A/N: Another long chapter, woo hoo! Alright here we go with 12. A lot of stuff is setting up to happen. I never been one for writing about romances, so we will see how this goes, if there is to be one. :P Thanks for the reads, come on reviews!

Chapter 12:

The days at the prison seemed like they went by incredibly slow! And that's saying it polite! Sara was there for about 10 hours a day, on average. Kristin was used to working just a normal 8 hour shift, but running around and dealing with all these different personalities was hard on her.

"Next time you will be careful with how you talk to me, right?" Bellick growled as him and Kristin were just feet away from the room's door. "I have connections in this place. Do not ever forget that."

Kristin just grinned; she had a lot to say. "I'm telling you to back off with the attitude, you steps on my toes again and I will make sure Abruzzi does a lot worse to you, something that not only effects you physical, but mentally too." With that being said Bellick smiled and said, "You look nice today."

Kristin was not always like this, she always had a sarcastic personality, but not to this extent. She hated the fact that she had to grow up at such a young age, and that's what caused her to fall into the wrong crowd. She started drinking at 13, and was hanging out with guys that were 18 and older. She needed to always be away from her house, it was just so toxic, kind of like how she felt with being inside the prison.

Her mother was always on the road, and her father was an abusive drunk! One day while he was passed out cold, some of his friends came over and would beat the shit out of Kristin.

Years later her father ended his life. When the man did not drink he was as wonderful as any other father could possibly be! As sad as it was to say, Kristin was glad that he was gone though; she had not seen her real father, the non-drinking one for years.

Kristin looked up as she heard the sound of a car of some sorts. It was a bus, looking over at the yard; other prisoners were coming outside as well. The prison tried to have the prisoners outside in the yard when newcomers came, that way the prisoners didn't feel as uncomfortable. Though the men were there to serve their time, the Warden didn't want prisoner on prisoner violence.

T-bag was standing outside, having his hands on the hips. The others were outside as well, but the others were dumping parts of the ground on the ground and hiding it under the dirt soil.

"Mmm, freshmen." T-bag slowly licked his lips as he saw all kinds of ages and races of men step off the bus. "Krissy you may have some competition now, fresh meat. Mmm, mmm." T-bag watched each individual person get off the bus.

She saw one young guy that was wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt and had a huge blinged out earring in one of his ears. He was cute looking, had to be right around her age. "Bes' put on your prison face, yo." She heard the man talk.

"Argh," Kristin groaned, at the PI crew looked at her. "All the hot guys always talk like that." She shook her head and started to go back inside.

As they were watching Bellick and Geary were leading the men down the same way where PI was standing, away from the other part of the yard, divided by the fence.

"Like a buffet for you, huh T-bag?" Geary called out as he was leading the way.

"Oh Geary, don't even get me started." His southern accent was very thick right there.

Kristin stood by the door as she heard the newbie's point at her and question what she was doing there. The young guy that was wearing the hooded sweatshirt looked at her and smiled, "Damn she's smokin'. Look at that ass."

Kristin rolled her eyes, of course she was expecting that sooner or later. Just to humor them she blew out a kiss, "Aww, what a cutie." She said as the boy passed her.

Lincoln looked to his side and saw Kristin flirting with the new inmate. "Kristin it's not safe for you to be out here, go inside."

Bellick was bringing up the rear, probably a total of ten-a dozen new men were walking through. "Don't you cons have work to do?"

"Sure do boss, just wanted to greet the newcomers." Scofield quickly lied.

"Naw, wrap it up. Going to get these new cons checked in, I will send Mac and Louis to come down here in 20 minutes." Bellick looked at his watch, and was sounding like a normal human being. for once "Looks like your not on my radar anymore, Scofield." There he was, back to being his rude self.

"Good to hear boss."

As Bellick walked off, a dark skinned man, black stepped up to the edges of the fence in the yard. He had a white t-shirt on but a grey sweatshirt over that, and his blue pants on. His head was shaved and he had long side burns, and a goatee. He was watching very carefully of what the PI was doing, and he had a feeling they weren't entirely doing what they were supposed to be.

This man's name was C-note. He was best known for getting any kind of drugs to the prisoners, he always found a way, but for a price. Scofield has previously done business with him not to long ago. "Oh I got you Fish. I don't know what you are doing, but I'll find out."

The next day started early, mostly because Sara had to get there early to do all the paperwork for all the newcomers in by a certain time. It wasn't like her to put things off, because she told her co-worker, Katie that she needed to get Kristin home because she was so worried about her.

So now around 5 am, Sara had gone to the infirmary and Kristin slowly made her way to gen pop where Louis was watching the screens. "You're here early?" He commented, as it was just him. "Nothing for you to do."

He looked at the clock, "You can go in there and just check on everyone, make sure that they're not doing anything weird." With cons she had learned that some well smoke in their cells, snort drugs, etc.

"Yeah, sure." She shrugged as she had a green, monster energy drink in her hands.

"A lot of them won't be up, but go ahead." Louis was a lot nicer than all the other guards, but Kristin thought that was because Bellick had sinked his teeth and manipulated all the others.

As she walked around she started of course with the first floor. She remembered that T-bag's cell was on the first floor, so she looked for his. Passing by five cells in a row with no activity, besides sleeping, she saw a white sheet hanging over the cell.

"Little early for that." She whispered.

"Good Cherry, go ahead now and take down that sheet." She heard the voice and knew it was T-bag, no one else had that distinct of a southern accent. She shook her head as she laughed and went on.

She saw C-Note's cell and saw him hanging on to his cell bars. "Psss, psss, white girl." He whispered as he tried to get her attention.

She went up to his cell doing a double take, she didn't know if she was supposed to talk to anyone of them. "Word is your in charge of PI."

"Well, I assist with it, I guess you could say." She shrugged. "Abruzzi thinks he runs it."

"Well ain't that why you're here? To assist with PI? I am looking for some work, and want to know if you could help a brotha out." C-note looked sleepy as he yawned and wiped her eyes.

Kristin became apprehensive; she didn't know what to say. If she did something without thinking of her and everyone else's actions, she's sure she would hear it from everyone, and not just Abruzzi this time.

"I will try, I really will." She smiled, she saw C-note smile and he said to let him know asap.

"Thanks white girl." He replied but saw she sighed and raised her eyebrow. "K, thanks K."

C-note went back onto his bunk and Kristin headed to the second floor. She assumed she wasn't doing anything wrong, because Louis wasn't saying anything to her.

On the second level Kristin for sure knew that Abruzzi's, Sucre, and Michael's cells were on this floor. Passing by Scofield and Sucre's first, an they were both dead asleep. "Shucks." She mumbled, she was hoping that Michael was awake so she could get back to C-note right away. She wasn't going to wake him though, and risk other men waking up too.

As she walked around the corner she saw John stretching his arm and staring outside his cell. Kristin rolled her eyes, but approached John's cell. She shook her head at him, "Should be asleep." She dryly said.

"No make up today? Surprised you didn't try to cover your scar." He devilishly commented.

"I do, it's just light browns, but no, it's apart of me now, I'm not going to hide it." She stepped forward a step, as she had just been fascinated with Abruzzi and the way he works. He slowly stuck his hand out to touch her wound, as he did, it was slow and gentle like.

She flinched at his touch. "Why so nervous, girl?" He asked as he traced the wound.

"You just make me nervous." She confessed, "I had an abusive father, I don't want to have deal with more abuse." She angrily said.

He whispered in her ear, "I know men in here who want to do worse to you, just be happy all I did was a scar on your face."

Kristin tried to jerk her head back, she already knew that, but the fact that John had even told her this just made her feel uneasy. As her heard jerked back, John smiled and said, "Some of those new fish asked me about you, they must know about me, and know I have connections in here." He chuckled at his own comments.

Kristin didn't know if all these men thought about was sex and raping others, because it seemed like these men really did have their mind in the gutters.

"But I don't know if Lincoln would like them knowing much about you."

Kristin's eyes widened and she quickly questioned, "Why would you say that?" Getting very defensive.

"Because I have eyes girl, and I see how you are with him. " He was giving her a fatherly like lecture, or at least that's how it felt. "Isn't he to old for you?"

Throwing her hands up in defeat, "Ha, wow. This conversation just got really twisted and messed up. You are seriously going to try to act all friendly and nice now?"

"You have given me my answer." John teased. "Should I tell him to back off?" The mobster nearly spat out his question.

"I think you should just treat me respectfully, and I will do the same to you." Kristin laughed, "John you need to cut your hair, it looks horrible long." She smiled as she was turning to walk away.

"I will think about it." He called back to her.

After breakfast the men were going outside for thirty, forty-five minutes, it really depended who worked that shift and who didn't. Louis had a tendency to give the men a little longer compared to Mac, who didn't think the men should be awarded to much.

First thing C-note did was walk near the fence and he picked up crumbles of the pebbles that PI was trying to hide. As he was observing that, one of the new inmates had approached him. He was the one with the earring, though of course they made him take it out. His hair was kind of shaggy, and for some reason he rolled up his left shoulder shirtsleeves to show of his tattoos. Trying to impress the others, no doubt.

"Yo what's poppin' my man." He was trying so hard to be something that he wasn't. Kristin became fascinated with him as she watched from the bleachers.

C-note did not even look at him, he was not going to give him the time of the day. "Roll snowflake."

"Yo, man, I'm new. Just looking for some homies, that's all." He kindly said.

He looked back, and gave him a nasty looking scowl and said, "I said, roll!" C-note left and four black guys went up to the white guy and told him he needed to bounce and go somewhere else.

"Boy's a bit confused on his pigmentation." T-bag announced as he giggled to his minions to the side of him. "But he sure does have spunk, don't he?"

Abruzzi was near a sewer pipe and was carefully trying to toss out some more remains of the pebbles from the break room floor.

"Abruzzi what are you doing?" Bellick called out as he approached the other side of the fence.

"What do you mean, what am I doing?" He asked back. He went up to the fence and listened to Bellick talk to him about something secretive.

Several minutes later John went one of the three phones and was making a call to someone. He was very agitated with whomever he was talking to one the other line of that phone call. He slammed the phone down and walked away, seeing the people behind him eyed him.

After a few minutes of being rejected by both blacks and white's the kid came to sit at the bleachers. He looked up and saw that Kristin slowly got up. "Ey no need to get up, I ain't going to hurt ya." He smiled as he looked at the woman.

Before she could say anything, Kristin felt a hand wrap around her waist, T-bag. "What a touch situation to be in, huh boy?" Kristin did not like that T-bag pulled her closer to him. "White's don't want you, black's don't want you, a regular Tweener." He grinned.

The boy, Tweener didn't say anything he just looked up at Kristin.

"Ain't she just as attractive as a rare diamond?" He reached to give her a kiss, but Kristin pulled back. "She doesn't like to display affection to much." He squeezed tight on her waist. "Don't think about stealing my woman, Tweener." With that being said T-bag walked off, of course watching the two's every movement.

"What's a pretty thang like you doin' in here?" He smirked, something about his smile was just making Kristin blush.

"I am just trying to straighten up my life, my uncle is the Governor, and the doctor is my cousin, so I am here working in PI." She explained.

"Oh fer real? So ya work here, ya don't have a cell?" He asked, though he must have noticed how ridiculous his question was cause he said, "Ha, never mind. I figured it out. What's your name girl?"

"Kristin." She said as she was blushing.

John rudely interrupted the two talking, "You kids are cute." He grabbed a hold of Kristin's shoulder and grinned, "Doesn't she have beautiful eyes?" He kissed her on her neck and walked away while grinning.

Kristin had no idea what John was up to, or if he was sincere with his complements. She tried to shield her wound, looking as if she was rubbing her face

"You sure do. Dude is right, scar or not, girl you got them smokin' eyes."

Kristin looked away from how embarrassed she was, she felt like a girl in middle school and her crush just said hi to her. Something about this prison, she found a lot of men attractive though she really shouldn't.

Abruzzi called for her to come over and talk to him. "Is he like your pops?"

"Oh God no, he thinks he needs to protect me, don't ask.." Kristin smiled, "I will talk to you later."

"Damn I hope so." Tweener called out, as he to was smiling, but it faded when he saw T-bag staring daggers at him.

"You want me to try to get you two a room?" Abruzzi smiled as he folded his arms across one another.

"Oh my God, John!" Kristin was speechless, "That was uncalled for." She was snickering, but she just didn't know what to say. She looked at him at he went back to being serious, "Oh great, why do I have a feeling you didn't call me over to talk about this guy." She could feel this conversation about to get awkward.

As she was going to turn away, before she could, Abruzzi grabbed a hold of her wrists and pulled her back, gently. "I need your help."

She saw the sadness in his eyes. "Well what is it?"

"I pay fatass Bellick every month to be apart of PI and some other things, not important. If I don't give him his monthly money he was kick me out of PI."

"No, I am in charge of it technically. Well...yeah." She looked sad, but she didn't know what she could do.

"I am not touching that man, I may have self esteem issues, but I wouldn't touch a scumbag like him." She started to raise her voice.

"I wouldn't ask you to do that, girl. I want you to talk to him. Drop your attitude around him." Abruzzi explained

She pouted for a moment and then questioned, "Do I get something in return?"

"Oh yeah, don't you worry, I have something planned." He grinned as he looked over at someone. "Yeah, you're going to like it."

She looked skeptical, but she had t o believe that John Abruzzi was not always some monster.