A/N: Alright I got another chapter up! Now in the next few chapters, I promise things will get more interesting. Let me know what you think! my favorite are Abruzzi and T-bag so I'm sure one of them will pay a huge part into this. Sorry to those that like Sara, but she will just be in this story here and there.

Chapter 4:
five minutes came and went by, very slowly,. Kristin grabbed a hold of her hair, and pulled on it to one side of her head and started to get nervous. "What's going on?" She was in a safe location, the door that the warden went through had closed behind him, but she wasn't sure if there might be prisoners walking around on their own or anything.

Thinking for a moment, her gaze had wondered off into space. She knew that her mother and her uncle were trying to look out for her, and by doing so they wanted to scare her. Teach her about how her actions have consequences, but she wasn't a bad person, not at all compared to these men.

The slamming of the heavy door beside her had awoken her back into reality. She jumped a little when she heard the door, but she was about to jump even more when she heard the voice from the convict!

"Well, well, boss, ya didn't tell me I'd be talkin' to someone that looks this good. Oh no ya didn't." The guard was a black man, Louis, who looked up at Pope, waiting orders of where to go too.

Pope answered, "Now T-Bag do try to play nice. This is a privilege, might actually learn something from all this." The older man looked over at the guard and pointed down the corridor, "Bring him down there in room 101."

Kristin had nothing to say, she didn't even look at the prisoner after he made his remark. She could tell this was going to be extremely uncomfortable. "What do I do if I need a guard?"

"We got everything covered," Pope replied, "We are not asking you to work magic on any of these men, but it is something to do, and you should be relatively safe." He made a small chuckle, "We can't guarantee anyone's safety, but you should be fine. All the convicts you speak to will have their hand an ankle cuffs on them." He pointed to something that was attached to his pants; a walkie-talkie. "Someone should have already brought it in the room, we are on channel 2."

After nodding and saying she understood everything, she was a decently tough girl, but all that went out the window now! She was in a prison with some of the worse men in the area! This was a level one facility, the worse of the worse.

"Okay." She gave a deep sigh, "I can do this." As she turned the corner she saw that Louis was not there, but she was going to try this by herself. "No reason to be a baby, Kristin, snap out of it!" She grumbled to herself.

Opening the door, she saw a man sitting in a wooden chair with his head staring straight ahead. "Well, I do think it's quite rude to make people wait for you." His accent was thick, down south sounding. The man's hair was dark brown but was covered with a blue hat. "Now I hope you's going to come over here. " He motioned with his head.

Kristin knew nothing of any of the men in this prison, not knowing who to trust, and who not too. She didn't even want to be here, but-

"I got's all the time in the world, little lady, but you, you don't." He called out, "We here to talk, so let's get a talkin'."

Kristin grabbed the other chair and moved it across the room, so he was on one side of the room, and she was on the other side. "Aww, c'mon now. I ain't going to bite," He paused and licked his lips quickly, "unless you want me too." He could see he was making her uncomfortable, a quality he took full advantage of.

She finally spoke, "Well, I don't really know you, so we are going to start out with this distance away." She shrugged, "once we get more comfortable we will move a little closer. Gotta bare with me here, uhh…"

"Teddy, Teddy Bagwell." He smiled. His dark eyes gleamed as he said his name, "Others here, they call me T-bag."

Kristin looked and rolled her eyes, she assumed there was more of a meaning to his nickname, but she didn't dare want to ask.

Sara had patients in and out all day, it was a Monday today, and it wasn't particularly a busy day. Her and the other doctor in the prison, a black woman, Katie were constantly gossiping about the inmates as they walked in and out. What else was there to really talk about?

"Ooooh girl, I been seeing the way you and Scofield be looking at each other." Katie was a few years older than Sara, just in her early thirties and she loved to pick on Sara on her crushes at the prison. It had been sometimes since she had one, but Katie was right, this man, Scofield, first name Michael, he was just, gorgeous.

Sara blushed, but had no response. "Ahem, so anyways," She giggled, "So remember my cousin I was telling you about, Kristin?" She saw her friend nod, as she seemed curious. "Pope has her counseling some of the inmates, trying to get a women's perspective on rape and abuse on women."

Katie raised her eyebrows and made a nervous sound in her throat. "Well she will get all sorts of stories, but I don't know what Pope is thinking, they don't care what she has to say." She saw that Sara looked offended by her statement. "Sorry Sara, not to be mean, but come on now, these men don't care about anything like that.

Nodding, "Yeah I know, Pope wants her to try it, but if she hates it as much as we all think she will, than she can have something else to do. Help with PI I think he said." She shrugged her shoulder, "I mean her safety, just like ours isn't guaranteed no matter what she does."

Their gossiping was cut short, as speak of the devil; the man referred to as "Scofield" has showed up. He was in tight long sleeves grey shirt, and his blue prison pants. "Hey doc, Scoffield is her for his insulin." A heavy guard, Bellick informed her, as he waited on the other side of the door to take the prisoner back to his cell.

Michael Scoffield was the inmates name, he was a very good-looking man, with a shaved head, little bits of his dark hair able to been seen, though they were shaved off. Having no facial hair, but his entire arms were covered by tattoos, as well as his stomach. He knew the drill, he lifted up one of his sleeves as he watched the black doctor leave the room, not before she made a "Ooooo" sound, seeing that everyone was smiling, she then left the room to lab some lab results. Mostly to give Sara and Michael some privacy, she had teased her enough for one day.

Within the first five minutes, Kristin nearly felt like she was being eye-raped, from the way that T-bag was looking at her. She had never felt so uncomfortable in her life. Feeling like she needed to cover herself up, she quickly zipped up her hooded sweatshirt and heard some sexist comment.

"That didn't help darling, now I want to know even more what you's hiding under there. Mmm, mmm, mmm." He slowly licked his lips and smiled.

"It's so refreshing to see such a beautiful woman, don't see to many of those around these parts. You staying for long?"

She widened her eyes as she just shrugged.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm supposed to tell you my tale, and your supposed to be givin' me a woman's perspective on it. Ain't that right?" T-bag smirked. Everything about this man was what nightmares were made of.