A/N: Okay I'm sorry about not updating, had my finals :/ but I have a week off until I start school again, so I hope to get a chapter up every day or every other day. Read and review everyone! We are getting closer to the escape! I had more, but decided that would be apart of chapter 20! :) Enjoy!

Chapter 19:

Kristin managed to help Charles out, she told him to mostly just hand her things. Struggling to shove Bellick's bigger body down in the hole, the taping his hands, feet and mouth was the easiest part. "Charles put pressure on the wound." Hit grey sweatshirt had a huge glop of blood on it!

After more or less kicking Bellick into the hole, Kristin paid attention to the older man. She grabbed cloth towels that were under the skin and told him to stuff those under his shirt. She noted that he had his long denim jacket too, she told him to put it on and act normal. "Go, go. I will cover this the best I can." She didn't want him to have to bend over; he would lose all his blood at that rate.

After covering the hole, she had a lot to figure out. She was going to need to talk to Michael! Charles was rolling a garbage bin, and was constantly checking to make sure this his red stain was not showing. As he put the bin away he was allowed back on the yard. "We need to get out of here, NOW!"

All of the men looked at Charles with wide eyes and open jaws. "I don't know how he found it, he just did."

"The hole is just sitting there?" Sucre asked.

"Kristin came along, luckily. She's in there covering it as best as she can." Charles explained. "But, it's just a matter of time before someone discovers that Bellick is missing." Charles voice was usually gentle-toned, but now he sounded very angry, and the fact that he was in pain didn't help either!

"Wait?" Michael looked confused, "What do you mean Bellick is missing?"

Kristin had strolled to the other side of the fence, she didn't want to go into the yard, she felt better on the opposite side. "Charles did you tell them?"

Charles nodded. "Michael have you talked to Sara about the door?"

"Yes, but I don't think she will do it. She doesn't want to get into trouble."

A few scuffs could be heard. "Yeah well I don't either." Kristin hummed.

"Girly you already know to much! Do NOT think about backing out and snitching on us now." T-bag sneered, "I will slit your throat."

"Oh, not just my wrists like you did a few days ago!?" She raised her volume, but still only so the small group could hear it. That made the conversation very awkward, because the men looked at T-bag who said nothing.

"No one make a scene." Michael mumbled, but with a stern voice. "Kristin, please. Can you find a way to convince her? Will you still be able to take a few of the men, have you thought of a way to get them out of their cell?" Michael was feeling panicked and now rushed. "I have to get Linc out of there too."

"I will bring Lincoln with me. Tweener and Charles will be the other two. I will come and get them about 15-20 minutes before tier time." Kristin had to figure this all out; she was risking so much for helping a bunch of cons! Though at least half of these men had become her friends, some even more.

C-note chimed in, "They gunna notice soon. Not a damn thing goes without Bellick's say so. Somebody is going to notice he's missing."

"And when they do," John started, "They are going to close this place down until they find him."

"What are we going to do then?" Sucre asked.

"When it gets dark…we go!" Michael smiled as he darkly said his comment.

"Tonight?" Sucre nearly shrieked.

"Pretty, we ain't ready to escape tonight." T-bag commented.

"This already started, it started the minute that Bellick found that hole." Michael was ahead of everyone, while the others walked behind him. Kristin followed on the other side of the fence. "You don't like it, then stay! I will be sure to read the paper and see how many more years got added to your sentence when they found out which PI crew was the one that dug that hole."

"SO what's the play, man?" C-note asked.

"John, you think you can get that plane ready by tonight?" John nodded and went to go and make a phone call. Then he talked to C-note; "You have kitchen duty tonight right? See if you can get some peroxide, as much as you can." He then looked at Kristin. "Kristin find a way to get Lincoln and the other two out of their cells. I am going to work on getting that key." He paused as he took a heavy sigh. "The rest of you work on getting rid or replacing your smell!"

"None of this is going to matter if we can't get to the guards room." Charles moaned.

"We are going to go one by one, except for you Charles, Tweener and Lincoln, you guys will meet us at the infirmary somehow. One by one during tier time, Sucre's and my cell. " Michael nearly ordered.

"Come on ladies keep it moving!" Louis shouted, "Kristin get over here!" The men separated and headed back inside, slowly and trying to talk every minute they had left until they reached their cells.

Kristin quickly made her way up to the infirmary, seeing that Sara was in their alone, holding some sort of origami flower. The young woman knocked on the door, and her cousin waved her to come inside. Kristin made sure to shut the door behind her.

"What's that?" Asked Kristin.

"Oh, it's just something Michael left me." She looked up to see a smile on the other woman's face, but she quickly continued on. "I was just cleaning up my desk, and forgot to toss it away."

"Sara." Kristin warned as she watched Sara trying to throw away the red and green pieces of paper. "Keep it, there's nothing wrong with having a crush on an inmate."

Sara let out a chuckle and responded; "Oh I know that, you have many crushes around here." She saw Kristin looked away and didn't say anything. Sara thought she hit a nerve, so she cleared her throat and changed the subject. "So, ahem, what brings you up here?"

Kristin's face was still turned away; she had walked to the window and looked at the escape route. "You ever forget to lock the door at night?"

"No, why?" Sara was curious why such a question would be asked from her family member.

Kristin turned around and said; "If you ever want a relationship with Michael Scofield…tonight, please forget to lock the door."

Sara's mouth was open and she looked shocked, "Kristin?"

"Just do it. I have a feeling some good things are about to happen for us, but only if you leave the door unlocked. " Her eyes looked into the older woman's eyes, something about her voice, there wasn't sadness, but- hopefulness in her words.

Sara still didn't say anything she just looked around at the door and then over by the window. "I am staying late tonight, I need helping with painting an office I found. Some of the guys lost some PI days while I was in the hospital."

"Abruzzi?" Sara pried.

"No, just some others." Kristin was brief with her response and made her way to the door, as she opened it, but not yet walked out she just smiled at her family. "Do the right thing Sara."

While Kristin was in the hospital, Sara still had to work, and one of those days Michael got his hands on the keys to the infirmary. Though he did sneak them back, because he knew that Sara was on to him. A little bit after Kristin left, Michael came up for his insulin shot. Sara made sure to lock the door as he entered.

"Is this the first time you have been honest to me?" As Michael tried to respond, she cut him off. "Second? I do not appreciate all of the lies, Michael." Her arms were folded one another and placed over her chest.

"Sara, believe me I never wanted to get you or Kristin involved." He sighed.

"Kristin? You are taking advantage of my family?!" She shook her head as she bit her lip. "Unbelievable, I knew it! I knew it! Is that what happened to her eye, she didn't behave so she got beat up? How about when her and John Abruzzi had to go to the hospital, once again she didn't follow orders?" She looked up at him and then quickly looked down at the floor. "You have done a pretty poor job of not wanting to get us involved."

"I came here to tell you something." Michael's voice was soft and innocent. He stood up straight and didn't fidget or move, while Sara was leaning on her desk and was constantly moving. "I'm getting my brother out of here. Tonight. And I need your help."

Sara looked at him, not saying a word for a matter of seconds, she just blinked. "Michael, honestly for your own good don't say anything more." She held up her as a sign for him to stop talking. "Kristin is on board already."

Sara put her hands on her hips and looked at Michael and said, "You do realize I am required to report everything that you are telling me?" She wiped her face with her hand as she slowly dragged it down and let out a groan. "What do you mean Kristin is onboard?"

Michael didn't answer the question, but replied with "I'm asking you to make a simple mistake."

"No you're asking me to break the law-" She lightly smacked her forehead, "Kristin was just up here and she asked the same thing from me, I didn't know what she was talking about…" Sara grabbed the door handle, "Is she doing this on her own freewill? Answer me that."

Michael nodded, "Though I do hope you will too." But inside of Michael's head, he did wonder if the door wasn't unlocked later tonight, if they would have a hostage situation on their hands. He shook that thought off, because he was sure he could help Sara adjust her mind.

"So this is where you are breaking out from?" Sara felt so stupid, "I was part of your plan; my cousin and I both were." She felt a hug e lump in her throat, but asked the question anyways. "Was it all in an act?"

Michael had figured this was all she was going to react, and he was thankful there was no shouting or anything. Everyone seemed to be pretty calm and collective. "At first, yes. I needed to be here, but then I wanted to be here." Sara rolled her eyes at the man. "And it's killing me to know that you will never believe that."

Back out on PI, and the men were doing yard work, most of them were raking. Michael watched as he saw two guards go into the break room, nervous that they would find Bellick. "Got the key to the infirmary yet?" Sucre came to the side of him and asked, as he two watched the guards go in the room.

"I'm working on it." Scofield responded. The men walked out seconds later, waved to Kristin and went back to their post.

"Tweener!" Charles called out as he saw the youngest male just standing around, not doing anything. "I need a hand over here."

"Yea' alright, I'm on it." He came over to Charles, but looked at him and asked if he was alright. "Yea, just sore. If you live to my age, you'll know all about it."

Kristin watched Abruzzi open a bag of fertilizer; he was dumping it into a wagon. He looked around and grabbed handfuls of it and stuck it in his pockets.

"Y'know you got a couple foxes in your hen house, right?" C-note had been watching the way that T-bag and Abruzzi were looking at one another. Both of them had such strong hatred for the other, and though they weren't trying to attack one another, you could feel the hatred with their looks alone.

"Who are we talking about?" Michael questioned, as he too, was also watching the mobster and the child molester.

"The bastard and the born again." C-note sniggered.

"They both want out of here, they will behave until then."

"You really think so?" C-note took a shank out of his pocket, "I just picked this off of T-bag yesterday. If I would have been there 10 seconds later they would have been serving Abruzzi with red sauce over at the morgue. You gotta handle things, man."

The young brunette was in deep thought of how she was going to pull this off! If Sara didn't do what was asked of her then that meant more work for the 24- year old. Lincoln was not allowed on PI, while Kristin was in the hospital she was told that Lincoln got into a fight with a guard. That was going to make things a little more challenging than she had originally anticipated.

She went and approached Michael; she watched C-note had just left as she arrived. "Everything okay?"

He sighed but nodded, "I talked to Sara."

"I did too." Kristin blurted out.

"Yeah, I know. The rest is in her hands." Michael looked up at the young girl, "I appreciate all that you are doing for us, and though some of them are not showing you the gratitude that you deserve, they are thankful too."

"Wish they could grow some balls and tell me that face-to-face. But I won't hold my breath." Kristin shrugged. "I will be escaping with you guys." She announced to him.

"What? Why? You're not even a prisoner." Michael scratched his head, "All you need to do is bring the others to the infirmary."

"No, listen. Because I will be the reason that Lincoln, Charles, and Tweener escape, that's not an accident, like Sara can just say by not locking up."

Michael forgot that part; he must have overlooked it somehow. "Kristin-"

"My mind is made up." She snarled. "Besides," She looked over at Tweener, "I don't think I will be alone. Sara doesn't know that part, I have done nothing but cause her heartaches since I have been here. She is constantly worrying about me."

She giggled, "24 and running away, more or less. It's decided though." She walked away to go and check on how Charles was doing.