A/N: Alright my college finals for this semester are next week, so I will troy to post next week, but can't promise. So this week I am going to try to write like a mad woman lol. Read and review, as always, please and thank you. I was going to have Lincoln have a part in this chapter, but other things came up, so I already have his bit written in chapter 16. Sorry about that.

shadajoserj has just been such die-hard fan! I can never thank you enough!

Chapter 15:

It was lunchtime and gen pop went to go and grab their same old food that they eat every single day. Most of the PI crew tried to stay together, Lincoln, however had to eat in his locked room, by himself, and he had it brought to him. Sucre and Michael of course ate together, and invited Tweener over before someone had tried to bully him.

Abruzzi, T-bag and C-note all went on living life like normal, and sitting with their normal crew. Not wanting to draw attention, because the men were quick to notice change, and if someone noticed anything different that could wreck their escape plan.

Kristin had found her way up in the infirmary, not really doing anything; in fact she was distracting her cousin from working. "You know, this place is like a buffet of guys." She grinned, "I don't know why you complain about all the work you have to do, doesn't look like you really do much."

Sara turned her body around and looked at her cousin with a, 'are you serious' look. "I still have no idea what you do. I'm surprised the Warden hasn't questioned what you actually do either."

"Are you serious? I watch over the PI crew." She teased, "They need me there, otherwise they get so sidetrack."

"I wish you wouldn't be in a room alone with them." Sara explained, "When men come up here, a guard is on the other side of those doors." She pointed. "When you are out there, I know no one is near you, besides the inmates."

Kristin had to think of a time to bring up the deal she made with Bellick, and she figured now was as good of a time as any. She had a heavy, dry lump in her throat. "So I think you should talk to one of your friends for Bellick."

Sara stopped what she was doing and swung her spinning chair to completely face the other woman. "You think what?" Attitude in her voice.

"Well I think he is really misunderstood…and hethreatnedtotakeAbruzzioffofPI." She mixed all her words together into one giant, long one.

"What?"

"Okay," She sighed. "Bellick threatened to take Abruzzi off of PI. And-AND Warden told me to stay by Abruzzi, what if I were to get hurt?" She pointed out, "See I am just thinking of my own safety here."

Sara blinked several times real quickly before she said anything.

"Well?" Kristin pried.

"I am trying to take this all in." Sara dryly stated. A minute later she looked at her family member, "I'm not the most popular person, I mean I could talk to the other doctor, Katie."

"Perfect!" As Kristin hoped off the table that she was sitting on, she saw a guard bringing up Michael Scofield. "Oh you have company, I don't want to be a third wheel." She winked at Sara. Kristin did want to tell Sara that Michael supposedly had a wife, but she didn't feel like it was her place. She was sure there was more to the story, and she didn't want to start trouble.

Michael was un-cuffed and the guard took off; saying he would be back in a few, he was going to use the bathroom while Scofield was getting his insulin shot. "Michael Scofield, sit, sit, sit." She smacked the table with her clipboard, playfully.

"How are you liking Kristin being here?" He asked abruptly.

"Wow, well uhh, I don't like it to well, but I will have to get over it." Sara was thrown off by his question, she wasn't expecting that from him.

"I see."

"I especially don't like that she is so close to John Abruzzi, the man is bad news." Sara continued on. "He's dangerous, he's in here for murder." She looked up at Scofield who was just nodding in agreement. "I know you are in PI, she's not being…you know?"

The tattooed man shook his head as he rolled up her shirtsleeves. "Oh no, she is fine. Lincoln has been keeping in eye on her." While he mentioned his brother's name; he looked directly into Sara eyes.

"Why would Lincoln be watching after her?" She nearly whispered.

The two moved closer to one another, and both tilting their heads in opposite directions and it just happened. Their mouths were intertwining and they just began to kiss one another. Just one kiss, a long one, but very passionate.

Sara was the first to pull back with wide eyes. Michael moved his head back, but with a small smile. "Because just like I, he perhaps is starting to feel some sort of a connection."

Somehow, some magical way, Abruzzi always found a way to sneak up on Kristin, and more importantly, accomplish the impossible. He had connections with almost all of the guards. He only had a few minutes though to talk to Kristin.

As she was sitting in the abandon office she found earlier, she was sitting on the side end of the table, with her back about halfway facing the door. She was just sitting there and thinking.

"You're a thinker I noticed."

Snapping her neck to the left side, towards the door, she had one hand over her chest in a second. "Damn it, what the Hell is wrong with you? Trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Not really." He looked around the room, it was so plain, and nothing was really in there. "What are you doing?"

"John what do you want?" She growled as she got off the table.

"To talk." He went to close the door, but Kristin didn't agree with his actions. "Fine we will leave it open."

She placed her hands on her hips. "Okay, what's going on?"

"There's to many people." He huffed. "You don't really need to be in that room, you are not apart of the plan."

"Are you serious?" Kristin snarled. "I am in charge of you, remember that."

Abruzzi stepped over to her, and hovered over her small frame. "Your in charge of me? I don't think so, girl."

"How could I be so stupid? You brought Tweener to see me today, so there'd be no hard feelings…" She smiled as she was shaking her head, but not a happy smile, basically so she could control the fact that she wanted to yell at the top of her lungs.

"I am telling you to stay back, and everything will be fine." Abruzzi smiled, but then, "If you want to try to tell the Pope, your cousin or any of the guards I will not hesitate to hurt you." He grabbed her by her neck and was slowly tightening his grip around her body part.

She was gagging for air, looking down she was several feet up in the air. "Do I make myself clear?" She tried to kick but, she was losing feeling in her parts of her body, and the room was getting fuzzy. "I take that as a yes."

He gently put her back on the ground, causing her to slouch down against the ground. She looked up at him with hatred in her eyes, she was tired of the way how Abruzzi would be fine with her, and even sweet, and then slashing her face, and trying to choke her. She knew who she could talk to about getting him back.

T-bag!

"Learn your place." He beamed, "Such a pretty girl, but so curious." He shook his head and left the room to meet up the CO to go back into his cell.

Tier time was not long after that incident. Kristin had found her way to gen pop, and told Mac to let her in to talk to some of the men. "You're kidding right?" He questioned.
"I wish, let me in, please." She was taking a huge risk with talking to T-bag, well let alone going into gen pop with all the men able to move about. Right away she went over to where she thought she recalled T-bag's cell was. As she passed a handful of inmates, she heard numerous catcalls and dirty things the men were saying.

"Ah, finally." Seeing T-bag hanging at the entrance of his cell, with one arm stretched out and the other by his side. "I need to talk to you."

"Well lookey here, its Krissy, I'm surprised to see you in my neck of the woods." He smirked, "How can I help you darling?" He looked up at the next level and could see Sucre and Michael hanging over their railing watching.

"We need to go in your cell." She half mumbled.

"Well it's about time." He sniggered.

"Now, you idiot." Kristin rammed against T-bag and half pushed him in the cell with her.

"I didn't know you were so rough. Good to know." He nearly squealed from excitement.

"No, shut up. Let's face it, you and Abruzzi don't get along, well he has worked my last nerve." She explained, "That bastard is who cut my face, it's time for him to get something just as painful served to him."

T-bag looked disappointed that all they were going to do was talk. Though, it was about getting Abruzzi back, so that made him feel a little better. He sat down on his bed and rubbed his hands together. "Krissy darling, I never knew you could be so cold-hearted." He looked up at her, "I like it." He motioned for her to sit on the bed as well.

"No, stop it, focus!" She half groaned.

"So an eye for an eye, so to speak." He was delighted to help with such a task. "Why the sudden change in heart? You to have been attached at the hip lately, could swear that he was getting some romantic attention by the way you two look at each other."

Kristin pretended like she was vomiting. "You're being disgusting." She cleared her throat and told him what Abruzzi had just told her.

"Hmm, that does seem rather unfair, don't it?" His voice got rather higher than usual. "I will come up with something, don't you worry dearie."

A knock on the cell door had interrupted the two's conversation, and to her surprise it was Tweener. "Yo I thought I saw you in here." He seemed perplexed. "Am I interrupting somethin'?"

"No, no, no. T-bag was just telling me that you were a few cells down. I told him I wanted to surprise you." She nodded at T-bag and grabbed ahold of Tweener.

T-bag shook his head, he didn't even dare to bust Kristin in a lie, it wasn't worth his time. He was engaged in thinking of a cunning scheme to get John Abruzzi back. It wasn't so for Kristin, T-bag and Abruzzi always had bad blood with one another!

Tweener took Kristin by her hand and brought her over to his cell. "Yo, I got a new cellie." Seeing that Tweener's cell mater was-Charles!

"Oh hi Charles!" Kristin hugged the older man, "Take good care of each other." She smiled.

"How'd you manage to get in here?" Charles smiled as he hugged back. "Shouldn't be here to long, you know." He looked around and saw eyes constantly following Kristin's every movement.

"Mac let me in, I am here just for a few minutes." She explained, she saw he was going to catch up with some of the older inmates and said her farewell.

Tweener had no stopped smiling the whole time Kristin had been by his side. "You okay? Kristin asked, he was looking kind of cheesy.

"This place is rough, an' when I see you, well you make it not so bad." He chuckled. "You gunna be here for all my 5 years?"

Kristin coughed and she swallowed hard, "Oh I'm sure I will be."

"Tweener you are just the sweetest guy, not only here but ever. You must have a girl on the outside waiting for you."

Tweener adjusted his rolled up sleeves on his t-shirt. "I sure do hope so, hopefully it's you."

One more yard time for the day, and Michael and Charles quickly found one another to casually talk. "Bellick assigned me a new cellmate."

"Fast hands, got an even faster mouth." Tweener ran up with sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt on.

"Yo what's poppin' yo?"

"Speak of the devil." Charles smiled, "Michael Scofield, this is David, but T-bag has started calling me Tweener."

Tweener smiled, he didn't care about his nickname, it sounded strange but he was sure he would get used to it. "You are on PI with Kristin, right?"

"Mh-hmm." Michael quietly hummed.

"Yo can you hook a brother up? I need some green, yo know what I'm saying, yo?"

"Pay's $0.19 a hour." Michael; was hoping that would discourage him, so he wouldn't have to make up a lie of why he couldn't join.

"$0.19 that's slavery yo." Tweener had to learn more words besides yo, but he was only like that around the guys.

"It's a prison, yo." Michael sniggered. "Besides PI is all full up for now, didn't Kristin tell you?"

"Aight, well I feel you yo." He pounded his chest like he was a primate, "Well keep a brotha in mind, hell I will pay $0.19 just to get out more."

"And to see Kristin." Charles teased.

Michael looked up at Tweener and had just seen him talking to Kristin and holding her hand, Lincoln was very protective over the people in his life. That made Michael even more aware of not to have this guy around or in PI.

He pounded his chest again and made a sideways peace sign and left to go and try to find Kristin. "Like having another kid." Charles sighed. "I already raised one, to old to be doing it again."

Michael had asked Charles if he had hard of the guards stealing personals from the men's belongings. When the men are brought to the prison they have to give everything to the guards; shoes, clothes, phones, watches.

"I told you, whatever it is your doing, leave me out of it." Charles pouted.

Michael explained that he had respected Charles and was not trying to drag him into this at all. "I just need to know if you have seen a guard with a gold watch?"

"Listen, a lot of people can get you a gold watch in here."

"Yeah but I need this specific gold watch." Michael was determined to find out which guard it was that had his precious watch; it was crucial for the escape.

Louis shouted for Charles and said that Pope wanted to speak to him, "Westmorland, let's go."
Charles nodded and told Michael he was not a snitch, but had heard of one CO that was known for being a thief. It was Geary!

T-bag and Kristin were sitting on the bleachers together and just watching Abruzzi, who was playing card with his gang of followers. "So what are we talking about here; dead?"

Kristin shook her head and gasped, "no, oh lord no."

"Dearie the man almost took your eye out." T-bag was so quick to point out. "And almost choked you to death, I know you have some fire in that petite body of yours, time to unleash it."

T-bag saw Tweener was looking around and started to approach them. "Your mutt has found you." He snarled.

"Don't be rude T-bag. Alright let me talk to him and I will talk to you tomorrow." Kristin went to get up but felt a tight grasp to her right wrist. "Do not play me as a fool Krissy, DO NOT."

Kristin was let go seconds later, ut she rubbed her wrist with her other hand. People sure did love to grab her and be forceful with her. She got off the bleachers and met up with Tweener, "Is Michael in charge of PI? I thought you's were."

"I am, him and Abruzzi are a little more bossy than I am, so I think they like to think they are the ones actually in charge." She elaborated, "Why?"

"I just want to get on PI. You kno' be outta my cell little longer, make some money, spend more time with you, ya know." He grinned, "If you're the boss, you think you can help me?"

"I can try. I will see tomorrow, I promise. C-note unfortunately somehow found a way on, and went over and above my head." She frowned, "That made me look real bad, like a complete push over."

"Oh I was jus' talkin' to Michael about it, I wouldn't go to Bellick or none of them about it."