Michael put the files down on the hotel room table. His eyes widened.

"What?"

"Your mom.. she was one of the main bosses. She was right under the general."

He slid the file over to me so I could take a look for myself. He wasn't kidding.

"That doesn't surprise me. Nothing does anymore."

We all sat down at the table and we each took a handful of files my mom gave me.

Lincoln looked at her, then at his brother. There was something definitely there, but neither of them were willing to admit it. He doesn't blame his brother for not wanting to admit it though. He feels like he will be forgetting Sara if he does move on with someone else again. That's how he felt when he met Sophia. He thought about how Veronica would feel if he knew he was falling for someone else that wasn't her. But knowing Veronica since they were kids, she would want him to be happy. And now he was. Sophia was in Panama waiting for him with his son. Maybe, if Lisa and Michael have some more alone time together, maybe they will come to realize what Lincoln sees.

Lincoln got up from the table, reaching for the keys.

"Linc, where are you going?"

"I'm going to get us some food. Call me if you two find anything."

It was quiet for a while between Michael and me. We were just looking at files and more file. I closed the ones in front of me because they were starting to all blend together and look the same. I rested my head in my hands trying to clear my head from the madness that was surrounding me . Michael looked up from the pile he had in front of him, seeing Lisa was holding her head.

"Lis, you okay?"

"Not really. I can't stop thinking about my mom. I was so close to her, yet I didn't really know her at all. Now, I'm going to have to plan a funeral for my whole family when I'm done with this. It's just.. so surreal."

I lifted my head and opened the files again. Michael reached over and touched my hand. My eyes were glued on our hands for a good minute. Every time he touched me, it felt like an electric current running through my body and my breath would hitch in my throat. He started stroking my hand lightly with his calloused thumb.

"After this is all over, I can stay and help you through this. You shouldn't have to do that by yourself."

"Michael that's sweet, but as soon as this exchange happens tomorrow, I think you should just go to Panama with your brother. I don't want you to change your plans because of me."

"Lis, I think my plans changed the moment you helped me out of that bar."

A small grin made its way on my face. He was such a good guy. It seemed like they came in short supply these days.

"Thanks Michael."

"You're welcome."

After a few minutes, he moved his hand from mine. Thank god, because I don't know how much of that I could take before I would try to make a move on him. God, did I really just think that!

"Michael..."

He looked up from the file in front of him and right at me.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For cheating on you."

"Lis.."

I know he was going to try to brush it off and say not to worry about it. But since we were spending all this time together, I know that he still thinks about it even though he wont say he is.

"No, I never said I was sorry. Not a day goes by that I didn't regret it."

"I've forgiven you a long time ago. The truth is, I was more mad at myself than at you. I was the one who drove you away."

"It still doesn't justify what I did."

"The past is the past. "

"Okay, whatever you say."

"So.. um who is this guy we are meeting tomorrow morning?"

His name is Matthew Weaver. He's working with the company for 15 years."

"What made him go from bad guy to good guy?"

"The company killed his family."

"Yeah, that can always turn someone around."

Lincoln came back after thirty minutes of being out. He held up a bag that was labeled Taco Bell.

"I hope this will do."

I flashed a smile at him.

"It's perfect."

We devoured our tacos and continued working. It was getting late and we started yawning one at a time. Michael closed the files in front of him.

"I think we should get some sleep. "

I nodded.

"I'm in agreement with you. These past few hours have been eventful. "

I dressed down and was under the covers. Lincoln was already in his bed, lightly snoring.

Michael came out of the hotel bathroom and looked at me. If I didnt know any better, he looked a bit uncomfortable about us sharing a bed together.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Michael, don't be stupid. I wont attack you. I can control myself. "

I turned in the bed facing the window, bringing the blankets up to my chest.

For a split second, he remembered what sex was like with Lisa. It brought a small grin on his face, and he quickly shook it off. Oh god, what is he doing! If he kept thinking about it, he would need a cold shower. He got in the bed next to her, feeling a ping of guilt in his stomach. He hasn't thought about another woman since Sara. It wasn't right . He couldn't do that again. Michael moved to the other side of the bed as much as possible and shut his eyes, anticipating what tomorrow morning will bring. It could be two things. A complete success or an absolute failure that will make them go on the run again.