A/N: Chapter 8 here it is, I am hoping to keep going with posting a chapter a day! R&R everyone!
shadajoserj, I am so glad you are hooked! I am having a blast writing this story.

Chapter 8:

The Governor was outside and watched as two soldiers had both Sara and Kristin with them. "I'm okay." The two of them kept saying as people rushed towards them.

"Damn it Sara." The Governor held onto his daughter, "I told you this kind of thing was going to happen if you continued to work here."

"Jeez dad how about a hug or I love you? Or even a I'm glad you are okay." Sara sobbed as the father and daughter hugged each other.

He then looked over at his niece, "Kristin are you okay? Maybe I should call my sister and send you back home."

"No." Kristin shouted, "I am fine. It was just a bad day, I am fine. Tomorrow will be better." He gave her a look that looked intimidating. "I mean it Uncle, everything will be fine."

"Sara you need to watch after your younger cousin, you know the trouble she gets into." The Governor snapped as he went to go tell off Warden Pope some more.

Swat was coming in to clear everyone out, and make sure that the cons out of their cell would hurry back in there with no problems. T-bag had threatened and assaulted Bob. After making him find very uncomfortable saying that he was going to 'go to the prom' with his daughter.

Michael, Abruzzi and Sucre finally made it back; they both told Bob that he saw nothing. Abruzzi grabbed Bob's drivers license and said that if there was any issues that they knew where to find him. Bob had honestly no intention of saying anything; he just wanted to get out of there.

Abruzzi and T-bag were heading back to their cells, but T-bag doubled back and rammed into Bob and stabbed him numerous times with a jagged looking shank. Bob bleed out and was thrown over the railing and thumped to his death. His eyes were wide open, letting out a gurgle and he was dead.

That night, safe to say the family members just ordered food and wanted to go to bed early. For now, they were safe and away from the prison. Kristin looked up at Sara, "Sara do you want to talk about it?"

"No it's fine, do you?" She replied as a stray tear fell down her cheek.

Kristin had stopped herself from blurting out about Scofield's plan, she shook her head. "No. Quite an adventurous day today, that's all I have to say." She smiled, and saw a faint smile from Sara. "Oh I get to help in PI."

Sara smiled, "That's good, you should have guards by you all the time, so nothing should happen."

"I hope not, the men in PI seem okay, well most of them. I feel like your dad is having the guards watch me more than the inmates. " She sighed, "Hey is Bellick a pig?"

Sara looked at her cousin with raised eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"He touched my ass; I thought it was uncalled for. Not like I'm going to tell Pope on him or anything." Kristin said, sounding annoyed.

"Kris, you do not want to make enemies with the guards. We will not always be working the same time, and I can't watch over you all the ti-"

"Watch over me? I am 24 years old Sara, woo hoo, you're about to be 29 years old."

"God is this what its like having a kid? Kristin you attract trouble, you are attracted to the bad boys, you need to be careful-"

Her cousin once again cut her off, "I see how you look at Michael Scofield, I don't think he's in prison because he is a good guy. He may be nice, but looks can be deceiving Sara." She raked her hair with her fingers and said she just needed to go to sleep. "It's been a hard day."

Sara wanted to say one more thing, "Kristin?" Said girl turned her attention back to Sara. "Have a good night. I will see you in the morning. Like you said, tomorrow is a new day."

Kristin smiled and nodded and headed to her room, slowly shutting the door and changing into some sweats and a tank top for bed.

The next day went a little smoother in the morning, Sara got up slightly earlier so they wouldn't have to worry about waiting for the other to get out of the shower.

Hearing Sara shut off the shower, a moment later, Kristin's alarm went off. "Fuck, shut up!" She growled as she tossed her pillow over her heads. After 5 minutes of tossing and knowing that the alarm wouldn't shut up until she turned it off. "Fine, fine, I'm up.." She slowly stretched her arms and legs while yawning, and made her way to the bathroom.

After taking her shower and putting on her clothes; light colored jeans and a plain black shirt she towel-dried her hair and did her make-up rather quickly. Having blue toned make eye make-up, the darker color on the bottom, a royal blue, while a light blue, almost aqua color on top of it. She had blue massacre to go with it, and black pencil eyeliner on.

She dragged along her same black hooded sweatshirt that she had yesterday. She was sure; it would make her feel comfortable to have it to cover up, just in case.

Sara walked in the kitchen and made herself a bagel; she was a lot more of a natural looking girl, compared to her cousin. She had just the littlest bit of eyeliner on and a very light colored brown colored eye shadow. She was in regular, boot cut jeans, and a red long-sleeves shirt. It didn't really matter she wore, because her white coat always covered her.

"Kristin you almost ready?" She called out with her mouth full of her blueberry bagel.

"Yeah." Kristin walked into the kitchen looking quite nicely for being in casual clothes. "Does this look okay?"

"Dressing up for someone in particular?" Sara teased, "Abruzzi perhaps? Lincoln, I am hoping not T-bag."

"Why would you ask if I was dressing up for John- ahem, Abruzzi?" Kristin asked, taking offense.

"He may be older, but he can be quite the charmer, and I remember you love accents, which also why I'm hoping you aren't attracted the southern drawl that T-bag has."

Kristin laughed as she eased up, "I just want to look nice." She stated as she felt her damp hair, it's natural wave was even wavier with it still being wet.

"Okay, whatever you say."

When the women arrived at the prison, they headed separate directions, at least until Pope stopped Kristin and pulled her to the side. "Kristin I need to have a word with you."

"Yeah, umm of course. Everything okay, sir?" She could tell the Pope looked very upset, and every time she saw, which was just yesterday, but he seemed to be jolly or close to it. "First thing, I am so sorry about you being held hostage, I got an earful from the Governor." He cleared his throat, "I will be talking to Sara and apologizing to her after I finish speaking to you."

"Oh it's fine." She saw that he raised his thick eyebrow. "I mean not fine, but it is what it is, sir."

"I think your older cousin and your uncle think differently about it. BUT, I am glad you are taking it like that. Bob was held hostage with you, correct? The new CO."

"He was, but I managed to get away and find Sara and then head outside." She shrugged, "I never heard if he made it out safely or not, I assume-"

Henry Pope shook his head no. "How were you able to getaway from all those men with hardly any marks on you?" He knew that sounded sort of odd, so he added, "I am happy, but you are a very pretty girl, I'm surprised not one man tried anything."

"I think maybe being on the PI watch helped me out a little. I learned that prisoners really appreciate the fact to help with projects, and mostly to get out of their cells for a few extra hours compared to the others."

"Ahem, well that's true. No, Bob did not make it out alive, I'm sad to say." He put one of his hands over his face as groaned. "I don't know who killed him, I was going to ask you if you knew of anything?"

A door opened up and it was a guard bringing Scofield to the infirmary to get his insulin shot. Pope paused his conversation for a moment and talked to Scofield. "Scofield I will send someone down in just a bit to grab you to help me with that project."

Michael nodded and added, "Sounds good, thank you sir." As him and the guard were turning the corner he heard Pope go back to his original conversattio0n.

"Kristin anything you can tell me about who you and Bob were with could help us figure everything out. Bob's wife is really counting on you to help us find his killer."

"I don't know a lot of names, sir. Let me try to remember who I was around, and see if I can find out their names." She lied. "I will try to help as much as I can."

"I know you will, thanks Kristin." He handed her two things; some mace for her to put in her pockets, and a small pocket knife, that could still do some damage though, she had attached it to the outside of her pocket. "Oh and Bellick has been saying you are a joy to work with, keep up the great work."

She wanted to roll her eyes; she had a feeling that Bellick was a suck up, and who better to suck up to other then Pope?

It was yard time and the prisoners roamed free in the yard; many of them eyeing over at Kristin, who pretty much stuck to the back part of the fence near the bleachers. She really didn't know why she was out there, but she just stood back and had some time to think.

She saw Michael approach an older man with a cat. A cat? She didn't know prisoners were allowed to have animals; she came to the conclusion that it was some rule years ago, and since the animal was still living he was allowed to have it.

"I don't believe it." The grey haired man said. Charles was his name. He was being handed his beloved, female cat. "Thank you." He sounded like he was choking back tears, his cat was just as grateful to see him, as she started purring when her master held onto her. "Where on Earth did you find her?"

"In the yard, behind the chapel." Michael lied, but he smiled at seeing how happy Charles was.

"Why do I get a feeling that there's a string attached to this good deed?"

"No, no string. Just a favor." He looked at the older man, who just looked saddened again.

"Michael I'm not D.B. Cooper."

"That's okay. It's not going to take D.B. Cooper to do what I need done." He explained to Michael how very grateful he was for Michael finding his cat, but he just couldn't do what the tattooed man was asking of him. Scofield didn't take it to heart, he really didn't. Charles seemed like a very good guy, and it may have been unfair of Michael to even asking such a favor.

Kristin slowly made herself over to Charles; he looked kind of lonely, even though he got his cat back. "Hi there, mine if I sit down? I saw your cat, and I am a cat lover as well."

The man grinned and said, "No, go ahead." He held his hands out a little further so the woman could pet his cat. "You don't belong here," He laughed.

"Tell me about it, I'm Dr Tancredi's cousin, I uhh, wellI have gotten into some trouble, and my uncle, the Governor wants me here to help me straighten out my life. That's the short version, at least." She chuckled as she reached to pet the cat." She cleared her throat, "Oh I'm sorry, I'm Kristin."

"Charles Westmoreland." As soon as he introduced himself it was time for all the cons to go inside. Kristin stayed back and waved by to Charles and his cat. She was bummed that she didn't get to talk to him long, but she knew there'd be other days; he probably wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

While the cons went back in their cells, it was lunchtime for the guards, Kristin was told to stay back and watch for any funny business in the caged area. It brought back memories of just yesterday, but she accepted. Bellick went to go and talk to some other inmates, Kristin was told it was best for her not to ask to many questions about what Bellick was doing. He was a very sneaky guard, and didn't do anything by the books; in fact he broke most of the rules.

Kristin looked around the room, and saw that there was nothing really to do in here. She just looked at all of the screens and decided to fiddle with some buttons, just to see what she could do. As she pressed a few buttons she heard some of the cell doors open. She opened random cells and heard cheering going on!

She smiled, but heard Bellick shouting as he ran to the control room.

"What the Hell are you doing!?"

"I'm not doing anything, I'm watching the screens." She lied. Her feet were up on the panels and under her heels were lighted up buttons. "Oh oops." She pretended like she had to no idea what had happened."

"Get out of the way, bitch." Bellick shouted as he pushed the chair and Kristin back and out of the way. He quicjkly shut the gates; lucky for him the prisoners didn't even move out of their cells anyways. He looked back at her, "Want to tell me what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Why don't you tell me, or how about what's wrong with you, huh, Brad." She got in the man's face as she nearly jumped out of the chair. "Want me to tell Pope about your sexual harassment shit you pulled yesterday?" She waited a few seconds and saw the stunned look on his face. "Oh I didn't think so. Watch the way you talk to me Bradley.

"No, missy." He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, so she looked straight up at him. "You watch the way you talk to me! To me you are no better than these CONS!" He shouted as he began to rile some o the tougher ones up. "Just made the biggest mistake ever!" He backed out of the cage, Kristin could still hear him, "Abruzzi, today!"

She had no idea what that meant, but nowwshe was on high alert. He couldn't have been that stupid to give her a heads up, could he? "Haha, so this is the game then, huh. Well bring it on."

Abruzzi didn't scare her, he was older and a little on the heavier side. What was he going to do, smash her to death? She chuckled as she saw some of the other guards come back.

"What's so funny?" Louis asked as he and Geary came to relieve Kristin so she could go to lunch.

"Everything, just everything is." She giggled as she walked out of the room, she saw the two guards look at one another and shrug their soldiers.