Sorry this took so long to post, but I've been really busy with College and writers block, I hope to have the next chapter up sooner...

Chapter 8

My hands forced on Lincoln's chest forcing him back, but it was useless. Lincoln was stronger than me, and Michael was helping me hold Lincoln back.

"You sick Fuck, what you do to her!"

I closed my eyes pushed harder, but he just tried harder to get to Paul.

"Lincoln please." I now pleaded feeling him watch my face. "This won't help you." I added feeling him stop pushed forward.

"Rebecca. Did he hurt you?" Lincoln asked me harsh, and his hand gripped my arm, but it wasn't painful.

I couldn't answer, and Paul's eyes snapped to the door.

"Quick get down." He hissed waving.

Lincoln and I now ducked to the ground keeping quiet. Lincoln placed his arm around me closely, and I could feel his breath on my face.

Paul gave his lie, and Michael gave us the all clear.

I got to my feet, and Lincoln had calmed down, I rested a hand on his chest.

"Lincoln think of the long run please." I whispered lightly watching his face.

"I can't promise much, but I'll try." Lincoln sat back down folding his arms, and I turned to Michael.

"We need to talk…" I grabbed his arm pulling him away.

When I was sure we was out of ear shot I felt my hand reach to hit him, but Michael grabbed my wrist.

"How could you!" I spat feeling my temper building. I just couldn't be near Michael he made me want to rip his head off so badly.

"What did he do to you?" Michael asked quietly.

He was still holding his hand around my wrist tighter. I couldn't keep it in any longer.

"He tortured me, and then tried to kill me, when I didn't tell him about the key!" I quickly rushed the words out.

Michael let my wrist go, and my eyes stared at my feet. I felt sick, and I needed to get it out.

"Michael I moved into Sara's place, and I got the cranes." I lightly took a deep breath.

"He said he was Lance, and I thought he was a friend, then." I froze feeling my stomach churn again.

"Becca, it's going to be ok." He spoke softly, and I sighed.

"How can you say that." My eyes sharp on his. "I mean, I..." I stopped talking.

"I…" I repeated feeling the train stall making me fly into Michael.

He caught me quickly, and I pushed myself off him.

"This isn't good." I then rushed to the other, and Lincoln was sticking his head out the window.

I quickly rushed to his side, and brushed my hands up his back.

"What's going on?" I asked quickly, and tried to see past Lincoln. He turned to face me, and gritted his teeth.

"Police." He snapped, and I turned to Michael.

"They blocked the tracks." Michael spoke slowly.

I rested a hand on Lincoln's shoulders. Lincoln watched my eyes.

Paul stared away from us. His eyes looked to the front of the train.

"Ok, we need to keep this thing moving!" Lincoln snapped, and then headed to the exit. I watched him climb out of that on the top of our coach of the train.

"Quick…" Michael snapped and I shook my head.

"I'm staying here!" watching Michael and Paul head off in the direction of the driver.

I waited and I looked out the Window. I see three men jumping off the train. My heart sudden tight in my chest, and I see the three men starting to run. I jumped to my feet, and felt more panicked. I rushed heading for the door, and I wasn't sure what I was going to do.

They couldn't have left me on the train. They just.

"Becca, don't worry." Lincoln caught me off guard when I opened the door, and held me quickly in his arms.

"They are hot on them guys' tails, and we'll be able to get off ok in Chicago." Lincoln brushed a free hand through my hair.

Michael watching my face, and we all sat back down. I yawned resting into Lincoln's arms.

"Lincoln I don't have a good feeling about this." I spoke softly so only he could hear me. Lincoln brushed the hair out my face, and I could feel his lips press on my temple.

"I know, but it's my last shot." His hand brushing up and down my arm, "you look beat, maybe you should get some sleep." His voice was full of concern.

"No tell me more about your life." I run my finger light up his chest, and he laugh.

"Trust me, not much to tell." He smiled watching my eyes. "Tell me more about you?" He brushed his fingers into mine, and I sighed.

"Not much a fairytale." I felt his eyes pulling mine in deeper. "I'm nothing special."

"You're special to me." Lincoln's voice was profound eyes wide.

I'd nodded squeezing his hand into mine, and then told him all about my childhood. I told him about growing up with my grandmother since my mother abandoned me, and never knowing a father.

For the first time someone listened to me, and I didn't have him judging me, and it made me love him that much more.

Michael and Paul was a head of us getting off the train. I could feel Lincoln pulling my close to him. I didn't like following behind Paul, but I felt safe with Lincoln by my side.

We sat in a small café, and we was going over a way to get into the cigar club, and I felt Lincoln rubbing a hand up my back, and Michael settled the coffee's down in front of us. I found it amusing that all you needed to do was blend.

"I was thinking I could get what's ever in the safe deposit box." Paul spoke smooth, and I held the key close to my chest.

"No I don't think so." I snapped.

Michael sighed watching my face, and Lincoln was ready to dive in my defence.

"Well I think, since the fact we are all labelled with a big America's most wanted…" I started glancing to Michael and Lincoln. "I know someone who can help, but he won't be so big to help…" I spoke slowly, and I folded my fingers around my coffee cup.

"Who would that be?" Michael asked watching my fingers fiddle with the handle of my cup.

"Henry his been a member for years." I said slowly, and Lincoln moved closer to me resting a hand on my waist.

"Did I ever tell you, you're a genius." He kissed my cheek softly, and Paul coughed.

"No but I just been thinking a lot lately." I added twirling the spoon in my coffee cup. Michael nodded with agreement.

"You think you can talk him into it?" Michael asked biting his lip, and I shrugged.

"I don't know Michael. I'll try my best." I then see Lincoln watching Paul who was staring at me.

"I need the rest room." I lightly got to my feet, and walked quickly to the bathroom. I shut the door taking deep breaths. I never thought this was going to be easy. I slowly open the door, and jumped seeing Paul waiting for me.

"Can you leave me alone." I watched his eyes, and I felt him trying to keep my attention.

"I just want to let you know…" he spoke and I cut him off.

"Look just don't tell Linc what happened, that's all I ask. He doesn't need to know what we did." I spoke quickly, and he stared blank at me.

"So it was a mistake to you." he whispered, and I nodded.

"I'm sorry, I don't really like you." My words sharp as I stepped closer to him. "You tortured and tried to kill Me." my eyes studied his, and I took a deep breath. "I hate you, so that doesn't help your case." I then rubbed my arms.

Paul watched my face in understanding of the fact I had no feeling for him. My eyes looked to the table with Lincoln and Michael; they couldn't see me from where I was standing. I turned to face Paul once again.

"I'm going to go back, and you will just act the bad guy ok." I spoke carefully, and he nodded.

"Anything to stop him thinking you're a slut." He spat, and I ignored, and walked back to Michael and Lincoln feeling Paul's eyes burning on my back.

"Becca, if his bothering you…" Lincoln spoke softly brushing a hand up my back pulling me closer to him.

"No… he's not bothering me!" I replied relaxing into Lincoln arms. I never felt strongly to anyone, and being with Lincoln made me feel complete. I watched his eyes on me, and I gave a small smile. "Seriously I'm ok." I added touching my hand to his, and Lincoln nodded slowly.

I see Paul rejoin us, and he gave a sickly smile to Michael. "So you have a plan?" he spoke confidently, and Michael nodded.

"Yeah we going to give Henry Pope a visit…"