(chapter contains a scene of sexual nature)

Chapter 10

Bruce took me to an office of what he said to be the trusted person. I smiled when the man took my hand. "Hi I'm Cooper Green." He said shaking my hand, I lightly smiled and then looked to him.

"Sorry you don't mind if I make a phone call?" I asked looking over to the phone.

"Yeah, sure." Cooper pointed.

I quickly dialled the cell phone number, and waited while it rung.

"Lincoln!" I spoke quickly when he answered the phone.

I listen to his deep breathing before he spoke. "Becca now isn't a good time!" he sounded deep in thought, but I wasn't sure.

"Linc this man, Cooper Green I'm with him, he can help." I tried to sound calm, but something in his next words bothered me.

"Michael's with him now…" his voice trailed off, and I felt my stomach twist.

"No Lincoln, I'm looking right at him." I felt my palms sweat, and I didn't know what to say.

"Becca I've got to go…" Lincoln hung up, and I turned to Bruce wondering what was going on.

I called Lincoln back a few minutes later, and Lincoln informed me of the fake Cooper Green. I could understand, but now Michael and Lincoln turned up at the office. I sat down on a couch listening to the conversation again. This time I blocked it from my mind.

"So do we have anything useful?" Lincoln asked from another side of the room, and I could feel all eyes on Cooper. He clicked about but I could see from where I was sitting the problem.

"This is a copy, and so only has the date of when it was copied." He started.

Lincoln couldn't understand what he was saying, but I understood perfectly.

"There is no evidence that says this conversation happened after Terrence's death." Cooper sighed taking the memory stick out of his laptop, and I bit my lip.

"There is no way this could stand up in a court of law." The words were like the final nail in the coffin.

Michael resting his hands against the window frames, and I avoided looking at anyone.

I was tortured for nothing important. I got to my feet feeling helpless again.

"On the other hand this can be useful for another thing." He held it up, and Lincoln and Michael were both lost.

"I can assume this is a conversation the president doesn't want anyone to hear…" Cooper's voice gave off the biggest hint, and the side of my lips twitched into a smile.

"You saying we black mail her!" Lincoln spoke softly, and Cooper nodded.

Michael took the memory stick from him, and nodded. "Thank you for all your help."

Cooper smiled with a faint nodded. "It was nothing. Take care…"

"The press conference is tomorrow…" I said looking to the chine's food on the table, and didn't really feel that hungry.

Michael taking a box and started to eat slowly and Lincoln more focused on me.

"You have to eat something." I turned watching Lincoln push a pack of fried rice under my nose.

"I'm not feeling that hungry right now." I whispered pushing the food away. Truth was since everything that was going on. My mind was too busy to register anything else but tomorrow.

Michael kept eating, and I lifted the food lightly picking at it. Lincoln relaxed back down into the chair.

"I think I will go to the hotel, the conference is at." Michael spoke.

I relaxed more into the chair, and rested closer to Lincoln.

"Well I can call on a favour, down the docks, so I can set up so she can hear the conversation we have…" Lincoln leaned forward, and placed his empty box down looking intense.

I didn't really know my place in this, and then I felt there eyes on me.

"Becca, would you like to come with me?" I felt Lincoln brush a hand under my chin.

"Yeah sure!" placing the food down, I got to my feet stretching out. "I'm going to shower and sleep…" I smiled to Lincoln and Michael before leaving them, and headed for the bathroom.

Getting under the warm water my mind would keep working over time. I knew that this plan could go horribly wrong, and Michael could get hurt. Or possible killed. I mentally gave up lightly resting my forehead on the wall feeling the water running over me. I wanted some way of this all being some kind of dream and I was going to wake up. Be back at my old Job, and Michael Scofield never came to Fox River.

Getting out I lightly wrapped a towel around me drying my hair with another. Looking in the mirror just caught my attention. My hair black didn't seem the same. I missed my long blonde hair, and my skin was pale. It was if I wasn't the same person I was a few months ago. I didn't like the person I was seeing.

Sitting down beside the sink I rested my head between my knees pulling them close to my chest. I wasn't really in complete understanding, and I just couldn't get my head to think anything normal is ever going to happen to me again.

My head shot up with the light tapping of the door. "Becca… Becca are you ok?" Lincoln's voice was careful on the other side of the door. I rubbed my hands through my hair, and swallowed nothing getting back on my feet. "I'm fine." I opened the door, and I looked up to Lincoln's face.

"I was just wondered…" he said lightly.

I watched him slowly back away from the door, and my hand reached for his.

"I'm just scared." I stammered glancing to my feet.

His fingertips gentle on my chin tilted my face so my eyes could meet his, and I felt myself biting my trembling lip.

"Hey, Hey, I'm scared too, and I wouldn't let anyone hurt you." His voice was soothing, and I felt his free hand running down my arm. It was like electricity in the feeling of his skin touching mine. I felt frozen to the spot, but yet every part of me was on fire.

Lincoln could feel it too, or I assumed he did. His lips lightly brushed on mine, and his hands went to my waist holding me against him.

We moved lightly building intensity in the kiss, and my hands tightly around his back holding me closer to him.

My back was against the wall, and Lincoln kissed me more passionate. My hands running to the front of his shirt pulling it open. His shrugged the shirt off, his lips moved down my jaw line, slowly down my throat. I gasped lightly feeling my knees tremble in an attempted to stand upright.

Lincoln carried on lightly running his lips to the base of my throat. Every kiss was making it harder for me to breathe. I gripped onto his belt, and his lips brushing over my ear. His hands were holding me up, and my body was shaking.

"Becca, I don't know what I'd do without you." Lincoln spoke softly into my ear, and I closed my eyes feeling him kiss me deeply.

Feeling the towel dropped around my feet. Lincoln now lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist lightly sucking and nibbling his earlobe.

Laying me down I kept my eyes on Lincoln's and my heart raced harder in my chest. I moved up the bed sitting up, and held in a giggle.

"What!" Lincoln's voice confused, but I held my hands over my mouth.

"Sorry, just I giggle when I'm nervous." I spoke through my hands, and he placed his hands to his belt unbuckling it.

"I should let you sleep…" he spoke again looking to the door.

I crawled to him in a rush. "Please, stay…" I whispered watching his eyes on mine. His hands cupped my face, and leaning down kissing me, I moved my hands to finish undoing his belt.

"Rebecca… I don't want to rush you." Lincoln spoke breathless as my fingers slipping his jeans open.

"I'm not a child Lincoln, and you're not rushing me…" I replied brushing my hand over his face, and he lightly brushed his lips over my fingertips.

Lincoln slipping out of his jeans, and it was like my heart was thumping harder in my chest. My eyes closed I could feel his fingertips travelling down my arms holding me still against him. I opened my eye slowly studying his features, and I moved my hand slowly down his chest. I could feel his heart racing, and his eyes never left my face.

Lincoln laid me down lightly, and kissed me slowly, and deep. His fingers slipping up my thigh slower and I couldn't control my breathing. He made every touch feather light, sending shivers through all of my body. He even kissed down my body with perfect time to the beat of my heart racing faster.

When I started to trace my fingers down his chest, and I lightly motioned him to lay still. His eyes wide watching me, and I smiled leaning down kissing him again. My hand moving slower down his chest, and gaining confidence I lightly ran my fingers over his member, and rubbed my fingertips teasingly up and down. Lincoln moaning lightly runs his finger into my hair, and pulling my lips to his.

I position myself on top him as I slowly felt him enter me. Lincoln held my hips as he sat with his back against the headboard. We slowly made love, and I felt his lips kissing every part of me he could. I speed up, and felt his hands move around my back guiding me. His moans were soft as I lightly panted kissing his neck more roughly. My body wanting more, and I never wanted to let go. Lincoln moved his hands holding me face to look into my eyes. I kept them open speaking through them, and he understood.

The more shivers shocking through me, and I couldn't hold back my moans. Lincoln holding me tightly on him, and it felt like pure electricity my climax fell in sync with his, and we slowed down.

Catching my breath I watched his eyes closer now, and he kissed my forehead before hugging my tightly.

"I don't want to ever lose you." He whispered into my hair holding my face staring deeply into my eyes.

I simply nodded, and kissed him softly. "Never, you're stuck with me." I replied hearing let out a small laugh.

"I hope you mean that…" his added brushing my hair out my face.

I needed moving now to lie down. Lincoln moved with me, and rested my head on his chest. I lightly placed my head, and felt his heart beat still racing against my cheek.

"I can never lie to you…" I whispered letting out a small yawn.

Lincoln rubbed his hand down my back pulling the covers over us. I lightly closed my eyes slipping into a peaceful sleep.

Lincoln held me all through the night, and I knew this was the way it was meant to be. In that moment everything wasn't so complicated, it was simple.