Sorry for the delay but I've been working on another story. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR MY OWN IDEAS!

I finally decided that I really need help. Every dream so far has been about Lincoln. I needed to get out of here and soon. I sat up and leaned my head against the wall. Okay. try to think about something else. I can draw something. I grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper from under my pillow. The paper already had a drawing on it and guess who it was of. Lincoln.

"Damn it!" I said as I shoved it back under my pillow. I threw my pencil at the wall and put my head in my hands. All of the cells opened and I stood up and walked out of my cell. I went around the corner and Michael was right there.

"Jesus, Michael" I breathed out. "I need your help with something." Michael stated seriously.

"What is it?"

"Can you draw?" Michael asked. "Yeah. Why?"

"Grab a pencil, some pieces of paper, and come with me." he said gesturing towards my cell. I grabbed my drawing pad and the pencil. He put his arm around me and we walked to the infirmary. Sara was arranging some things when she turned around to see us.

"Oh hello, what can I do for you Michael?" she asked.

"We need the room." he said, sitting me down in a chair. "Michael, I ca-"

"Please." he begged quietly. She thought about it then nodded. She exited the room and I looked up at Michael who was taking his shirt off.

"Michael, what are you doing?" I asked standing up. "I need you to draw my tattoos."

"Any one in particular?" I asked. "My back."

"All of it?" I asked with wide eyes. "All of it." he said turning around so I could see his back.

"If you say so." I said as I began drawing.

"You have to do this perfectly, no mistakes. I mean it." he said.

"Yeah, no pressure or anything." I whispered as I continued to draw.

"Map of the prison. Am I right?" I asked. "Yeah." he said leaning on the table. I got up to look at the little details. I ran my fingers over one spot and Michael shivered.

"Sorry." I said awkwardly. I just couldn't figure out where the one line went.

I finally got half of it done and I set the two pieces of paper on the table in front of Michael. He examined both of the papers as I began to draw the next spot.

"Wait, so this is the pipes running through the asylum, right?" I asked running my fingers over the tattoo on his shoulder.

"Yeah, how'd you know that?" he asked turning his head slightly. I sighed

"Do you remember when I visited you and your work detail?" I asked.

"Yeah." he said.

"Well, you wouldn't stop talking my ear off about it." I said smiling.

"I wasn't that bad."

I traced my finger along one line. "This pipe runs through the asylum to the infirmary, the pipe that they never bothered to replace. Is that enough to convince you?"

He nodded, "For now." he said.

"I'm almost done" I said drawing some more. I was almost done until Lincoln and Sara burst into the room. And I had my hand on Michael's back and he was shirtless. This must look really strange right now.

"What the hell is going on?" Lincoln shouted.

"Yeah, an explanation would be nice." Sara said, crossing her arms.

"This isn't what it looks like." Michael said turning around.

"What were you guys doing then?" Sara asked.

"Michael, I don't think you should tell her about it." I whispered gesturing towards the papers.

"I have no choice" he said grabbing the papers.

Michael and I told Sara about the escape and her and Lincoln about the drawings.

"Michael, by the way I didn't finish the drawings" I said looking up at him.

"You can finish tomorrow." he said putting his shirt back on. I nodded and we were all taken back to our cells with the exception of Lincoln who was with Dr. Tancredi.

The day went by fast and then it was finally time for me to try to get sleep. I made a few copies of Michael's tattoos for me to keep just in case. I put it under my pillow and tied my hair up, falling to asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow

I forced my heavy eyes open. I didn't want to get up at all but I forced myself to anyway. I walked to the mirror and took the hair tie out of my hair. My hair was slightly curly, not too much. I took two bobby pins and clipped the front of my hair back around the sides.

"The ward- wow you look nice!" Patterson said as I turned around.

"Uhm, Thanks? So the warden wanted to see me." I said nodding.

"Uh, yeah. Open on 41!" he shouted. My cell opened and my handcuffs weren't put on. I went to say something but Patterson cut me off.

"The warden requested to leave them off, so they are staying off." he said as he started to walk. Michael and Sucre's cell was right next to mine. When I walked pass Michael smiled at me like he knew where I was going or something. I shook it off and kept walking.

We finally approached the wardens office and my heart sped up. I was never one to get nervous but it just happens sometimes.

"Warden, Amber's here." he said knocking on the door.

"Send her in." I heard the warden say. Patterson opened the door for me and I walked in. Patterson shut the door and I looked at the warden.

"Please, sit." he said, gesturing towards the chair across from his desk. I sat down and crossed my legs.

"So, in case you didn't know, I have Michael Scofield working on a replica of the Taj Mahal for me. It's supposed to be a present for my wife." he said pointing towards a room in the back.

"So, why am I here?" I asked tilting my head.

"Well, I need it done by June so I was wondering if you could give Scofield a hand in making it?" he asked.

"Uh, I don't know if I'd be any help" I said, trying to get out of it.

"Well, I don't think that's necessarily true. Scofield said that he taught you a few things in engineering." he said with a small smirk.

"That son of bitch." I whispered to myself.

I sighed, "Fine, I'll do it." I said sighing again.

"I'll get Scofield down here and you two can start working." he said as he walked out to talk to Patterson.

I was sitting in an office chair so I started spinning around.

"Don't hurt yourself." I heard Michael say after a while.

I stopped in front of him, "Don't be a smartass." I snickered.

I stood up and followed him into the room. On a table there stood a beautiful replica of the Taj Mahal. I looked in the middle and noticed that the structure was caving in.

"Woah, that definitely needs to be fixed." I said, lifting my head up.

"Besides that I think it looks great, so far." I said, glancing towards Michael. We got to work and started adding more support into the center.

LINCOLN'S POINT OF VIEW (IN HIS CELL)

I sighed as I caught myself thinking about Amber again. Well, there were never times that I didn't think about her. Her silky hair, soft skin, lovely curves, her killer smile, and her amazing personality. I shifted on my bed. I missed her so much but soon enough we'd be together. Together outside of the walls. I sat up. I needed to see her today and I couldn't wait until P.I.

My lunch came through the slot and I grabbed it.

"Hey, boss?" I asked, keeping my lunch slightly inside of the slot so he didn't close it.

"Yeah?" Patterson asked.

"Is there anyway I could talk to another convict alone?" I asked.

"It depends on who, and you'd need to speak with the warden." he said.

"Then I want to speak with the warden."

"Eat your lunch, but I'll just make it easy. Who do you want to talk to?" he asked.

"Amber Bliss." I said. It even killed me to say her name sometimes.

"Alright, I'll try." he said. I took my lunch and sat down on my bed.

Amber's Point Of View

Michael and I were eating lunch around the Taj Mahal. We were laughing as we joked with each other until we were interrupted by the warden.

"Michael, you are being taken back to your cell and Amber, you're being taken to a conjugal visitation room to talk someone" he said as we stood up.

"What the fuck? That's allowed? Who is it?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Another con. And I'm the warden, this is a favor for you." he said.

I was escorted to the visitation room by Patterson. When I was at the door he took my cuffs off and began to speak.

"You will have all the privacy you need in this room. When you're done, there is a button on the inside to buzz me and I'll escort you back to your cell. Okay?" he asked. I nodded and he opened the door. It was almost like a bedroom but the thing that stood out the most was Lincoln sitting on the bed.

He stood up and took a good look at me.

"You look amazing." he said as he grabbed my hand and twirled me around. I was speechless. We were so close to each other, inches away. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. His hands were at my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips retreated from my lips and trailed down my neck.

"Lincoln..." I breathed as he pushed me against the wall still kissing my neck. His lips came back up to mine. Our tongues clashing. I rested my arms around his neck. He broke the kiss to look at me.

"I love you." we whispered at the same time. Our laughs echoed throughout the room and I pulled him back to me, capturing his lips. My hands trailed down his chest. He grabbed my arms and pinned them to the wall. I smiled against his lips. I pushed my hips forward to his. He held my hands against the wall with one hand an pushed my hips back with his other hand. A soft whimper escaped my lips. I could feel his smile against my lips. I wanted him now.

I broke the kiss, "Lincoln, please." I breathed out.

He smiled, "Fine." he said as he let go of my arms and hip. My arms went around him and my hips were against his. I caught his lips and he pushed me onto the bed. He lifted my shirt off and began kissing me again...

Meanwhile in Michael and Sucre's cell

"Who do you think is visiting her?" Michael asked as he paced back and forth. Sucre was sitting on the top bunk reading.

"I don't know." he said flipping the page.

"The warden said that it was another con and the only other con that she knows is...oh god." he said as he stopped pacing.

"What?" Sucre asked setting down the magazine.

"Lincoln." he said quietly.

"What type of room are they in?" Sucre asked sitting up.

"Conjugal visitation room." Michael said with wide eyes.

"Wow. They obviously had to pull a few strings to get in there." Sucre said, hopping down from the top bunk.

"The warden set it up." Michael said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Sucre laughed. "What's so funny?" Michael asked crossing his arms.

"Well, obviously they're...ya know..." Sucre said awkwardly.

"Did you really have to make this conversation more awkward?" Michael asked, running his hand through his hair.

Meanwhile in the Conjugal Room

I put my leggings and shirt back on while Lincoln was putting his clothes back on. I slid on my shoes and fixed up my hair in the mirror. Lincoln came up behind me, put his hand around my waist, and kissed my cheek. He rested his head on my shoulder and looked in the mirror with me.

"You know that I think about you all the time right?" he asked, rubbing my back.

"I think about you all the time." I said, turning around to face him.

He put his hand on my cheek and pulled me to his lips. It was a very gentle kiss. We broke it and just looked at each other with smiles on our faces. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his chest. His arms were around me and he was rubbing my back.

"I love you. I always have." he whispered.

"I love you too." I whispered back while I closed my eyes. Trying to savor this moment. Savoring his warmth and love. He was now mine and I was his.

Forever.