Innocent (Lams prison au)

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A/N LETS ALL APPRECIATE THIS OFFICER PEGGY FAN ART FROM mademoiselle_arlette <3 I love seeing your work guys and writing this book has been so fun ur all so supportive aw sorry for torturing u xxx

Eliza took another sip of her vanilla frappe, leaning back in her chair with a delighted sigh.
"It tastes just like soft serve ice cream," She hummed. Angelica, Peggy and Dolley giggled and turned back to their own drinks.
"Is Eliza the only one here who didn't get caffeine?" Dolley smirked, shaking her Starbucks cup in her hand. The girls shared around a few glances and laughed when they realised it was true.

"God I need this caffeine though, having to keep a collected facade while those prisoners bull-shit their way through my sessions," Angelica groaned. "I don't know how you deal with them AND Jefferson, Pegs," She said, shaking her head and lifting her cup to her lips once more.
"I don't deal with it." Peggy muttered, keeping her eyes downcast. "I blew up at John Laurens, the inmate, yesterday,"

"It's okay Pegs, you're not alone, Jefferson is screwing with everyone's minds in that hell-hole." Dolley muttered, raising her eye brows. "Marquis de Lafayette, the one with a week in solitary, he won't eat, he doesn't sleep, all he does is cry and mutter to himself. I had a shift on solitary before Eaker yesterday and he was a mess." She explained, using her hands to express her words better.
"Did you say a week?" Angelica asked worriedly, placing her cup down. Dolley nodded 'yes' and Angelica swallowed hard. "I counselled Lafayette before he went in, I only advised one day of solitary since he was going through so much grief over that incident with Mr Mulligan, he needed to be around other people." She spoke with hints of fear in her voice. "What kinds of things has he been saying?"

"Uh, it's all things like blaming himself for Mulligan getting stabbed, he's always mumbling about 'this is all my fault' and 'I can't do this anymore'." She stated with her eyebrows furrowed worriedly, her fists clenched in her lap. Angelica gasped and hummed worriedly, pressing her lips into a thin line. The girls glanced at each other worriedly before Angelica finally spoke up.
"Peggy you need to get Lafayette released," She muttered quickly, her eyes darting to meet Peggy's.
"Why? Jefferson won't listen to me," Peggy sighed in response, a shiver shooting up her spine at the mention of his name, like poison on her lips.
"Peggy, he's showing suicidal behaviour, you need to get him released." Angelica exclaimed, Eliza covering her mouth with her hand and Dolley gasping softly.

Peggy jigged her leg in a nervous tick as she dug her nails into her palms, her whole body tensing when she remembered Jefferson's hands wrapping around her waist again, his hot breath against her neck making her skin crawl.
Be the leader Washington wanted, Jefferson fails to be and that this prison needs.
She needed to stay strong for the prisoners. She was done being Jefferson's toy. What had happened to the kick-ass cop who marched into King's Correctional Facility ready to whoop Jefferson's ass in line?
"Alright, I'm getting Lafayette out of there,"

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Peggy marched into Jefferson's office and slammed Angelica's psych report on Lafayette on his desk aggressively. Leaning over the desk and glaring at him.
"One day. Lafayette was meant to be in solitary for one day and you've got him there for a week? The man is on the verge of suicide and you're keeping him locked up? What kind of sick fuck are you?" Peggy roared, her voice wavering as Jefferson squinted at her menacingly. He slowly stood up from his seat, towering over her as he leaned forward on the desk. She squeaked when his hands slammed against the desk but quickly fixed her posture, rocking up onto the balls of her feet to stand a little taller.
"Everything I do is for the benefit of the prisoner's wellbeing." He spoke sternly, leaning forward further as he spoke.
"Ah yes you are benefiting his wellbeing by locking him in a confined space with 8 30 minute intervals for 168 hours?" She hissed, crossing her arms. Jefferson didn't respond, he simply continued to glare at her. "I'm going to let him out, you can go have a hissy fit in the corner like the childish asshole you are," She spat, spinning around on her heel, but Jefferson reached across the desk and grabbed her arm, pulling her forward aggressively and slamming her into the desk.