Hey guys. I finished this chapter forever ago in my notebook buts its taken ages to type up because I've not been at home much. I'm halfway through the next chapter too.

Disclaimer- None of the characters or places in this story belong to me and I do not make a profit from this story.

Anyway on with the story…

CHAPTER SIX

Sara was exhausted, to say the least. It was three hours since she had found Paul on her bathroom floor and she had only just finished tending his wounds, cleaning him up and getting him comfortable. Neither of which had been easy.

In the long hours she had spent alone here she had thought about Paul every now and then. He was, after all, the reason she would not be in prison for the next eight years. She knew what he had done for hr was a big personal sacrifice, which was why she had chosen to forgive him for his previous actions (i.e. holding her underneath a bathtub of water and pressing an iron into the water with her). But never had she anticipated that he would be the victim of attempted murder.

No. Not murder. Whoever had done this (and Sara suspected it was his former colleges) had known exactly what they were doing and had made certain that his wounds were not fatal, but would cause an immeasurable amount of pain.

Sara figured she could take a short nap before checking on him. She had left him in the bathroom; he was too heavy for her to carry by herself. But she had made him as comfortable as she could by resting him upon the cushions from the couch in her room and clean sheets.

She threw his bloody clothes into the hamper with her own dirty things (there had been clean ones in the box beneath the medical supplies) and all but collapsed onto her bed. When she awoke she realised that for the first time in a while she had not dreamt of Michael. Instead she had envisioned the death of her father whose body had then turned into Paul's, writhing on the floor in pain as a dark figure with a shadowed face stood over him.

The next thing she realised was that she had slept for much longer than she had planned. Deciding to think about her dream later she got up and went to check on Paul. She made a short stop in the kitchen for water. If Paul was awake he would need to drink something.

When she entered the bathroom she was surprised to see the cushions and sheets she had set up for Paul piled up neatly by the door. But even more surprised to see Paul was now on a hospital type bed, complete with wheels.

Thanking whatever angel that was obviously looking after her she carefully wheeled the bed into her own bedroom not only would he be warmer but she would be there when he regained consciousness.

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Jane Barrow lay on her bed wide awake. It was almost midnight but her reason for being in bed had nothing to do with sleeping. In fact, she was lying, fully clothed, shoes and all clutching a set of car keys and listening intently to the muffled voices coming from her sitting room.

She could barely hear the male voices of Lincoln and his son over the blare from the TV in the adjoining room. But she knew LJ would be going off to bed soon which would trigger the reason she was lying in bed dressed and holding her neighbours car keys.

Why not the keys to her own car? Jane rightfully expected that her car would be in use no more than 15 minutes from now. For the last two nights she had heard her car pull out of the driveway and off into the night shortly after hearing the younger Lincoln wish his father good night. And tonight she was going to put a stop to whatever had Lincoln running off during the night. She was intent on discovering whatever it was that Lincoln only seemed to find fascinating in the dead of night.

Sure enough five minutes later she heard the teenager mumble 'goodnight' then five minutes later- almost to the second she heard the quiet but nonetheless unmistakable sound of the front door opening and then closing again.

Quickly and stealthily Jane made her way out of her room. On her way to the door she collided with something in the dark- something rather large- and moving!

"Oomph! What are you doing?" it was LJ.

"I'm following your dad." She replied.

"You're stalking him now?" the teenager joked.

"No it's not healthy. If he's sneaking around there's a problem. And I need to get to the bottom of it." She continued to the door at the sound of her car starting from the garage.

"I'm coming with you" LJ said, grabbing is hoes from by the door.

Jane considered arguing with the boy, but it would take too long. The boy was as stubborn and as hot headed as his father and she didn't have the time for it.

"Ok, lets be quick ok?"

"As the opened the front door they saw Jane's car start off down the long street. They ran to the red beat-up car Jane had borrowed from her neighbour, and Jane stuck the key in the ignition and took off after her friend.

Jane was careful to stay a safe distance behind Linc, not wanting him to see them following him, the man was paranoid enough. She took a few side streets and back alleys so they weren't always in his line of vision. After twenty minutes of tailing him it became apparent to Jane where Linc was headed. She took a different route and got there 5 minutes after he did.

When she pulled up directly behind her car she turned to LJ. "I'm going to go speak to him alone Ok? It's just, your not a big talker and I think I know what to shay to get him talking." She explained.

"Sure" LJ agreed and continued to flick through radio stations searching for something half decent to listen to.

Jane got out of the car and walked up to the passenger side of her own. As she sat down in the seat she took a few seconds to look at the familiar black gate in front of them before turning to Lincoln. She was just about to start speaking when he said, without changing his line of vision from dead ahead

"You shouldn't have followed me, and if you're going to tell me not to come here anymore then you're wasting you time."

Jane understood his being her when he believed that all the answers to his question lay behind this gate but she didn't understand what he hoped to accomplish by staring at an iron gate night after night and told him so.

"Soon enough I'll think of something. Of a way to get me in there, and find out what they're doing" Linc explained.

"Can't you do that at home?" Jane asked, concerned.

"No. being here helps. It keeps me motivated. Makes me remember what I'm trying to do. If I were at home I'd be comfortable whilst Mike and Sara are suffering or dead."

"But I can't see any way you can get in there. I'd suggest kidnapping one of their men and modifying his ID to sneak you in. But you have one of the most recognisable faces in the country." Jane said.

"Couldn't we get one of their own to work for us?" Linc asked grasping at straws.

"There's no way we could be certain of where their loyalties lie otherwise it would be good plan."

"Isn't it worth the chance? I'm sick of doing nothing. It's driving me crazy. Mike risked his life for me. But what am I doing when he's in trouble? That's right I'm drinking bears and relaxing!" Linc ranted answering his own question. "I've just never felt so downright useless!"

Jane couldn't recall a time in her life when she had seen such a strong (both physically and emotionally) man break down so completely. But Linc just let go and began to cry. Tim McGraw got it right she thought to herself I don't know why they say grown men don't cry.

"Come here." She said and held out her arms. Linc unashamedly leaned into Jane's embrace and sobbed into her shoulder for a few minutes. Jane just sat there and rubbed his back. Shed always found crying therapeutic. A right of passage when life was hard that you had take before things improved.

Once Linc had cried himself out, he sat up and muttered 'sorry' upon seeing the damp patch he had left on the shoulder of Jane's sweater. Then he looked Jane in the eye and said simply 'thank you'.

Jane didn't reply. She felt like she hadn't really done anything. But for a reason she couldn't find she felt drawn to Lincoln in this moment and instinctively and spontaneously she leaned in and kissed him.

Lincoln didn't resist. He had no reason to. He'd been in prison for 3 and a half years, on the run for two and a half months afterwards he was about as eager for the comfort of a woman as a man could be and Jane was beautiful. Of course he didn't want to scare her off with his eagerness so he let her take the lead and responded accordingly. When she deepened the kiss the childish part of his brain was practically screaming 'Go for it! She wants you!' But the adult art reminded him that his teenage son was in a parked car 20 yards behind them.

He was spared the mental argument though because Jane ended the kiss almost as abruptly as she had started it. She smiled bashfully and Linc loved it- shyness in a woman that could kiss like that was so sexy.

"I'm gonna go back with you in this car. I'm just going to go give LJ the keys to the other one." She did this and then returned to her car and Lincoln. "Lets go home" she said. Linc didn't argue and drove.

When they got home LJ hugged his dad with a gruff "you ok?"

"I'm fine Goodnight."

"Night dad, night Jane" and with hat the teen turned and headed for his room silently hoping that these night time adventures wouldn't become a habit of his dads.

"Well goodnight." Linc said not sure what to do or say to Jane now. He shot her a smile and then headed to his room.

"Where are you going?" Jane asked.

"To bed" Linc replied confused.

"You don't want to come to bed with me?" she asked in a mock hurt tone.

Linc smiled, kissed her gently and took her hand and walked toward the bedroom his head full ideas on how he was going to spend the next few hours – not one of them involved sleeping.

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Michael took a few deep steadying breaths as he looked into the eyes of his enemy. There were only a few people in this world that he hated more than this man. Not only because he had preyed on the weak young men in prison but for the reason he was locked away for in the first place. Before Michael had begun his one man mission to save his brother he had done a lot of charity work with children and he had seen the effects of people like T-Bag and it had sickened him. Of course the fact that he had tried to kill Michael didn't help.

"Well Pretty? Cat got you tongue?" the southerner drawled.

"I have nothing left to say to you."

"Oh now that's just not true is it? I believe you're capable of the words 'I'm' and 'sorry'"

"Maybe but I'm also capable of the sentence 'when hell freezes over'" Michael replied a viciousness he had not known he possessed in his voice now.

"I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement pretty." T-bag pressed.

"Sod off." Sucre spat, apparently finding his voice again.

"Now here I am being perfectly civil and you two are being unbelievably hostile. Or maybe that's the problem. Pretty and his amigo here don't like playing nice." He moved suddenly pinning Michael up against the wall with his arm pinning him by his neck. "They like it rough" he said smirking suggestively in a tone that made Michaels insides turn unpleasantly

"Is there a problem here?" the arrival of Matt and his two 'bodyguards' couldn't be more perfect. Marty and the other guy (Michael could never remember his name) pulled T-Bag off of him and put hi in the same position Michael had been in moments ago.

Michael rubbed his neck and muttered "thanks for the help" to Sucre who was standing stock still apparently I shock again. Michael owed a lot to Sucre but even he had to admit his best friend wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Now" began Marty, almost nose to nose with T-Bag. "This isn't a problem yet. But bother Scofield again and there will be aint that right Dean?" (So that was the other guy's name)

"Yep, one more incident like this and we can get you another hand to match that one." Dean sneered looking at the artificial hand on T-Bags arm. "And if your reel unlucky you can have new feet to go with them." Dean finished.

"Do you understand?" Marty asked wanting to back sure T-Bag had gotten the message.

"Sure." he said, his voice strained. All of this reminded Michael of the time Abruzzi had threatened T-Bag on his behalf – god rest the mobster's soul.

"Now walk away." Marty instructed. T-Bag sauntered away but not without a backward glance at Michael letting him know that he wasn't done yet.

Matt came up to Mike and asked "Who was that guy?"

"That was Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell, one of the guys who broke out of Fox River with me." Michael told him.

"And what problem has he got with you." Matt seemed to be full of questions tonight.

"Well…" Michael said wondering where to begin. "He thinks I killed his lover, I stopped him going after young inmates because he disturbed one so much he committed suicide, and then of course he got his hand chopped off because of me." Michael said.

"Yeah that and you tried to kill him." Sucre said.

"Now you decide to contribute?" Michael asked incredulous. Sucre just smiled. "Did I forget anything?" he asked.

"No, that sounds about right Papi. Oh wait didn't you lock him in the trunk of a car for hours?" he asked. Michael didn't answer.

"So…" Matt pondered his next question "how's the digging going?"

"Well if there are no nasty surprises we should only need another two days to dig, a day to figure out where the pipes lead and the day after we can go." Michael explained.

"OK. I'll let the powers that be know." Matt said.

"Just one thing," Michael said quickly before Matt could walk away. "Before we go there's a prisoner here, a guy named Bellick. I know your guys might be reluctant but can you talk them into protecting him in exchange for the whereabouts of Sucre's girl? She's expecting and has locked her away somewhere. He's an old CO from Fox River." Michael asked.

"I can try. I'm not sure the guys will want to though if he used to be a copper."

"Please man, this is my kid we're talking about." Sucre pleaded desperately.

"Calm down." Mike said soothingly. Sucre's passion for those he loved was both admirable and troublesome. Mike feared that it would, one day, get his friend into trouble. If of course trouble could get any deeper than it already was.

Michael once again turned his attention to Matt. "Maricruz's whereabouts and the promise of Sara's safety and we will be out and gone in four days time." Michael promised.

You'll do anything for love huh?" Matt asked half mockingly.

Although Matt's question had been meant as rhetorical Mike smiled and replied "You bet."

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