AN:
As I am always crazy implosive I started the new Lily story, and I am happy to finally be writing a non first person story, plus I think it will work out better when you read it.
Plus the fact that I've been planning this story for a very long time. I hope the updates will not be months apart, and if you've been following Lily's story, I hope this one give you a good closure on her adventure in the Prison Break world.

Chapter one

The small club was dank, the smell of stale smoke lingered in the air with the fresh smoke. The placed was dimly lit, only the stage area was lit up to show a skinny woman dancing around a pole, her face blank of any human emotion.

For such a small place, it was filled up; each both had someone in it, or a group of men. There was business looking men; some even looked as if they were tourist. In LA it wasn't hard to get into a club like this.

Michael straightened his tie up, he wasn't here for the dancers for sure, but he did a lot of searching to find the man who spends a lot of his time in this club. He walked through the smoke; he was getting closer to his goal. As soon as he finds Gretchen Morgan he can finally avenge Sara's death.

David Lewinsky sat in his regular both, his attention to the woman on stage, his hand holding his glass feeling his eyes going over her small frame. This was what he liked to do on a Friday night, but he felt the long sofa of the booth move, his eyes going to a man joining. "I'm sorry, I don't share booths." His Texan accent thick, but the man didn't seem to move an inch. "Sit somewhere else to watch the show!"

"I would, but I am not here for the show, I am here because you have information that I need." Michael spoke softly, his tone was rich with confidence. "You're David Lewinsky?"

David shifted his gaze from the woman to the man next to him. "How do you know that?" His voice was worried; he shifted the glass in his hand before looking around the small club.

"Don't worry, I am not company, I am just looking for someone, and I know you have full awareness of where I can find her." He reached into his pocket taking out a picture, it was on Gretchen. He slid it across the table to be in front of David.

Bringing the glass to his lips he took the last of the liquid, he placed his glass back to the table before looking around. "Carly, can you get me another of my usual, and whatever my friend here wants…" His words a quick stammer of words.

Michael could see a woman with red hair turned around heading towards the table, he stared for a few seconds to her face, and he felt lost. "What can I get you sir?" She spoke with a thick Irish accent.

Michael kept still, "Water." His words blunt looking over the detail of Carly's face.

Carly looked nervous, "I'll be right back…" She walked quickly towards the bar, and felt her eyes going down to her chest, the small scar still fresh only a few months old. She exhaled looking to the barman. "Dav's regular and a water." She felt suddenly ill, "Can you have Daphne take it over, I am going on my fifteen minute smoke break."

"Okay Carly," The man started to mix up the drink for David, but he watched her rushing away from the bar.

David kept his attention on Michael now, "So what do you want with her?" David pushed the photo of Gretchen back to Michael. "Cos I am not going to risk my life for nothing…"

Michael reached into his pocket, he could see a brunette bringing over a tray with the drinks, he paused. "What happened to the other woman?"

Daphne glanced from David to the strange man, "She went on her break…" The girl was nervous, she didn't look old enough to have this job, but she placed the drinks down looking over David. "Bonnie said she's looking forward to seeing you tonight." Her voice was soft while slipping something with his drink.

Michael felt his eyes going to David, "I am willing to pay." He reached into his coat, and took out something that David wasn't expecting. "I am fully aware there are things you do here that you don't want getting back to your wife."

"And what makes you think she'd even believe you…" David's voice stiffened up, and he glanced down to what Michael had. "Well a man like you have no use for money, you have enough of that." His eyes going down to the photos he'd placed on the table, "These are just copies, but I can have the real ones sent to your wife." He paused for dramatic effect. "It's up to you…" He left the photos on the table.

David watched the man who didn't give him his name walking away, he reached over looking over the photos, he could see everything horrible thing he paid to do to a boy, he then pushed them away from himself trying to think of what was the best thing to do.

Michael found the young girl who gave them drinks, she was standing against the bar talking to the barman. "Hey, can you tell me where I can find the bathroom?" He watched the girl turn to face him.

"Big sign right there," She pointed behind him, her voice wasn't so polite, but then maybe she could tell he wasn't going to tip her for a glass of water.

Michael nodded, "Thank you." He headed towards the bathroom; he spotted the door saying 'private' and pushed it open stepping into what looked like a dressing room. He glanced to a table seeing the red head having a smoke. "Lily…"

Lily's eyes snapped up from her magazine to Michael's eyes. "Shit!" She snubbed the smoke out getting to her feet, she rushed over to the door locking it quickly. "Did you tell anyone my name?" She looked worried.

Michael blinked, he glanced back to the door, and then to Lily's face. "Why are they all calling you Carly? What have you done to your hair?" He reached out taking a lock of her hair, he glanced over to brightness of it under the florescent lights.

"If you're aware I am still wanted for helping you escape your ass from Fox River, and I needed a new ID." She inhaled and exhaled looking to Michael. "I went the only placed I knew people didn't care about names."

"LA…" Michael felt his hand let her hair drop, it was longer, but then he'd not seen her in months. He took a step back from her looking over her clothes. She was wearing a bra with matching shorts, her heels giving her an extra foot. "What happened about getting a normal life?"

"Well it's hard to have any kind of job in a hospital when I…" Lily closed her eyes, she tried to get a job in a hospital, but she didn't have the right qualifications with her new id, so she took quick and easy jobs that asked no questions. "I'm pretty much stuck."

Michael exhaled, "Well I have to finish what I started here, what time you finish?" He asked looking over his watch quickly.

Lily brushed a hand into her hair, "I finish at eight." She now glanced to the clock on the wall, "I need to get back out there." She moved towards the door feeling Michael's hand catching her arm.

"Please don't tell me you do what the other girls do." His voice pleading, he didn't like seeing Lily like this, but the idea of her turning to prostitution…"

"No!" Lily snapped, "Michael I just serve drinks, and I wear this cos frankly I make more money in tips than I do on salary alone a day." She placed a hand on Michael's shoulder. "Just meet me outside when I finished." She glanced over his suit, "Where are you staying?"

"I'm renting a motel room." He said simply, but he could feel her eyes looking over his suit. "Lil."

"Carly," Lily corrected him, "Look whatever you have to pay on the motel, pay up and stay with me at my apartment." Her hand brushed the shoulder of his suit.

Opening the door Lily stepped out, she glanced to see if the coast was clear before letting Michael follower her out, she brushed her hands into her hair, she then turned looking over Michael. "Whatever you're here to do, just know that David is a very strong man, he is hard to shake up."

Michael watched Lily disappearing back into the mist of the club; he walked back to the booth seeing David still looking haunted by the photos he left. "So do we have an agreement?"

David finished his drink, he pushed the photos away from him, "If I give you the location you need, you will give me any more copies of these, and the originals." He looked serious, and Michael nodded. "Then I will need a way to reach you, and I will give you a meeting place." He straightened his tie, "It won't be easy getting her location, but I have to be careful." His eyes were scanning the bar, but he watched Michael leaving the photos on the table.

"I can do that." He took out a small card with his number on it, it was a prepaid phone, but he pushed it towards David getting to his feet. "If you don't call me before noon tomorrow, these photos get sent to your wife, and to your office."

"I will call you before ten," David watched as Michael walked away from him, he grabbed his drink quickly pulling the photos to his pocket, the last thing he wanted was for anyone to see them.

"Night Carly." Daphne said watched Lily walking out of the club; she had changed into a pair of jeans with a leather jacket over her purple vest top. She lit a smoke up seeing Michael standing under a lamppost; she inhaled the smoke walking over to Michael.

Michael stepped closer to Lily, she held herself different, it was hard for him to pin point it, but as she got closer he looked over her face. "I am grateful for you letting me stay with you."

"Well it's better than a fifty dollar a night rat pack motel, just stay in my three hundred dollar a month roach filled apartment."

"Sounds nice…" Michael started to walk beside Lily, he didn't know where she lived, but as they carried on walking down a rundown looking street, he watched her walking up some steps. "This is it?" He asked looking to the building.

"Rent paid by cash and the landlord doesn't ask questions." She pushed the entrance door open, she watched Michael follow her into the building. "It's the best I could afford." She added while feeling embarrassed.

Michael glanced down the hallways, the sounds of other people apartments were hard to ignore, but he followed Lily up the stairs.

Stopping outside her door Lily turned to face Michael, "I've done all I can to make the inside look better than the rest of this place." She pushed the door open, she stepped aside letting Michael walk into the place looking to the neat looking apartment. "Home sweet home." She whispered behind him while she closed and locked the door.

Michael turned to see the man locks she kept, then back to the small room, it was a living space, bedroom and kitchen in one, only one other door leading to a small bathroom, "Three hundred a month?"

"Yup…" Lily took her jacket off placing it on a coat stand, she flicked her shoes off, and Michael remembered how short she really was without the heels she wore when he first saw her. She moved around the apartment finding a spot on a small sofa sitting down. "So, I am guessing you're not in LA to make a shot at the big show business."

"No." Michael tried to find a place to sit; he froze looking over Lily's face. "I am looking for Gretchen, and a source told me she was here, with Whistler and Mahone."

Lily exhaled, "So I guess David must work for the company." Her voice didn't sound so egger, but if she knew anything about Michael, was he wasn't going to give up until Sara was avenged.

"Yes, and I have something on him, and I get what I need from him. I am one step closer to Gretchen." He glanced to a wall, he could see that Lily didn't really make an effort to make any new friends here.

Lily got to her feet, "Well how about something to drink…" She walked over to a small refrigerator opening it, she took out two beers handing one to Michael. It wasn't long before she sat back down opening her own bottle up.

Michael twisted the cap off his own beer, his eyes looking over Lily already drinking. "What made you change your hair colour?" He took a long sip of the beer feeling it hit his empty stomach, but didn't say anything to Lily about him being hungry.

"I guess I wanted to change," She glanced out her window with no view but the wall of another building, she held the bottle close to her chest, he feet up on the sofa looking over to Michael. "I just wanted a new start." She swirled the bottle before taking more.

Michael moved the bottle to sit on a table; he made the gap between himself and Lily smaller, his hands touching her shoulders. "He misses you."

"Michael don't…" Lily's eyes avoided his, she inhaled drinking more of her beer feeling everything she been supressing for the past three months or more. "It doesn't change what happened in Panama, and I can't go back there. I just can't."

"I'm sorry." Michael wrapped his arms around Lily, he could feel her tense before relaxing into his arms. They both sat there holding each other before Lily pushed Michael away, her eyes looking deep into his.

Lily remembered the last time she saw Michael before she was shot, then she never really saw him after she was shot. "So this whole avenging Sara, would you need any help?" she picked her beer bottle up finishing it off.

Michael shook his head, "I think this is something I am best to do alone." He now glanced around the small room. "So sleeping…" He picked his beet bottle up and taking a long sip.

"I was thinking I can set the sofa up for you, or you know we can share the bed." She played with a piece of her hair looking over Michael's face. "I mean we are grown up, we can share a bed."

Michael rolled his eyes, "I don't mind staying on the sofa." He now stood up looking around the apartment to try and find something to sleep with.

"Okay, if you insist." Lily got to her feet walking over to a small cupboard, she opened it up taking out a quilt and turned to face Michael. "I'll be in the bathroom getting ready for bed." She finished off her beer putting the bottle in a glass recycling bin. "I sleep in late, so try not to wake me if you go out early." She now picked up a change of clothes heading into the bathroom closing the door behind herself.

Michael had woken up early; he looked over his phone hoping to get a phone call anytime soon. His eyes going to the bed watching as Lily was still deep in her sleep. It was strange to see her in this kind of state, her hands were by her face, she lay on her stomach and even in her light breathing in and out, she was in peace.

Not remembering the last time he had seen her this relaxed, and then it dawned on him why she left everything back in Panama. So he sat looking to his phone, going to the clock seeing it was getting to half past eleven.

Within seconds his phone rang, he answered it before the sound could wake up Lily; he placed the phone to his ear listening carefully. "Okay, meet me in the hard rock café on six one o' eight, Hollywood boulevard. Be there at twelve thirty." The phone went dead and Michael glanced over his watch knowing he had so much time to get there.

Standing up, he was already dressed, he carefully picked up all the copies of the photos, he was going to keep his word.

Getting to the door, Michael opened it carefully and closed the door behind him. He didn't know what Lily was going to be doing with the day. Was she going to be going back to work, did she have other jobs to keep herself. He didn't want to think too much about it, he wasn't planning on surviving all of this.

Lily stirred from sleep; she rolled on her back as the front door closed. While she knew he was doing all he could to find Gretchen, she just wanted to enjoy her one day off, even if it was just going to be sitting on the sofa and reading a book.

Pushing the blankets off herself, Lily got out of bed heading for the kitchen, she picked up a coffee mug, her eyes going over the bag that Michael had brought with him. It was hard for her to keep away from it as she made her morning coffee.

Sitting down on the sofa now with her coffee placed on the table next to Michael's beer bottle, she brushed her hand over the bag, she stopped herself looking around the room to make sure she was all alone.

"No…" Lily muttered to herself, she got to her feet heading to the little book case, she reached picking up a random book, she sat back down trying to ignore the calling of what Michael was going to do, she wanted to know what he was up to, and as she tried her hardest to focus on her book, she gave up after five hours.

Pulling the bag towards herself Lily opened it slowly, she felt she was doing something bad, but as she looked inside at all the things Michael had been gathering over the months, she looked over maps, even photos of people. She see the photo of David. Her hand going deeper into the bag, she looked over all the fake id's of James Whistler, if that was even his real name.

After two hours of looking through everything, she froze hearing the front door. "Who is it?" She called feeling her stomach sinking and the mess she'd made from going through the bad.

"Carly…" Michael's voice was on the other side of the door, she glanced to the mess against and started to try and put it all back into the bag. "I know you're going through my stuff…"

Lily cringed getting to her feet, she opened the door seeing him standing on the other side of the door, but he didn't look upset. "I tried to not look…" She now stepped aside letting him in. "Michael what you're planning on doing." She paused feeling the lump in her throat. "You stopped caring if you live or die."

"Lily…" He spoke softly, but he could see the pain starting to show on her face. "I need to do this." He finally said stepping closer to Lily, and he glanced to her mess. She had put things in piles, and he went over everything he'd been doing to avenge Sara.

Lily placed her hand on his shoulders. "So you're going to do this?" She glanced to the door, she was quick to lock it, and then turned to face Michael. "And I am guessing you've got a place and time to do all this."

"Lily, I am not involving you." Michael started to clean up his things; he neatly placed them back into the bag, and finally looked over Lily's face. "I am sorry for everything."

Lily closed the gap, her hands going to his, she felt like everything was still spinning out of control. "Michael, I know you're heard to convince to think different, but I just." She stopped brushing her hand over his face.

Michael felt her touch, he glanced to the time, and it seemed since he started planning things after the meeting, he was looking over Lily's face. "I don't want you worrying about me." He whispered, but he could see the pain in her eyes.

"Michael, I love you, so I am going to worry about you…" Her hand played over his, she could feel her heart beating fast. While Michael kept still in front of her, his hand played over her cheek softly. "I just hope it's going to be worth it." Her face moved closer to his.

Michael felt her forehead resting on his, his hand going into her hair closing his eyes, he could feel her breath on his face, his fingers working into her hair.

It had been so long since either of them had felt a wanting hand, but as they both opened their eyes to look at each other, Michael and Lily kept quiet. With a slow movement Michael felt his lips brushing onto her.

Lily closing her eyes taking in Michael kiss, her hands was working around the nap of his neck, her fingers playing. While this wasn't the first time she'd kissed Michael, this time it felt different.

Michael moved his hands from her back, he ran his hand under her oversized T shirt, her skin reacting to his touch, and she moved closer to his body. The kiss getting deeper as her hands started to open the front of his shirt.

Lily kissing from his lips to his neck, her hands taking his shirt off running her fingers over his tattoos, they still looked fresh.

Michael taking in the feeling her kissing over his exposed skin, he pulling her back taking off her shirt, she sat on the sofa in just shorts now, she lightly got to her feet taking his hand walking them over to the bed.

Lily kissed Michael again; he was running his hands down her back, stopping at her ass, his fingers gripping it tightly. And they broke apart for breath, but Michael started to kiss down her neck.

Everything was moments, Lily taking in the feeling of being touched, to have someone who just wanted to feel something. While her hands ran over Michael's shoulders as his lips kissed over her body, she could feel him laying her down, and kissing his lips again she brushed her hand to his belt taking his trousers off with his boxer.

Michael taking off her shorts, he brushed his hands into her hair again, they kissed, and while Lily felt Michael enter her, she held her breath for a few seconds taking in the new sensation.

They made love, and while neither of them planned this, in the moment it felt right, and Lily moved with Michael and as it didn't last long Lily felt him holding her, and they laid in the bed naked and silent.

Opening her eyes, she didn't know how long she had been asleep, but moving her hand over the blanket she could feel that she was alone. The dark apartment was quiet and she knew he was gone. It wasn't a painful realisation; it was a deep feeling she wasn't going to see Michael again. Her hands going into her hair and seeing a letter was on her nightstand. She reached over picking it up, her other hand turning on the bedside lamp. Opening the letter, she felt like she was going to be sick reading over his neat handwriting, her eyes going over each word, and while she didn't understand, she couldn't help but brush a tear from her cheek and placing the letter back on her night stand and turned the light off to fall back into an uneasy sleep.