They were moments away from being free. There were only three of them left to cross the wire then they could start their run. Michael watched C-note reach the halfway point on the wire.
"Get ready, Sucre, your next." He told his cellie.
"Don't forget about me, pretty," the third person drawled.
Michael turned annoyed, "You're before me, T-bag."
"You better believe it," the man came closer to them.
Sucre looked sideways at Michael, "How much time we do we have-"
"I think it was just a cabinet falling or something-" Michael heard Sara's voice fill the infirmary.
"No, ma'am. It was louder then that." A guard said.
The three men froze; they could hear the footsteps coming toward them.
"Officer, you realize I do want to get-"
"What the hell is this?" The guard asked, spotting the fire hose.
"I have no idea-" She muttered.
Michael stared at the doorway stunned his plans were falling apart. Sucre rushed to the other wall and pressed himself behind the door. T-bag ran to stand beside the opening of the door. "Get ready, pretty. We're still breaking out." T-bag threatens pulling a shank out of his boot.
"Don't-" Michael gasped taking a step toward the rapist. All he could hear was Sara's heels clicking partnered by the step of the guards work boot.
He glance out the window, C-note was almost over. He suddenly heard Sara's heels stop then her voice start.
"Look, Officer Williams, Your new here and you want to make a good impression. I get that. But I'm the governor's daughter and I want to go home. There's obviously going to be a big mess so let's wait until tomorrow."
"We have to check this out, Dr. Tancredi. I know I heard a loud crashing…" the heavy boots started again, this time closer. Much closer.
Michael stood in the center of the room, mentally preparing himself for two things. Seeing Sara. And witness another guard's death. There was no way they couldn't kill him.
"Officer Williams?" a starchy voice said over the radio on the guards shoulder.
"Yes sir?" The guard stopped.
"Your needed down here-where the hell are you?" a guard's angry voice yelled.
"Um…I'm in the infirmary with Dr. Tancredi-"
"I don't give a shit. Get your ass down here!" the voice signed off.
"I'll clean up here, Officer Williams." Sara's relieved voice said quickly. "You'd better get out of here before you get into any trouble."
Michael released a breath this could still work. Thank you god-and Sara.
"Alright-" The guard said heavily. "But you'll let me know what happened?"
"Of course," Sara responded sweetly.
Michael stood frozen in place as they listened to heavy steps retreat.
They heard the click of the elevator doors, Michael sighed. He started to turn back to the window when he realized neither T-bag nor Sucre moved from their defensive positions. Fear struck him. If Sara walked through that door-they would get her. They couldn't know she was the reason they had made it this far. He started toward T-bag, reaching a hand out.
"Don't-" he said aloud the same moment Sara's heals started again.
She appeared in the doorway. Michael stopped as his eyes fell on her. She stared at the wrecked room then at him. Betrayal flashed through her eyes. Then fear as she turned and saw T-bag staring at her.
"Sara-" he panicked, he could see T-bag moving on her.
T-bag moved from his hiding place and pulled Sara against him. He pressed his knife into her throat. "Well well, look what the bull drug in. The pretty Dr,"
Sara gagged on a scream, her eyes locked on Michael.
"Sara!" Michael lunged for her, but fell back when the other man tightened the knife to her throat.
Sucre came around from the door, only scaring Sara more.
Michael closed the distant. "Let her go," he whispered in a deadly voice.
"Not in this life, pretty. Do you know how long it's been since I've held a woman this fine-" T-bag smelled her hair.
"Let her go," Michael hissed angrily. "She isn't part of this."
"On the contrary, pretty she's part of the plan isn't she?" T-bag smiled down at her then at Michael. "You used this pretty little bitch and I say we continue to do so."
"MICHAEL!!!" Michael turned as he heard his brother yell.
"Sucre, tell him-" Michael looked desperately at his friend.
"I'm sorry man." Sucre edged himself to the window, "But I gotta get to my girl."
Michael spared a panic glance away from Sara, "Sucre, I need you now."
"I'm sorry Papi." Sucre made his way to the wire.
Michael turned back, "T-bag we don't have time for this." He glared angrily, "Let her go!"
Sara whimpered as T-bag tightened his arm across her chest. Her eyes watered under the pain and she focused on Michael. "Let her go, T-bag-" Michael tried again.
"She comes with us, fish, and when they come hunting we use her to cover our pretty little asses." T-bag smiled down at her, running his tongue down the side of her face.
Michael watch in silent fury as Sara gagged and did her best to turn away.
"If we don't get out of here now there won't be a hunt." He said quietly, he could feel his body vibrating with anger. All he wanted to do was pull her from his grip and strangle T-bag with his own two hands.
"Then get out of our way so we can get this little beauty across." T-bag said forcing Sara to take a step with him.
Michael met them with a step of his own; he stopped less then a foot from them.
"Let her go or we both stay." He glared furiously.
T-bag studied him, "Then we have a problem, pretty. Because I'm not going back and neither is she." He jerked the knife tighter into her throat.
"T-bag," Michael said urgently. He was cut off by the sound of the elevator opening and two voices filling the rooms.
"You left her to walk around by herself? In this mess? You're a dumb shit aren't you?" a guard reprimanded.
"She said-I was called away-" The other guard stumbled.
Michael looked down at Sara, expecting to see panic and fear. But instead her eyes were telling him something different. They were telling him to run. She kept looking between him and the window, gesturing with her eyes. Michael shook his head, "No."
"Move it pretty," T-bag whispered urgently, "Or your doc will never speak again."
"Go-" Sara whispered, "Michael, GO!"
The heavy boats were getting closer, "No," Michael whispered staring at her.
"I'm not going back," T-bag threatened, "Move it!"
"Let her go," Michael lifted his eyes to T-bag's. They had seconds. Even less.
"What the fuck is going on here!" a guard screamed.
T-bag turned in surprise, still holding a knife to her throat. Michael used the opportunity to make a grab for Sara.
"No one moves or this bitch won't breath!" T-bag moved to stand between them.
Michael was thrown off when T-bag turned to see his attempts.
Michael was so focused on Sara he barely saw the guards behind them. So he didn't see when the guards pulled their weapons. But he did see T-bag plunged the knife into Sara throat.
Michael ran to her, completely forgetting the con holding her and the guards behind them. Her mouth dropped open and blood bubbled out. Michael grabbed her before he could think and pulled her from T-bag's arms. Suddenly the two guards were there…pulling T-bag down. Michael pressed his hands to Sara's throat. He laid her down, "Get someone!" he shouted not taking his eyes off her. "We need a medic!"
The guards looked at each other, "Get a medic god damn it!" Michael screamed,
"Mike-"Sara gasped, her eyes tried to focus on him but keep rolling.
"Sara, come on-" he was gasping, as tears were streaming down his face. "Come on you have to stay-" he couldn't finish. She was gagging on her own blood. "Stay with me Sara-" he bent his face lower, both of his hands on her wound. "Oh god-I love you-Sara-god don't leave me. "
"I'm-" she stared at him, desperately trying to form words. "I'm-"
Michael bent closer until his lips almost touched hers. "Don't speak-"
"Sorry." She whispered before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and Michael screamed.