Sara didn't know how long she was sitting there, but it seemed like it'd been forever. She could hear the talking in the other room and knew it was coming from Michael and Lincoln. They'd been here for almost 2 hours. In those 2 hours Sara finally got to take a shower, meet Lincoln's son, and figure out that her father had left her the key to the exoneration of Lincoln Burrows.

They had met each other not more than 12 hours ago. Michael was just glad to see that was ok and the hug he gave her when they saw one another proved that. She saw Lincoln was smirking upon the reunion and averting his eyes. Sara apologized for leaving Michael in Gila and said she would explain everything that had happened when he asked what she meant on the message by saying "I need you to know that I'm not."

Although she knew Michael had figured something out when he saw freeze upon seeing Kellerman. Michael got her in the front seat with Lincoln and sat in the back with their guest. He didn't know what had made her freeze up like that but didn't bring it up and the fact that Kellerman was avoiding her eye and not speaking the whole time unless he really needed to got him even more curious.

Jane seemed pretty nice and helped Sara get cleaned up and provided her with clean clothing. LJ was just glad to be in his father's arms again and seeing his uncle alive and well. All this made her think of was that she wished she was in her father's arms.

A tear rolled down her cheek and she lifted her hand to wipe it away. She couldn't believe her father had figured it out. Whatever it was he had figured it out. He had trusted her in the end and tried to set it right. Better late than never, she thought. Glad that at least now Lincoln could be exonerated, and it would be thanks to her father.

She heard a knock on the door and looked up to find Michael peeking into the room through the small hole he just opened up. She looked up and gave him a small smile, playing with the hands in her lap. Michael smiled back and walked inside, closing the door behind him.

He studied her face. She seemed more relaxed since he last saw her. He guessed the food and a shower was exactly what she needed, what they all needed. She was wearing a pair of jeans a long sleeve black t-shirt Jane had left in her room. She had picked it from the pile of clothes that was on the dresser of her room since it seemed the most her. She didn't know how Jane knew her size and what she would need but she was grateful. Her hair was still damp from her shower, making her shirt a little wet too.

"What's the plan now?" Sara asked looking up into his blue eyes. Eyes that always seemed to captivate her, but she wouldn't let them, not this time.

"Um me and Lincoln will head up to Chicago day after tomorrow to get the tape." Michael said stepping further inside and sitting on a chair by the bed, and she turned her body to look at him.

"Isn't it dangerous. I mean if you're caught…."

"We won't be." Michael sad cutting her off.

"Because you have such a good track record so far. What if that FBI agent catches up with you again." She said, truly scared for his and Lincoln's life. She remembered his words "He doesn't want to catch me he wasn't to kill me."

"He won't." Michael said looking away from her.

"How can you be so sure, I mean if he figured out where we were going to meet then…."

"He's dead.." Michael said, shocking her into silence.

She was shocked and also scared to know what had happened. She knew neither Lincoln not Michael were killers but she guessed they'd be willing to do anything for one another. Hell Michael got himself thrown in jail, if you're willing to do that, what are you not? "What happened?" She asked once she found her voice.

"Your friend took care of it." He knew this would set her off and deliberately used it. He wanted to know what happened and this way was as good as any.

"He's not a friend Michael." Sara said, keeping her calm. She was sp grateful he wasn't anywhere near them and didn't know where they were. He was in a motel a few towns away, and they had waited a good amount of time to make sure he wouldn't follow them.

"So who is he?"

"He's what happened in Gila." Sara replied, twisting the ring on her finger, that was the only appropriate response she could come up with. She knew she would be able to talk about it now, she had already cried all out about that in the shower.

"What did happen in Gila?" Michael asked, ducking his head to catch her eye.

"I…." She paused shaking her head. "I was going to leave you. But when I was sitting in the car, I realized that I couldn't." She paused looking over at Michael for any sort of response but she got none. It was ironic, out of all the things he owed her an explanation for she was the one giving one. "I couldn't even start that car and I was going to go back. I did, but when I walked out of the car...he was there. Waiting for me." She paused looking down at the gray carpet on the floor of the many of the guestrooms in this place. "He took me in his car and drove to some motel, I couldn't even tell where. I was blindfolded. He took me in there and um, well he tried to get information out of me."

"Then what?" He asked as he clenched his jaw. He could only imagine the things he had done to her but he wanted to hear it from her.

"He ran a bathtub full of water. Ducked me into it, hoping I would break down." She looked up at him. "Don't' worry I didn't."

"I wasn't worried." Michael said with a sigh, and looked into her eyes. "But there's more than that isn't there?"

Sara nodded slowly. "After he realized he wasn't going to get things out of me that easily he used an iron." Michael moved the chair closer to her and reached a hand out to touch her but then pulled it back, thinking against it. "Then eventually he just let me go, into the tub."

"How did you get away?" Michael asked his voice was now horse.

"He left the bathroom and I was able to reach the plug with my teeth and by the time he came back I was already out." She shook her head and a small smile appeared on her lips. "I actually hurt him pretty badly with an iron to his chest. Then grabbed my bag and jumped out the window."

"Sara…" Michael started to say.

"By then I had figured out what he wanted was the key I found with my dad." Sara said as she shrugged. "That's how I got the bruises."

He got up from the chair and walked over, sitting right next to her. "I am so sorry." He really hoped he wasn't moving too fast but he would let her judge that. He heard Sara sniffle and felt her lean forward, resting her head on his chest. He slowly placed a hand on her back. At first she stiffened under his touch but then she relaxed and fully leaned her body into his. He rubbed her back up and down slowly.

"I know you are." He heard her whisper as she pulled away from him gently, but not enough to make him pull away his arms. Her gaze fell from his eyes down to his lips for a mere second before she turned her attention back to his eyes. Forcing herself to get those thoughts out of her head.

"I wish that I could fix this." Michael whispered and moved a hand up to her face to brush a hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Now that her hair was shorter, it escaped more and more. "I wish that I could fix all of it."

Sara chuckled and leaned her head on his shoulder. Her forehead resting on it and Michael's hand continued his constant motion. He felt her whole body shake against him and then a sob escaped her lips and she moved a hand up to her mouth to clasp it shut. Michael shock his head in regret. He knew this was all because of him. All of this. All the suffering he was causing her, all the deaths left at his wake, it was all on him. He moved another arm around her pulling her into him, letting her cry into his chest. Giving her whatever it was that she needed at that moment.