Chapter Two: Two Set-ups
"You and Linc?" Michael asked then he sighed.
Emma smiled. "Michael? Haven't seen you in ten years."
Michael shook his head then glanced over his shoulder as Abruzzi glared at him. Emma studied him; he'd changed, but just a bit. He was still that good looking boy she'd grown up with, though. Having grown up with Michael and Lincoln, she felt as though they were her brothers. They'd met when Emma was eight years old. Not too long after, their mother died and their father had already left. That was when she started feeling more like a sister than a friend.
"Not the best reunion spot though." Emma said and Michael nodded; then something struck her. "Me and Linc?"
"If I tell you, you'll want in."
"In?"
"Cortland! Scofield!" Bellick hollered. "Get back to work!"
Michael began painting again. He was thinking. Emma remembered that look. "Ten years." she thought. "Has it really been that long?"
"Michael?" Emma said and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "In?" A man who looked Mexican seemed to have over heard them and was watching Emma. She gave up and turned the conversation back to Lincoln. "I don't live in a cave Michael. I know what the story is with Linc." Michael kept painting. "He didn't do it."
"I never said he did." Michael said, not looking at Emma, but looking over at the Mexican. "And I heard about you."
"How?"
"Rumours fly. We have nothing better to do." Michael said and smiled.
"Ok, wise guy, what did I do?"
"I told you, its just rumours." Michael said, sounding annoyed.
"PI's over!" Bellick yelled and the workers began gathering up brushes and rollers and paint buckets and headed for the door. That was when Emma spotted Lincoln Burrows. She casually made her way over to him and walked next to him.
"Hey, Linc."
He looked at her then he did a double take. The look on his face was pure confusion. "This is getting crazy. Me, you and Mike." he said then shook his head. "How'd you get in here?"
"I'll tell you the same thing I told Michael. It's maximum security."
"No, what the hell did you do?"
"Same thing as you, nothing." Emma said. When Lincoln looked at her like he didn't believe her, she continued. "I got involved with the mafia."
"There's a mafia in Illinois?" Lincoln asked.
"I don't know, but there's one in New York City."
Lincoln shook his head.
"I got messed up in them somehow. When I first met Jacob he seemed like an okay guy. It wasn't too long after me and you went our separate ways. I lost a whole ton of money because my company went under. Then when I met Jacob he seemed like a beacon of hope." Emma explained. "He helped me get back on my feet. Then he told me to do a favour for him. I told him no and he got pissed. Followed me everywhere. 'I did a favour for you, now it's your turn.' Eventually he got fed up with me and killed himself. His guys had a story ready. Apparently he pissed me off and I killed him."
"Didn't you call me about some Jacob guy?" Lincoln asked.
"Yes, but you never picked up your phone."
