A/N: Hey there! I'm really, really sorry I haven't updated in about… 4 months but I had to stop writing for school purposes. Anyways, I'm back now and I'm seriously going to try to update more often. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please let me know what you think. 3
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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'Linc, We only have an hour left. If we don't get to her in time, she'll think I left her. Again.' Michael whispered to his brother, worried look on his face.
'Michael, stop worrying. That's still a lot of time. We'll find her.' Linc replied, slightly irritated. Michael had said that about 4 times in the past 30 minutes.
'But what if they get to her first?' Michael said, in an even more disappointed voice.
'Scofield! I can't find a 24-hour Hypermart anywhere here!' Paul shouted as he walked toward where the brothers were standing from the phone booth. He had been looking for it in the phone book.
'Why don't you just call her, man?' Lincoln insisted.
'Don't you think they'd be listening?' Michael said.
'Well, if they were listening then, they would already know where she is by now.' Lincoln commented.
'You're right. I guess I could.' Michael said in a fairly low voice.
'Paul! I need your phone!' Michael shouted to Kellerman, who was a few feet away from him and Lincoln.
'For what?' Kellerman answered back angrily.
'I'm gonna call Sara and ask where she is.' Michael reasoned, still with an angry tone.
'Fine. Make it quick.' Kellerman said, throwing the phone to Michael.
Michael dialed her number as quickly as he could. Brief, Michael. Be brief. No over the top codes and puzzles.
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As Sara got out of the bathroom, fully clothed, greatly refreshed and still towel drying her hair, she noticed her phone ringing on the nights stand by her bed.
'Michael?' Sara said into the phone, as far as she knew he was the only person who knew her phone number.
'Sara.' Michael whispered into the phone, "There's still a very good chance they're listening to this but I need to ask you. What was the name of the motel you checked into?'
'Um, the exact opposite of where I stayed in Gila.' Sara said, smiling, remembering how he would give her a hard time with the puzzles and codes. She was hoping he would get her message. They were listening after all.
'O-okay.' Michael stuttered. He never thought she would put this kind of thing on him.
'Bye, Sara. I need to go. I'll see you later.' He paused, 'I love you.'
'I love you too.'
When all your plans are made out lying on the floor
And all your dreams are turning into nothing more
When all your hope has left
You know you're not alone
Just hold on
Hold on
-Undone by Lifehouse
-oOo-
Agent Mahone entered the Sunrise Motel frantically looking for any sign of Sara. It had been about 2 hours since her phone call with Michael. He didn't want to let them escape from his grasp once again. Not again.
'My name is Special Agent Alexander Mahone, I'm with the FBI.' He said, slipping out his badge to the motel's receptionist.
'I'm looking for this woman,' He stopped for a moment as he took Sara's picture out of his jacket, showing it to the receptionist as he continued, 'Has she booked a room here in the last few hours?'
'Uh, yes. She has.' The receptionist replied lightly. She was clearly agitated by the rather dangerous situation.
'Was she alone?' Alex further interrogated.
'Y-yes, she was.' The receptionist, whose name Mahone had noticed from her name tag was Patty, answered a little louder than her first reply.
Alex sighed in disappointment. He knew they had talked about a meeting but he knew Michael was capable of twisting things up.
'What room is she in?' Mahone grunted.
'Rooms 212 and 213.' The receptionist said, pointing to the direction of the rooms Sara had booked.
'Thank you.' Mahone quickly said.
As he sped off into the direction Patty had pointed outm he took his pen out of his jacket pocket and popped some pills into his mouth.
-oOo-
Sara had just about dried her hair and settled in front of the TV when she heard a knock at the door.
She wasn't expecting anybody, so she had to be careful.
'Who is it?' She shouted, walking closer to the door.
'Room Service.' A man's voice replied.
Sara looked through the peephole. She hadn't ordered any room service. The man was turned around, back towards the door.
Sara quickly opened the door and said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't order any room servi—'
'Hello, Sara.' The man interrupted, turning around to face her.
-oOo-
'So, How did she sound?' Lincoln asked Michael as they headed in the direction of the hotel.
'Uh, okay. I guess.' Michael replied, 'At least okay for a person on the run.'
'That's good.' Lincoln said. He felt guilty Sara had to go through all this because of him. She was always so nice to him in Fox River. And to think this was what she got for doing the right thing.
'She wasn't fine the last time I saw her.' Kellerman muttered under his breath.
'What did you say?' Michael stopped and shouted. He turned around to face Kellerman.
'Nothing.' Kellerman said with a smirk.
'Michael!' Lincoln said, trying to get Michael attention.
'That didn't sound like nothing.' Michael shouted walking towards Kellerman, completely ignoring his brother's call.
'Michael! She's there!' Lincoln shouted this time. After Michael looked at him he pointed to the direction of where Sara was standing.
'Stay behind us.' Michael hissed at Kellerman as he started move towards Sara.
-oOo-
'Hey, Sara.' Michael said as he got close to Sara.
'M-Michael.' Sara said, seemingly uncertain.
'Sara.' Lincoln said from behind Michael.
'Lincoln.' Sara said passively.
'I like what you did with your hair.' Michael said with a small smile.
'Thanks, so um…' Sara let out a small laugh but trailed off.
'Let's go inside and get things straightened out.' Michael attempted to continue Sara's sentence.
But before they could get through the hotel door, something stopped them, or someone rather.
'I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Michael.' Mahone said abruptly, coming out of the corner and aiming his gun to Michael.
'I can't let you do that.'
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