"Well, well, well, how the mighty have fallen." You smirked through the glass of the high tech prison cell that had been your home at The Raft for the last two years. Griffin just glared at you from the other side. "I need your help." He finally spoke after an extended silence. (©TRS0924CAI)

"Of course you do." You chuckled, standing up from your cot and leaning against the wall of your cell. Griffin was the last person you ever expected to see after everything had gone down and you ended up at the bottom of the North Sea.

Griffin rolled his eyes, "Trust me, I wouldn't be here if I had another option."

"Oh, I've missed you, too, Cross." You smirked at him, nudging the chair in your cell with the toe of your slipper. He watched you silently as the guard opened the cell door and let him inside with you. "It's rather presumptive of you to show up here thinking I would help you after everything that happened." You folded your arms, not moving from your position against the wall.

"If you help me, I'll get your sentence commuted." Griffin grumbled, clearly not liking the idea but knowing he had nothing else to bargain. You stood there watching him for a moment. "We do this my way." you finally said. "Those days are over." Griffin responded calmly. You smirked at him and kicked the chair beside you across the cell to him. "Have a seat." you instructed. He just looked at you silently. "That wasn't a request." you continued.

"Don't make me come over there, Doll." Griffin warned, an edge to his voice. That caught you by surprise and made you laugh at the same time time. "Doll?" You chuckled, raising your eyebrows. "You haven't called me that in a long time." you smirked at him, waiting for him to sit in the chair.