I agree and he asks me to stay for dinner and I say ok. Dinner is over and I go home and leave him with a handshake to remember. The end.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break or any of its contents.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to come up with this chapter. I have been very busy and I'm sorry for the wait. Well, I guess that is enough with the talking. Also I have updated my homepage!!!

Next Day…

-------------------- Michael's Apartment ------------------------------ (10:01) --------------------

"Good Morning Tipp City Ohio. Today is going to be partly cloudy with a 90 percent chance of snow so be careful on the roads today…" Michael heard the alarm go off and knocked it off with his right hand which was flung over the bed almost to where it was losing blood flow. He looked toward the bright red letters saying that it was 10 in the morning.

"You…have…to…be…kidding…me…" Scofield glanced toward the wooden nightstand beside his comfy bed and noticed a work schedule directly underneath the once placed alarm clock. He smiled and began to stare blankly toward the piece of paper. "This sucks…" Michael whispered in his raspy morning voice he used just about every morning.

The light from the camel tan window drapes peered through his room exposing the glossy tone of his half naked body. Michael ran a giant hand against his shaven head and sat up in his rather big bed. The blankets from the bed soon fell against the floor to expose his entire body and flawless six pack in which he worked on everyday. His legs were toned as well as any other muscle on the tattooed mans body. A small stream of sweat soon dripped down his face due to the rather high intense furnace in his newly found home.

"Who the hell gets up this early?" He rubbed his medium colored blue eyes and looked into a mirror opposite of his body located on the right wall beside his own private bathroom.

His image in the mirror exposed that of a handsome structure, almost a perfect model in an Abercrombie and Fitch commercial. He gently lifted his body away from the newly messed bed and moaned as he walked toward his bathroom. In his bathroom was a normal toilet, sink and shower as with every other ordinary plain white bathroom. He pulled away the shower curtain and continued to turn the knob of the tub all the way to the red end indicating hot water. Soon enough steam came pouring through the bathroom and began seeping under the large wooden door of the bathroom. Slipping off his red boxers he gently stepped inside the shower and began massaging his own neck and shoulders.

The water coming out of the shower head began splashing against Michael's torso soon rolling down his stomach and against his leg until it hit the bottom of the tub. He looked down toward the bottom of the tub and admired the water seeping into the silver drain. Bubbles from the tattooed man's shampoo began filling the tub until a sudden loud noise under the drain swooped it completely down the drain. He chuckled and turned the water all the way to the right allowing the water to shut off. Grabbing a towel from the side closet he quickly dried his sopping body and placed a clean pair of blue boxers around his now clean waist. Securing the brim of his boxers he smiled and continued to put on his new black work pants. The belt of the pants fit across his waist perfectly.

"How the hell do they expect you to wear a vest with a belt…?" Mumbling to himself he placed the clean white shirt across his chest and began buttoning up his shirt starting against his chest.

The uniform consisting of a plain white shirt, black vest, black dress pants and belt fit around the tattooed man perfectly allowing the tattoos on his skin to be covered just enough for his new job starting today officially. He glanced in the mirror and ran his hand along the side of his cheek and smiled devilishly. Grabbing a crystal clear bottle of cologne, he splashed some on and placed it back upon the sink. Michael walked out the door of the bathroom and exited out of his house.

The shimmering blue Chevy was parked in its normal spot along side of the drive way as usual. He placed the keys inside the door lock and opened the door. Inside the car were nice new leather seats and a cold steering wheel. Scofield jumped up into the driver's seat of the truck and flew down Manchester. He turned right onto Main Street and continued down it for about two minutes until he pulled into Food Town.

…You can get from one place to another in less than five minutes around here…that is either good or really bad…time will decide that…

Jumping out of the car Michael fixed his bunched up dress pants and continued walking into the entrance of his newly found job at Food Town. The manager was off talking to another customer near the produce and all the cashiers were busy. A particular cashier stood out in the eyes of Michael. She was a rather short young dark haired brunette with a tattoo of a rose on the inner wrist of her right hand. The young woman smiled toward Michael and at that very moment he knew it was Nicki. Slyly he crept over to the register and placed a single arm against the tiny make-due wall separating the lines between each cashier. His body weight shifted to that one side.

"I didn't know you worked here Mr. Scofield…" Nicki propped herself against the bag claim area directly in front of Michael. She smiled and looked down at her apron.

"No, I'm surprised to see you here…" Scofield said placing both hands deep inside his pockets to where the average eye was unable to see the many tattoos that filled his complex body.

"It pays the bills and allows Dani to go to school and that is all I'm concerned with. I know it isn't the best job to show for my college education but it is the only one I can work my own hours and make enough money to pay the bills and eat well…" The young woman paused for a moment and smiled. "Someday…"

"What do you mean by 'someday'?" Michael removed himself against the barely standing separator and moved in closer to Nicki. By the look on her face Michael could tell she was nervous. Her body began to shake and her hands inserted her pockets nervously.

"I meant someday I'll be able to get a real job…now if you'll excuse me Mr. Scofield I have to get back to work or George will fire me…It was nice seeing you though…" She let go of the tiny wall behind her and stood directly in front of the cash register in which Michael was right beside.

"Please call me Michael…" He noticed Nicki's shaking hand leave her pocket and find itself against the top of the register. Michael smiled and placed a single hand over her shaking one and looked deep into her blue-ish green eyes.

"Michael, I really have to be getting back to work…" She looked deep into Scofield's eyes and removed her hand from underneath his. Just then a customer appeared into the check out line. "I have to go…"

Without a single word Michael left the register area and proceeded to the back of the store where he found a single storage closet complete with every cleaning product known to man. He shook his head and grabbed the mop and bucket combo then began cleaning down each aisle steadily. Michael noticed from aisle twelve he got a perfect view of Nicki from that special place. She was like an angel despite the silly outfit required by food town. Her eyes let off a rather spectacular glow in which you couldn't notice unless you studied it. The tiny sweat particles came rolling down Michael's content face as he stacked the cans in their rightful places on top of the soup shelf.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Nicki staring directly toward him. He could almost feel an invisible heat ray against his chest from the eyes of Nicki. Michael continued to smile as if he didn't know the intensity of Nicki's eyes against him. George, the manager, began staring toward Nicki and yelled at her but his words were hard for Scofield to interpret. He looked down at his tiny black watch and noticed it was lunch time in which he decided to take his break.

The sign out card was located right next to the entrance. He punched out his time card and placed it back in the slot by the door. Outside he noticed Nicki smoking a cigarette nervously against the window of Food Town. Slowly Michael walked toward the woman and smiled toward her. He rested his body sideways against the window and lit her cigarette with his Harley Davidson lighter.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" Scofield grabbed a cigarette from his own pack and lit it with his lighter. He took in a small puff and merely choked.

"You're not a regular smoker are you?" Nicki giggled and took a small puff out of her own. She breathed it in deeply and exhaled creating a couple small rings of smoke in front of her face.

"No, not usually but since I was…" He paused a moment to realize what he was going to say. Michael threw his cigarette down and stomped on it allowing the flame to leave it. "Would you like to go to Subway with me?"

"Yeah, just let me finish it…" The young woman took in another puff of her cigarette and looked at Michael as she released the smoke from her body.

"…" Michael said nothing and grabbed the cigarette from Nicki's mouth and stomped on it with his boot. He smiled and looked deep into her eyes. "You don't need it…"

"I know you're right but it isn't as easy as you think it would be. I've been smoking ever since I was in High School and a habit like that isn't easy to break…" She placed her pack of cigarettes into her black bag around her shoulder and began walking down the strip mall.

"I didn't mean it like that…" Scofield quickly caught up with the young woman and opened the glass doors to Subway for her. He smiled and watched her walk in the small restaurant.

Michael walked up toward the glass containers and hopped in line directly behind Nicole. He placed his hands on the steel bars in front of him separating the line of the sub station and smiled. Nicki glanced back once and continued to order her own six inch sub. Scofield placed his hands gently behind Nicki against the bar and she smirked. With that he knew she had accepted his apology in her own little way. He preceded onto order his sub, paid for it and sat directly across Nicki in a booth by the window.

"So, what do you think about Tipp City?" Nicki opened her freshly wrapped sub and took a small bite. Michael watched the lettuce fall from her sub and smiled. "Subs can be so messy…so…"

"Tipp City is okay I guess…nothing really special about it necessarily." He looked at her sub and unwrapped his own. "Have you lived here all your life?"

"Nope, I was born and raised in Smithville Texas…" Nicki drawled taking a small sip of her soda in front of her. She looked up at Michael to see the unexpected shocked expression on his face. "What?"

"Nothing, I just didn't notice your accent before…" Scofield rolled up the wrapper from his sub and shot it into the waste can beside the window making a basket. He smiled toward her and chuckled. "I think that is cute…"

Nicki blushed and said "Well, comin' from Texas what'd you expect…?"

"I guess…you…" He blushed and began taking another bite of his lunch sandwich.

"Where are you from? My guess is you ain't from around here…"

"I grew up in a small town just outside of Chicago as a structural engineer at the firm of Middleton, Maxwell and Schaum in downtown Chicago. It was a good career but I wanted to explore the world before settling down again…"

"Wow that is pretty impressive. Why is it that an engineer is working as a janitor at Food Town out of all places…?" She smiled and looked at Michael's pale face.

"It's a long story…" He paused for a moment and chuckled. "It's a really long story in which I'm sure we don't have time for…lets just say that the love of a family member locked me into saving them…"

"That's a great way to put prison I suppose…but I have to wonder why such a good guy would put himself into prison when he had such a great record before…?" A sly smile came across the face of Nicki as she wrapped her unfinished sub.

"How did you find out?"

"Just because I work at Food Town doesn't mean I'm not educated. I went to Texas State studying criminal law and I guess you can say I have 'connections'…"

"Why did you check up on me like that?" The look of content soon turned into a look of possible anger or even better disappointment.

"I'm kidding Michael…calm down…the apartment owners duties was to inform me about your past since you were in the system….that's all. They wanted to know if I felt safe living next to a 'criminal'…and I said I didn't mind…especially one who is so polite as to eat lunch with me…thanks again…"

"It was really no problem at all…except you have some mayonnaise on your…here…" Scofield wiped the tiny bit of mayonnaise from the chin of the woman in front of him. He wiped the mayonnaise from his fingers onto a napkin beside his tray and smiled. "…on your chin…" He finished.

"Thanks…" A sudden grin appeared on Nicki's face as did Michael's. She looked down at her watch and noticed it was time to get back to work. "We ought to be going Michael; George will have a fit if we don't show up to work early…"

"Why is this George guy such an asshole…especially toward you…?"

"I dated his brother Mason…ever since then he hasn't treated me right but I have no choice but to work for him…"

"I'm sorry…"

"Why should you have to be sorry for something you have no control over?" Rolling her eyes she gently placed her unfinished sandwich into her bag and looked over toward Michael.

"…Because he obviously hurt you and nobody deserves to go through such a hurt that even the people around you suffer. I can tell you were hurt undoubtedly by this Mason character but I can only tell you that all guys are jerks…you just have to figure out which ones are worth your time…" Scofield took another sip from his drink and smiled. "And a guys role is to find that woman who lights up your face in sweats and no make-up…"

"I hope you find her…"

"I hope so too…" The tattooed man smiled and opened the door for the young woman.

---------------------- Food Town ------------------------------- (6:29 p.m.) ------------------------

(A/N: Sorry I jumped ahead so quickly but my chapter was getting long and so I wanted to make sure I was able to add the ending. LOL, I'm special )

"I'll be here tomorrow at seven George. You know, just because things didn't work out between Mason and I don't mean I don't' deserve the same amount of respect as any other woman or man for that matter." Nicki grabbed her black bag from underneath the cash register, bundled her coat and headed outside Food Town.

Nicki's red Chevy pick up truck was parked just outside the tiny food store. She held her arms in close around her waist attempting to keep warm from the cold Ohio chills in dead winter. The windshield was completely covered in ice as was the driver's door. She pealed her gloves away from her hands and attempted to open her door but was very unsuccessful. The now confused and worried dark brunette looked around the empty parking lot only to be in more confusion. Turning around she noticed a tall shadow casting above her body, it was no other than Michael.

"First you have trouble lighting your cigarette and now you can open your door. Looks to me as if you need a personal assistant…" Michael grabbed the edge of Nicki's hips and gently moved her out of the way so that he could attempt to open the door. He smiled back toward her and tried to open the door but was unsuccessful in his attempt. "Wow, this door is really stuck…"

"It always does this…every time…I sometimes wonder if George controls the weather and on days he hates me…he just decides to glue my doors together so I'm stranded in the parking lot all night…" Nicki shook her head and leaned against the freezing truck as she opened her new pack of cigarettes.

"I'll take you home Nick. But I'm only going to take you home if you put that cigarette away…" He took his keys out of his pocket and clicked the blue button on the tiny remote that lit up his car in the vast parking lot.

"Alright…" She placed the tiny white cigarette back into her pack and followed Michael to his giant truck located directly in front of her own. "Did you park here on purpose Michael?"

"No…" The tattooed man said shaking his head and opening the passenger side door of his truck. He watched Nicki place a single foot on the running board of the truck and attempted to jump. Michael placed a single hand on her hip and lifted her into the truck. He smiled and closed the door safely. "…Let's go home…"

-------------------------- The apartments ------------------------ (6:43 p.m.) -----------------------

"Thanks for taking me home. I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would have done without you today…" Nicki opened the truck door and jumped out onto the icy drive way. She turned back to look at Michael and smiled.

"It was nice seeing you Nicki. I enjoyed your company…" Scofield blurted out watching Nicki turn back and smiled. He hopped out of his own truck and walked toward the front end of his truck and placed his extended arms over the hood of his beloved truck.

"Would you like to come to dinner Michael? I have a crock pot full of soup…that's of course if you want to come. I do believe I owe you for the ride home…" She smiled and gently walked in front of Michael standing just below his chin within a safe distance.

"I would but I don't want to interfere with your plans Nicole…" He smiled toward her and noticed her shaking body within the cold weather.

"You're not going to interfere with any of my plans. Hell, I don't even have any plans tonight…Dani is out with some guy she told me about and I'm home alone tonight…" She stuttered her words as her body grew colder.

"That would be great…now why don't you go inside and get warm…" Michael grabbed Nicki's hand and led her into her own apartment. He sat her down on the couch beside the door and covered her with the blanket beside the couch.

"Wait, I have to get your soup…" Nicki tried to lift her body away from the couch but was too weak to do so. Her body began shaking even more as she lifted higher.

"Don't' worry; I'll take care of it…" Scofield smiled and walked into the kitchen in search of the freshly made soup.

Michael looked around the rather small ally kitchen and saw a giant pot full of vegetable soup. He lifted the lid to the soup and noticed the appetizing aroma followed by the steam of the heat. A couple blue bowls were placed right next to the crock pot in which he filled with the plentiful soup. He grabbed a couple of spoons from the dishwasher and carried the soup out to the freezing cold woman. Nicki was wrapped tightly in her snowman fleece blanket and her face was a delicate and as pale as ever.

"Thanks for the soup…" Nicki remarked unfolding her hands to grab her bowl of soup from Michael. Her hands shook like mini earthquakes creating a strong ripple in the soup.

"How about I help you…" Scofield sat his bowl of soup onto the coffee table and grabbed her bowl from her own hands. He placed her hands back under the blanket and scooped a single spoonful of soup into her mouth.

"Thanks…this weather is hard on me…" She smiled and accepted the spoonful of soup followed by a small cough.

"Hold on…I make you some tea for that cold…" He sat the soup on the coffee table directly by his own and smiled. "I'll be back in a moment.

Nicki looked up at Michael and watched him smile deeply toward her. The heart inside her very chest grew warm and inviting against her blanket. She watched him enter her kitchen in search of tea and smiled. Many noises and occasional bits of frustration could be heard from the kitchen inside her apartment. She glanced into the kitchen to find Scofield looking hard into the cabinets for tea but was unsuccessful by the frustrated look on his face.

"There is no tea…" Michael walked back out into the living room and shook his head. "Would you like me to go out and get some tea for you?" He zipped his coat up and began to turn the knob until he heard a tiny snore from the couch.

…She fell asleep despite the racket from the kitchen? She looks so beautiful when she sleeps…Wait…should I carry her into bed? No, that would look funny…Well the least I could do is cover her up…

Gently Michael covered her up and smiled. He pecked her on the forehead gently and watched the young brunette toss her body to the other side of the couch and smile in her sleep. Michael walked toward the front door, locked it and shut the door behind him.

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A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this. My college prep classes have been getting in the way of my writing…either that or my writing has been getting in the way of my College prep classes? Well whatever way it goes I'll try and do better from now on…Also, I would love a review!! I'm kind of sad, I don't even have one yet. LoL, I'm a dork!!!