Sorry that it's been so long but I bring great news, this fic is my number one priority for this extra long weekend. To start off hopfully one of many updateds I bring you a shorter chapter! Yay! Not really sorry that it's kinda short. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own PB.
I find my self laying in a blinding white room, the burgundy curtains pulled closed around the sides. I begin to sit up slowly looking down to see that I am dressed in a hospital gown. I turn on my bed and plant my feet firmly on the ground before standing up. As I stand I become light headed and grasp my head tightly to find multiple layers of gauze wrapped around it. Confused I pull it of my head and make my way out into the hospital waiting room.
I turn to head towards the automatic doors to leave when I am grasped from behind. I spin around ready to defend my self to see that it was Alex accompanied by a nurse. "Alex!" I exclaim in a sigh of relief. "What am I doing here? What happened?"
"You don't remember? It was a pretty bad fall." Alex says as he and the nurse lead me back to the hospital room. "Last week, when we were released from the New Mexico hospital, we flew back up here. At the air port there was a bomb scare. We were on the second floor and attempted to get people out safely. As for you…" I look up at him scarcely. "You were pushed over the railing landing hard on your back and hitting your head resulting in a coma. We thought you were going to be out for a long time Em," An image of a small Asian man pops into my head and I can't recognize him. I screw up my face in frustration. "What is it Em?" Alex questions.
"An Asian man. Did he push me over the railing?" I questions.
"There we so many people there. I didn't see anything," He says hesitantly as if he was hiding something. "Can we get her personal effects please?"
I get dressed in a white skirt suit with a black shirt underneath with matching pumps. I limp out of the bathroom and Alex is waiting with my bag and jacket. He lets me use him as support and we both make our way out to the SUV. I slide into the passengers seat and pick up the pile of files from the side. "Anything big happen while I was gone?"
"Patoshik jumped off a water tower. Cameron was involved in a hit and run - he's fine. Scofield and Burrows recorded a twenty-seven minute message ; leading us in the direction of the president and Sara Tancredi. And Franklin turned himself in claiming he can help bring in Scofield and Burrows." I shift in my seat at every mention of Lincoln, hoping that he and his brother are on the right track and I wont end up having to shoot them down.
We arrive back at the office to find Brad Bellick sitting at our desk. "What the hell are you do here?" The words escape my mouth like venom. I storm into the office pushing the desk chair he is seated in up against the wall. Something about this guy drives my temper through the roof.
"I came for my damn money," He says and I look at him clueless. "The Patoshik reward money. See, how a reward works is, someone gets rewarded the money. And since I'm the one who blood hounded Haywire, the money is rewarded to me."
"You come to my office...?" I choke on my words. "I need to sit down." I gasp as I reach for the couch along the side.
"If you'd returned any of my calls, I wouldn't have had to! We had a deal Mahone." Bellick slurs.
"YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS!" I screech. "I can't take this shit right now. I'm going to talk to Mister Franklin." I storm out of the office both my head and leg in pain and head down to the parking garage. I go to pull out to head down to the prison when Alex jumps out behind the car. I lay my elbow down on the horn my patience thrown out the window. He walks up to the drivers side and taps on the window. The window slides down at the press of a button and I look at him annoyed. "What!"
"Get to Ebert Park, Scofield and Burrows we spotted, I'll handle Franklin." He instructs. I nod and he steps back from the vehicle letting me drive off.
I arrive in Ebert Park to find a few men in suits and a man wearing a towel appearing to be drenched from head to toe. I slide out of the vehicle and limp over to wet man. "Excuse me?" I whistle at him to get his attention. "Agent Johnson FBI. We're you the one who called in the Scofield - Burrows sighting?"
"Yeah" The man says roughly. "I was out cold. I don't know where they went." He jumps ahead of my game.
"And it was their idea for you to meet them here in the middle of Chicago?" I question.
"Yeah."
"Okay, thanks for your time." I state before walking back to lean against the SUV for support. My finger swiftly begin to dial Mahone number when in rings before I can finish. I look at it blankly before holding it up to my ear to here the unknown caller on the other end. "Johnson?" A mans voice erupts from the other end and I can't identify it. "Yes?"
"I must say you must be the second strongest women in these United States. Getting shot then being pushed from the second level of the airport and landing on your head…"
"Who is this?" I question scarcely.
"That doesn't matter Ms. Johnson, the only thing that does is that you know…"
"…Lincoln is innocent."
"That's right. Your a smart one Johnson; you figure out what happens next -"