A/N : This is a 'oh my god, what an asshole' chapter. Please let me know if you like it, because I'm not sure I am good at writing scenes like this...Should I be more like this, or stick to the romance?

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"God Damn it!"

Lincoln let out a loud curse, while Paul walked over to his colleague, his gun drawn and pointed towards the threesome.

Michael's eyes went large and his grip on Sara tightened. "Paul, what the hell?"

"I'm sorry," Paul snarled at them. "It's nothing personal. I just needed..." he waved the tape in front of them. "this. And Sara hadn't cooperated, so..." He frowned. "Why the hell am I explaining myself to you."

Londain gave him a sideways glance. "Beats me."

"So this was your plan all along?" Michael spat out,releasing Sara and walking over to the pair of them, standing there all high and mighty...looking as if they owned the world.

"Ah-ah-ah, Michael? Is this a wise move?" Londain had directed his gun at Sara's head and clucked his tongue while slowly shaking his head. "Perhaps –" he continued, his kind voice not matching his deadly intentions. "I should...kill her first? And then you?"

The look in Sara's eyes was one of pure fear, similar to the one he'd seen in those beautiful eyes of hers during the riot. Sara...

Michael wanted to run to her, and to get her safe as fast as he could. But that would only result in her death. Or his death, maybe both. So instead, he tried to send her a warm feeling, an attempt to show her that he would do anything for her. Her eyes softened, as if she'd felt it.

Sara swallowed when the world around her and the agent's threatening voice blurred. She couldn't explain the how, but she felt Michael, deep into the core of her body. She managed a soft smile, until the voice became as clear as day again, slithering through the room.

"Unless, you would want me to be a little more..." the man licked his lips. "creative. I am sure I could find some wonderful things to do to this body. " He grinned. "I am very...flexible."

"Marcus." Kellerman's voice cut through the tension, as Michael strained to hold himself back. Londain was standing far too close to Sara, and the love wasn't enough anymore. "We don't have time for this."

"We don't?" He asked innocently. "Well, last time I checked, you were told to put this lady six feet under. How about we do what Kim asked us to, but have a little fun ourselves."

Michael...Sara's plea resounded in his head. Michael, I'm scared.

Looking deeply into her eyes, he hoped she could feel him. I won't let anything happen to you, he whispered back to her.

"That was when she still had this." He dangled the key in front of his eyes. "Now, she is of no further value to us."

Londain let out a laugh. "Don't tell me you fell for her too? What is it about this woman that fascinates you so?" He trailed a finger down her face. "Do you, perhaps know the answer, Miss Tancredi?"

"Don't touch her." Michael's voice was icecold, which was ironic, seeing as he was the good guy in this whole scenario.

"Oh?" The man had a playful smile on his face and turned to Michael. Lincoln saw his chance and kicked the man from behind, leaving the man to stumble.His hand never let go of the gun and the minute his body hit the cold floor, he immediately rolled onto his back and pointed the gun into Lincoln's face. "Tsk. Mr Burrows, I thought you'd at least more sensible then that."

Kellerman sighed. "We go now, Londain."

"Paul."

"We have what we came for. Any murder we commit to here, will be a trace back to us. We cannot have this. We bind them here, call the cops and be done with it. Let them rot away in jail."

"Along with your precious doctor?"

"Yes." His voice was certain and his eyes connected to Sara's in decision. "Yes. She hasn't been innocent for a long time. Let her die with them."

Londain nodded and roughly grabbed Sara by her wrist, taking her to the chair and binding them with whatever means he could find, while Kellerman did the same to Michael and Lincoln, on the other end of the room. Michael looked at Kellerman in disgust.

"You're despicable."

Kellerman winked at him. "Sticks and stones, Michael. Do you honestly think I care of what you think of me?"

Walking backwards to the front door, he kept his gun trained on them. "Goodbye, boys. Sara."

Londain grinned at Michael. "You can pine for your love over there, Mr Scofield. Ah, all those inches seperating. What a pain." Roughly grabbing Sara's head, he pushed his lips to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth, while she struggled and tried to kick her legs up and into his crotch. He had bound her too tightly and her legs never reached their mark. She butted her head to his, but he kept on forcing, kept on pushing and thrusting.

Michael rattled his handcuffs and pulled at the refrigerator, trying to get free. "STOP" He yelled. "GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU MAGOT." Londain stopped what he was doing to let out a big laugh, before moving in once again.

Sara bit his lips, hard. He could taste the blood, seeping into his mouth. Pulling away, he back-handed her across her face.

"LEAVE! GET AWAY!" Michael had never stopped yelling and fighting to get free.

Sara spit into Londain's face. "Go." She hissed. "Leave."

He stood up and wiped an imaginary plush off of his suit, his blue eyes sparkling with pleasure. "Paul, I think I've had enough of this. Let's move."

Kellerman left, and Londain looked around the room one last time. "Well, it's been a pleasure. Especially you, Mrs. Tancredi. You were very pleasureable."

Michael growled. "Well, Mr. Scofield. She's all yours. Just- go and get her." The door slammed and a soft sob could be heard from the other end of the room.

"Sara –" Michael's voice called out to her, and his handcuffs clattered. "Sara!"

She was silent, until a small voice wafted through the air. "I'm okay."


Evil

Paul started the car with all the ease in the world. Their black Land Rover was hardly suspicious, and they had no one to run from now. He grinned. He was back on top of the chain.

"Yes," he heard his 'partner' say. "The address is 2173 Westfall, in Chicago. You will find Scofield and Burrows there for your taking."

A silence filled the car, while the person on the other end of the line asked a question. Londain smiled. "Who I am doesn't matter, miss. I am only a..." he gave Paul a sideways grin. "...concerned citizen."

Paul barked a laugh when Marcus flipped his phone closed. "Well, thank God there are concerned citizens like you to save the day."


So, what did you think?Pleaaase tell me?

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