Disclaimer: For the record I do not own, or have any rights to anything involved with Prison Break or any of it's actors, actresses, characters or story lines.

Author's Note: I am not a lawyer, nor do I have knowledge of the legal system aside from what I saw on the last re-run of Judging Amy. Therefore any scenario in this story that is not legally plausible is purely for entertainment and I apologize now. That said…. Here's the story

Sara sighed as she let herself slide into the warm, bubbly tub. This had been the week from hell. She was desperately trying to both forget about it and figure it out. It just didn't make sense. First there was the break. Three prisoners had broken out. That alone was bad enough. No one had ever broken out of Fox River. The first two escapes made sense. Or at least why they would want to break out did. It was the how that didn't. Lincoln Burrows was set to be executed in two days. That made sense. He knew he would die if he didn't escape. John Abruzzi would never have seen the outside of the wall either. That made sense. Fernando Sucre did not. He had been the model prisoner, if there were such a thing. He had never caused trouble, never set a toe out of line. He had been set for parole in fifteen months. So why risk the escape. It didn't make sense.

Then there was Michael. Why was he still there? And why did he claim to know nothing? Burrows was his brother and Sucre was his cellmate. He had to have known something. It made no sense. It also made no sense why she cared. He was a prisoner. So what if he seemed like the last person on earth who was commit a crime. He had. Even good people were guilty. And he was guilty. He had robed a bank at gun point and pleaded no content. It was like admitting he was guilty. But somewhere in the back of her brain it seemed wrong, like he was innocent. Her conscience told her that it was because of his brother. But that was crazy. Who would do that? But she had seen that look on his face when they told him about the escape. It was like he had given up. Something in his eyes changed.

She had passed the warden and Officer Bellick on her way to SHU to give him his insulin. He had been there since the riots. When they found him out of A-wing with her they put him in SHU he was supposed to be out May 10th, in time to say good-bye to his brother. The warden had promised him that. So when the escape happened late in the night on the 8th everyone was shocked. It wasn't until the next morning that they questioned Michael. She arrived just after they told him.

Closing her eyes she remembered the meeting.

"Good Morning Michael." She said as the guard let her in. When he didn't say anything she looked up and saw him. He was sitting on the bed staring straight ahead. "Michael, what wrong? Are you ok?" she asked as she grabbed his wrist to check his pulse.

"He's gone." He said in a voice void of all emotion.

"Who? What happened?" she asked as she knelt in front of him trying to make eye contact.

"Lincoln." He said finally looking down. "They said he escaped last night. With Abruzzi and Sucre"

"You didn't know?" Sara asked him

"How could I? I was here." He said in defeat.

"But he was your brother. And Sucre was your cellmate you had to know something was up."

"You'd think" was all he said. It was then that his eyes changed. It was like they were filled with hope, joy and sorrow all at the same time.

"Now you have no reason to be here." She said speaking what was on his mind.

"I committed a crime." He answered avoiding her eye contact.

"Michael, something tells me you never would have robbed a bank if he hadn't been here." She was trying to get him to open up to her.

"I'm here now. That's all there is to it." He said as he put his finger out for the test.

It made no sense. Why wouldn't they have taken Michael with them? Sara sighed as she tried to clear her mind.