A/N: Aaaaah, chapter 20! Holy cow we leave off with quite the twist!

Chapter 20:
Kristin was not usually allowed in the locker room, but that was just other CO's were with her. She was actually surprised with nearly getting killed that Mac or Geary were with her. But hey, she was not going to complain. As she walked into the locker room she had her hands covering her eyes, "I'm going to turn around, because I do not want to see anyone changing."

"Oh don't be shy, Krissy." T-bag yanked her closer, so Michael didn't need to yell. "Not like you ain't seen anything before." He grabbed her hands off of her face and tossed them to the side.

Michael was telling everyone except Charles and Tweener to put their coveralls on. They were planning on bleaching them, so they would have a white jumpsuits like those in the psych ward. As the current conversation didn't portray to her, she made her way to the wooden benches. "Oh my God you guys are so dirty." She decided against it, as she interrupted Michael speaking.

Michael turned his attention to Charles, and C-note. The older man to make sure he was going to be alright, and C-note to talk about giving them the peroxide asap, and get enough bags of it.

She looked over at Abruzzi, "I guess this will be seeing bye." Kristin shook her head no.

"I am coming with you."

All eyes locked onto Kristin. She looked wide-eyed at Michael. "I thought you told them before I came in here."

"I hadn't got to that part quite yet."

"No, no, no." C-note shook his head. "We got to many people, she's going to slow us down."

"You know C-note; I am busting my ass to help some of you that don't even deserve it. If I stay here, I will be arrested. I will be helping Lincoln, Tweener and Charles getting out, they will figure out that I pulled them out-"

"Krissy the answer is no!" T-bag tilted his cap and shook his head.

"I don't care what anyone says, I have been very god about not blackmailing anyone, well I'm sick of being the fucking pushover!" She stomped her foot on the ground. "I am going. Because if I have to stay here and they take me down, I swear to God, I will take every last one of you down with me." She roared.

"She's coming." Abruzzi didn't even want to argue. Everyone was feeling several different things, mostly being nervous they had just a few hours to go.

Michael and C-note had went at it, but Michael said they he owed Kristin so much for all she has done for everyone. "I don't owe you a damn thing." He nearly spat at the black man. "Kristin is our ally, we are not going to make her our enemy. She is a big reason why we are as far as we are." Michael knew he had done more work than Kristin, but he didn't need to defend himself, especially to C-note.

"Tweener and Charles," Kristin started, "I will come get you in a few hours, I still need to figure out how we are getting Lincoln out." She could hear some guards approaching, she observed as the men lined up.

She quickly gave Tweener a hug and told him she would see him soon. She left before the guards came in.

"Shit, kid does have game." C-note remarked.

Sucre laughed as he nudged the kid as he lined up behind him.

Michael had asked a lot of Sara and she needed to get out of work and just think about everything. What he was asking her to do didn't seem like much; to leave a door unlocked. She left to catch some air and to take a lunch break away from the prison. The fact that she had no idea Kristin was apart of any of this…"I should have known." Sara grumbled as she sat in her parked car. "That's why she had been so protective over them."

She feared if she didn't do what Michael had asked of her, if Kristin would ultimately pay for her actions, or in this case her inactions. She put her a hand over her forehead as she was trying to find out what was the right choice. She couldn't always protect Kristin. "She's 24 years old, she knows what she's doing." Sara groaned. "On the other hand, lately she has not been making the best decisions.

After 20 minutes of just sitting in her car, she slammed her door and got out of the automobile. Where she went into was a bar. Being the only one in there besides the bartender, she had ordered a drink…but just eyed it. She had been sober for a good amount of time, she wasn't sure if wanted to jeopardize all of her hard work.

T-bag was sitting in his cell, alone after his last cellmate hung himself. He dug the brussel sprouts that he had in his pocket and wiped it across his bed sheets and all over his bunk. Making sure that the green stained everything with in sight.

Abruzzi's bunk was the bottom one, he started to sprinkle some sort of dirt looking substance on his bed. "What are you doing John?" His cellmate asked.

"The Lord's work." He responded.

"The Lord wants you to spread horse crap all over your mattress?" The cellmate asked as he looked at John like he had lost it.

"It's not our place to question his will." John smirked, and then looked at the man to the side of him. "Are we clear?"

Charles and Tweener were scrubbing down their cell to eliminate their scent as well. Tweener was doing most of the work as Charles was holding onto his side. His wound was deep, but he just needed to hang in there for a little longer.

Kristin made her way to Pope's office, it was 6, at 7 it would be tier time. She knocked on the door, and Becky told her to make her way inside. "Ah, Kristin. What can I do for you?"

"Oh I'm sorry sir, are you leaving?" She asked as she saw him looking like he was clearing things up and getting ready to head out for the day.

"In a few minutes, but what can I help you with?"

"Since some of the men didn't get as much PI time when I was gone, I found a job that I need help with, nothing to long, maybe 2 hours or so." She explained, "One of the spare offices I noticed it could get a coat of paint, and the door is off the hinges."

"Oh that doesn't sound to difficult." Pope smiled. "You won't need all of them for that. Do you have a few in mind?"

Well the office is secluded away from everyone else, so I will need someone is more built to haul all of the equipment over there. "Lincoln Burrows."

"Now Kristin, he is on 24-hour watch. I know you were gone, but he is."

"Sir, with all due respect, Lincoln has never once made me feel like my life is in jeopardy, the other two I was thinking would be Charles and Tweener. None of those men are violent. But I do need someone who is stronger." She scuffed, "Charles is a hard worker so I need him there, and David, ahem, Tweener, I feel bad for him, because he just got on PI and he is really trying to be proactive."

Pope looked like he was considering it, "You have a two hour limit. You can always go back to it tomorrow, but today, 2 hours." She nodded her head and smiled. "But Lincoln you only get for an hour in a half." Pope was a reasonable man, he really did like Lincoln, and Michael always talked very highly of him.

"Yes, understood." She grinned.

"Mac will bring him to gen pop, I will have Louis help you get Charles and David." He told her that after Louis got them, he needed to help him with getting his project that him and Michael were working on to Pope's car.

"Sounds good, thanks again sir. Have a good night." Kristin called out as she shut the door behind her. But Pope opened it and told Louis to follow Kristin. The woman explained to Louis what was going on, and the black man nodded and radioed over to Mac, and gave him his orders.

Word traveled fast that Bellick had not been seen all day. The man took his job overly serious; he lived and breathed to come to work. Mostly to make several of the men's lives a living Hell. Pope had finished up a conversation with Bellick's mother, who said that Brad had called her when he pulled up this morning.

"Becky, send Mac to go and check the parking lot after he brings Lincoln up. And let me know what he finds either way."

Michael Scofield had been waiting around the corner and finally was waved in by the pope.

The men that were in general population watched as Tweener and Charles was taken out of their cell and were headed out the door. Sucre knew that the plan was in motion, but he didn't understand why Pope wanted to talk to Michael.

"Kristin wants you two, plus Linc to help her with some indoor project." Louis explained.

"Shit, anything to get outta that cell." Tweener smiled.

"How long we have, boss?" Charles asked.

"Pope says 2 hours, Linc, will leave after a hour in a half." Louis then went on, "But can always finish tomorrow around this time too."

As they reached Kristin, Lincoln had arrived just a moment before the other two. "I'm coming back for him at 7:30." Mac pointed to Lincoln. Louis said at 8 he would come back for Charles and Tweener. "So what's Pope thinking? Bellick just didn't show?"

Charles and Kristin looked at one another as they heard the CO's conversation as they left the area.

Lincoln grabbed Kristin's arm, "Someone want to fill me in?" He saw that she looked down at his arm, he quickly let go. "Sorry Kristin. What's going on?"

"We're bustin' out tonight." Tweener grinned.

"What? How?"

"Lincoln we don't have time to explain, we just have to look busy until 7, we have about thirty minutes to go." Kristin and the men went to the supply closet to look like they were doing something; Charles was taking it easy as he just grabbed the rollers and paintbrushes.

Sara had made her way back to the Prison; she left her jacket there so she had a reason to come back. "'Ey Doc." One of the guards at the entrance greeted. "Here kinda late?"

"I forgot my jacket." She quickly replied.

"Ha, I hate that. Katie just left ten minutes ago."

"Okay, thank you." She quickly made her way up to the infirmary; she didn't want to talk to anyone. She just needed to come and do what she was going to do and leave. She didn't want to run into anyone, that would make her second guess what she had already decided on. As she reached the infirmary, she unlocked the door and held her purse tight to her, and made it look like she was looking for her coat. She didn't turn the lights on, again, that wound attract attention.

After a few minutes, she finally grabbed her black jacket; she stopped and just looked at the room. She had no idea how they were going to succeed in escaping. She needed to go home, Kristin had made her own decision. And Sara was about to make a very dangerous one that would risk her and everyone else's life.

As she closed the door, she turned her key to lock and then quickly unlock it.

Michael came back to his cell with less then 10 minutes until tier time. He looked over at Sucre, "You unscrewed the toilet, right?"

Sucre looked horrified, he had forgotten to do that.

"That's 10 minutes we don't have."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just feeling like my head is spinning." Sucre slapped his head quickly several times. Michael handed over the tool to Sucre, "There's no going back now." He knew that Sucre always asked all the questions, and tried to understand, but he just didn't.

One by one the guys made their way to Michael and Sucre's cell. Sucre looked casual and was leaning against the bars as they opened, while Michael stood with his hands in his pocket.

Abruzzi came first and handed them his white jumpsuit. Next was T-bag and Sucre's cousin.

"If you get stuck in one of those pipes, boy…" T-bag and Sucre's cousin handed Sucre their white suits, next C-note had arrived following their actions.

"Lock this off, I need to finish this off." Michael went in his cell and finished unscrewing the toilet.

"Say a prayer Theodore." John commented, "Say a prayer for us all." John stood next to T-bag making sure the shorter man would not leave his sight. As soon as they were out of there, it was every man for themselves.

C-note looked down at some of the black inmates, he had caused conflict with them from constantly hanging around Michael and the other's. The black members felt he was betraying his race.

Kristin told them she would be right back; she needed to scope out if anyone was around. The corridor that the office was on, pretty much was never walked through. Though right now she had some spare time to look to make sure, and that's what she was going to do. She knew around this time Pope usually headed out, so not to many guards were needed up over by his office/ the infirmary. She figured out they would have to go the back way, and it was pretty similar to a maze.

About six or seven black men made their way up as they were looking for C-note, but Abruzzi steeped in front of them. "Lookin' for C-note." One of the men said.

"Huh? Haven't seen him." Abruzzi acted dumb.

"That's real touching and all, you stickin' up for a brotha and all. BUT, y'all need to step aside, now."

Abruzzi and T-bag stepped aside as the black man stepped into Michael's cell to just find Scofield on his bottom bunk reading a book. "Something I can help you with?"

C-note had asked Michael to hide him, the man was ex-military, but when seven men are after you specifically, you weren't going to make it out alive.

Michael though t it was not time to get going, with C-note already through, Sucre was guarding the entrance of the cell, letting the men in; one by one. Michael was handing them their white suits.

Sucre's cousin was next and he looked absolutely petrified of how small the hole was. He was a big man! Michael told him to keep moving! Sucre had dropped the sheet, and T-bag made his way behind the overweight man.

T-bag helped him, but not in a generous way, he was annoyed and on edge. He kicked the Hispanic man in the ass and shoved him forward. "Move your fat ass!"

Abruzzi was behind T-bag, of course. T-bag bent down but looked at John and sneered, "Age before beauty." The mobster said nothing, but just cracked a smile and looked at Michael and made his way through, and then T-bag followed. Michael handed Sucre his outfit and the tattooed man brought up the rear.

Kristin had found the correct route and made her way back. As she was just around the corner she felt a body slam into her. "Aaah."She groaned as she felt the impact and fell to the floor. She slowly looked up and saw that it was Geary!

"What the Hell?!" She fell flat on her bottom and looked up at him wit ha puzzled look. "What are you doing?"

"You did something to Bellick, if not you, one of the PI fucks, now tell me."

Charles looked around the corner and could see just parts of the CO. "Lincoln, we got trouble." He said as he continued to hold his side. "Kristin needs help."