Chapter 3

It was like my eyes were being open for the first time. A light was making everything brighter. I looked to my appointment lists, and then scanned the names.

There in clear writing was Michael Scofield. I then tapped my pen on my desk. I didn't know what brought on the sudden desire to see me, but I wasn't going to worry about that just yet.

When he entered my office I took time to study his body language. Michael sat down on the couch, and I moved from my desk to the chair I'd sit and listen.

Today I was going to be doing the talking.

"So Michael what brings you here?" I crossed my legs watching his face. I didn't expect him to answer my questions so openly.

"You said I could." His reply like most of the time he talked. Smooth and was under perfect control.

"I did, but Michael. What made you break into that bank?" I leaned forward watching his eyes. I tried to pick out any tells tale signs of a lie.

"I wanted the money." He replied, and then placed his hands to his knees watching me. Michael's eyes didn't give anything away.

"Is there anything you wanted to talk about?" my hands trying to keep still, but something about Michael made it impossible for me to relax.

"I've noticed that you're young for your profession." He said slowly, and I nodded my head.

"I've been too smart for my own good." I leaned forward mimicking his every movement.

"I've had the same problem." He smiled watching the office. I shook my head the lifting my hand.

"Well I'm no LLI." I raised an eyebrow showing him a file.

"How you get that?" he asked watching me hand him the file. I tried to not smile so smug, but then it wasn't an everyday this happened.

"Michael I just phoned up for you medical and mental health records." My hand rubbing the back of my neck, and watched him read over the file.

"I wanted to ask you, if you would help me with a problem?"

Michael's eyes shot up from the file.

"And what would that be?" his blue eyes focused dead on mine, and I felt my heart starting to race. Everything about Michael made him the kind of man that attracted most women.

"I know you spend a lot of time with Lincoln. I was wondering if you can tell me why he isn't taking my requests to see him." I kept my eyes straight on his, but couldn't stop the way I couldn't stop taking quick breaths.

Michael shrugged his shoulder, and watches my face.

"What I learn with Linc, just do it." He then smiled getting to his feet. I didn't know what he meant but I could guess enough.

The next day after my appointment with Charles, I picked my bag going to the break room like every day. I froze on the spot looking to where the break room was.

The smoke was just subsiding, and most CO's staring wide eyed to the damage.

"What happened?" I asked the closest CO.

"Someone left a cigarette burning, set the whole place alight!" he pointed around, and grunted.

"Bellick, we better get P.I on this!" he spoke quickly.

Watching the break room and something just didn't seem right to me. I turned around standing in the yard together.

Michael Scofield was with a group of inmates watching the break room with hungry eyes.

I made up my mind after three days, and I didn't know why. I couldn't just hope that I'd bump into Lincoln in the yard. He was on death row, no chance there.

It wasn't until Sunday I was walking past the chapel.

The sun was weak and I headed in looking around the inmates. I wasn't raised into any faith, and most the time I just never gave a thought to it. I see him sitting head bowed in pray.

"Linc, is it ok I call you that?" I'd sat next to him, and a CO gave me a worried look.

I held my hand to say I was ok.

"Yeah it's ok." He replied keeping his head down.

"I want to say thank you, for everything you've done for Me." I turned my head to face him, and I watched as he slowly turned to face me.

"It was nothing." He was soft spoken, and my eyes studied every part of his face. I didn't want to believe such a person was capable of murder, but then I wasn't sure what to expect from most people.

"Well it wasn't nothing to me." I watched the worry lines on his face, and felt the weight of the world on my fast pacing heart.

For the need to reach out and touch his hands, but then I kept my hands tight in my lap watching his eyes.

"Just think about seeing me ok." I added trying to hold onto the urgency in my tone. His eyes following mine careful not to give too much away.

"I'll think about it." He replied finally moving his face back to staring at his hands. I took a deep breath standing up heading for the door.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Michael now talking with Lincoln. I just hoped that he would come round to the idea of me helping him.

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