If she says no I'll just ask her again.

I mean, maybe the time isn't exactly right; maybe she will think the time isn't right. Maybe I shouldn't even do it, but I know I'm going to drive myself crazy with this if I don't ask her.

I take a deep breath and let it out as she looks up with a small questioning smile, before burying her nose back in her book. She looks so beautiful, I can't help thinking, as she tucks a few strands of stubborn hair behind her ear, just to have it glide messily back down to the softness of her cheek.

I feel a sigh building as her beauty invades me, she is indeed beautiful in every way; mind, body, and soul.

I know that this is what I want more than anything; she is what I want more than anything. She is the woman I waited so long to finally meet. My luck being bad, we had to meet at a federal prison, but at least all of that is finally behind us. And now that everything has settled down we can, and should get on with our lives, right? Right.

She glances up at me from her book as I settle down in the chair across from her. And maybe I look nervous, God knows I feel nervous, but how is she so adept at noticing my every emotion?

"Something on your mind, Michael?" She asks, and of course she knows the answer to this, and the teasing lilt in her voice does not escape my notice.

"Ah, you could say that, I guess," I manage to stop the nervous habit of my hand going up to smooth over my closely cropped hair.

She grins, and I know she is reading me with as much ease as she had the Medical Journal now lying open on her lap.

"Ah, I had a question, but it can wait," I say moving to get up, but before I can she is on me.

I feel her hair against my cheek as she leans towards me from her place on my lap.

"Tell me...ask me...Come on Michael!"

I laugh when she reaches for my most tickles spot her intentions becoming crystal clear, she intends to tickle this marriage proposal from my laughing lips.

I grab at her hands and hold them in my own when I finally manage to capture them.

She is giggling and trying to pull away when she notices my serious expression.

"What is it, Michael?"

I smile and let go of her hands. I see those stubborn auburn strands moving to cover one of her beautiful copper eyes and reach out to tuck them behind her ear.

She grins, and sifts slightly on my lap, and then a puzzled expression clouds her features. It seems maybe something I have done is not completely obvious to her.

She reaches and I feel rather than know what her hand is seeking out. I grab her hand and bring it up to my lips, kissing each finger. She is looking at me quizzically now, but I know she knows what I am hiding in my pants pocket.

I let her fingers go and slide my hand between our two bodies and pull the ring box out.

She smiles softly and I know these will be the easiest, but most important words I have ever spoken. And as I flip open the box to her shining smile I also know the beautiful gem inside is no match for the beauty that is her eyes.

"Sara Tancredi?" I hear my words sail smoothly from my lips and I smile.

"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

I watch as her eyes fill with tears I have never seen from her. Tears of happiness, and I vow to myself that if she marries me these will be the only kind of tears she will ever again shed.

"Yes, I will marry you, Michael Scofield," she says softly and pulls me close.

I drop the ring as her lips fall on mine, but I know there will be time later for me to retrieve it and slide it onto her finger.

I know that right now all that matters is this; sealing our promise with a kiss.