Author's Chapter Notes:

OMG! Last nights episode was INTENSIFIED! I loved it! Anywho... this is a continuation of what is to come on Prison Break and I am going to keep writing... because life isn't complete without new episodes!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Prison Break

Michael stepped out into the bright light. He could feel the rain pounding down on his head and slide down his forehead. He looked around at his surroundings, taking in as much as he could.

He was in somesort of a court yard, just like the one at Fox River, except for much smaller and dirtier. There was two men standing in the corner smoking joints and glaring at him. Michael turned away from them and faced the metal, chain linked fence on the opposite side of the court yard.

He took a deep breath and made his way across the yard. His shoes squeaked as he took a step and filled with more water as he walked though numerous puddles.

Michael was scared, and he hated to admit it, even to himself. He was scared and unaware. He didn't know where he was or who any of these people were. He could of sworn he saw Bellick laying on the ground inside the "Sona", at least, that was the name he had read outside the building.

He gulped and sat down against the fence. He could feel the wet ground seeping through his already soaked clothes as he tightened his legs to his chest. He tried to blink but it was if his brain couldn't register his commands, or anything else for that matter.

He was in a strange place that was dingy and too moist. He looked over at the entrance of the building to see a man dressed as a woman walking across the entrance, beckoning another man to follow. Michael quickly averted his gaze and he felt a tear fall down his cheek.

"No." he whispered as he wiped the tear away.

You have to stay stong Michael. He told himself. He took another deep breath and put his head back on the fence. All he could do was think about the people that he cared about most in life.

His brother first. Michael hoped that he would do something, anything to get him out of this place. He banged his head on the fence and opened his eyes slowly. He looked around at his surroundings, trying to think of anything he could to get out of this place.

It was hard, because he didn't know too much about the place. He gulped hoping that he was somewhere safe and enjoying his life. Then a wave of sadness hit him like a brick wall.

Sara It was the only thing that he had to think of before tears fell down his cheek. He placed his head down in his knees and he sniffled a sob.

Oh, how he had tried so hard to make her life as good as possible, and now, he didn't even know what to think. He knew she had been able to leave after what happened in the house in the jungle. He knew she would be mad at him for doing what he did but deep down he knew he had to do it.

He smiled remembering how earlier that day he had first seen her on the boat, smiling over at them. How he had been able to hold her in his arms again. How he took in her vanilla scent, not wanting to let her go again.

He sighed as he recalled her in her arms, telling him she loved him. He blinked as another tear fell down his face. He nodded silently.

"I love you." he whispered and he looked up from his knees. He saw a man standing right outside the doorway looking at him. Michael looked through the darkness and into the man's eyes. It was Agent Alexander Mahone and he stood there, water dropping off of his already drenched clothes, staring at him.

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Earlier...

Lincoln peered through the crowd again searching for the light, white shirt that Sara had been wearing when he last saw her.

"Sara!" he yelled again. He caught sight of her across the street heading down a smaller side street. He darted across the road narrowly missing a small green car that speeded to his left. He jumped up onto the sidewalk and darted through the many people out enjoying their daily lives.

He turned down the street, stopping again looking for Sara.

He searched frantically, knowing that Michael would never forgive him if he didn't bring Sara to safety. He knew that Michael cared for Sara more then anything in the world, maybe more then he cared for himself. He could see it in his eyes, how important she was to him and he knew he wouldn't see the end of it if something happened to her.

He caught sight of her, walking fastly up the small street, her eyes darting frantically around searching for something. Lincoln burst forward with as much speed as he could muster up.

"Sara!" he yelled. She slowed her pace but kept moving forward, as if she was hearing things. There was about 12 people in between Lincoln and Sara and he knew he had to get closer. He bolted forward when he noticed a man standing about 4 meters away from her. He had lifted up his shirt on one side to reveal a gun.

Lincoln immediately stopped and stared as he pulled the gun out of his pants, letting his gaze rest on the back of Sara's head. Lincoln looked over at Sara and saw that she was still walking foward.

She doesn't know that he's there He said to himself.
"Shit." he said as he ran forward again.

"SARA!" He yelled. "SARA!" He continued forward as she turned around at his voice, right into the man with the gun. She gave a small cry as he reached up to cover her mouth with his hand. Her eyes darted over to Lincoln as she was dragged into a small alleyway. Lincoln burst forward and reached the corner of the alleyway, turning down it as well.

He saw the man holding Sara and shoving her into the back of an old pick up truck. The man driving was wearing a hat with a symbol he didn't recognize. He burst forward.

"Sara!" he yelled again. The door was shut and the man ran to the other side of the truck. He was just getting in when Lincold reached the truck adn began to bang on the door.

"Sara!" he yelled. "Let her go!" He looked into her fearful eyes and she blinked slowly. The truck then turned onto the busy street. Gaining speed as they finally merged into traffic. Lincoln began to follow the truck on foot but finally stopped after it gained too much speed to be followed.

He looked up at the truck as it drove away and something caught his eye. It was the symbol the truck driver had on his hat and it was painted on the back of the truck. He squinted at the truck and saw the faint words "amarillo del playa docks". He nodded to himself and straightened himself out.

He was going to find her, and then he was going to get his brother back.

"Don't worry Michael, I'll find her." he said as a car honked from behind him and he jumped onto the side walk again.

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