Disclaimer: I do not own any of the following: Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, Nika, LJ Burrows, Bellick or Mohan. I do own the nurse and the second mystery guy. I also do not own the show Prison Break or any of its contents.

--------Michael, Lincoln and Nika in the barn on the side of a country road outside of Chicago. -----------------

"We have to get my son out of there. Anymore encounters with Bellick and he may figure us out Michael." Burrows said wiping the thin line of sweat running down his face.

"I know…but how?" Michael questioned looking at a wall of the barn in search of some kind of answer.

"They said on the news that he was being prosecuted in Arizona …"

"Well, I suppose we're going to Arizona then?" Michael announced trying to ignore the constant reminder of Sara being in the hospital. Sara had been admitted to the hospital several weeks ago when the police found her on the couch of her apartment under the influence of morphine. Though the mentioning of Arizona had nothing to do with the fact Sara was in Chicago, Michael found some of the strangest things a partial reminder of Sara.

"How are we getting to Arizona Michael?"

"We drive…that is our only option Linc."

"Alright, what about Nika?" Lincoln asked, just realizing that she was already in the room. Nika was a rather tall, Puerto Rican woman with long black hair that hung past her shoulders almost reaching her mid back. To Michael her eyes reminded him of a gentle black, especially when she looked at him with her 'puppy face'.

"What do you mean where am I going? I'm going with you to get my share of the money? That was our agreement Michael." Nika said stepping closer to the only tattooed man in the room, attempting to grab the gun out of his front pocket.

"I am a man of my word; you will have your money in time." He answered back grabbing the gun and placing it in his hands. The look on Nika's face went from her usual smile to a look of discouragement. Nika slowly backed away from him then crouched in the corner of the room with her hands resting on her knees.

"Hey, Michael, do you recognize the Blazer parked outside?" Burrows asked trying to get a better look of the SUV without letting them see his shadow. Burrows attempted to step outside the barn but backed up when he realized there was more than one person inside the vehicle. The driver was a rather tall man with a bit of a comb-over as the second man was short and had sun glasses on.

"I don't know who they are, but by the looks of them…" He stopped to take a quick assessment of the men. The taller one pulled out a leather brief case and began taking down notes, almost as if he was a realtor. The second man however, sat in the car awaiting the other man to get in. "They look like undercover field agents. Linc, grab the bag and let's get out of here."

"How are we suppose to get out of here without being seen? Remember, we're the FBI's most wanted right now"

"Well, we do what any escaped convicts would do, we run." Scofield exclaimed turning to Nika who was in the corner of the room with her head gently placed on her knees. His eyes began to melt as he suddenly realized that she cared for him. In the original plan, Nika was only supposed to help him escape from prison. In return he granted her a green card and a cut of the money in Utah. He proceeded to stare at her with his eyes locked onto hers until he felt something tap his shoulder. Michael turned around and saw his brother, whom looked rather worried.

"Come on Michael, We gotta go…forget her…"

"I can't Lincoln, I can't risk letting her get to the cops…" Scofield argued looking from his worried brother to the woman in the corner. He walked over to her and knelt down so that he was completely eye level with her.

"What do you want Michael?" Nika asked in a rather harsh tone that echoed the barn. She lifted her head from her lap and looked directly into the eyes of Michael who was more focused on the SUV parked outside. "Are you even paying attention Michael?" She sighed in exasperation and ran a shaky hand through her silky black hair. "...I love you."

"Nika, you know that it was strictly business…nothing more…"

"It may have been business for you, but it was real for me."

"Nika, go home…get some sleep and tomorrow you won't even remember me."

"You've been gone for months and you're all that I've thought about." Nika continued as Michael watched small tears slide down her face and onto her bare arms. She tilted her head so that she could look at him without the tears filling up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." He commented, standing up from his crouched position so that he was standing right above her. Michael looked at her once more and he finally walked away.

"Michael! It was real!" The Puerto Rican woman exclaimed trying to hold back the tears that she'd been fighting all along. She stood up with her hands gently to her side facing Michael.

"Hey Michael, they're getting closer…gotta go now before we get caught…now." A worried Lincoln said to his brother, trying to be as calm as possible.

Michael glanced out the window next to the door and soon realized that it was Mahone. He slowly knelt back down so that the flashlights couldn't spot him through the semi-clean window just above his head. Nika crawled over to Michael and placed her hands on his face as she gave him a small kiss on his cheek then slowly moved more toward his lips. He lifted his hand up and turned Nika away from his face.

"Nika, you need to go. I'm sure the FBI agent will take you home."

"I'm not leaving you Michael."

"Listen, I tried to be nice to you but you're taking this way too far. I need to go. I'll have the money transferred to you in a few weeks time. Thanks for your help." Michael sat up of the ground and snuck around the corner and exited out the back door to find his brother already in the beat up Buick.

"Let's go Michael!" Lincoln proclaimed as he watched his brother jog to the car and jump in. Lincoln began driving away from the barn as he noticed Nika in the rear view mirror. "Should I stop for her?"

"No, keep driving." Michael instructed his brother as he turned to face the road ahead of him.

What did I do? Should I go back and get her? After all she helped me…

Many ideas fled Michael's head as he watched his brother drive farther and farther away from the barn. He looked down at his pocket and pulled out a small paper crane he had folded during his stay in Fox River. It reminded him much of Sara, a tall brunette whom he found himself to grow to love. His hands began to outline the folds of the crane as he found himself thinking about her more and more despite the fact she wouldn't admit the love she had for him.

Stop thinking about her…we weren't even together…come on Michael…get a hold of yourself…

------The Chicago state hospital room 27--------

"Ms. Tancredi, it is time to take your medication." A rather pale nurse with red hair stated, handing Sara a small cup of multiple color pills.

"Thanks." Sara said grabbing the cup from the polite nurse and popping the pills into her mouth then swallowing them. She looked down at her feet then back up to face the nurse. The brunette patient handed the nurse the empty cup and smiled partially.

"Do you need anything Ms. Tancredi?"

"No thank you…wait!" She exclaimed just before the nurse was about to the leave her room. "Do I by any chance have any messages?" Sara asked hoping for some ray of hope that Michael hadn't completely forgotten her.

"No ma'am."

"Thanks."

Sara looked over on the night stand that was located beside her hospital bed. On the stand she noticed there was a red origami flower that Michael had left her in the infirmary many weeks prior to her hospital stay in Chicago. Grabbing the flower off the desk reminded her of that very day. It was a rather cold morning, she walked in the infirmary as she always did and sitting on her files was a small paper flower.

This flower…so many memories…Come on Sara get over this guy. After all, he is a convict! Hello? Doesn't that mean anything to you anymore? How could I, Dr. Sara Tancredi, fall for a convict…?

Sara glanced back at the flower and set it inside her rather large blue and white gym bag beside her hospital bed. A tear came falling down the side of her right cheek as the brunette doctor lay back down on her hospital bed.

How could I have been so stupid as to think Michael would wait for me? Damn it Sara, why couldn't you have fallen for a "nice boy" like dad always says…

Now crying, Sara rolled onto her side, resting her hands underneath her head so that she could look out the window as the rain came trickling down the window seal.

-----LJ and FBI agent Mahone in the interrogation room in Arizona-----

"Sit down." The dark hair, middle aged agent instructed LJ to do. He watched as LJ sat down in the chair provided, setting his hands folding on the table in front of him. Agent Mahone sat in the chair directly across from LJ, as he looked at him with and intense stare. "Do you have any information about the whereabouts of either Lincoln Burrows or Michael Scofield?"

"No." The curly haired teenager responded rather short, reaching for the cup of water in front of him.

"You do realize that withholding information from the government is a crime Mr. Burrows?"

"Like I said before sir, I know nothing."

"Are you sure about that?" Mahone protested placing his hands directly in front of LJ, almost knocking off the pitcher of water in the middle of the table.

"Yes, Mr. Mohan."

"Alright." The middle aged man said directing his attention to a folder on the side of the table that had LJ's photo directly on top of it. "…do you really want to end up in jail like your father and now uncle?"

"What's the difference? I'm already in prison…"

"Have you been arrested before?" He asked looking through the rather thick profile of Mr. Burrows. He looked up at LJ for an answer but only saw him shrug his shoulders. "It says here that you were arrested for possession of marijuana and put on probation…and you were directed to visit your dad in prison once a week…" The agent looked down at the profile and chuckled. "Like father…like son I suppose." He responded chuckling at his own sarcastic remark.

"Agent Bellick, you're needed in the evidence room." A tall blonde receptionist announced through a microphone that was located outside the interrogation room.

"I'll be back young man." Agent Mahon exclaimed, leaving the room and locking the door behind him.

LJ looked around the room for any way to escape the room. The teen got up off his seat and began to search the entire room until her realized there was a camera in the corner of the room that moved at the slightest movement. He quietly walked and attempted to open the window as casual as possible but it was sealed shut as was the air vent above the door.

Fuck…how am I supposed to get out of here…think LJ…think…

"Well squirt, I have some bad news. It turns out both your dad and uncle got themselves in a horrific car accident on a small bridge just outside of Chicago." The agent said slamming a 3X5 photograph of a crashed car directly in front of LJ. The windows of the car were completed smashed, not to mention the entire car was flipped upside down and looked merely burned as if it blew up. "Are you ready to talk now?"

"Over my dead body." He responded holding both hands in front of his torso, awaiting the hand cuffs.