A/N: I forgot to mention around when this is taking place, sorry, it's just before "Riots, Drills and the Devil part 1" Alright chapter 7 is when things are going to start to get a lot more exciting, I promise!

shadajoserj, don't worry, her attitude is coming in and out. You will see it more in this chapter. Thanks for the review, I appreciate it so much!

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Chapter 6:
Kristin patiently waited for the warden to finish his conversation to Scofield, the young lady sat in one of the chairs waiting for the older man. "I'm Becky by the way." The receptionist smiled.

"Kristin." She smiled and waved at Becky.

"He shouldn't be to long, he should be wrapping it up with Michael any minute." She giggled as she watched the black guard, Louis walk into the room. From the looks of it, they were very flirtatious.

Becky stopped her giggling and said, "Louis have you met Kristin?"

He grinned, "Yeah, 'ey, don't let any of these men get in your head, 'specially T-bag, he is known for his mind games."

Kristin gave a false smile and responded, "Oh I won't."

A few moments later the door opened, and Becky quickly uttered out, "Oh Warden, Kristin is here to talk to you about doing something else."

Louis commented, "Sir I think T-bag really got under her skin."

Well now the woman felt very humiliated, she understood that Louis and Becky were just trying to help, but that was not helping! She saw Michael look at her and give off a faint smile as he walked over to Louis.

"Understandable, come on in Kristin." He signaled for her to step into his office. "Thanks again Michael."

Louis linked arms with Scofield, well it looked like it. "C'mon Scofield, back to home or you."

Inside the Warden's office, he told the female to sit down so they could figure out what exactly was going on. "The Governor put me in a tough spot here. He doesn't even like the fact that his daughter works here, and then demands you are here, and that both of you are constantly checked on.

Kristin opened her mouth but closed it a second later.

"I wish I could say that nothing will ever happen to you girls here, but I can't make that kind of a promise. A lot of these men are not good men, but a handful of them care improving themselves." He added. "You didn't feel safe, just because of T-bag?"

Kristin made a nervous chuckle before she answered his question. "Well, he started off my day and made it go downhill very quickly, let's just say that, sir."

The old man pondered for a second, "I can't give you a gun, unless you pass some tests. I can give you mace, and for your own protection a small pocket knife for absolute emergencies…hmm." He continued to be in deep thought. "How about PI? Mac, he's a few years older than you, maybe later twenties, he will be there, and Bellick checks in here and there."

Kristin seemed attentive, she knew it was a way to get out of the prison and do something productive. Being in this place, even though it had been just a couple hours was aggravating her. Everything about thee establishment made her feel like she was trapped, that she herself, was a prisoner with these men.

"You may like that." Warden smiled, "From my understanding the men are doing all sorts of projects outside."

Kristin had stuck in the medical wing until it was time for PI, when Bellick was going to go get her and tell her to come out with them. They were out once already today she had found out, but they had just a little more work to do with planting some new grass, and Bellick wanted to get it done today so they could start a new project tomorrow.

As Brad had reached the medical wing he knocked on the door, gesturing for Kristin to get going. Along with him was a fair completion mad, with red hair and green eyes. She was to assume that the man with them was Mac. "We gotta get the guys. We will be quick." Brad told her as him and Mac buzzed into gen pop and hollered for the PI crew to get a move on.

Waiting outside the door and dozing off, she had her back to the wall, and one of her feet supporting her back, and the other planted square on the ground. She heard the door, but was expecting a guard to be first not an actual prisoner. Gasping as she the Latino man first, that nearly gave her a heart attack.

"Oy, I'm sorry." He said in almost a whisper. "I really am." The man was really sweet, and plus he didn't know what Kristin was like, and if she was going to try to cause a scene or something. She just nodded saying it was okay.

"Alright cons move it!" Bellick shouted. "Kristin you go ahead of Sucre, go to the door and take a right."

"Of course." Kristin grumbled as she assumed the Latino man's name was Sucre. She walked in front of him and did as Bellick had instructed.

As they wee outside in the yard, Kristin realized, that she couldn't see Mac or Bellick anywhere. AND to top it off, the prisoners didn't have any cuffs on them. Her face froze as she saw some of the other men.

She squealed with feeling fully uncomfortable as T-bag pushed through the others. "Well, well, well, my darling Kristin, see I knew we would meet up yet again." He grinned with glee, "This 'ere boys, this is the Doc's sister."

"Cousin." She cautiously corrected.

"My apologizes. Ahem, her cousin." T-bag sarcastically corrected. "What's wrong Kristin, no guards here to help you out?"

She looked over and saw that the guy, Scofield stepped in front of T-bag. "Aww, c'mon now Pretty, we can take turns." He made a repulsing sound and licked his lips slowly.

Before anyone could say anything else the other guards had appeared; both, Bellick and Mac. Mac had explained he went to get the supplies and thought Bellick was going to stay with Kristin and the others. Bellick went to get the muscular man, that she had seen earlier, Lincoln.

"Cons listen up!" Bellick started. "I want everyone to super friendly to our newest lady friend here, Kristin. If I hear anything happening to her, that person or persons will be thrown into the shu!" The chubby man winked at Kristin and told the men to get to work.

Kristin bowed her head down and shook her head. "Oh Lord, is he flirting with me?" She murmured to herself.

The long haired man, he was a mobster, the head mob man. Some people called him Mr. Mafia, John, and Abruzzi or all of the above. He approached Bellick and said something, but all she heard was what the CO responded back with, "We will see, I'm sure we can make some sort of arrangement." What made her even more uncomfortable is that they were looking at Kristin the whole time.

Though a lot braver than most if not all of her friends, Kristin could be cowardly a lot of the time. In the last few years she had suffered with being raped on numerous occasions and nearly drinking herself to death. She fell in with the wrong crowd, and always found the bad boys that ended up playing games and manipulating her or just plain sexually assaulting her. Though it made her stronger overall, some days she just would break down at the end of the day and feel like giving up.

Only an hour had passed and nothing strange had happened. Kristin seemed pleased as she stayed back and watched the men work. Not paying attention, she felt something come across her backside. "Huh?" She looked behind her and saw that Bellick had gently patted her lower back.

He smiled at her, with her sicking smile. "Just thought you may like that?"

"Really? You just thought I would like a fat jackass touching my ass?!" She called out, almost scaring the Hell out of Mac.

Bellick got in her face and told her, "You just signed your own death certificate with outbursts like that." He grabbed her wrist tightly and jerked her closer to him. "I can't wait to see how these men will treat you now, with none of the guards protecting you. You just made a huge mistake by rejecting me, missy."

Michael looked up and could see that Kristin was tying to thrash against Bellick. "Boss!" Michael had gotten Mac's attention and pointed to Bellick and Kristin.

"Bellick! Let go of her." Mac shouted as he pried between the two. He wrapped his arm around the superior's shoulder, "Come over here." They took a few feet distance from everyone else.

Sucre, Michael and Lincoln looked up to see that they had a fee second to talk. "I don't like this…"Lincoln started.

"It's Sara cousin, I don't think she will say anything, we will have to get her on board." Michael commented.

Abruzzi couldn't help but smile at the young woman, because Bellick and him had set this whole arrangement up. She figured the woman would have some sass in her and would shoe away Bellick's ugly self.

"My, my Kristin, just findin' all heaps of attention on her first day." T-bag grinned as he saw the woman fold her hands over her chest and become nervous. She didn't know if Bellick was going to go an tattle to Sara, and make up a completely false story.

Bellick came back, without Mac, and headed towards Lincoln. "Come on Linc, they are pretty much done here." Bellick eyed Kristin and said, "Let's go." A serious tone had infected his vocal cords.

The buff man started to grab the supplies but Bellick shook his head, "Naw, they will get it." Bellick never really had an issue with Lincoln, he was fair to him, but that was pretty much it.

As those two strolled off, Kristin sat on the ground, seeing that Mac was talking on his walkie-talkie to someone. The silence around her was very eerie, no one wanted to break it-

"I really didn't mean to scare you chica. Sorry again." Sucre once again apologized.

"No it's fine, not to worry."

"Aww, that's just darling." T-bag awed. Kristin gave him a death glare, she had a feeling that her and T-bag were going to be going toe and toe together a lot.

"To bad you won't be seeing to much of T-bag anymore," Michael sarcastically started. "He's only out here cause we needed an extra hand, he won't be bothering you anymore. After today."

T-bag looked offended as he grumbled, "I'm sure I can find a way!"