LJ Burrows sat in the hallway of the hospital, hands covering his face. Veronica was in the other room with Nick, urging him to hold on and promising everything would be fine. LJ knew better. It seamed that in the short time since he met his father after getting busted for position his life made a complete 360. The person he was so angry with before was now the one he was praying for everyday.
His mother was now gone and besides his dad Michael was the only other living member of his family left. Both Michael and his dad were locked up which left LJ to fend for himself or try to lean on Veronica. LJ wasn't sure how long she could keep this up, the feds were on their ass. Nick was shoot , for now there were stuck in the hospital. LJ hoped that no one would noticed he was a fugitive and Veronica and Nick were presumably dead. Wherever dad and Michael were he hoped they were doing better then he was right now.
Miles away Michael Scofield sat in his cell pondering how his plan was moving along. Most of it was almost completed there was still one puzzle that needed to be placed in the right spot and then the house would fall, and they be out. The movement of his cellie Sucre brought him out of his thoughts.
"Come on Fish, tell me already you killing a brother here!" Fernando exclaimed leaning on one of the walls.
"What do you wanna know?" Michael said causally. He knew that by asking him that question he might just as well be opening up a Pandora's box.
"What do you think, Papi, I wanna know about Mrs. Fish. How come you never said anything. I bitch and moan about Maricruse all the time and here I find out you have a wife after how long? What's the deal man?" Sucre said shaking his head.
"She's not my wife in the tradition sense of the world. We got married for papers." Michael said hoping the conversation would stop at that.
"And wait this is supposed to explain it to me. Na I don't buy it Fish there's got to be more to it then that. I see all them wheels revolving in ya' head. She's part of the plan ain't she?"
It was becoming harder and harder to keep his information to himself. The less Sucre knew the better but lately he was badgering him all the time wanting to know this, wanting to do that. He was about to tell his cellie in the most non evasive way to drop it when a guard appeared by their cell.
"Scofield you've got a visitor," the guard said.
Sucre's head snapped up at once. "Is it the Mrs. Again?" he said with a smirk on the face.
The guard cocked his head to the side, "No it's your sister." He said unlocking the cell.
A small smile crossed Michaels lips as he proceeded to walk out of the cell.
Fernando Sucre's head spun so fast he thought it was going to snap of "Say what? You got a sister now?" Sucre said glaring at Michael.
" You never asked," Michael said as he left the cell and followed the guard down the long hallway.
Sucre was left to wonder what else Michael had hidden up his sleeve. Firs the Mrs. and now a sister. He was starting to think it wasn't such a bad thing to take up C-note on his offer. God knows he knew more about him then he knew about his cell mate.