Izzy walked in the middle of the two brother, Sucre and Abuzzi behind them.
"Hey, hold up here a minute. Hold up here. Seems to be a bit of confusion. I'm supposed to be on this detail." T-bag said from the other side of the fence.
"I don't think so." Abruzzi said turning to the guard walking behind them.
"Oh, John. You can't be serious. Not after our long illustrious history we shared together. All those nights in New York city. In califorina. In st. louis. They were good times, weren't they John? Tell the badge here about them. Cause if you don't want to, I certainly could." T-bag said making all of them stop. Micheal looked back at Abruzzi, Izzy looked to Lincoln, with an I might kill him look, he gave her the same one back.
"I want this place gutted. The drywalls gotta be torn out. The studs gotta be removed. Boss, we got some toxic issues here. Asbestos, to start with." Abruzzi said stepping forward after T-bag got changed into his uniform.
"Take it up with the union. All I'm saying is, this room is your only priority now. It better be brand spanking new when you're done. If anybody's thinkin about getting cute, trying to trunk one of these tools out of here, Brady's got the outline of every single siece of hardware in here. And at the end of every day, every single piece better match up, or you're all going to the hole." Bellick said before all the guard's in there walked out locking the door behind them.
"Let's go." Micheal said, Izzy picking up one side and Micheal picked up the other side of the table taking it and putting it on the side. The other rolled the carbit over to see the drain.
"This goes down four feet. It connects to the main line below. All we gotta do is widen it, and we've got ourselves an on ramp to route 66." Micheal said staring at the drain before standing up and starting to pass out tools. He gave Izzy a sledge hammer and she gave him a small smile.
"Woah, woah, woah. They're gonna hear this, man." Lincoln said holding a sledge hammer too.
"They won't" He said throwing a tarp over the drain.
"Come on, pretty. We a team now." T-bag said as Micheal stood in front of him, not wanting to give him the hammer.
"Best get cracking, eh?" T-bag said as him, Izzy, Micheal, Lincoln, and Abruzzi stood around where they needed to hit while Sucre stood guard at the door.
"You, shut up." Lincoln said to the man next to him before hitting his hammer on the concret.
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"Help me, please." A smaller boy walked up to Izzy staring at her with wild eyes.
"What?
"Please you have to help me." Izzy looked at him confused. Her hair was wet, she'd just got dressed after taking a shower.
"Please you have to get me away from him." The boy wrapped his arms around Izzy's waist like she was his mother.
"I'm sorry I don't know how to help you." She back up a little so he wasn't clinging to her anymore.
"Get away from her." Micheal said walking next to Izzy seeing how uncomfortable she looked.
"Please help me." He begged again before rushing off.
"Are you okay?" He turned to her.
"I'm fine, is he?" She was worried about that boy.
"He's t-bag's cellmate. I doubt it. You sure you're ok?" She looked up at Micheal now, he didn't have a shirt on, it looked like he'd just gotten out of the shower too.
"He was right, you're tattoo's are a maze." Izzy said thinking back to what Heywire said.
"Isa, they're the blue prints to the prison." He whispered, she looked at him with a shocked look on her face before look at his chest closer.
"That's so cool." She met the boys eyes with a grin.
"Are you still mad at me?" He asked looking down at her seriously.
"I was never mad at you, i'm scared Micheal." He leaned in and kissed her forhead.
"Truth?" He whispered putting his forehead againest hers.
"Mhm."
"I'm scared too. I'm scared i'm not gonna be able to save my brother, i'm scared somebody else is gonna get hurt, i'm scared for LJ, I'm scared i'm gonna lose you." She put both of her hands on his cheeks and kissed his forehead, letting her lips stay there for a moment.
"Your not gonna lose me. I don't know LJ but from what i've been told, he's smart, he'll be safe. People get hurt, people die, that's not on your, not everything is on you all the time. Lincoln, he isn't gonna die because he has you as a brother, you got arrested for him, you spend months of your life trying to help him and you are." Her thumb's moved back and forth on his cheeks, his eyes watered, this is what it felt like to feel loved.
"You don't, you shouldn't keep all that weight on yourself. Talk to me, talk to Lincoln, talk to Sucre. Don't keep it all on yourself to the point you get so stressed out it coulds your judgement that you're a good person and your doing this for a good reason." She didn't know where that advice came from, and she was definitly just saying words, but everything she said in her little rant was true. Micheal leaned foreward and kissed her with passion.
"Thank you for always being on my side."
"Thank you for always being on my side."
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Izzy was dumping the concret that they'd dug up in the grass before walking over to Micheal, looking at the bus that'd just pulled in with new prisoners.
"I wonder if they're finally gonna asign me a cell mate." She said as they looked out the fence.
"Freshmen." T-bag said from the other side of Izzy. She gave him a disgusted look.
"Mmm." He moaned before walking away, not noticing Izzy scooting closer to Micheal.
"Fucking, Pedo." She muttered.
"Come on." Micheal said grabbing her hand then dropping it, knowing he can't hold her hand in the yard. They walked inside the prison in a line, Izzy in front of Micheal, then Sucre behind him.
"Looks like we gotta find a new thing to call you now." Sucre said to Micheal.
"Why's that?"
"Cause you ain't a fish no more. You ain't the newest con in the tank..." Sucre paused as the three saw the boy that ran up to Izzy with bedding around his neck about to jump.
"No." She was trying to yell but the words got caught in her throat, she felt like she could puke. Micheal pulled Izzy into his chest so she'd stop staring at the body.
"Micheal-" Her voice broke as she looked up at the boy.
"I know, it's ok." He ran his hands down her hair trying to calm her down, not caring about the people staring.
