So sorry that it's been so long but I have had a very crappy last few weeks. If anyone thinks they can cheer me up message me!

Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.


I stare wide eyed in horror at Sucre. How could he being doing this? To his best friend of all people! Suddenly Sucre trains the gun on me and I freeze. "What the hell do you think are you doing?" I say calmly on the edge from crying. With and shake of his hand he directs me to go over to him. Always listen to the man with the gun! Runs through my mind as I cautiously walk over to him. I grabs me tightly and cocks the gun to my temple.

"Sucre, whatever it is you want…" Michael trails off as he slowly tries to approach us. Sucre jerks back and says. "I want the money! All of it - The money was never yours to begin with. This is about business. Five million dollars worth of business,"

"So this is how it's gonna go down, huh? After everything. Once a thief, always a thief," I breath deeply as a single tear travels down my left cheek.

"You just figuring that out? The backpack. NOW!" Sucre demands as he shakes me rapidly. Michael hands Sucre the bag and Sucre pushes me at Michael - like a trade. I quickly cling onto Michael and he gently kisses me on the top of my head as he wraps one of his arms around my back.

"Yo, take a look around you, papi. There's four of us. There's one of you. You are outnumbered, man, and we will come after you," C-Note declares.

"It'll be the last thing you do, my brother," Sucre says as he edges towards the door to make a getaway.

"What, are you gonna shoot all of us?" T-Bag drawls.

"Probably not," Sucre says and fires the gun inches from T-Bags feet causing him to jump back. But I will get two. Now, which two is it gonna be?" Sucre asks and no one moves. "That's what I thought. Adios, amigos," Sucre leaves and Michael lets out a deep breath.

"Michael. It's okay, we'll get the money another way," I assure him and he runs his hand down my back. "It's not that…" He trails off. I look up at him my mouth dry. "Then what is it?" I look up at him and he is silent. I notice that C-Note, and T-Bag are looking at Michael also awaiting an answer. "I thought Sucre was going to hurt you," Michael says and I hug him tightly.

"I'm sorry to break up yer little love fest, but I thought you was compadres, Tattoo?" T-Bag asks.

"Things aren't always as they seem," I sigh.

"The police are gonna be here any second!" C-note exclaims suddenly. I fallow Michael into the dining room where Jeanette and her daughter Ann are still tied up. I grab a butter knife out of the kitchen drawer and hand it to Ann. "All right, I'm gonna give you this, and you should be able to cut yourself free in about an hour,"

"Yo, so, what's the plan now?" C-Note questions as he joins us in the dining room.

"Well, you can do what you want. I let that psychopath T-Bag loose once. I'm not gonna do it again," Michael says. "Make a nice little present for the police when they get here," We re-enter the garage to find that T-Bag had fled. "Where is he?"

"I don't know, man. Look, I gotta...I gotta go, all right? Uh...good luck," C-Note says before taking off. Michael quickly rushes into the kitchen grabbing the police radio and he leads me out of the house. Our hands intertwined Michael leads us in the directions of the woods. We run deeper and deeper into the woods and we hear a motorcycle engine running and we pick up speed. The engine cuts out as we walk up behind Sucre - he spins around and holds the gun up. "Adios, amigos, huh?" Michael questions.

"What? Too much?" Sucre smiles widely and we all begin to laugh. We all surround the bag and look down at it. "Splitting it four ways. Me, you, Mona and Linc,"

"Five," Michael corrects him. "We gotta send a share to Charles' daughter. With her father's love, just like I promised,"

"What about C-Note? Feel kinda bad about the whole thing," I sigh.

"No way to know if we could trust him. Once we get down to Panama, we'll send something out to his family. Make sure he's taken care of," Michael assures me and I nod. Sucre opens the backpack and his face stretches as his jaw drops. I look down into the bag to see that it is full of magazines. "Where the hell's the money? Where the hell is the money?" A quick image of T-Bag flashes through my mind. I run at the bag brutally kicking it while slurring "That one handed! Son of a -" the magazines flutter in the wind as I fall back the ground due to my ankle getting caught in the bag strap. "Were screwed! We're screwed!"

"We're not screwed Mona - Just let me think…" Michael says as he crouches down.

"Maybe it's still back at the house," Sucre attempts to be optimistic.

"The money's not back at the house, unless T-Bag is. He switched the packs. I just know it!" I bring him back down to our pessimistic level. "What...what do we do...what do we do now?"

"We still got the five grand we took when we pocketed the money," Michael points out. "It's not gonna be five million, but it might be enough to get us where we're going," Michael finishes and the Police radio suddenly crackles "All units be advised, escaped convicts from Fox River have been positively ID'd at eleven thirty-one Monterey Lane. We have dogs being dispatched to the location. I want every road in or out of town blocked off. I don't care if it's on wheels, rails or hooves. I want it stopped and searched,"

The three of us quickly jump up and begin to walk through the woods - Sucre pulling the motor cycle beside him. We soon come to a river and sirens fill the air. "We're never gonna get out of here on the roads. We gotta lose the bike," Michael says stiffly. "Uh-uh, no way," Sucre protests stubbornly.

"The roads are sealed. It's the only way we're gonna make it out," I point out - trying to be sympathetic.

"I can't! I promised Petey…" He trails off.

"We're not getting that thing across the river...and every minute we spend trying is a minute we don't have, okay? I'm sorry, but we gotta move," I apologise, take the motorcycle from him and lean it on a near by tree. I look up and down the river and Michael points out a fallen tree log. He leads us over to it and gestures me to go first. I step onto the log and it shakes slightly. As the guys step on behind me it sets the log off balance and I wobble as I try to regain myself. "Stop kidding around," Michael hollers and I suddenly fall into the river below. I kick my legs around the water trying to swim up when my left leg gets stuck. I pull at it but it wont budge from beneath the tree. I quickly do a sit up motion and up to my shoulders goes above water where begin to choke up water and sputter.

"Mona! You all right, babe?" Michael asks - I sense the worry in his voice.

"I don't wanna alarm you but I can't...I can't move,"

"You feel like you broke anything?" Sucre ask.

"No, I don't think so. Can you get it...? Can you guys get it off of me?" I question weekly.

"We'll try," Michael says then he and Sucre jump into the water. I feel their attempt on moving the log but it seems to just put more pressur on my leg. "This thing's not going anywhere. I'm gonna check your foot," Michael says then dives down under. I feel his hands wrap around my leg and he attempts to pull. It doesn't give. He gives up then comes above the surface. "I'm sorry, babe. It's stuck,"

"It's gonna be okay, right? I mean, if you can get eight people out of prison, you can get my skinny white ass out of this, right? Can't you?" I question as I spit water out of my mouth. I here a snap of twigs as Michael and Sucre try to move the log. Suddenly a buzzer sounds in the distance then a low horn echoes.

"Did you hear that?" Michael questions with a hint of hope. "I know that sound. There's a dam up river. It's a signal. It means they're opening the locks. That means the water level's gonna rise. When it does, the log will just float right off,"

"Yeah?" I ask hopefully when the radio cuts in from the banks. "K-23, canine units at the scene have multiple scents and are spreading out into the field. These guys can't have gotten far,"

"There were six cons back at that house. They'll be tracking us in every direction. It'll take them hours to make it over this far. By that time, the water level will rise and we'll be long gone," Michael assures Sucre and I. The water slowly rises and Michael joins me in the water to hold my head above it.

"This isn't how it's supposed to go. The reason I went along with the break was to have a life without being raped every night - to have a proper life. And now what? I'll always be looking over my shoulder? What kind of life is that?"

"Your coming with me and Linc to Panama. Start over," Michael states.

"The longer you stay here, the more the chance there is you'll never make it to Panama," I spit water out of my mouth as dogs barks get closer. "You got people to think about. Your brother. Your nephew,"

"And you," Michael says softly.

"Dogs locked in. We got two trails merging. We need to set up a one-mile perimeter and then start closing in," The radio crackles at water fills my nostrils. I quickly lift my head of higher and gasp "It's getting deeper - So how come this freaking tree ain't moving yet?"

Michael quickly dives down under, tugging on my foot once more. It not coming loose. He soon resurfaces.

"Look, Michael...I understand if you have to keep going, you know?" I say while spitting water out of my mouth.

"Just shut up. I'm not going anywhere. If I leave, you drown," Michael says sternly. "I know, but just…" I grow to protest but he cuts me off. "The water level's getting higher, Mona. How many seconds can you hold your breath? Forty-five? Sixty? That's how long you've got to live if Sucre and I take off,"

"How long do you have if you stay? How long till the dogs lead the cops here?" I counter his questions as I stare up at him helplessly.

"What you're suggesting is not an option," He says as he looks down at me with his soft icy blue eyes. "Look, I ain't trying to be a hero or nothing. We both know there are only two things that can happen now. Leave me here...or we both get caught,"