I recently rewatched Prison Break an thought the fandom could use another fanfic. I wrote this just for fun, so there will be spelling/ grammar mistakes. I do try to correct as much as I can.

It was supposed to be a one-shot, so don't expect too many chapters.

Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Prison Break. (This will be the sole disclaimer, because, honestly, who thinks I own this TV show?)

It all seemed like a cruel joke to Eva. Strapped to a chair, surrounded by four of the most wanted men in America, the woman was starting to question the reality of the situation. She knew for a fact that it was not a sick prank. The men were earlier on TV called the Fox River Eight. Surely her friends were not behind this.

But she could be dreaming. These convicts didn't really strike her as the dangerous types that escape and take hostages. They were also extremely diverse. Call her ignorant and judgmental, but in her eyes criminals were a bit more… wild. From her spot on the wooded chair she continued to analyses the men that were silently talking in the opposite side of her hotel room, by the window. The Hispanic man seemed like a nice person. Eva heard him talking about the love of his life and how she was having his baby. The black convict looked tough but also kind of disciplined not to mention he was also planning to go to his wife and daughter. Another of the escapees could easily be a concept of her imagination, with that intense gaze accompanied by piercing blue eyes and those lips of his. He supported her theory that she was dreaming in her bed right now. Who knows, maybe she never even left home. Time worked different in dreams, or so she heard.

Well, the fourth and final man actually looked like a felon. He was massive. Eva couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed when he landed a punch on the small table by the window. She decided those arms of his could easily break every single bone in her frail body if she ever dared try to escape or call the authorities. Not that she was planning to, knowing her luck, even thinking about it brought her trouble.

She sighed in defeat, her eyes falling to the plain hotel carpet and reflected upon how exactly she got in this mess. She had just entered her room the previous day, planning to pack her belongings and go to bed early as she had to catch a plane the next day. She walked in like stupid sheep in the lion's den, suspecting noting until a knife was pressed to her throat, muscular arms encasing her frame. Her heart stopped in that moment. She was sure she was going to freaking die, or worse. She remembered the sheer panic that struck her body and mind and tears filled her eyes again but she shook it off.

"Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to you, miss." She lifted her eye to the men that were now staring at her. Was it pity in their eyes?

"How many hear those words before they get killed, I wonder?" Stupid. She was being stupid. She was not sure if it was the panic, or the relief that they didn't really seem like cold blooded criminals, that was talking. Eva found that talking actually made her feel a little better, like it was anchoring her, not letting her completely despair.

"What do we now Michael? We already got too many people involved in this shit."

"The police seem to have lost our track. We should head out tonight."

"I can't wait that long, papi. I need to get to Maricruz." None wanted to spend another moment in the crowded room. Blue eyes, Michael if she placed the name correctly, gave them a few instructions and soon two of the men felt, each heading to his family. Eva wondered if that was safe. She was not a cop and still, that would be the first place she would look for them. She scanned the remaining convicts and measured her chances of escaping. The rope that tied her wrists just a bit too loose was almost off, she didn't even realize when she had done that. The door had only one bolt, she could easily open it and make a run for it. Eva turned to see what the men were doing and surely enough, they were looking at her. The one called Michel shortly turned and started rummaging through his backpack. The other kept watching her, arms crossed. Eva's eyes trailed his body until they reached his eyes. Were they blue? Green? She felt her head spinning and let her head down, hoping she was not being suspicious in any way.

"I'm going to get back the car."

"Forget the car. We'll get another."

"You don't understand, Linc. I don't need a car, I need that car. It has everything we need to disappear in it. It was probably taken to Brewster Towing yard. I'll be back." He went to leave the room, but before he got out he took Eva's phone with him.

"Be careful, Mike."

And so she was left with only one escapee. As things were progressing, soon all of them will leave and she will book the first plane back home and never come to America again. Brought back to reality by the TV she watched the Linc guy flip though the channels until he found the news. Of course the Fox River Eight were the main topic, their faces plastered once again of the screen. She took her time looking at the other escaped convicts and was thankful that she only got to meet four of them. Except for the kid that looked completely out of place, the other three men looked dangerous.

Lincoln Burrows. He was sentenced to death for the murder of vice president Caroline Reynold's brother. Her eyes fell again to the carpet, a new flux of terror striking her. She wanted to turn and see what the man was doing but didn't dare move. The news anchors kept talking about the other escapees and Eva wanted to listen but the words never quite reached her. It was ridiculous how naïve she could be, thinking these criminals were actually nice people, thinking she would get out of this alive. How incredibly stupid of her to hope.

"Hey, calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you." She dared to lift her eyes to him but her eyes were teary and couldn't focus. Her first instinct was to lift her arm and wipe her eyes but the ropes restrained her. She felt utterly defeated but nodded to the man, not entirely sure what else to do.

The TV was the only noise in the room for a while, until Burrows got up and behind her chair. Her free arms went to her eyes but she didn't move from the spot.

"Sucre did a very poor job tying you up. You could've easily slipped out of these." He threw the slim rope on the floor besides the chair and went to look out the window. Eva didn't know what to do now. Did he untie her just to calm her down? Was it a subtle way of saying she was free to go? Was he suggesting that she should get out before the other man comes back? She decided not to risk it.

"I'm sorry for getting you involved in our mess."

"I think I brought it upon myself." He stared at her oddly and Eva realized he probably thought her insane. "Uh, you see, from the choices I made in the past months. I could have been home in this moment, probably sleeping as it's the middle of the night there now. Could have, if I hadn't decided I needed a vacation. Or I could have chosen to visit Asia instead. I was really close to booking a plane to Japan. Or I could have left yesterday morning, but I decided to stay one more day if the room was available, and it was."

"These are just coincidences."

"Yes, I know, but… "

"But?" Eva looked at Burrows and sighed. Her story was really silly now that she played it in her head.

"I didn't hate my job nor my fiancé. I had a good life and I decided to screw it." Her voice broke a little but she recovered after a few seconds. "I'm so selfish. People are struggling to get a good job and I just go and quit mine. Women dream of nice guys like Tom and I go and just ruin things. Who does that? This is Karma getting back at me." She rambled when she was stressed and that particular moment qualified as the most stressful of her entire life.

"Why did you do it?"

"I don't really know. I felt… trapped and it changed me. I was always unhappy about one thing or another, things that I normally didn't even notice. But… these are all excuses. I should have been happy. I should... "

"You can't force the way you feel. You did what you had to. And don't worry, you'll get to see Japan, too." He left the place by the window and took the bottle of water. Eva shook her head when he stretched his arm towards her, silently asking if she wanted any, and the man drank almost half of it. If she was 100% sincere, she was suddenly thirsty after seeing him drink.

"So… what's your story?" She asked when silence hit again, the TV turned off long ago, after the news ended.

"Long one."

"Well, looks like we're not rushing anywhere." A small part of her brain told her to shut her trap and wait patiently for it to be over. But no, she had to be her curious self and get into things that weren't her business. "I already picked up that you and, um, Scofield are brothers despite the different last names. And I guess you broke out because of your death sentence, right?" Why was she still talking? But the massive man didn't seem to want to punch her .Yet. He sat on the bed, eyes on her as he spoke.

"He actually got himself in there to break me out, but yes, it was because of the death sentence."

"He must really love you. You have any other siblings?"

"No, but I do have a son, L J."

"Oh." He lifted one eyebrow at her loss of words. "I just, I didn't picture you as a father."

"I wasn't really one…"

"I'm sorry." Great. She was making him feel bad. She tried to think of other things to say but everything that came to mind sounded somehow offensive. And now she actually remembered seeing a news about a young boy that was being released, the name Burrows plastered underneath his picture. Minutes passes and the silence was killing Eva. She was about to ask about the mother of this son of his when he beat her to it.

"Aren't you going to ask why I did it?"

"Did what?"

"Kill Steadman?"

"Um, well, I was trying to stay away from the whole murder subject…"

"It was a set-up." Eva looked at him sceptically, her eyes narrowing slightly. What reason could he have to lie to her? She was nobody. She couldn't help in any way even if she was on their side. It could be just to make sure she was not going to alert the police after they leave, in which case she should play along, give them no reason to kill her. But then again, it made sense that his brother would risk so much as to get himself to prison if his brother was being killed for a crime he didn't commit.

"So you're innocent." She stated plainly, possibilities still playing n her mind. Eva was aware that sometimes she over thanked things. No matter how many ideas her brain concocted, there was no possibly way to know what exactly was going on in Burrow's mind.

"I'm not a particularly good person, but I didn't murder the guy." She wanted so badly to believe that this stranger was not a murderer, but she just didn't know him well enough. How often do people get wrongly accused of killing someone? "You don't have to believe me. I just…" He massaged the back of his head with one of his large hands.

"I want to believe you, I do. A part of me already does... but I shouldn't... I really don't know you."

"No, you're right. You shouldn't trust people so easily. Especially the ones that have you tied to a chair." He had an apologetic look on his face and Eva couldn't help but wonder how old was he. She was awful at guessing ages, but he couldn't have been more than a few years older.

"No harm done, really." She saw his eyes travel down from her face and she followed his gaze to her wrists. "Ah, it's nothing, I bruise from the smallest bumps." She took her left wrist, the worst looking one, in her other hand and rubbed gently.

They sat in silence until his brother finally came back. He didn't look too happy as he locked the door behind and approached his brother. He spared a glance her way, noting her unbound hands but said nothing. The two men whispered for a while and Eva became quite curious to hear what they were saying. She was intrigued somewhat of the prospect of just disappearing, especially when you are wanted by the authorities. What was their plan? There were cameras like, everywhere. They couldn't take the plane and probably shouldn't go in too crowded places. Someone was bound to recognize them at some point. The younger brother approached her, braking her train of thoughts.

"We leave in an hour. You will be free to go, but I have to ask you not to call the police right away."

"But you do want me to call the police?"

"It's best that you do. Tell them you were held hostage, report your stolen phone. If they find out that we were here and decide you helped us, you will face charges - aiding and abetting. I don't want to trouble you any more than we already have."

"Wait, I'm not getting the phone back?" He took the phone out of his pocket and stared at it, debating. "You know what, if it helps, keep it. I needed a new one anyway. But, um, wouldn't me reporting to the police create more trouble for you?"

"What is one kidnapping added to the list?" He flashed a smile and Eva thought that he surely left a trail of broken hearts behind.

"Uh, look, I'm leaving the country as soon as I buy a plane ticket… You don't have to worry about me." She glanced at his older brother who was silently watching them from the other side of the room. Michael patted him on the shoulder and they packed the few things they owned. Eva decided to also pack her things, stuffing everything in her sole wheeled suitcase. She had trouble with the zippers. Stupid thing never worked.

"So, you going home?" Lincoln came in front of her and closed the damn suitcase.

"Yes. I'm probably going to beg for my job back… I would ask you where you're headed, but… it's best if I don't know, right?" She chucked and saw a slight smile crack on the man's face. Was this how the Stockholm Syndrome worked? Getting all friendly and chatty with you kidnappers? Though she guessed she was not really a hostage anymore and her kidnappers were hot. She mentally slapped herself.

"Yeah, probably." Michael called his brother and they both headed for the door. It was time to part ways.

"Well, I hope you guys will be all right. Uh, good luck."

"You too, Eva. And thank you." With that the two brothers left the room. Alone at last, she thought of how lucky she was. I mean, if she ever gets held hostage again she could only hope she would be treated as good. But nevertheless she wanted to go home. Fast. So she grabbed her purse and headed for the rental car she had. A quick trip to the airport to get her ticket and then maybe stop to grab something to eat was the first steps.

As she got out of the hotel she noticed a gray Accord pass by. She resisted the instinct to wave her hand at them, but she followed the car with her eyes. The next thing she knew she was pushed to the side, a powerful blast deafening her.

So if you reached the ending I have a few questions.

What did you think about this first chapter? Should I just give it up? Are the brothers too OOC? Do you like Eva so far? She gets a little less stupid as the chapters add :))

I'm still not sure what last name to give Eva. I want to pick her home country from Europe, but still haven't decided which one. Suggestions?