In the Southern yard, a large black Medic-Vic helicopter landed, its blades spinning fast, making the wind intense, inmates were lined at the fences watching.
Nikole and four other medics were running John Abruzzi down the cement pathway.
"Stay with me, John. I need you to stay with me!" Nikole held a towel against his neck, blood everywhere. Her gloved hands covered.
"What's his blood type?" A medic yelled over the wind and sounds.
"A-Neg! John! STAY WITH ME!" Nikole had to yell over the blades spinning.
John felt everything in slow motion, his eyes half open, Nikole looked like an angel with intense white light all around her. "Stay with me! Or no lollipop!" Her voice was so distant and yet he could see her right there in a blur.
"Breathe, John. Come on." Nikole stepped back as the medics loaded him onto the chopper.
"Give this to him!" Nikole held up a Green Sour Apple lollipop. "When he's in recovery!" She passed it to him.
The medic looked confused. "Huh!"
"It's his favourite!" Nikole remarked. The medic nodded.
John choking on his own blood, "We've gotta go!" Another medic yelled.
Nodding Nikole stepped back, the door slammed and in seconds the chopper was taking flight.
Nikole stayed outside, on the same place, staring into the cloudless blue sky, until the Helicopter was fully gone from eyesight. She exhaled, worried.
She looked at her hands, the white gloves covered in John's blood, her arms even had blood spatter on them.
She turned around, blank faced. Walking back toward the Prison.
Olivia was sit in the office, she kept looking out the window, everything was going to shit, everything was going wrong, but all she could think about was Lincoln Burrows, how he stepped up, and beat a C.O for her, she felt her stomach sinking while seeing Katie standing in the office, "Nikole's dealing with something so I..."
"Dealing with that?" Olivia felt her eyes focused on Katie.
Katie stepped back, "Inmate, he was cut pretty bad, he's being taken to a hospital..."
"What inmate?" her breath tight, would a C.O really do that to a inmate, her stomach felt tight, she couldn't take it.
"John Abruzzi," Katie watched as Olivia let out a sigh of relief.
Fernando stood by the pay phone. "John Abruzzi - Eh-Bee-Are-You-Zed-Zed-...Aye" Fernando spelled out the last name. "I don't care about Pro-to-col, I just wanna know if he is okay!" Fernando heard a click. "Hello? Hello?" He said into the phone, glaring he hung up. "Cono!" He snapped in Spanish before rejoining the General population. Shrugging. "The Hospital wont give out any information." He sighed.
T-Bag played with his ball cap; "wonder what happened to that boy. Maybe them Mafia chickens came home to roost after all!"
"We gotta put this whole thing on hold." Michael said swiftly, he kept looking around the men with him; he kept his game face clean.
C-Note shaking his head, "Whoa, easy, Fish. We're not puttin' nothin' on hold." he kept his face serious.
Michael stepping forward, "I don't think you heard me. Until I get my brother out of that hole, no-one's doing a damn thing." his voice getting darker.
C-Note kept still, "Look, he did a good thing stopping Geary from attacking Olivia, but the fact is the fact Snowflake, the man is gone. You go to the tombs, you don't get out, not until they strap you up." his voice calmer.
"If you think I'm gonna leave my brother behind, you have massively underestimated Me." his eyes narrowed.
"Really?" C-Note losing his temper.
"Really," Michael stepping up, he wasn't going to be bullied.
"That ain't my fight. I'm through that hole, Pretty, with or without you, next time I'm on P.I." T-Bag cut into the conversation, standing beside C-Note, but not to close.
Before Michael could protest, T-Bag continued. "We oughta open the floor to everyone else, huh? See what they all say?" His eyes were looking around to everyone. Fernando was remaining silent for the moment, but not waiting to go against his cellmate.
"We got a clear shot, baby. Every day we don't use that hole is another day the screws can find it." C-Note knew that he didn't like Bagwell, but the fact was, they were not going to wait around.
Michael kept looking to everyone, "The way is not finished." he tried to hold onto his plan, the fact was, he was getting less support than he expected.
"We're clear to the infirmary, that's all we need. Through that window, over that wire, over that wall." He stepped closer to Michael. "And it ain't just us two neither." He jerked his head toward Charles.
"If it's now or never, we gotta go. Go with us, Michael. You've done everything you could." Charles whispered, thinking about Anna.
"They're grown men, Michael. They can all decide for themselves." T-Bag smirked.
"You son of a..." Michael pulled T-bag by the scruff of his shirt and pushed him against the fence, his kept looking into his eyes feeling like he wanted to kill him, his eyes narrowed.
C-Note quick to get in the way, "Hey, wait a minute, back up..." he glanced to see Geary coming close.
"Hey! Who are you separating there?" he kept looking from Michael to T-Bag, his eyes focused.
"Hey, it's good boss, it's good. We're just playin' around. It's all good." he watched Geary walking away before narrowing his eyes.
Michael inhaled, "Well, I know how to get Linc out the hole," he was watching everyone, "We get Olivia to admit, that Linc was defending her, tell Pope what Geary was going to do..."
Fernando slowly ended up shaking his head. "Fish, that ain't gonna work, its an Inmates word against a C.O's and no one saw what was happening, except an Inmate about to get the chair... It won't hold up." He didn't want to break the bad news, but someone had too.
Michael felt like he was going to start crashing, "so, what you're telling me is, not one of you give a damn," he kept looking to everyone one of them, then over to the Death Row yard, where Olivia was sitting on her own staring over to them. "You are gonna screw this whole thing up." he kept serious now.
"That's not for you to decide anymore. Now, this train is leaving the station, and I suggest you get on it." C-Note looked over to where Michael was, "She's not dead yet, but she needs out," for the first time C-Note wasn't thinking of his daughter, his wife, he wanted them back, then remembered Olivia talking about her daughter.
Fernando kept thinking about Mariecruz, his baby, Judgment clouding him.
Charles his daughter, he wanted to see her, even if they caught him afterwards.
Just to hold his little girl in his arms, one more time.
T-Bag, well T-Bag kept thinking about Susan. "Get on the train, Fish. Get on the train!" He tried to keep his mind away from that.
Michael kept looking to all of them, for a second he remembered he was only here for one thing, to save his brother. "Well, you know what? You sons of bitches? I won't let you do It." he kept looking to each and everyone one of them feeling even more pissed off.
T-Bag watched over him, "What you gon'na do? Blow the whistle on your own escape?" His whisper was a dangerous one. Brown eyes found Michael's blue ones, watching with wildness.
Michael just kept quiet, he kept looking to all the other men before rushing off, he didn't want to look at any of them, his eyes going to Olivia who seemed to have a look on her face that was still showing how guilty she felt. Michael looked to her, for a second he shook his head watching her walk away from the fence.
C-Note glanced to T-Bag, "He'll come back," he kept watching Michael, "they always come back..."
"Hart! Time for your appointment!" C.O. Mack Stolte opened up the yard gate, holding out his cuffs for her. Lewis was on his lunch. But Mack was pretty decent too.
Olivia walked to the office seeing Nikole, "Hey," she was uncuffed, she walked towards her, she sat down on the chair looking to Nikole while the fact, she didn't feel that good, her hands brushed into her hair trying to keep calm.
"Hi." Nikole said to her, taking a calming breath. "How are you feeling?" She asked the one and only female inmate within these Prison Walls.
Olivia looked over to Nikole, "To be honest," she kept looking carefully, "I'm just a little," she shook her hand, "I shouldn't tell you, I mean, it's not like anyone will believe me anyway."
Nikole eyebrows knit together in confusion, looking over Olivia. "Believe you about what?" She asked in a serious voice.
"Well," she started, Olivia placed her hands in her lap, "Yesterday, Lincoln Burrows," she bit her lip feeling horrible, "He saw," she kept looking to Nikole, "He saw Geary, making a move, and he, well I guess you know what went down."
Nodding, Nikole listened while Olivia spoke. She'd heard Lincoln just flipped out and attacked Geary. "Mmm-hmm, so Geary was making sexual advances toward you and Lincoln stopped them." She re-configured her brain.
"All I know," Olivia stated, "He was closing me into a corner, and saying about riding, he touched my butt, and all I know, Linc saw it, and," she punched her fist, "BAM!" her voice loud, "now I feel like it's my fault."
Shaking her head and letting out a sigh, "You feel like it's your fault, because Lincoln was protecting you? Why?" She looked over Olivia.
"Well," Olivia kept looking to Nikole, "I had this huge crush on Linc when I was thirteen, it went, now coming here, seeing him all." she closed her eyes. "I think I have a really bad feeling, about feeling like this," she closed her eyes.
"Your trying to tell me, y'all got another crush on Lincoln? Except now you are thirty and he's thirty-six?" She played with her fingers.
"It's not that," she kept looking serious, "I mean, he's going to die tomorrow, and I'm going to die, and last time I checked, death is dead, and nothing worth doing." she exhaled, "How can I make the feeling stop, cos the last thing I saw him do, was beat a C.O because of me, and I can't tell him, that I want to." she stopped, "that's inappropriate..."
"Olivia; we can't stop who we end up falling for, who we care about, even if it's in the most untimely situations." Nikole brushed her fingers into her bleach blonde hair. "You never know, maybe Lincoln did what he did because he cares about you too."
"Trust me," Olivia held a hand up, "He doesn't feel that way about anyone." she kept looking to the table where her pill was with a cup of water, "He has made it clear he doesn't like me." she finally knocked the pill back with the water. "I just feel like that girl again," she placed the cup down watching Nikole, "The same hopeless teen falling for her best friends big brother." her eyes welling, "worst of all, I won't ever be able to tell him that."
"Isn't that, usually how life ends up going?" She stood up. "Screwing you over until the very end." She took in a small breath. "Maybe, Lincoln does care for you, but he just didn't tell you because, he didn't want to drag up something else, given the circumstances?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "I hate when other people are right." she kept looking to the door, "I really, really, hate this." her eyes focused on Nikole, "I just wished, for a second, just one moment," she shrugged, "I guess I'll just have to live with it in my head until I die."
"Never, say never, God - why does that saying sound like it'll turn into a future horror movie title," She said to herself now.
"Never say never," Olivia sighed, "If he and I weren't on death row." she then kept touching her arm now, looking to Nikole, "but I'll get over it," she got to her feet looking to Nikole, "I mean, you're lucky, you got a good man I'll assume."
Looking down at her ring, Nikole didn't say anything for a minute. "Well." She didn't want to brag or sound like she was. "No body is perfect."
Olivia glanced to see Michael Scofield outside the door, "Well I see this as my cue to go..." she moved out of the office getting cuffed.
Patterson looked to Nikole; "Got a fix up." he looked to Michael. He walked in after being uncuffed, smiling he sat on the chair walking away. "It feels like you've been the clean-up crew for me the whole time I've been in here. Toes, contusions, insulin shots."
Nikole running a cleaning pad against the obviously self-given cut on Michael's upper-inner arm. "Well. Somebody has to do it." She dried the area. "And it is my job." She added on.
Michael kept remembering the kiss, "Well, I'm grateful. You ever think, in another life..." he kept looking into her eyes, remembering the feeling he kept getting looking at her. "But it is something to wonder about. What if? Anyway. Just wanted to make sure it was said." his free hand taking hers.
Nikole felt her stomach twisting again; she kept looking at him, into his eyes.
"... Michael." She whispered, the way her accent and his name connected made her sound sad in a way. Her fingers were tingling.
He kept looking to her, "Do you think," he kept speaking, "If things were different," he kept speaking soft, "If things weren't like this, would we ever have a chance?" he kept looking from her eyes, to her hand with the engagement ring.
Feeling a lump in her throat, Nikole looked around slowly, trying not to think about it, because she felt like she wanted to cry. But her eyes finally rested on him once again, "I... I wont, be that woman, Michael."
He kept holding her hand, "I'm not asking you to," he kept serious, his voice so soft it was hard to control himself moving his hand, so now their fingers were intertwined. "I'm just saying, if it wasn't like this, would I have had a chance of being...?" he trailed off.
The tears started to mist in Nikole's eyes, feeling his fingers laced with hers, her thumb brushed against his thumb, when she looked away for just a second, she had nodded her head slowly, before looking back, "Why - why do I feel like, you're tryin' to say good bye to me?"
Michael kept looking up to her, "I don't know. I guess in a place like this, you never know which day is gonna be your last." his eyes kept on hers, but then for a second seeing the door handle moving, so he let her hand go.
"Nikole we're getting backed up out here," Katie said with a small sigh feeling awkward.
Nikole closed her eyes for a minute, before opening them, they were glassy, she glanced back to Katie. "Okay." She nodded. Looking back to Michael, looking at him got harder each time. "You're set." She paused, "I'm, I'm sorry about Lincoln." She turned, to leave her office for good.
For a second Michael watched as Nikole kept her eyes and walked away, he kept looking to the door, and finally got to his feet walking out of the office, he felt horrible as he was taken back to his cell, he knew that he was going to have P.I soon, they were going to do it, they were going to break out.
Olivia kept in her cell; she knew that Lincoln wasn't in the cell next to her. Her eyes focused on the ceiling while feeling her hands over her chest, focused on trying to stop herself thinking about Lincoln, but when she tried, she saw everything. One would be the playing ball in the yard, laughing at his lame jokes, him smiling, she felt sick. Her hands were brushing under her eyes feeling horrible.
"Hey, Livia," Patterson said knocking the door, "P.I," he said opening the door, he could see the look on the girls face. "Hey, buttercup, what's wrong?" he asked standing at the door.
Olivia got up brushing her eyes, "I, it's nothing," she kept looking around the cell.
"Look, I don't bite," he watched her getting up walking over to him. "You miss Sink?" he asked.
"Yeah, I miss Linc," her eyes looking to Patterson as he cuffed her up.
For a second Patterson felt back, "Well, get you to P.I," he started to walk her to the changing room for herself.
"This is it, bro." Fernando was standing behind Michael; it was almost four o'clock, almost time for P.I. and the escape.
Michael looked to Sucre, "Yeah..." he got up looking out the cell.
"P.I!" Bellick shouted, "Lets do it!" he continued, he kept looking around as men walked out the cells.
Michael kept behind Sucre feeling sick, he kept getting a feeling like something was wrong, but it was just doing this plan, with the possibility that Lincoln would be left behind.
In the Break room now, everyone was there, Michael kept looking to Olivia, her jump suit tied around her waist, wearing the white vest, she kept doing work, and her eyes were focused. "Livia." Michael said walking over to her.
"What Michael?" her eyes looking to him, he felt eyes looking into his. "I just don't want to do this right now."
"I don't blame you," Michael kept looking around the P.I, this was going to be getting past the awkwardness, "I really can't blame you."
"I still feel like," she spoke softly, her eyes going to the other men, "When you go, just go," her voice kept low, "Just leave me, I'll make the plan easier."
"No," Michael touched her arm, "Olivia, I am not leaving you behind," he stepped closer to her, "I can't let you die, for defending yourself," he brushed his hand down her arm, he could see the tears in her eyes. "Olivia." he exhaled while pulling her into a hug, "I'm not letting you go, Linc's going to be with us, he's going to be waiting in the infirmary for us..." he brushed his hands down her back hugging her feeling her calm down.
"We gonna do what we always do. Pretend to be working. Be model citizens, till the time comes." he spoke to Olivia calmly.
Fernando was fixing his P.I. overalls, nervously. He had a bad feeling in his stomach.
T-Bag sucked on his lower lip, before telling it go. "And when will that be?"
"Nine 'o clock." Michael said while looking T-bag, he let Olivia go while she brushed her hands under her eyes avoiding everyone else.
Fernando's eyebrows went together. About to speak, but T-Bag got to speaking first; 'You seem to be forgettin' the fact that P.I. shuts down at five a'clock Pretty!" His low voice a hiss.
Michael stepped away from Olivia now, he kept focused, "Well, we have to make sure it doesn't, don't we?" he took the hard wall away that Olivia had been working on, he side glanced to her, "Olivia, Hammer," he said like a Doctor asking for a Scalpel.
"What, oh," Olivia went over picking the sledgehammer with two hands passing it to Michael, he nodded.
He gave her a small smile, "Thank you," he then turned to the exposed pipe, he suddenly started to smash the pipe with the hammer.
"Whoa! What the hell are you doing, man?" C-Note snapped watching Michael keep hitting the pipe.
For a second everyone was watching the pipe, when bang, the pipe broke, with water going everywhere.
Olivia held her hands up, feeling the bulk of it hitting her square in the face, she squealed feeling the cold water hitting her exposed arms.
C-Note moving away from the water, it was going everything, the whole room getting soaking wet.
Olivia turned to T-Bag, "Well I think we got our answer now do we!" she said over the sound of running water that wasn't stopping.
Fernando tilted his head at her, so did T-Bag their eyes were not on her face, her white tank top had become wet and see-through. "Well..." T-Bag smiled a Devilish smile.
Charles didn't look at all, Avoiding Olivia at all costs out of being a gentleman.
C-Note kept looking to Olivia, "Well, well, Vanilla," he tried to make a joke.
Michael's eyes big, "Olivia, you might want to put your jumpsuit on right..." he kept avoiding to look lower then her chin.
"Why?" she asked trying to figure out why everyone was being so weird.
"Maybe because your white tank top, is soaking wet..." Charles had his back to her.
"Awh! Why'd you have to tell her Old Head!" T-Bag glanced to Charles for a second. Before his eyes rested back on Olivia's chest. "Hehe." He let an excited laugh leave his lips. Before sucking on his lower lip.
"AH!" Olivia quickly placed her hands over where her chest was see through, "Nando," she kept her eyes on him, "Eyes up here," she turned, "I'd expect it from you Bagwell," her eyes to Sucre, "but you Nando... shame on you." she waved a finger quickly covering up again.
A C.O walked into the room, "What the hell is going on in here?" he glanced to five wet men, the water coming out the pipe.
The C.O. had them all sitting on the floor, water covering each and every one of them.
As Bellick stormed in, hissing poison. "What the hell happened in here?" He looked over every one of them, but mostly Michael who always seemed to be involved with the bad things.
Olivia swallowed hard; she was sat with her hands around her chest trying to avoid being stared at.
Michael kept next to her, he looked up to Bellick, "Messed up. Hit a pipe. Should've killed the water before we started." he kept looking serious, then side glanced to Olivia, "I told her not to do it..."
"What!" she kept looking to Michael, her voice a squeak.
C-Note nodded, "Women and tools," he shrugged, "We tried to stop her."
Olivia now sat trying her best not to start smacking them both around the heads, but kept her arms folded.
Fernando ran his wet P.I. jumpsuit across his wet forehead. "But you know, she BUSTED it." He exhaled.
Bellick looked pissed. "Well, well!" His eyes were on Olivia before everyone else. "Trust a woman." He sneered.
Olivia's mouth hung open, she kept looking to Michael, "It's not that big a deal, we can fix it in the morning. I don't think mould should be a problem before then." Michael finally said trying to not laugh at Olivia's impression of a blow up doll.
"Mold?" Bellick said looking even more ticked off.
"Eh! Shut up Scofield, man!" C-Note brought his arm to 'smack.' Michael on the back a bit.
"No, you shut up!" Bellick snapped to C-Note, "What are you talking about Mold?" His eyes were resting on Michael's for answers.
Michael inhaled, "You get drywall and insulation soaked like this, you run the risk of stachybotrys mold." he kept speak calm.
Olivia looked to Bellick now, her arms still folded, "Yes, but the chances of that being the case, is like a thousand to one," she kept her eyes on Bellick, ignoring Michael, "He's just being a wise ass..."
"Tell you what. You and all your Companeros here aren't stepping outside this door until every damn molecule of water is out of this place!" Bellick looked at Michael.
Everyone seemed to groan and mutter, before Bellick smirked, looking pleased at their dismay. "Well, then it's gonna take all night." Fernando sighed.
"Well, then it's gonna take all night. Don't catch a sniffle." He grinned before leaving.
Watching all the leave, Olivia let out a sigh, "Well, we're all here." she then moved her hand slapping Michael upside the head, "She did it!" her voice a hiss, Then slapped him again.
"Ow, Olivia!" Michael guarded his head from her, he kept looking over her face, "Just, cover up," he got to his feet.
Olivia now pulling her jumpsuit up feeling less exposed. "You all will forget what you saw," she then turned to Sucre, "You are going to be a daddy..."
"That don't mean I can't look... As long as you never tell a soul." Fernando bit the inside of his cheek, standing up after a second; he hated the feeling of wet clothes against his body. But it was a small price to pay.
"So what now? We just go under and hope no one comes looking for us?" Charles looked to Michael.
Olivia kept looking to Sucre, "Well," she kept looking around the room, "This place is going to be the death of me," she exhaled.
Michael looked to Westmoreland, "don't worry, they won't," he then looked to everyone, "We're going to sit tight, and when U say we go, we go..." his eyes to Olivia, "also, we all follow my lead, so no one being stupid."
"So, we just sitting 'roud." T-Bag didn't bother getting up. Sitting against the wall he glanced to the Digital watch on his wrist, his tongue sliding over his lips.
Charles nodding, sat down on the table some tools were on, "Well. Whenever you say Michael." He gave him a small smile.
"Yes T-Bag, sitting around," he sat down looking to Olivia as she sat with him, "We're really doing this," she kept looking over Michael.
"Yeah, and you are more than welcome to come with me and Linc," he put an arm around her, he felt weird, it had been so long since he was close with Olivia, it didn't feel awkward, just like old times.
Olivia smiled, "That be cool," she rested her head on his shoulder, "Wanna play link the history game?"
"What the hell kind of game is that?" Fernando looked at the two of them, he was sitting against the wall.
Olivia smiled looking to Sucre, "It's taking a figure from History, and link them to another historical figure in six people or less." her voice cool.
Michael nodded, "so far, I am the raining champion," he kept looking to Olivia, "but don't worry, when in Panama, you might beat me."
"You two sound like you were the coolest kids in High School." T-Bag rolled his eyes and faked a gag. Fernando snickered.
"I may not of been a cheerleader, and he may not of been a dumb jock," Olivia stated, "but we had each other, and chess club." she nodded.
Michael laughed, "Oh, remember the bishop incident?" he kept laughing.
C-Note rolled his eyes, "Oh, I can see a lot of badass stuff happening in chess club," he was sarcastic.
"Mmm-hmm the Rooks trying to cop a feel of the Queen." T-Bag for once was sliding with C-Note, on the notion that Chess Club sounded so cool.
"Did the cool kids beat you up? Did you ride the bus? Michael did a girl break up with you, because you weren't cool enough?" Fernando wondered.
Olivia looked to Sucre, "He never had a girlfriend to break up with..." she side glanced to Michael.
"You have to say that, you never had a boyfriend," Michael kept looking serious.
Olivia laughed, "Yeah, well, I never made out with a pillow..."
"I never steal photos of my crush and have you cover..." Michael snapped.
Olivia nodded, "Well I never used to be a peeping Tom when Linc was having sex, to see what it was..."
Michael's eyes went big, "you said you'd never tell anyone that!"
Charles almost choked on the saliva in his mouth, looking at Michael with an unsure how to actually react expression.
"Fish!" Fernando said, his face looked disgusted. "What the hell!" He slid away from Michael a little bit.
"And they say, the Southern states are bad!" T-Bag waved his finger a la black woman at Michael.
Olivia glanced around looking away from Michael, who had no lost the respect of everyone in the room. "I was twelve..." he tried to defend himself. "She showed me her boobs," he pointed out.
Olivia blinked, "Michael," her voice low, "I think we were thirteen, and curious, but seriously," her arms folded over.
"Papi, that's just messed up. Sorry man." Fernando was literally freaked out. He hadn't taken Michael as that kind of person.
"Honestly, you are a bad boy, Pretty!" T-Bag was still pointing at him.
Charles was clearing his throat. "The kid was curious, leave him be - ... " He tried to act as the older voice of reason.
Michael shook his head, "I hate you Olivia..." he kept looking to his watch now, "I hate you."
Olivia wrapped an arm around him, "Michael," her voice calm, "you can never hate me," she kept serious, "I know more, worse, darker, worst secrets." she nodded, "so you can't get rid of me."
Fernando snickered, "She does have you there Papi." He pointed at her, before seeing a look in Michael's eyes that wasn't there before. He glanced to his watch. "You okay?" He asked him.
"Yeah, just time," he kept looking to his watch, "I keep thinking." he kept looking to Sucre, "It's really happening." sighing he brushed his hands behind his head.
"Yeah," Olivia watched the others, her eyes looking to her watch now. "It's going slow," she rested her head against his shoulder again, "I'm so bored, and wet..."
"I think I could... Find a way to make you both excited and wet." T-Bag wiggled his eyebrows in Olivia's direction. Winking while sucking on his lower lip again.
Holding her hands up Olivia kept looking to T-Bag, "There is no way you can get me excited, trust me," she kept serious.
Michael inhaled sharp, "Olivia," he kept looking to her, "Don't rise..."
C-Note glanced to T-Bag, "Trust me," he looked to T-Bag, "you don't seem her type," he looked, "To kill time, what is your type Vanilla...?"
"I am not saying my type," Olivia kept a straight face.
"Why not? Mine are sexy Latino ladies... With the odd, white girl with boobs tossed into the mix." Fernando grinned brightly, remembering Mariecruz' and her body.
"We don't laugh at 'cha. Promise." T-Bag was watching Olivia now.
Olivia held her hands up, "Okay, I tell, but you all have to tell..." she pointed, "That includes you Charles." she nodded, "cos I am not going to tell, and not hear." she smiled.
Michael nodded, "Fine, I will tell, as soon as you tell," he kept focused on Olivia at all time.
"My type is," she inhaled, "Generally I don't have a type, but I like men who can take care of themselves, strong, cool headed..."
Michael looked serious, "My brother..." he laughed, "My very much older brother."
"No, I am saying that is my type," she kept careful, and now being smart.
Michael nodded, "Right, not my brother." he then exhaled, "My type, is normally smart, I like a woman who knows herself, and doesn't count on a man to be better..."
Fernando shifted his eyes from side to side, "So, the blonde Doctor." He snickered. He had no idea the things that had went of between her and Michael. He watched at T-Bag cleared his throat.
"My type, well... Lets just say." He stopped, sucking his lip so it made a sly sound when he let it go. "Anything with a hole." He winked to no one in general.
Michael looked serious at Sucre, "Shut up," he playfully pushed him, "well we know yours..." he looked around, "and you," he kept looking to T-Bag.
Olivia was avoiding looking at him, "you know Theodore, that is a load of horse crap."
C-Note shook his head, "So you're saying you'd do a black chick?" he asked, then looked to Olivia, "I know my type, I married her..."
T-Bag smirked, "Let me, re-phrase. Anything with a hole that was white." T-Bag corrected before looking over C-Note. "Oh how sappy... It makes maggot gag." He rolled his eyes.
Charles had been silent. He kept thinking about his wife, with a sigh.
Olivia looked to Westmoreland, "Hey," she moved over to him, she gave him a hug feeling bad, she looked him over, "you know, you remind me of my Granpop..." she nodded. "Michael you remember my Granpop?"
"Funny one that always smelt of peppermint snapps?" Michael thought for a moment, he'd met a lot of Olivia's family.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "No, that was my dad's father, my Granpop, the one who gave you the build a plane..."
"Oh, yeah, Charles, you do kinda look like him..." Michael smiled, and then remembered the plane that he really loved building.
Charles felt a small smile pull at the corner of his lips. "Well, I'm glad I wasn't the one smelling like Peppermint Snapps." He now finally smiled properly looking over Michael and Olivia.
Olivia nodded, "Yeah, he kinda disowned me cos," she froze for a second, "Well he was a Mormon, so the whole having an eighteen year old pregnant granddaughter, didn't make him burst with glee..." she nodded.
Michael kept still for a moment looking to Olivia, "why didn't you tell me, I could have helped you out..." he kept serious.
"Michael you was off to college, I didn't want to be your anchor."
"Seems like you've got no trouble being his anchor now..." T-Bag shifted his eyes back and forth. Fernando glared at him.
Michael glared with Sucre, "I find that what ever comes out of your mouth, is a waste of breath, because she didn't force herself into this plan like you have." he then placed an arm around Olivia, "You were, are and never will be an anchor to me, you're my family." he side hugged her ignoring T-Bag now.
The time going on in silence, Olivia nudged Michael, "It's time," she whispered lightly, her hand tapping his getting to her feet, her hair had dried but now it was more fluffy.
C-Note quickly put the crowbar across the door, and Westmoreland helped Olivia taking the sheet and board off the hole.
"Ladies first," Michael glanced to Olivia helping her down into the hole, then looked around, "See you on the other side..." he smirked getting into the hole.
Fernando let Charles go next, followed by C-Note and than himself. Leaving T-Bag for last.
"I feel like I've been on the outs..." T-Bag muttered as they all started crawling down the very narrow fitting pipe, Glad no one was overly fat.
Olivia kept behind Michael but in front of Sucre, feeling a lot better being in this position, she kept feeling her hands on Michael's shoulders not to lose him, but in the moment no one talked, just the sound of her heart pounding in her ears kept her moving forward.
Fernando wasn't even aware of the fact a Females ass was in his face, his just kept straight faces, stone cold expressions across his Latino face and brown eyes, he kept moving.
"Has Wilson Left yet?" An orderly asked Stolte, he kept looking to the Gurney that as Lincoln Burrows on looking like he was in a lot of pain.
"No, no, she's still here," He glanced into the office he stood in front of, "Nikki, we've got a situation," he said quickly before looking to Lincoln Burrows again.
Lincoln's face was beet red, he kept gagging, and his stomach with nothing in it but bile was burning his throat as he spit up onto the floor. Nikole pulling gloves on walked around to Lincoln quickly. Silent, was doing her Doctorly duties.
Looking up the long piece of rope, the ceiling, back to Michael. "you do remember me," she side glanced to him, "I better go last." she whispered while looking serious, "I, I can't..."
Michael touched her arm, "Olivia, you can do it," he stood behind her now walking her to the rope, he stood behind her, he placed her hands on the rope, "I know you can do this." he whispered into her ear.
Olivia blinked, she felt Michael's hands holding over hers, she started to climb up the rope, "What do I do when I get to the top?"
Michael inhaled, "Hold the ledge, and pushed the grate over, and tie the end of the rope around the frame work."
Olivia nodded focused on climbing.
C-Note glared to Michael, "Why she going first Snowflake?" he sounded annoyed.
"She's the lightest of us all," he kept his tone dark, "That's why she's first." he added.
Olivia ignored the banter, she did what Michael told her, she pulled herself into the storage room, and then she tied the rope onto the frame sticking her head in the hole. "All done..." she then sat looking around.
"Honestly, what is this, high school gym class?" T-Bag said while looking up at the rope with narrowed brown eyes.
"Shut up." Fernando snapped at him, he kept looking up the rope, to Olivia's face watching them.
Michael kept himself together, he got onto the rope, he was climbing up, it didn't take him too long to get to the top, he glanced over Olivia, "you alright?"
"Yeah, just I guess prison got me in better shape than high school." she touched his shoulder. Walking to the hole, "Come on guys, shake a tail feather..." she watched as C-Note started to climb up the rope next.
T-Bag went slide, he just slide up that rope, it was easy for him, he had the gift of being able to shift his weight around.
"Go on." Charles said to Fernando. Fernando shook his head. "No way man, you go." Fernando smiled politely.
Charles hesitated, before taking the rope and climbing. Getting to the top, followed by Fernando.
Olivia kept looking as everyone come into the room, her hand lightly tapping Michael's shoulder. "Mikey..." her was voice soft.
Michael smiling to everyone, "We're almost there." he kept smiling, but ignored Olivia.
"Mikey..." she kept tapping his arm, feeling her eyes looking to the pipe, it was shiny and new.
"So, we're going to have to play this light first, heavy last..." Michael carried on.
"Michael!" Olivia's voice snapped.
"What!" Michael finally looked to her, and felt his eyes going to where her eyes were. "Oh..."
"Yeah, what I was thinking..." she added while feeling sick.
Fernando followed their eyes, looking around the storeroom, before the pipe, the black newly installed pipe. "Papi..." Fernando felt nervous in his stomach.
Michael looked to Olivia, "What are we going to?" she asked.
For a second Michael picked up a pipe, he placed it around the pipe, and with the help he pulled trying to pull it off, but then it snapped breaking. Hitting the floor with a cling.
Everyone froze for a minute, they could hear Lincoln above, he was hitting against the pipe with a mop. But it wasn't working. T-Bag was watching the door, so far, nothing. "What, talk to me?" Fernando said sharply.
"It can't be done." Michael said breathless, he kept looking around the room.
Olivia blinked a few times, "What?" she felt lost, her heart still beating fast.
"It's too thick. I'm so sorry. We're not getting out of here." he exhaled while feeling Olivia hugging him from the side trying to not break into tears.
T-Bag's eyes snapped to Michael, leaning down, he pulled something from his boot, a shank. "Unfortunately, Pretty, that ain't an option!" He snapped, narrowing his eyes.
