exhaled, "you're no picnic yourself."
"I never said I was a picnic, did I? Sorry if my nerves are either really up or really, really up!" Lincoln snapped for a minute, before exhaling. "See? ... Sorry." He said lowly. Resting his head against the cells bricks. "Where did you get a chocolate bar, anyways?" He wondered.
Olivia inhaled, "Lewis," she kept a hand on the chocolate placing it carefully beside her pillow, "I guess he feels bad for me," she kept on her back now looking up to the ceiling, "If you keep forgetting, I'm gonna be in the chair after you," she sighed, "Just I've spent near ten years of my life being told I'm going to die on a chair," she bit her lip, "All I can think is," she sniffed, "My hair..."
"Your hair?" Lincoln asked, he could only imagine it, as he'd seen it a few minutes ago. "Why don't you donate it to Cancer or something?" He wondered unsure of her plans for it.
"I am," Olivia then closed her eyes, she kept thinking of her last moments, "I just keep thinking," she stopped for a second, "Prom night..." she trailed off, her hands resting behind her head while she made patterns on the ceiling.
"Prom night?" Lincoln tried to remember her Prom night, which would've been Michael's prom night. Though who else's prom night would he remember, he never had one. "Oh yeah Mickey's bow tie." He smiled to himself.
"Yeah," Olivia laughed, "That red bow tie, and suit," she calmed down, "It was Michael, or Ryan Hart," she then closed her eyes, "When I first got sent down, I kept thinking," she rolled over again, "If I just went with Michael, I won't be sentence to die."
Lincoln rubbed his thumb against his lower lip, before speaking, "But - if you had gone with Michael; you wouldn't have Elle May." He glanced to the drainpipe. "I mean, I know I haven't been the father of the year with L.J. ever - but I couldn't imagine however hard life has been, without his little feet running around the apartment, trying to eat your sweater strings while Michael and you were doing homework..." He trailed off, he could remember back to 1994, Michael and Olivia's senior year, L.J. was only three.
Michael and Olivia talking big shot smart talk, L.J. peeing on the floor because it was funny and himself trying to arrange loan payments.
"I love my daughter, even if most her life is seeing me through bars," Olivia looked to the drainpipe, "I thought you was an awesome dad," she felt herself smile, "I know I pissed you off a lot, with my snooty smart ass mouth," she kept quiet for a moment, "but I thought you was like, my version of Brad Pitt," she kept quiet.
Lincoln looked surprised, alone in his cell. His green eyes looked over his fingers, his brain trying to figure out the best way to, respond to that kind of statement, "I was?" He blurted out.
Olivia bit her lip listening to the tone of his voice, "Linc, I was thirteen when I first met you, and I kinda had a small crush on you," she closed her eyes feeling like a complete dork, "So, yeah, I think I just made a complete ass of myself for telling you, I used to steal photos from your apartment and photocopy them, put the photos back and hope you didn't notice."
"And there Michael was, telling me I misplaced them and they'd show up." Lincoln didn't know how to really feel about that, that was a tad creepy, just a tad though. "Did you ... Pick the hair from my hats for weird African Voodoo as well?" He joked, seemingly unmoved by it really.
Olivia sat up, "Lincoln, be realistic, the fact that voodoo and all that crap is a bunch of nonsense with no physical or scientific proof to it really working..." her arms folded, "Plus, I had a crush, I was thirteen, I grew out of it before I hit fifteen, and then I knew boys were a waste of time until I got my PHD..."
"Oh, so I was a silly crush?" Lincoln faked a totally hurt. "That hit me, real deep." He snickered now.
"Oh, poor baby," Olivia laughed now rolling to her side, "night Sink..."
Olivia walked into the break room feeling better about the day, "morning everyone." she smiled while looking to Sucre in the hole, her and Lincoln were late.
"Why you all so cheerful," C-Note asked, "I mean they let you two play around in the Green Mile?"
Olivia blinked, "Erm, no..."
Lincoln picked up a long hammer, leaning back against the dry wall; he looked over Michael who was close to him, ignoring everyone else. "What's up?" He asked and before Michael could protest it, he continued. "I know that look - what's up?"
Fernando was sitting inside the deeper hole, digging as fast as possible. Before the shovel clinked against the metal pipe. "I hit it! I HIT IT!" He squealed.
"Nando I could kiss you!" Olivia bent over Sucre kissing him quickly before letting him go.
Michael looked from Sucre to Olivia and finally his eyes falling onto his brother. "I've done the math. I figure it'll take at least five minutes for us to get the bars off the window in the infirmary, and two minutes for each to get across the wire and over the wall." he kept looking to the group. "We've got eighteen minutes and too many people..."
Lincoln's eyes looked between everyone in the room, Abruzzi, C-Note, Olivia... He looked back to Michael feeling his chest tighten, "One of them has to go." He stated.
Michael nodded, "one," he kept looking to everyone who seemed to be happy about it, but he kept feeling worst, cos he couldn't really pick to kick off the plan.
