I stirred a little upon waking up. For a minute, I forgot where I was and why I was here. Once I cleared my mind, I was calm and snuggled into Kuza's chest. His arm came around my back and his hand held my shoulder.

"Morning, Baby." He murmured.

"Good morning." I responded, pecking his lips.

He groaned, "I don't want to get up."

"Who says you have to?"

"The doctor." He responded, "I have to go check in with a nurse every morning and have my dressings changed until my shoulder is healed."

I sighed because I didn't want to get out of bed either. "How about I make us some breakfast while you go down to the medical wing?" I offered.

"You're an angel." He lightly ran his fingers up my cheek and into my hair.

With a smile, I kissed him. His room was very calmly and his bed was so comfy. I didn't want to get up but I had to. I've got to get my day started. Going back into my room to get clothes means possibly running into Ricky. He'd be civil around everyone else but alone? I don't want to think what he would do or say.

So, I borrowed a shirt from Mike. It was one of his flannel button ups that he rarely wears. It's pretty sexy when he does. Then again, anything he wears would be so sexy on him. Being in just that, a bra and underwear, it sent a pretty clear message of what happened last night. I wanted everyone to know. Ricky thinks he owns me and he needs a fucking reality check.

We managed to be the first ones up, despite having stayed up the latest. Everyone should be flooding in the kitchen pretty soon. I just barely finished grabbing a pan and the eggs from the fridge before Chris walked in. He stretched and yawned. Then he looked me up and down.

"Is that Mike's shirt?" He asked.

I shied away a bit from admitting I had cheated on my husband once again. It was different this time. I actually shared my raw emotions with someone else. That kind of cheating is way worse than just fucking around.

"Yeah." I muttered while I sparked the burner on.

He smiled, walking around to the fridge, "Good for you."

It made me grin a little. Someone else sees what I do. It was comforting.

"Ange still sleeping?"

"Yeah but he'll be up soon. Normally he can't stay sleeping more than twenty minutes after I get up. It's like he just knows I'm gone." Chris replied.

"Aww, aren't you two such soul mates?" I teased him. "I'm making scrambled eggs. You want some?"

He shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes, "Sure. Will you make Ange a plate too?"

"Yeah, if you make the hash browns." I said.

"Deal." He replied and knelt down to get a pan out of the bottom cupboard. "So, how was last night?"

"Eye opening. Mike told me the reason he always got in fights in Graham was because he was defending me. I had no idea he was doing that... for me. And I just threw it back in his face. He was there for me well before Ricky was." I admitted, "I think last night... I fell in love with Mike."

"You always loved Mike, even when you hated him. Maybe you just fell out of love with Ricky." He responded. Fuck, that might as well of been gospel.

"I can't let myself fall out of love with him. If I divorce him and leave him for Mike, he would throw us all back in prison." I spoke as I turned towards the cupboard to grab some plates.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. We are the reason that prick got to make history. We're the reason he's got the high position of command. Without us, he'll end up pushing papers behind a desk." Chris said.

Well, he was right again. I didn't think about that. Ricky has said it plenty of times. If we fail, he fails. He'd never let something like divorce get in the way. I'm just not sure if I'm ready to completely cut our ties. I do love him still. Maybe not as much as I used to, but I certainly don't hate him completely. Every relationships have bumps. I'm trying to take it one day at a time.

"I smell food." Vinny said as he walked in the room.

"It's a kitchen." Ryan-Ashley responded from behind him, "What did you expect to smell?"

"I-" He sighed when he realized she was right. "I'm just going to go sit down and wait for my pancakes."

She laughed at his idiocy. Ryan-Ashley grabbed some strawberries, blue berries, and yogurt from the fridge. Ugh, why's she got to be so healthy and make me look bad? I'm kidding. I love her. As she was cutting up her strawberries, I came up behind her and stole a slice. She shot me a look out of the corner of her eye and I just giggled. No one can really stay mad at me. I have psychotic charm.

Angelo wandered into the kitchen. Chris was just finishing up the hash browns. He turned off the stove and quickly went to kiss his husband. They could never survive without each other. Their love was stronger than any I'd ever seen. I'd hate to see what's going to happen in sixty years when age finally takes one of them. As I was admiring them, an arm snaked around my waist.

"Something smells good." Kuza mused into my ear, "The food does too."

I giggled, getting a kiss on my jaw from him. It made him laugh when I laughed. Kuza grabbed his plate from the counter. I got myself a banana from the pantry to try to have some fruit with my breakfast. I won't eat hash browns. They're too greasy for me but the guys just devour them. As I sat down, I pushed my share onto Vinny's plate. I've never seen someone grab a fork so fast and start eating.

Balz finally made it in the room. I knew he couldn't have been far behind Ryan-Ashley. He started to make those pancakes Vinny was waiting on. Everyone else found their way down pretty quickly. Ryan had already been up working since like 4AM, so he smelled like blood. Not that I minded.

"Do you ever wear clothes before noon?" He asked me as he sat down at the table with a bowl of boring cereal. Typical ass Ryan.

I glanced up at him as I was unpeeling my fruit. "Nope." With a smirk, I wrapped my lips around the tip of the banana. It didn't even phase him but I caught Chris and Kuza's attention. Everyone's attention really, but they were the only two staring for the right reason.

"Hey, if I could get away with not wearing pants all day, I would." Vinny said through a mouth full of pancakes.

"Last night Ricky coughed up everyone's case files to me so I could start working on a plan to deal with this whole... situation." He elaborated as he twirled around his spoon in the air, "You know they have sanity rankings on us? Like on a scale. And they gave Vinny a better ranking than me."

"To be fair, he wasn't really evil when he was thrown in prison. We made him evil." Chris replied, "So, be honest, Ryan. On a scale of The Joker to Elizabeth Bathory, where'd they put you?"

"It's a one to ten scale; Ten being fucking insane and ready for a padded room. They gave me a five. Vinny only has a two." Ryan answered, "The higher your number goes on that scale, the lower it goes on the trust scale. I'll worry more about it when I get back from my trip. Devin, did you still want to go?"

"If I can, yes." I replied.

"Ricky said it was fine. Our flight leaves at ten tonight. Meet me at hanger B around that time." He informed me, standing up to go put his empty bowl in the sink.

I sighed dramatically, "I guess I should go pack." I grabbed Kuza's leg under the table and gave him a squeeze, "I come give you a goodbye present before I leave."

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Ricky was somewhere else. Where? I don't care. He wasn't in our room and that's all that mattered. Ryan and I would only be gone for about four days, two of which will be travel. It'll be chilly in Scranton this time of year, considering it's September. I packed a small bag accordingly, along with a few naughtier items. Maybe I'll go out and play in the underground. Ricky doesn't have to know. As I packed, I danced along to an old school radio station.

Something about getting to go back to Scranton, along with my new found love, made me really happy. I didn't ask Ryan what my rating was on those papers because I already knew the number would be high. I'm fucking crazy. And the crazy, we sing out loud. I hadn't changed into more clothes because I was honestly hoping Ricky would walk in on me in just my underwear. It would drive him insane.

"You don't own me. I'm not just one of your many toys. You don't own me. Don't say I can't go with other boys." I danced across our room, feeling freer than I had when I was let out of prison, "And don't tell me what to do. Don't tell me what to say. And please, when I go out with you. Don't put me on display 'cause."

Just my luck, Ricky came to the room. He leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed. It had to make him crazy to see my curves wrapped up in another man's shirt. I leaned against the dresser, one knee bent up with my hands extended behind me. Ricky dug his nails into his palms. He can be as angry as he wants. He'd still give me his cock in a heartbeat. I don't want it right now.

"I can't believe I married a psychotic whore." He scoffed.

"You love it." I hissed, "But you hate that I'm not your private whore."

"The thing about marriage is that you're supposed to only fuck the person you're married to."

"The thing about marriage is you're supposed to trust the person you're married to." I responded, "You broke the sanctity of our marriage. I'm just taking advantage of it now."

"You're such an opportunist. Always have and always will be." He seethed.

I rolled my head around slowly, burning my eyes into him. "I'm a survivalist and if it means I have to suck a fed's cock to survive, then I will. We've moved on from that stage though." I pushed myself away from the dresser and strutted towards him, "You need us. We made you. Act as arrogant as you want. You know if I offered to suck your cock, you'd have it down my throat instantly."

Ricky grabbed my wrist and shoved me down to the ground. I fell to my ass but all I could do was laugh. "I'm the arrogant one?!" He yelled at me, "Take a fucking look in the mirror."

"In five minutes you've managed to call my a psycho whore, an opportunist, and arrogant, but you forgot realist. I know without us, you're nothing."

He narrowed his eyes at me and kicked me. I rolled to the side a bit, just laughing hysterically. I'm to that point of crazy where all I can do is laugh at pain. I could tell by his clenched fists that he wanted to hurt me more but he didn't get the chance.

"Touch him and I will put your face through that fucking mirror." Kuza threatened him.

Ricky turned around to face him, "You want him? Take him! He's nothing but a crazy, manipulative whore!" He looked back over his shoulder at me, "I might not be able to shut down the task force but I certainly can make life a lot harder for you."

I sat up, resting my hands on the ground between my legs, "Here's a news flash: My life has always been hard. It's nothing I'll cry over."

He snarled and stormed out of the room. He's such a fucking pussy. Let him go have his fit. The worst he could do is take away my toys and make me go on shitty missions. His boss is going to notice if he all the sudden starts treating us like shit.

Kuza offered me a hand, helping me stand up. "I came to bring you your dress back. Has he always treated you that way?"

"Not really. Usually he treats me like a queen, but when we get in fights, he treats me like the salt of the earth." I responded, taking my dress from him, "Thank you. You know, maybe when I get back, we could go on a date. I mean, we can't really leave the base, but we could find something to do."

"I'd love to. I'll see what I can come up with. When do you get back?" He asked.

"Saturday evening."

"Perfect. Do you need any help packing?"

I glanced back at my suitcase on the bed, "No, actually. I'm just finishing up. I just got a little interrupted. Why don't you go back to your room and I'll be there in a few minutes to give you something to dream about while I'm gone."

Kuza kissed me before eagerly heading to his room to wait. I slipped his flannel shirt off and put it in my suitcase, just in case I get to missing him while I'm away. Then I zipped that up and set it in the corner of the room. I had this tight red dress that I've been needing an excuse to wear and I think I just found myself one.

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Comment question: What do you think everyone else's sanity ranking was? (Ten being the worst)

Also, the use of the song was a bit of a tribute to AHS: Asylum. I know it's also in Suicide Squad but the AHS scene was what inspired this one!