Piper POV

"Chapman, you are going to miss visitations with your lawyer if you do not get up," Mr Healy came down and poked me awake the next day.

"Shit, what time is it?" I asked quickly getting up. I had clearly overslept.

"It's five to one. Also, I've brought down the book so you could continue reading it. We have her locked up now. But, we will have to keep the note though. It's going into her profile."

"Okay," I said, never wanting to be reminded of that thing ever again.

"Bell and O'Neill will wait at the visitors room to let you in, don't be too long. You only have whatever time is left regardless, from the time the CO starts," he turned and walked away.

I ran my fingers quickly through my hair patting it down as nicely as I could. There was no time to use the bathroom. I walked out of my bunk area and stalled for a few seconds at the still sleeping body of Alex Vause, chest slowly rising and falling. Must be so tired.

I repeated the cycle of looking to the door and back to her a few times. I was torn between wanting to ditch my lawyer and go curl up next to Alex into sure arms, or wanting to just find out and get it over and dealt with. Welp, here goes everything. I sighed, turned, and began walking towards the exit.

"Chapman hurry up," Officer Bell instructed, ignoring O'Neill's chanter, to focus on me. O'Neill seemed to be enjoying their conversation because he was currently laughing. He tried to stop midway, to act professionally but to no avail. I shuffled awkwardly into the room with a quick 'sorry'. People around me were already lost in talking. I walked over to my lawyer, her head tilted into her papers.

"Kim, thank you for meeting with me," I began. Kim had dark hair with emerald bangs and hazel eyes. She stood at five foot five inches and was one of the smartest women I knew, aside from Alex. She knew how to reason and use logic to win over cases she cared about. At a young age of twenty four she had begun her own terrifying and daunting task of starting her own law firm after graduating. Now, at age twenty eight, she has a pretty average business with a good amount of clients.

"I apologize, today is the only time I had free to come see you," she shook my hand.

"Must be busy," I said. I wish now she never did make it.

"Indeed, lets get to work. What is it you wanted to know exactly?" she asked getting to business. The CO's voice rung in reminding us we reached the half way mark.

"I want to know who turned me in, if it's a woman by the name of Alex Vause or not," there was no need for stuttering or any hesitiation. But I did brace myself. Please not Alex, not Alex, not Alex. I prayed.

"So who named you," she shuffled a few more papers before looking back up.

"Here, it seems like under different circumstances, which we do not have the time to go into right now, Alex Vause was indeed the person that named you to the Feds," she told me. I wanted to rip my ears off the side of my head after hearing that. Immediately my forehead hung into my palms in disbelief. How could that be? Alex had told me, assured me time and time again that she wasn't the one that had named me. But then what the hell was that I just heard. It must be a mistake. Alex, clearly still loved me, not hated me enough to throw me in here.

"Are you a hundred percent positive?" I managed to say aloud, anger rising.

"I'm sorry Miss Chapman, but I'm afraid I am completely positive. Are you okay? That wasn't a very positive reaction," she asked, she laid the proof infront of my eyes. Not only did Alex fucking hide things from me but she was a liar. Who the hell did she think she was protecting? Clearly not me, but only her damn stupid self.

"I'll be fine. Sorry thank you, but I need to go," I said shoving my chair far behind me that it managed to hit the back seat of another visitor. I tried to maintain even a little bit of composure that I firmly shook Kim's hand then walked away. The visitor must have looked back at what hit them because I heard Kim say "She didn't mean to, shes a bit upset."

I walked into strip search and they had me strip, squat and cough. This particular time I was annoyed at this routine. What the hell did they think I was going to bring in from a professional lawyer? I dealt with it though with only one grunt. I wanted to talk to Polly even though phone time has passed. Now that I was re-throwing on my khakis did I notice that they were dirty and needed washing. I figured I would go get someone to go to laundry for me and retrieve my bag of washed wear. Next week I would go get this pair washed. Maybe then I will be able to look Alex in the face.

She knew all this time though. She fucking knew. Every great thing starts off scary. Is that what she thought, that placing me in way of danger with transporting her drug money was going to lead to great things between me and her, cause yeah that was some fucking brilliant plan. Or, that scaring me and throwing me into a fucking prison was going to mend things. The fact that we were here together was pure luck, nothing else. How fucking retarded can she be? As for her other comment, I won't lose anything unless I let it go, its kind of hard to want to keep it now. She threw me to the sharks! I was starting a business too. I had things going for me. There is no way to save her ass now, and I'll save her some of her fucking breath from having to explain. I was wrapped in a mentality of negativity.

I went to my dorm and retrieved my laundry tab. Alex wasn't there. I sat down on my cot for a bit and read Alex's message, the one that said, I miss your sweet face. I read that line over, and over, tracing my finger over her handwriting. I hadn't realized that I didn't blink the whole time. After I remembered to blink again, a tear dropped from my eye straight down my face, settling to a stain on my pants. I sobbed quietly. I'm so sorry Alex, I don't know if I can ever come back to you again. We could've worked through it. What makes you feel the need to lie to me? Do you not trust me? I know I left you and I'm an idiot, but you seem to be holding a lot back from me. Why? I know you still love me and that will be the hardest part for me to handle. But maybe marrying Larry would be the better choice for me here. I do like you. Hell I just want to kiss you sometimes, just fucking grab your beautiful face and kiss you. But a relationship cannot run on no trust. I'll calling Polly, I will ask her opinion about Larry and if she agrees with Larry being a good choice, then I will say yes. I wiped away the last of my tears on the back of my shirt sleeve then got up with my tab. That was a much needed moment for sorting out my thoughts.

I went to the library to see if Taystee was there to do me the favour. She wasn't there this time around. I thought of the next place she loved to be at and that was the tv room. So I walked on over.

"Piper get yourself over here, watch some shark week with us!" Tay said with the wave of the hand. I took a seat next to her.

"Hey, can I ask you a favour. I actually didnt come here to watch tv, just needed to find you," I said.

"Whats up white girl? Have you been crying?" she asked. I placed my stub infront of her.

"I need you to get my laundry, please. Umm no I wasn't. My face is normally like this, don't press it." I said.

"Sure sure, you know your girl works there. Don't you want to see her? From where I stand thats where I would assume you would always be," she questioned.

"I'm not a clingy partner," I lied.

"Uh-huh, lets go get it. I'm not promising anything though rules state that you gotta get them yourself. It's worth a try. You best not make me miss my whole show though." she said getting up dragging me behind her.

We arrived at the laundry room and I heard Alex humming out one of her favourite tunes, Radiohead by Karma Police.

"You go, I'll wait out here," I told Taystee. She walked in.

"Hello Alex you in here?" Taystee asked raking her hands against the metal fencing. She spoke loud enough for me to listen in.

"Tay is that you? You know we're closed... what do you need?" Alex began.

"I came to pick up some clothes," she said.

"You already came to pick your bag up," Alex stated.

"I was actually here to pick up a friends. I have her stub," Tay replied.

"Girl, you know the rules. Bags only go back to their rightful owners. Is there anything else?" Alex reiterated the rules. Since when did she follow them?

"We'll in that case I just came to talk. How is work with that thing on your arm?" Tay changed subjects.

"Sure you came here just to chat. You would never give up your show so easily. But I appreciate the company. Work sucks. I am working as fast as a fucking sloth... and thats pretty slow," she said. Tay and Alex broke into laughter. I had to grow a tougher pair of ovaries and get my own damn belongings. I could pull that "everythings fine" exterior like Alex so easily did.

"Man Alex you know me too well for being here only two months." she said.

"What you missing out on for being here right now?" Alex asked.

"My shark week. Jaws so tough man I wish I had 'em. Would've bit through all these bitches by now. I should really be getting back to it though," Tay spoke. Her voice appeared closer which meant she was walking away.

"Tay hold up, I'm curious... who's bag did you come to pick up?" Alex curiously asked. Of course she wanted to know.

"Just a friendly neighbour. See you later." She left Alex pondering. Taystee joined me back outside, handing me back my stub.

"No dice my friend. I tried. You gotta go get it," she told me. I was going to. Just walk in and walk out. That's all. I would act like everything was alright.

"You sure you don't want to watch tv with me?" she asked after my pause.

"No Tay, sorry. Maybe some other time. I got something to deal with right now and I have a phone call to make, if possible," I said.

"Suit yourself. See ya." she left with a bounce in her step. Alex started up her humming again.

I took a deep breath before entering then marched my way into the laundry room, loudly enough that Alex abruptly stopped humming for a second time.

"It's closed!" She yelled out before I rounded the corner.

"Oh is it. I'm just here for my stuff." I cooly said giving her my stub number. "Also nice humming. You still do really love that song."

"Pipes," she nervously giggled. Had it been a different situation I would've poked at her nervousness. I found it so hard to avoid her stare. "How did everything go with... the lawyer? I hope you slept well," she said looking down at the number and getting my bag. I reached for the bag and put it near my feet.

How did everything go? Really? I'll tell you how everything went. I took one step towards her then stopped. I wanted to jump her bones and forgive her all at once. But I willed myself not to. I clenched my fists.

"Not good, I see," she noticed. "Piper I want-"

"Alex everything is fine," I calmed then and walked around the table towards her and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek. I took the tousled shirt out of her hand, brushing it gently, and folded the shirt nicely for her. I laid it on the table with the rest of the inmates stuff. Confusion masked her face. I felt proud.

"...Really and there," I smiled. I picked up my bag and walked out of the room. Once I got out I backed up to the wall and took a deep breath in then out and decided to make that call to Polly. I was okay for now.