A/N: First thing, sorry I had to leave you at a cliffhanger. Next chapter we will get back to more of trying to stay back on track with the show. I think it's fun to swerve away from it here and there.

Chapter 13:
Sucre and Michael were trying to communicate as best as they could with Lincoln, though have a divider between them, it was slightly challenging. Not so much because of the fences between them, but if a con stayed in one spot for to long the guards would think they were up to something suspicious, which in this case they would be right.

Sucre walked off, he said goodbye to Lincoln and told Michael he'd see him a bit. He needed to make a phone call to his girlfriend.

"We have some people along for the ride that I don't trust." Lincoln grunted.

"Sucre is perfectly fine." Michael replied.
"No, I know he is. Abruzzi, and T-bag, I don't know about them Michael." Lincoln cleared his throat and kicked the ground with the toe of his boot.

"Abruzzi is our ride, so we need him with us. T-bag, he's only with us because he blackmailed us." He smiled and continued, "I don't think he would say anything though, he wants to scare us, but I don't want to risk anything." He looked over at T-bag and his crew of minions. "He has his own fan club here, he may not be willing to give them up."

Lincoln scuffed and saw that C-note was approaching Michael.

"Linc, keep it moving!" A guard barked at Lincoln. Being told to move, Lincoln said he would see him later, and went and walked around his little cage.

C-note said nothing at first, he held out his hand, and long behold were some grey pebbles in his hand. "Hey Snowflake." He laughed.

Michael's eyes got wide and he looked all around to make sure no one else was watching them. C-note put the pebbles back in his pocket. "I take it the white girl hasn't said anything yet, she's busy with all the men. Now I want to know what y'all are up to in the CO's break room." His grinned a toothy smile, "Cause I'm sure it's something, I been watching all y'all, and I want in."

Kristin was on a mission to try and find Bellick, not something she would happily admit of course. As she was looking around the yard she saw Charles and smiled at him, but he waved her over to him. "Everything okay?"

She was taken back; she didn't know what he meant. "With what, Charles?"

"Abruzzi. I saw you and him chatting, just wanted to make sure everything was okay." Kristin knew that Charles had a big heart, but she had to know that Charles was an older man and was not as strong as Abruzzi. It was nice however, that he did keep an eye out.

"Oh yeah everything's okay." She smiled and told Charles to have a good day and she'd see him later.

"Bellick!" She shouted as she saw him on the other side of the fence. "Bellick come here." She motioned for him to come closer.

"Kristin." He spat, "Oh that scar looks a little worse today." He grunted.

"I am becoming quite fond of it, maybe one day I will be lucky enough to get it on the other side of my face." She snapped, until she remembered that John told her to have less of an attitude with him for a while.

"Rumor has it that Abruzzi may no longer be doing PI anymore?" she questioned her statement more than actually stated it. "Why's that?"

"Money. Need my money, sweet cheeks."

"Well I believe Pope said I was also part of PI, and with being in there with the men I can tell you that Abruzzi does really push them to work." She chuckled, "Hell he orders me to do work, when I should be telling him what to do."

"Hmm." Brad replied.

Oh lord, she was going to hate herself for even giving this guy a compliment. "Brad have you been lifting some weights? You are looking really toned."

Brad Bellick didn't usually get compliments; he was quick to respond to it. "Once in a while."

"I should ask Sara if she has any single friends for you." She wanted to vomit in her mouth with what she was saying. "You are a big grump, but I think if you tone that down a bit, some woman would love to go out with you."

Bellick smiled, "Naw, only here I am. When I'm not here I'm completely different." He sighed, "Alright here's the deal, you talk to Sara about a friend for me, and I will have Abruzzi stay on PI." He took off his hat so he could look directly at Kristin's eyes. "You have 2 days, that's all you get."

Kristin couldn't believe she at least stalled the process. As she smiled and nodded she heard Brad say, "Oh! Umm, Kristin. I find it very strange that you want to help the man who cut open your face."

"Better to have him on my good side." She quickly stated.

"Guess you're right. Because I hope you know, I talked him out of the other things he wanted to do to you. A lot worse things." Not another word was exchanged; all that could be heard was Brad's unnerving laughter as he walked away into the sunlight.

Abruzzi crept quietly behind Kristin; he waited until Bellick was far enough away where he couldn't see his movement. "Well?" He closed in on her face. John had a bad habit of getting really close to people's face, he felt that it made him more intimidating.

"Bellick told me you want to do worse to me than slice up my face. Is this true?!" She growled. "I don't even know what the Hell that means!"

"No kid, he's jus' making things up." Abruzzi wasn't sure where this was coming from. "What would I want to do to you? Bellick is getting in your head." He quickly changed the topic, "Now what else did he say?"

"You have two days to figure everything out." She was expressionless; she didn't know how to react or how to feel. "Or in two days I have to find him a girlfriend." She roughly gulped.

John clapped his hands together and began rubbing them over one another; he was so pleased that he could at least stall Bellick for a little bit.

"Now what do I get? I did something for you." She snarled, "I don't know whose telling me the truth and who is just manipulating me some more."

"You will get it later, I'm still working on it." John touched the short woman's shoulders. "Trust me."

"Yeah." She sighed, "I am trying."

"Kid has be watching you like a hawk," He was talking about the new kid, Tweener. Also, he then looked at T-bag, "So has he. Let me know when you want some alone time with the boy, and I can set it up." He nudged her in her side, playfully. "That's why you're so tense all the time."

"Oh my God that's so inappropriate." She gasped, "And for your information, that's not why."

"I think it is part of the reason." He smiled as he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead and strolled off. Kristin wasn't sure why Abruzzi was kissing her on her head; she thought it must have been something that they do wherever he came from.

Michael came up to Kristin and whispered to her, "We have a problem."

"Oh shit." She pounded her hand against her head, "C-note. I didn't say yes to him, I didn't technically say we were doing anything."

"We may have to bring him on board. I am sure it's only a matter of time before he finds a way to come on, just as T-bag did."

Kristin glanced over at the black man who just waved at her, in the most condescending way possible.

"We will cross the bridge when/if we come to it. For now let's not stress ourselves out to much." Kristin tried to think rationally, but she knew all to well he would find a way onto PI, one way or another.

Multiple whistles could be heard, as well at guards yelling that it was time to go inside. Lucky for Kristin she was supposed to be one of the last to enter, as well as the other guards. Michael said his goodbyes and headed towards the doors.

T-bag had found a way to slither over to her. "I just couldn't help but notice how close everyone seems to be with you, even the dark skinned creatures." T-bag looked insulted. "And I jus' I don't know how I feel about that. Y'see I want the attention of a striking woman like yourself."

"T-bag I will talk to you in PI."

"Oh I do hope so Krissy." He licked his lips and walked off to go back inside the building.

On their way inside, closer to the door, T-bag and Tweener had managed to get into some sort of feud. Kristin didn't hear or see what it was all about, but she did hear T-bag, "Better sleep with one eye open girly." And he was patting his knees for some reason.

"It's always something." She heard Mac say, as they were the last non-prisoners to walk through the door.

"It really is." Kristin nodded.

Pope had sent for Kristin to come to his office, he told her to sit down like usual. "You never did get back to me on who you thought may have done this to you." His deep voice was very caring and gentle.

"Sir, I have no clue." She shrugged, "Even if I did, if I snitch on someone, I would be so fearful to come here everyday. Someone did this to me, imagine what some of those men would do if I ratted out them or one of their friends." She nearly began to weep. Mostly to help prove her point, though a part of her knew how dangerous these men were, first hand. "Sir this is a level 1 prison, these men take no mercy, which you know just as well as I."

"I understand. As I am sure I sound like a broken record, but; we can't guarantee anyone's safety. I do think to stay by John Abruzzi's side in PI will be very wise." The Warden nodded, "He may be in here for murder, but I don't think he would ever strike a woman."

Pope was for sure fooled by his prisoners, the poor man. He was completely blindsided by most of the people in here, and their actions and intentions. Kristin just smiled and said, "I will stay by Abruzzi."

"Good, glad to hear it." He clapped his hands together and got up from his chair, "Oh Kristin, Sara went home for a while. She will be back later. So not to worry if you don't see her for a while."

"Thanks for telling me sir."

PI rolled around rather quickly that day, and surprisingly C-note had not yet tried to do anything. He told Michael he would give him one day to figure out how to add him to the PI crew. Mac had gotten all of the men today, including Lincoln, and they were waiting outside for Kristin to show up.

Right as the woman had showed up, Mac left instantly and went back to his prior assignment, whatever that was. Kristin really didn't know what any of the guards really did around there.

"Umm, alright, well let's get to it." Kristin shrugged.

"Hold it right there!" Bellick shouted, as he and another man was walking beside him. "I have a visitor to see you."

Everyone looked around at one another; visiting hours weren't right now, a few hours from now. And why would the visitor be walking with Bellcik outside?

As they came closer the man was clearly not a gentle and carling looking individual. He was at least 6 feet tall, with short, light brown hair that he spiked up with gel. His eyes were a kind of hazel, and he looked to be about as built as Lincoln was. He wore ripped up jeans and a tight, white muscle tee.

"I will be back in ten minutes, ten minutes." Bellick repeated.

"Caleb?" Kristin looked terrified; this was a man from her past that she had never wanted to see ever in her life.

The PI crewmembers looked at Kristin, they weren't sure what to do either. "You convicts can go away now." His raspy voice snarled.

"Watch your tongue when you speak to me, boy." T-bag countered.

The man, Caleb looked at Kristin and told her just with his eyes, to send the men away. "Go ahead, I will be in there in a moment."

"Got a new fucking group of guys? Just like you to do something like this." He growled, "I heard that you came here to start over, well you can never escape me, Sweetie."

"Caleb go home. We aren't together anymore, I told you that if you come near me again I would have you arrested." Kristin said in between gritting her teeth.

The man scuffed, "Your prison friends going to help you? Bitch I will beat the shit out of you again. How many times you been raped in here, huh? Cause I bet these sons of bitches will kill you when he's finished. I'm not quite at that point yet."

"Caleb you need to leave now!" Kristin began to get louder.

"Who did that to your eye? At least when I gave you scars you could hide them!"

"Why are you here?" She shook her head, as she was getting more and more stressed and anxiety ridden.

"To tell you if you keep contacting the police about me, I will kill you and your cousin. I swear Kristin, I am not someone you want to fuck around with, and you should remember that." The man walked to the other direction, where Bellick was coming from. "Thanks sir, I just really had to get something off my chest." He sounded completely innocent, what a two-faced bastard.

Looking over at the break room she saw many faces pressed up against the windows. Abruzzi came out first, "Now that was some weird timing, but don't think whoever that guy was, that was your gift." He needed to make sure to clear that up, because with all the yelling he and the others heard, it was easy for Kristin to think John had done her wrong, again.

Sliding her hand around her face, she rubbed her eyes and just looked away. "Oh I didn't think that." Liar.

Lincoln came out seconds after, "Kristin are you okay? Who was that man?"

"Oooooh," She started, "I don't know if I'm that ready to reveal my past with the whole class yet." She began to shake, "He's just a nobody, that at one point was a somebody. I am going to let John take over, I just, uhh, I need some fresh air."

She strolled to the other side of the building and sat down, not once facing the others. She had just seen the man who was at one time a terrific boyfriend; they had potential to have a happy life together. Though Kristin went deep into a stage of depression, though she had depression her whole life, this was one of the worse phases she went into. While she became depressed, Caleb became angry, and took his anger out on her.

"I wonder how he knew where I was?" She questioned. "No one knows I'm here but uncle, mom and Sara. Not even my friends know where I am." Millions of questions were scanning through her brain, and she was the type of person that needed to know the answer; right this second.

She heard loud footsteps, and not wanting to look who it was, she guessed it was one of the bigger guys. No jingling of the keys, so it wasn't a guard. She heard a clearing of the throat, and knew it was Abruzzi. "I don't want to talk." She frantically shook her head. "Not right now, okay? I'm trying reeeeaaaaaally hard not to yell at anyone." She half giggled. "I just want to be alone."

"Well I just wanted to know if you wanted to know what your surprise was? For talking to Bellick." Abruzzi's voice sounded a tad gentler than usual.

"Is it a weapon?" She asked, in a tired voice.

"No."

"Is it painful?"

"No."

"Is it a hug?"

Abruzzi laughed at that question. "Kinda."

"Am I going to like it?"

"I hope so." Determination in his voice.

"Since you love talking about sex with me, is it something sexual?" She smiled for a moment.

"Get up and you will see." Abruzzi grunted, "I am not playing games with you right now."

"No I just want to lie around and just be in a depressed mood." She lied down on her stomach and rested her head over her crossed arms. "How about later?" She closed her eyes and just lied there for a moment. "That's okay you don't have to answer my fucking question." She snarled and went back to not talking.

As she rested her head and tried to clear her mind, she felt forceful hands wrapped around her waist as she felt like she was being thrown in the air. She jolted her eyes open and could see Abruzzi lifting her in the air and onto her feet. "What the Hell is your problem?" She snarled, but she turned around and saw what she assumed was her reward for helping Abruzzi out.

"You will thank me later." Abruzzi called out as he removed his hands from Kristin's waist and went back into the room, not once turning back. He knew what he did was awful nice, maybe to nice.