During yard time, T-Bag was standing leaning against the pay phone with a sly smile. "That baby boy all growed up yet?" He laughed talking to his cousin, the only family member left in his life, the only family member who'd actually speak to him.
"Oh, he's gonna raise hell the next few years! Take after his momma. Yeah, you know. Same old same up here." His eyes scanned the same uniforms in the yard, before making eye contact with Abruzzi for just a minute.
"But uh, things are getting pretty tense. Like they're fixing to, uh...collide. You know what I mean, Jimmy? There's a potential situation." He rubbed his finger along his lower lip.

"I found our access to the infirmary building but I'm gonna need some time to make it work." Michael kept looking from Olivia to Lincoln who were both standing with him.
Olivia side glanced to Lincoln, back to Michael, "How much time?" her voice low, she knew Michael had his serious stressed out face.
"Enough for me to find my way up a 20 ft vertical drain pipe without using a ladder. I'll probably need to skip PI tomorrow if I'm gonna get this thing done." Michael replied trying to keep himself calm.

"Michael;" Lincoln looked at him, like he may have lost it. "You can't just skip, P.I." He wanted to whack him around the head; he was supposed to be the Genius here. "This isn't class - what if the Bulls decide to drop in?" He tapped his fingers against his tan jumpsuit.

Michael rubbed his head, "Well, I don't have a choice do I? Once we get through the pipe below the guard's room, it'll be a whole lot easier. I can come and go without using the door and with Westmoreland as a lookout, we'll have one more man available for digging." he kept looking over.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Okay, I don't get you Michael," she looked into his eyes, "First you say, there is too many people, who we going to, well you know..."
"Wait, I told you this, how does she know?" Michael pointed out to his brother.

Lincoln shuffled awkwardly, "Well." He rubbing his neck, changing the subject quickly; "Westmoreland's gonna be a problem. All seven of us can't break over that wall in eighteen minutes. You said it yourself, it's impossible. Listen, man, I'm telling you. One of us has gotta take a hike." He sounded so sure, so factual. Trying to fit into the smart people.

"I know." Michael snapped, and he watched as Olivia took a step closer to Lincoln, "Livia..." he kept his tone down.
"Michael, right now, you are just," she paused, "Remember the calm zone..."
"Olivia, we're passed the calm zone, the calm zone was your lame idea, never worked for me!" Michael could see her brown eyes glaze over. "Oh, don't..."
"Don't, you're being a totally Jackolaton!" she folded her arms.
C-Note coming over, he looked around, "Mind if I share that with the rest of the class?"
"Yeah, that Michael is a big tool!" Olivia looked to Michael's face.
"No, I was," he shook his head turning around, and C-Note cleared his throat. "Apparently, college boy here did the math. Figured out that we got too many clowns in the car. So one of us is in here digging, but his seat ain't guaranteed."
Olivia laughed, "And how's this your problem," Olivia didn't like people being mean to Michael, well she could, but that was due to the fact Michael in high school was practically her brother.
Michael stepping forward also, "He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"I'm not digging if I'm not going!" Fernando said seriously looking darkly toward the seemingly trio.
"Relax!" Lincoln snapped at Fernando his eyes narrowed and Fernando looked alarmed at the darkness.
"Simple as! We ditch the paedophile!" Lincoln looked over his brother.

Olivia looked to Lincoln, "Seriously," her voice kept light, but for the fact she kept stood between Michael and Lincoln.
"I think the fact she would slow us down also..." C-Note pointed to Olivia.
Michael's eyes narrowed, "I am not leaving her behind," he kept his tone even, "We're in agreement, Bagwell..."

Everyone nodding to agree froze when the Break Rooms room swung open. T-Bag's mouth open about to speak casually before stopping, his eyes narrowing, he had a minor cold so his Southern drawling accent was heavier. "What's that smell?" He inhaled carefully. "It smells like - Conspiracy."

"I thought it smelt like a bunch of men sweating in a small confined space," Olivia shrugged, "but that's just me..."
Michael placed his face into the palm of his hand listening to Olivia, "We need to get back to work."
"No, someone in here needs to learn personal hygiene cos they fucking stink..." Olivia kept looking around the room.

Lincoln sniffed his armpit carefully, but it wasn't him. He glanced toward Fernando and Abruzzi as T-Bag cut in again. "Yeah well before you do get back to work - I have an announcement to make. I've been growing leery of the way y'all talk like I'm a lesser man. So I bought an insurance policy. I called up my guy on the out'side and I told him about our plan." He could seem a gleam of unpleased Death Wish in Lincoln's eyes
"And I told him in all likelihood, I'll be seeing him next week. But if he don't hear from me five minutes before the escape and 20 minutes after, I told him to call up the warden, blow the whistle on the whole thing. So if y'all got ideas about gettin' rid of me, I suggest you make other plans." He smirked, winking at Michael and leaving the room.

Olivia's eyes were wide, her eyes going to Michael, "Oh," her voice dropped while folding her arms, "... crap." she finished.
Walking out of P.I now, Michael felt Olivia keeping sync with him, "Son of a bitch," her voice snapped, "He's a no good, red neck, inbreed, Dumbass pain in my..."
"Yes, we get the point Olivia, you're pissed off," he glanced to where Lincoln was walking with Abruzzi.

"Son of a bitch has got a countermove for everything." Lincoln looked ticked off, his voice showed he was ticked off; he glanced back to Fernando and C-Note having their own conversation.

Abruzzi looked to Lincoln, "Not for this." he kept looking back to Sucre and C-Note.
Olivia glanced back to the two men, she didn't like that Sucre was thinking he'd be left behind, she looked to Michael, "I'll be three seconds."
Michael's eyes followed where hers were, he just shrugged. Olivia rushed over to Sucre wrapping her arms around him, and she hugged him.

Fernando tensed up; he didn't expect that at all, especially not from Olivia. "I-I...I?" He looked over Olivia. "Thanks, Mami." He carefully brought one of his arms around to return the hug.

Olivia kissed the side of his face, smooth skin, she smiled lightly, "You're never going to be the odd man out," she stepped back nodding with a small smile, "comprendo?" she looked into his eyes.

"Ah, si Mami." Fernando nodded, his fingers touched his cheek, it made him smile brighter. "Muchas Gracias." He thought he sounded much sexier when he spoke Spanish.

"Cool," Olivia walked back to Michael and Lincoln turning around giving Sucre a quick wink.
C-Note pointed, "don't trust her," he looked to Sucre, "I mean the woman stabbed her husband to death," he made a stabby motion, "Like a freaky lot of times."

Fernando narrowed his eyes at C-Note. "Shut up man!" He hissed halfway as they all entered the locker rooms to change up.

Olivia kept sitting outside of the office, Michael first, and most of all she kept looking forward, she hated to wait, but then she needed to get herself pilled up already.
Michael in the office was using the end of the mop to make the hole bigger, smiling to himself.

Bellick came into the Infirmary. Looking around, "Where's Scofield?" He sounded pissed off.
It took Bellick long enough to get to the main office, where Michael had all ready put the mop away.
"There you are. Just looked for you in your cell. Couldn't find you anyplace. Couldn't find your credit card either." He snapped, "You know the one I'm talking about." He continued looking over the to smart to Prison convict.

Michael kept looking to Bellick looking confused, Olivia got up stepping in front looking to Bellick, "I'm sorry," she kept looking him serious, "What grounds do you have of your accusations?" she had her hands cuffed, if she wasn't she'd be folding her arms.

Bellick narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you go sit down, Con - before I toss you in the SHU." His eyes were so dangerous. Nikole was watching the unfolding.
"You know the one your whore wife trunked in the other day. She told me all about it." He glanced, ignoring Olivia and looking over Nikole "Maybe 'whore' is too strong. What do you call a girl who married a felon to get into the United States? Why'd she have to come here for, anyway? No strip clubs in Whazistan?" He looked back to Michael.
"Officer Bellick!" Nikole snapped, you could see the anger in her eyes, making the Southern accent heavier.
"Captain!" Bellick turned looking over her.
"Fine," She snapped again. "Do you mind conductin' your inquisitions on your own time please? I have a schedule to maintain." She tried keeping a professional front.
"Excuse me, Doctor Wilson. I was just asking Mister Scofield about the contraband he had his STRIPPER wife trunk in the other day. But you go ahead, your job's more important." He sneered at her, putting his hat on. Brushing past her to leave the place.
Nikole turned watching him.

"You're right! It IS unlike you who gets 40 thousand a year with a little blue hat - I get 55 thousand and oh, what's the BEST part? I don't live with my MOMMA!" Nikole raised her voice loud enough for Bellick to hear as he left the Infirmary.

Olivia looked back to Nikole, "Oh, burn!" she then looked to where Bellick, "boss, just got Owned!" she then quickly sat back down now looking to her fingernails.
Michael was now sat on the table looking to Nikole, "so what changed your mind to seeing me?" he asked keeping a straight face.

Washing her hands, Nikole didn't look at him; she was still ticked off with him. "Doctor Tancredi is sick and Nurse Katie is on her lunch break." She dried her hands, pulling white gloves on.
Unlocking a cabinet she took her a sterile needle in a package and a tiny bottle of Insulin.

"I," he kept looking to Nikole, "It was just a green card," he spoke softly. Michael didn't like that Nikole was still pissed with her.
Olivia stuck her head in the door, "you married a whore!" she moved her face back as Michael kicked the door shut in her face.

Nikole looked between the two of them, now with a shut door between them. "Sara, told me she saw you coming out of the conjugal room." Her voice flat, "Sleeve." She motioned for him to roll his sleeve up, as she filled the needle with the correct amount of Insulin, setting it down on the silver tray, picking up a cleaning pad.

"EWWWW!" Olivia was heard from the other room, she kept making gagging noises.
Michael closed his eyes for a second he started to roll his sleeve up for Nikole, "She's just," he looked to the door, "Olivia's always been a weird girl..." he smiled.
"Well I don't fuck cheap immigrate whores!" she made another sick noise.
Michael rolled his eyes, "Olivia, Shut the fuck up!" he kept his tone even, but his eyes was telling a whole different story.

Rolling her eyes, Nikole walked over, pulling the blind connecting the two rooms via window closed. This sure wasn't helping the headache she had. "What is this, Elementary school?" Her voice was even with a dark under laying, picking up the cleaning pad. She cleaned the injection site, before picking up the needle, watching in go into his skin, she didn't stab it into this time.

Michael watched the needle going in, "That's just business..." he was talking about Nika, "I mean..."
"Michael shut up!" Olivia called; "I want to get my pill on!" she called from the door, then exhaled standing in front of the glass. "I am have a lot of no sex to get done..." she was watching Michael serious.

Taking the needle out, cleaning the site again. She didn't bother with a band-aid.
Trying to ignore Olivia going on at the room as she turned,
walking over to her desk. She picked up her Stethoscope, which was silver with a pink cord with, Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. In small black lettering was on the pink. "Shirt, up." She said absently putting the earpieces into her ears.

Michael did what he was told, he kept looking into Nikole's eyes, his stomach wasn't all muscle but defined and flat, the tattoo still fresh all over his torso, but Michael blue eyes focused on hers while keeping a calm face, feeling her stepping closer to him.

Nikole stood directly in front of him, a few inches of space; her hand placed itself on his right shoulder carefully. She blew over the listening piece of the Stethoscope so it wasn't cold against his skin, placing it on the left side of his chest; her blue eyes were focused on his, "Inhale." She tried to keep her voice level.

Michael kept his eyes smouldering, he inhaled, he kept himself focused on her, he could smell her perfume, and everything about her was luring him in. He kept his face fixed, but most of all, feeling her hand touching his chest, he placed a hand to her waist carefully.

Nikole's stomach flipped, like going down a steep roller coaster at high speed.
The sound of his heart beating in her ears, her eyes couldn't look away from his, no matter how she tried. She tried speaking and that didn't work either.
The hand on her waist made her clothed skin tingle.

Michael leaned in forward now, he moved his other hand touching her face. He moved his face close to hers, no one would see them, his lips lightly touching hers as he kissed her, he wanted to kiss her, he was kissing her, but most of all he was going to have to wait and see her reaction.

Every Neuron that was still able to logically function in Nikole's brain was shocked.
Heart rate, increasing. She tilted her head just a fraction of an inch, her eyes closing.
Any Conscience she had was telling her it was wrong, but the desire to want what was happening to happen, was far to great.
Her fingers let the listening piece of the Stethoscope go. Her hand was flat against his chest. Her lips kissed him back, softly.

Michael slowly made the kiss deeper; he kept moving his hand into her hair, kept the kiss strong for a moment longer before pulling back from her, his eyes looking into her eyes. "I," he kept quiet for a moment; "I think I need to go..." he kept still now.

Nikole looked down, averting her eyes, confusion clouded them. Before finally speaking, her lips were still burning. "Yeah." She whispered, taking a carefully step backwards, to open the office door.
There wasn't enough Prozac in the world she could swallow to sort of the emotional rush going on in her body, right now.

Michael got up walking away from the door, Olivia standing in front of Michael their eyes meeting, "I've had my pill..." she said lightly, she pointed to the right, "Katie got back from her break," she added with a smile, "So, see you tomorrow Nikki," she pointed while still cuffed.

C.O. Rizzo looked to Michael while cuffing him. Lewis was attending the yard patrol. "Right you two, we'll stop by Gen-Pop, than I'll take you back to The Mile Olivia, deal?" He saw Nikole who looked nervous.
"Bai' Liva." Nikole nodded, before turning away, closing her office door.

Abruzzi was walking along the fence dividing Gen pop yard from the Death Row inmates. He lightly caught Lincoln's attention; he was holding a piece of paper putting it through the fence for Lincoln to read.

Lincoln casually slipped the paper between the fence links, into his hands opening the white paper as they both of them kept walking. "What's up?" He asked.

Abruzzi kept close to the fence, but not too close, "Records from the phone in the yard. James Bagwell lives down in Gary." he spoke, his accent was thick, he kept looking to Olivia while she stood beside Lincoln taking the paper off Lincoln reading over it.
"T-Bag's insurance policy?" she asked looking up to Abruzzi, her voice soft.
Abruzzi kept looking to Lincoln, "Yeah. My guy's gonna lock him up in a moving van for a couple of days until we're in the clear."

"A moving van?" Lincoln suggested looking from Olivia over to Abruzzi again.

"Yeah. Don't worry, he can breath and all. We do it all the time." Abruzzi spoke calm. "What about T-Bag?" Lincoln didn't look, but he could feel T-Bag watching the three of them from afar.

Abruzzi then glanced to Olivia, "He's no longer a threat. Trust me." Abruzzi looked to T-Bag before walking away.
Olivia still holding the paper looked to Lincoln, "So, you know your brother married a prostitute." she tilted her head to the left looking serious.

Lincoln's eyes snapping their attention to Olivia as Abruzzi walked off. "He did what?" He didn't believe it.

"Right from the horses mouth," Olivia nodded, then looked to Gen Pop, her hands playing with her hair while looking to Lincoln again. "He said he married her, so she can get a Green card," her hands moved to her pocket now.

Lincoln made a face, he found Michael in the see of General population inmates. "Nah - Michael's nice but ... Not marrying a whore nice... " He brushed his tongue along his lower lip. "What else did he say?"

Olivia leaned on the fence, "Well, something about a green card, and business, so I'll assume green card for credit card, but, I really, really, really…" she exhaled, "I mean, Michael doesn't seem the pay for a whore kinda guy," she paused for a second, "but then everyone thought I was the save it for the honeymoon type of girl…"

"And look how that turned out." Lincoln said low enough for just himself to hear. Before looking at Olivia. "And - so he just... this makes no sense."

"Michael was lonely?" Lincoln made a face, "Funny - never took him as the sexual needy type... Thought the nerdy-ness over took that."

Olivia clinched her fists, her eyes closed for a second, taking a deep breathe in, exhaling it, she felt her face trying hard to not look at him, "It's not the sex, it's the feeling someone, knowing, that for one moment, one little tiny second, that there is someone on this fucked up planet that will just hold you, and be there..." she turned around her eyes glistening, "Just one second, only a second to not feel like everything is spirally so out of control that you need that one thing to hold onto to stop you spinning out of orbit."

Lincoln kept his face straight and his eyes normal, the Green of them was hard to read. "Well - I guess if you want to get all deep and emotional about it." He shrugged his shoulder. "I never really - went for that..." He thought about Lisa how they dated casually, than L.J. happened. How his girl friends before that were more, 'I'll call you when, I need you.' Types, for him.

"Yeah, I kinda noticed," Olivia bit her lip walking to the wall, she rested her back against it trying to stop herself getting to emotional, her hand brushing under her eyes, "I was there," her hands going under her arms trying to control her breathing, "I just, spent my head in the fairy tales too long, there is no prince, I'm not the princess, and I'm not going to get my happy ever after, just a chair, and a footnote in the history of females executed..." her eyes going to Lincoln's, "so are you happy, the world sucks and nobody can save you from it, not even yourself." she pushed herself from the wall getting as far away from him as possible.

As she moved away from him, Lincoln exhaled the breath he was holding in. He kicked a small rock across the pavement, watching it bounce. He looked up to the clouds. They were getting dark, and rain was coming. "Perfect." He murmured to himself. He saw Fernando heading back into the yard, he took a quick glance back to see Olivia biting her thumbnail, he could tell from where she stood she was crying to herself.

Sara blew her nose walking into the office, she kept looking to Nikole sitting at her desk, "Hey," she spoke while going over to her desk opening a draw, for a second she kept looking to Nikole, something was off about her face, "I know I'm being a little intrusive, but," she blew her nose again, "Are you alright?"

Nikole looked to Sara who had a nose so red she looked like a cocaine addict, however, Nikole didn't make a remark about it, she tried to flash a smile, but failed at doing so. "Not really, no..." She sighed.

Sara tried to breathe through her nose, but it was impossible, "I know we're not friends, not trying to make a big friendship, hallmark moment," she tossed a dirty tissue in the trash taking a fresh one out, "But, I can listen, and you can insult me," her eyes focused on Nikole, "but you have that face, that I have, the one that there is more to Michael Scofield than he is letting on." she sneezed loudly into the tissue looking to it, and cringed.

She'd been tapping a blue Bic Pen against her desk, before letting it go to it tatted against the papers.
Turning in the chair to look at Sara, "Well; what can I say? Michael is a very complex man." She wouldn't let her feelings get the best of her, feeling her eyes misting. She turned away. Opening her pill bottle, taking a Prozac, putting it into her mouth and chasing it with water from her plastic bottle.

"Well," Sara kept looking to Nikole, "I only come in to," she sneezed again while holding her nose, "I came here to," she sneezed again, this time she paused, throwing the tissue away, she glanced to her hand, quickly getting a clean fresh tissue from her purse, "I can't do Lincoln Burrows last physical," she shook herself off, "This cold isn't shifting, and I've gotten the week off," she kept looking to Nikole. "I'm really sorry."

Nodding, Nikole stood up, "It's fine, I can handle it - just go home and rest." She looked out the barred window. "And don't get snot all over my office on your way out." She smirked.

Sara held her hands up in surrender, "I'm sorry, I'll take my germs with me, back to my apartment," she went over to the skin washing her hands, her eyes focused to the sun setting, "I just hate cold season," she shook her hands off walking passed the drain leaving the office.

"And I hate annoying Gingers who spread the cold season germs about my Infirmary." Nikole muttered darkly after Sara left. Her fingers brushing against her lips, as she peered out the window again.

Olivia kept to her little corner of the break room; she kept looking to the wall while staring at the detail in the fresh MDF, her hand just touching it while avoiding any social interaction with anyone.
C-Note in the hole digging looked up to Lincoln, "so, what you do to push her into being even more useless than she already is?" he kept work, he glanced around the people here, no Michael, no John, no T-Bag.

Lincoln was holding a shovel, for no other reason, except his palm rested on the top of the handle and his chin rested on his palm. "Why do you automatically assume I did something?" He looked over C-Note.

"Well other than P.I, you're the only one to have any interaction with her," C-Note kept looking to the woman, "and what I saw from the Yard, didn't make you look like a nice guy..." he turned to Sucre.
Olivia cleared her throat, "I'll go watch out," she opened the door, she looked to Westmoreland, "Hey, it's cold out here," she tilted her head, "Go warm up," she tapped his arm before standing at the door taking the clipboard pretending to do something.

Charles looked over Olivia, "You sure? I mean - Thanks." He smiled, fixing his jean jacket. "Are you okay?" He asked his fatherly intuition kicking in.

"Go in," Olivia tapped his arm with a big smile, "I'm good, just need some air," she lied through her grin watching the man disappear into the break room before letting her smile fall down. She glanced to the clipboard, looking over everything, staring at the door exhaling watching her breathe escape her mouth.

Charles came into, closing the door, he was rubbing his hands together, and his breath was still visible in the air.
But it was warm inside the Break Room. Lincoln saw Charles and gave him the badass nod. "How are things in here?" He asked.

C-Note laughed, "I'm through." he looked excited with it, he then glanced to everyone around him, this was happening.

"Keep it up." Charles looked happy, finally looking to Lincoln. Lincoln was looking from C-Note to Sucre.
"Come on, stomp it!" Fernando grinned, flawless white teeth, he started to jump onto the concrete to smash it through.

Olivia looking out the door, he was a bit away, she glanced around feeling herself trying to untangle her thoughts.

Geary turning the corner toward the break room without warning, getting closer.

Olivia bit her lip, she opened the door looking to the men working, "Bulls," she whispered into the room looking to them all.
Westmoreland turned around, he looked to her, "You gotta stall 'em. We're not ready." he snapped quickly watching the door shut and Olivia was face to face with Geary.
"Hey," Olivia smiled while standing in front of the door keeping herself calm, "what brings you round these parts?" she asked keeping her smile bright, the kinds that said. 'I'm not doing anything wrong' kind of smile.

Geary looked over her, his eyes said so many bad things were running around in his mind.
"Gotta check the status in here." He glanced to the blue Break Room door.
Before his eyes drifting back to Olivia and her chest, covered by baggy PI blues and colder season gear, but still...

"Everything is going fine in there," Olivia rolled on the balls of her feet, she placed her hands in her pockets, for May is was pretty cold, her eyes kept focused on Geary, "So really, nothing to check on," she kept smiling while feeling nervous.

Geary looked at her, as he ignored her and moved toward the blue door, "I have to check." More so because if something fishy was going down. Geary wanted to get the credit for busting it.

Olivia inhaled, she moved forward, not to get closer to Geary, but to get him further from the door, "Boss," she kept her voice light, "You trust me," she took a hand out of her pocket playing with her long blonde hair, right now she felt extremely cheap, her eyes kept locked on his.

Geary licked his lower lip, his double chin protruding around his blue C.O.'s jacket.
He stepped closer to Olivia. He could smell the female prison shampoo as she played with her hair. "That depends... What have you done for me to trust you?" His finger brushed her arm.

Her Stomach crunched tight, Olivia's eyes followed his hand on her arm, even if it wasn't touching her skin, it was still making her want to vomit all over him. "I've been a good inmate in all my prisons, I don't rock the boat," she kept her voice tense, she felt his advance, but knew he couldn't get into the room yet, "I mean, Boss, I'm a good person..." her eyes kept on his now feeling her stomach tighten even more.

Geary's eyes still all over her, imaging her without the clothes on, he smirked, "But..." He moved forward making her step backward, a wall behind her. "Maybe you'd like me to rock your boat." His voice was chilling.

Olivia's back against a wall, her eyes could see the door, but the fact where they were, no one would be able to see them. Her eyes kept focused on his, her breath tight in her chest, she kept focused. "Look, I don't know who you think I am, but I am not that person." she felt his hand moving to her waist, her heart was pounding, "If you don't move, I will scream, I will scream, and all them men in there will hear me..."

Geary tilted his head, "Yeah? Thing this - its a CO's word over an Inmates..." His free fingers brushed against her cheek, his lips inches away from hers.
His hand move from her waist down to her arse, grabbing a squeeze. Before Lincoln appeared behind them. "Hey!" He snapped darkly.
Geary's attention shifted, turning to stand face to face with Lincoln.
"What do you want CON?" Geary snapped.
Lincoln didn't move, eyes looking clouded, many things rushing around in his mind, before he brought his fist up to hit Geary in the face. Knocking him backwards.

Olivia's eyes were wide, but felt relief from the ability to breathe without Geary's horrible breath over her face. "Lincoln!" she shouted while she quickly moved trying to pull him off the CO, but catching the back of his elbow as he was going to town on Geary, Olivia fell back hitting the wall again holding her face, "Lincoln, stop it!" she shouted trying to stop him.

Lincoln kept hitting Geary. Two rounded the corner. "Get him off me!" Geary snapped seeing them.
They grabbed Lincoln, pushing him back and he fought against them.
Geary stood; fixing himself quickly, this was ending right now. He gave the guards a look. They nodding and started dragging Lincoln away. Charles was watching from the door. This was bad.

Olivia was still shaking while her hands were covering her face feeling like she was going to be sick, she rushed back into the break room looking to Michael, her eyes staring into his.
"Livia," he kept her gaze, "Where's Linc?" he asked trying to keep calm.
Olivia bit her lip, "He saw," she sniffed, "He saw Geary making a move on me," her eyes kept on her hands, "and he," she blinked tears.

"They're taking him to the SHU Michael." Charles stepped in, finishing for Olivia who was visible shaken.
Fernando put his arm carefully around Olivia; it broke his heart to see anybody like that, especially a woman. "It's okay, Mami." He assured her in a soft tone.

"I'm so sorry, Michael, I am so sorry." her voice kept low, she felt Sucre holding her close, but felt worse, because it was all her fault.
Michael just kept standing still, the echoes of Lincoln's yelling was heard, but Michael stepped close to Olivia putting his arms around her, so she was now in a Michael Sucre sandwich, "It's not your fault," he whispered, but felt sick now, "He was just doing what Lincoln always does." he looked to the door, how could this possibly get worse.