Disclaimer: I do not own Any characters from Prison Break, i am using them for my story.

There for am not making any money from this, and never will own.

Chapter 1

Closing the book I was reading, and sighed. I was taking my lunch in the break room. I'd never normal ate with the CO's. I heard that sick laugh. That laugh that drills my nerves.

Reminded my why I never ate with them.

My green eyes scanned his hazel eyes; they reminded me of dirty water. Just like him dirty and dishonest.

"So Rebecca you want to have that drink tonight?" Brad would ask the same question every single day.

"No… I'm busy." I snapped avoiding his eyes. I wasn't busy, but then I wouldn't want to spend time that I didn't need to with Bellick.

"Look I know that you look at me while I walk by…" Brad's smooth voice, and he touched my arm sent shivers down it.

I spent all day listing to people tell me life story.

I would rather listen to Theodore Bagwell talk about his best kills; that spend two seconds alone with Brad Bellick.

"Look Brad. Let's clear on thing…" I took his hand off my arm quickly, "I don't like you, and to be honest. A woman isn't turned on by a guy still living with his mother."

His face fell, and my words were my weapons, and it hit his home. His face screwed up, and his eyes glazed over.

"Well I'll leave you be." He spat out.

"Thank you…" my voice dark and I put my bag on my shoulder. I got to my feet heading to the exit.

The wind wiped my blonde hair around my face. I took a hairclip getting it out my face.

I knew to always look forward making my way through the yard.

I had to take this route through the yard, and I was used to the wolf whistles. It never got old, but I always looked forward.

"Rebecca Finnegan." A voice spoke my name softly through the bars; I turned my face to see the inmate talking to me.

"Can I help you?" I never made a note of inmates not on my list, but his blue eyes caught my attention.

"I'm just wondering, I need to stay here!" he had a more urgency to his face than with his voice.

I then shook my head.

"Outside my jurisdiction." I then went to walk away.

"Please, I need help. I can't take moving so much." I froze facing him again.

"Can I have you're name?" I took a pen from my purse and place the point to my hand.

"I'm Scofield… Michael Scofield."

I placed the pen in my bag.

"Well Michael, I will make sure I can give you an appointment to see me soon." I then started to head of my office near the psychiatric section of Fox River.

I sat in my office, and I was clear of appointments.

I worked as the prison psychiatrist of Fox River. The state thought that it would be a good idea to have inmate's have a person to talk to about.

It was good money to live off, and I didn't care it was a job. I didn't really see the point of inmate's having a psychiatrist

The only pen I had was in my shirt pocket. I then looked at my list of appointments. I reached for the paper on my desk seeing Michael's name on my hand.

Then reaching for the phone I dialled the warden's number quickly.

"Hello Becky its Rebecca. Can I talk to Henry?" I then rolled my eyes wondering what on earth I was doing.

"I'll put you right through." She spoke cheerfully.

"Becca, how can I help you?" his voice eased my nerves, and I finally relaxed.

"I was approached by an inmate Michael Scofield. He asked me about wanting to stay here." I listened to him clear his throat.

"I'm sorry his going to be transferred." His voice bitter, and I could tell he didn't want it to happen.

"Well I was thinking, I can evaluate the case, and if you don't mind me seeing him." I twirled the phone line, and I listened to him breathing in and out. I knew he was thinking over every detail. I knew people too well, and it scared me how right I was.

"Ok I'll send him to you. Are you free now?" I sat up quickly.

I didn't need to check my book. I knew I free.

"Yeah sure." I said lightly.

"His on his way, and Becca, please do your best to do the right thing." He sighed hanging the phone up.

I then quickly took the clip out, and re doing my hair, and then looked at my reflection.

I didn't know what to expect.

The door knocked, and I sat up more straight.

"Come in!" I then see the CO open the door, and Michael walked in.

"Take a seat Mr Scofield." I pointed to the couch. Michael sat down, and the CO left.

I never had CO's in my office while in session with an inmate.

"So how can I help you Mr Scofield?" I sat on my arm chair crossing my legs watching him closely.

"I've been told I'm being transferred, and I can't leave Fox River." He spoke calm, his voice confused me. If talking on a telephone you'd never think he was worried.

I on the other had read his stress in his eyes.

The blue draw me in, and I placed a hand on my knee.

"Mr Scofield…"

"Please call me Michael." He said with his voice calming, and I relaxed on the chair.

"Michael. I really can't stop a transfer, and I wish there was something I can do." I then sighed placing my other hand on my chest.

"My brother needs me." he spoke quickly.

"You're brother." I spoke slowly, and I felt my eyes drifting over Michael file.

"Lincoln Burrows. He got our father's last name, and I took our mother's." He spoke taking my attention from the file.

"I am sure they will let you come here for last visitation." I spoke quietly.

"Are you sure there isn't anything you can do?" he leaned forward, and I bit my lip feeling the full power of his voice.

"Michael. I can tell you, that you should get to talking with Westmoreland. His been evading transfer for years."

I see a smile break across his face.

"Thank Dr Finnegan." He then stood up.

"That's no problem Michael; you're always free to see me." I then watch him leave, and I put his file down.