Gretchen was standing on a bridge when she looked to see Olivia and Lincoln heading towards her, she didn't expect to see them both, her eyes shifted from Lincoln to Olivia's with a smirk. "I guess you're here, to be making sure his mistake doesn't happen again." Her eyes looking serious, "I just want to say," her voice dropped. "That I am just a solider, if you had to understand the mechanics of what I had to do to that woman, it was horrible." Her eyes focused. "The last thing I want to have to do, is to do that to an eleven year old girl, or a sixteen year old boy." Her tone was dry. "So if you try and pull a stunt like that again!" he finger pointed out to Lincoln.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry okay? It won't happen again we've established this all ready." Lincoln tried not to be nervous.
"I also want to let you know, you're right," Olivia stated, "Because like you, Linc is a solider, he fights, he cares, but he doesn't have the rational mind."
Gretchen nodded, "Well, I know that you're not so innocent yourself," her eyes looking over Olivia, "Five times, first in the side, missed vital organs and arteries, twice, just in the lower intestines, and finally, twice, right in the heart." Her voice was aloof. "I have to say, looks like a very passionate murder."
"A woman's got to do, what she's got to do to survive," her eyes scanning the other woman over, "but I don't need to tell you that, so what is the plan?"
"That is for you, to get Whistler from Sona," Gretchen folded her arms, "you've got less than a week, and I'll tell you, what I told him, just get him out, if you need anything," her voice smooth, "and I mean anything, I am just a phone call away." She suddenly drew her attention to Lincoln. "Also, I'll need the real bird book," her tone carefree with an edge, "You're handwriting hasn't changed since eighth grade."
Lincoln narrowed his eyes at Susan, "I." He stopped himself, putting his hands casually into his Jean pockets, inhaling carefully "don't have it."
Olivia rolled her eyes, she moved closer to Lincoln reaching into his pocket, in her hand was the book, "Here," she passed it to Susan.
"Thank you," her tone dry, "See if she wasn't here, you pulled that," her eyes narrowed, "I'd be sending bit of your son to you, do you want that?"
Olivia held her hands up, "It's no need to resort to that," her tone careful, "I will need to go, make arrangements with the Grave digger, I'll find out, what is needed and I'll phone you with more information."
"Good," Susan smirked, "I can see you've got a brain in the lovely head of yours, hope you get to keep it on your shoulders." Her voice was cold as she watched them walking away.
Olivia turned to Lincoln, "From now on, with her, I do the talking, you just," she exhaled brushing her hair back trying to catch her breathe, "I should have been doing this not you."
Turning to face her Lincoln looked mad "I know what I'm doing okay? Trust me I know this to okay these people you have to make them know they aren't in full control." he nodded.
"Yes, but last I checked, they are in control," her eyes fixed on his, "They have my daughter, so if she tell me to kill a thousand men, I'll kill every single one, if it meant getting my daughter back." Her face moved away from his, she felt her stomach knot, she knew it was just another annoying symptom; she was getting sick and tired of them. "Can we for once act like we like each other long enough to get our kids back, then you can do the hell you want." She brushed her hand into her hair.
Lincoln looked annoyed and narrow eyes at Olivia before nodded "Fine yes okay... Deal." he looked from her to the clock in the cities centre.
For a fraction of a second, Olivia kept focused on him, her hands going into her pockets. "We better get back to the hotel, see if Nikole and Fernando are okay." Her eyes were looking to the clock.
Lincoln nodded to agree but made another face. "I don't like Nikole being around, I don't trust her - how are you sure this whole emotionally broken down what-ever she is, is actually real and not just an act?" Lincoln questioned Olivia now.
"Well, I've taken into consideration, you don't trust anyone," Olivia kept moving awkwardly, "but if you don't mind, I need to eat something, get to Sona, and see how Michael is." her eyes slowly going over Lincoln's face, "Also, it's going to be how to tell Michael that Sara is dead."
Feeling himself looking at his shoes, he looked back up to Olivia, "I was thinking about... Not telling him - at least not for now. Because he might not bother anymore, give up and there is L.J. and Elle." Lincoln brushed his hand over his head.
"You're honestly thinking Michael is going to be like that?" Olivia asked while walking slowly over to a cart, she didn't know what it sold, but the food smelt nice, so for now, she wanted to eat. "Cos I know that when you lie to Michael, and he finds the lie out," she shook her head. "He's not a happy mole."
Nodding; "I know that, 'Livia, but at the same time, I don't want to risk my son - or your daughter." He added on at the end before sighing. "Fine, tell him if you want - I don't care." Lincoln slipped his hands into his jeans. His purple silky shirt was buttoned to the half way mark.
"Why are you taking this attitude with me?" she asked, Olivia didn't know why this was how it was, but then she remembered she made it like this. Taking her hands into her pocket. Her eyes focused on his shirt, seeing the exposed skin, she inhaled closing her eyes for a second.
"I'm not taking an attitude with you, Olivia - I'm stressed out, I'm exhausted and possibly suffering heat stroke." He admitted honestly. He could feel his body sweating, like it was an engine over heating.
For a second Olivia nodded, "Yeah," she brushed a hand down her stomach feeling her shirt sticking to her, "Going to shower, very cold shower." she kept looking around the area, she knew she needed a cold shower for more reasons than one. "So where are we going first?"
Thinking about it, Lincoln looked toward the Western sky. "How about, SONA, mainly for the fact, the sooner we finish there, the sooner we can get out of the heat." He nodded, taking his hands from his jeans.
"Yeah," Olivia kept thinking about the watching Lincoln with a careful eye. "The sooner I get out the heat, the better for," she stopped, "just best." she walked to a place where they could get a cab, holding off food for a while.
Lincoln had given her an odd expression, while standing beside her now. Watching the different coloured cabs driving through Panama City.
He held out his hand and flagged out down. As it pulled off to the side, Lincoln opened and held the back door open for her.
"Thank you," Olivia got into the cab sitting down, her eyes focused at the window while slowly looking to the Drive, "Sona prisión por favor," she leant back into the chair looking to Lincoln beside her. "I need to ask," she inhaled, "Are we," she paused feeling like an idiot now.
"Are we, what?" Lincoln glanced from looking out the window at her as the taxi driver started pulling away from the sidewalk toward the dusty road toward SONA.
"I," she felt herself trying hard not to blush, "We've not really spoken since that night," she added while playing with the bottom of her shirt feeling like a bashful school girl, she never stopped thinking about that night, but she wasn't sure what she was going to act if her and Lincoln were working together.
Lincoln for a moment like he had no idea what she was actually talking about, Lincoln finally clued in, "Oh, oh... " He said before trailing off, biting the corner of his left lip with his tooth, thinking about it. "I; about that." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't plan that you know - it just kind of happened."
"Just kind of happened," Olivia laughed, "you know I have bruises on my thighs," she glanced down to her shorts, "Also," she kept feeling like it was like she was trying to find the right words. "What come over you, me, I think I'm a mean drunk." she then remembered she won't be getting drunk any time soon.
Lincoln snickered, "I, I guess I just got to a place where I was really mad. I couldn't take it out on some random Panamanian dude by punching him in the face so ... It became a sexual anger." He said while playing with his fingers.
"Sexual Anger," Olivia repeated, "Lincoln, when I shouted that I hate you," she played with her hands, "I don't hate you, but," she froze looking to the prison coming into view, "I just think we've moved a little faster than I thought I would move."
"So, I wasn't the only one thinking that." Lincoln said as the driver stopped, turning around for payment. Lincoln reached into his pocket, paying with American money, before getting out of the taxi, standing waiting for Olivia to get out.
Standing beside him, Olivia kept watching Lincoln, "So are we on a break, or are we?" her voice trailed off looking to the prison again, she thought of the idea of telling Michael about Sara, but froze.
"Together?" He suggested before actually taking the options into consideration. "What would you... Think, would be best?" They were walking toward the hut with the logbook.
Olivia kept looking to the sign in book, "I don't really know," she wasn't angry any more, but also she kept thinking about everything. "I need to know everything you've done until now." she glanced to the guard; she gave him a soft smile. "buenos días guapo..."
Rafael looking over the obviously American, smirked for a minute before remembering his wife, his children. "Pueda ayudar usted con algo?" He asked her, ignoring the tall man standing beside her looking lost, dazed and very confused.
"Con sólo visitar, así que estoy bien," Olivia kept herself happy, her eyes going to Lincoln, "Come on," she pushed him out the other side while nodded back to the guard, "We will off telling him, for now."
Nodding while hearing his shoes crunching into the dry dirt that the sun was beating down on without mercy. "Scofield you have a visitor, Scofield you have a visitor. Lincoln listened to the voice over the PA system inside the prison as they came to stand by the wooden rail along the visitation box, preventing people from getting against the fence on the outside.
Michael walked into the visitation area, he felt weird seeing Olivia and Lincoln standing next to each other, but the gap between them make him nervous. "What happened?" he asked looking to Lincoln.
"Oh," Olivia now laughed, "I see who put you up to it," she then looked to Michael, "It went bad," she then pointed, "but we need a way to get this plan a rolling."
Lincoln stared to his brother; all he could picture was the blood soaked box, opening the lid from it and the smell, the smell of blood and flesh in the sun. The ginger hair, the hair that belonged to Sara Tancredi, He shook the thought after a minute, letting out a breath. "Any ideas?" He asked simply.
Michael inhaled, "Well, I know that one fact, this is going to be a harder escape, but first I need you to do something." he focused on Lincoln, "I need you to make an arrangement, with the gravedigger."
Olivia nodded, "well, that is a start, also what about this James Whistler, is he what he says he is?"
Michael inhaled, "Well, he's still playing the fisherman story, being here with his girlfriend," he side glanced to Lincoln.
"Girlfriend..." Olivia dragged out, her eyes side glancing to Lincoln.
Lincoln felt to many sets of eyes on him, he looked from Michael to Olivia and took a step back to the side, still staring. Before clearing his throat. "Girlfriend?" Lincoln questioned carefully, his eyes were staring into Michael's.
"Well I had Whistler telling me, that you was all over his girlfriend." Michael said quickly.
Olivia nodded, "Well it's typical," she kept calm, "but that isn't the point, I want to know?" she kept looking to Michael, "what do I need to ask of the Gravedigger?"
"Oh, well I need to know if he'll do something on the outside, the fence doesn't work, but it needs to be cut, without being cut."
"And how, exactly do you intend to do that Michael?" Lincoln started getting into the conversation; still pushing the memory of Sara's head in the box by the trash cans deep down from his head.
"Olivia," he spoke, it seemed his brother was having a mood, "The stuff they used to stop the smell of decomposition," his tone smooth.
Olivia nodded, "Yeah, oh," she laughed, "Michael, you are just," she bowed down, "you're da man."
"Yeah, hi - Lincoln Burrows here." Lincoln gave a half wave. "Mind explaining to someone without a super genius brain what we are doing?" He looked vastly annoyed.
"We are going to the Gravedigger," she pointed out, "First we're going to the hotel," she smiled to Michael; "Take care of Fluffy." her tone light and carefree.
Michael nodded, "Don't stray to far from the flock," he responded walking back to the main prison while Olivia looked to Lincoln now.
"You don't need to worry about the what and how, you just need to bring them glorious muscles with us," she bit her lip lightly starting to head for the exit.
"Yeah, maybe I don't need to know, maybe I am just the brawn on the operation. But it's still nice to know, you know." He saw the taxi waiting for them again.
Olivia lightly pouted, "but you're the attractive one," she placed her arms around his bicep; "I'll promise on the ride back I'll explain what the point of the gravedigger is." she kept smiling lightly.
Lincoln kept staring at her with a serious expression for a long minute. Before a small smile appeared over his lips. "Okay, deal." he nodded getting into the taxi after she did.
Getting back to the hotel, Olivia kept looking back to Lincoln trying to control the fact she was meant to be taking a break from him, but wanting something, and control something was two different things. "So, we need to," she paused, "Talk to Nikole, then I will just," she held her mouth for a second, "I gotta." she rushed into the room, passed Nikole on the bed to the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
Nikole who had been lying down and staring at the window covered by the curtains didn't move until she heard Olivia throwing up in the washroom, which even with the door closed, you could hear. It made Nikole want to throw up.
"Livia, you okay?" She asked genuinely concerned but her tone was just dull, sitting up and walking over to the washroom standing beside the closed door.
"I'm good," she opened the door, not the time, she thought, "Heat, it's making me feel sick," she made the lie sound believable looking to Nikole, "We're going on a field trip, you wanna..." she stopped hearing the door knock, her eyes going to Lincoln, she stepped closer to the door seeing a woman on the other side, "you expecting anyone?"
Lincoln kept his face straight, "Depends, who is ... it." He said opening the door.
Sofia was standing on the other side. Her eyebrows to closely grown together so she looked like her eyebrows were knitted together all the time.
"Lincoln." She said his voice like she wanted to suck his penis.
Lincoln stared, "Sofia, what are you... Doing here?" He glanced around. Trying to play it cool.
Nikole had noticed the woman Lincoln had named Sofia. A strong odour as some into the room, Nikole covered her mouth and nose. "Is someone eating fish?" She looked disgusted.
Olivia's arms folded over each other across her chest, "So Lincoln," she said his name as if he answered her question wrong, she was going to rip his balls off. "Don't know of Whistler's girlfriend?" she asked, "not on a first name bases with a woman who smells like rotten cabbage left in the sun," she turned to the woman named Sofia, "Have you ever hear of a shower, they are quiet useful."
Sofia turned to look at the beautiful American woman who'd just insulted her. "Lincoln, if this is how I am going to be treated! I wont have you - at all!" Sofia's voice was sharp.
Lincoln looked like that kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Nikole still with her hand over her mouth, looking like she wanted to throw up.
"No need to be over rational." Lincoln tried to defuse the situation.
"Have you," Olivia kept looking in complete shock, "Have you," her voice squeak, "You are really that stupid." she looked to the woman, "I am so out of here," she pushed pass Lincoln and Sofia, she needed to get to the gravedigger and didn't have time to be fooling around with a stupid woman who had problems speaking.
Sofia looked kind of pleased with herself, before seeing Nikole brushed passed and following Olivia out of the hotel room. "Wait up! Don't leave me near them!" She caught up to Olivia the smell of fish still lingering in the air.
"Sorry, just," Olivia turned around, "If he wants to put his penis in that, he's more than welcome to it." she pressed the button for the lift, "Work!" she pressed it faster, hoping it would make it get here quicker. "I am having a hormonal moment, am I?"
Nodding and putting her hand on her shoulder, "Yes, yes you are - and it's okay. Let it all out." Nikole rubbed her shoulder as the elevator doors slide open.
Olivia got into the lift, she placed her hands into her pocket, "He's going cheap, he's going to fuck her, cos she's cheap and easy, and he's doing it, cos he knows that..." she exhaled, "I am going to fuck Sucre," she folded her arms, "I am going to hump the shit out of him, I am going to grab him and ride him until six am!" her voice went rough, "He's going to have friction burn on his cock when I am done with him..."
Nikole shook her head, covering her ears. "I-I don't ... Want to know what you plan to do with Fernando, but." She paused, uncovering her ears. "Are you..? Will that honestly make any difference or will it just make it worse?"
"It'll make it worse," Olivia, admitted her bad idea, was that, bad. "I just don't get it, I mean," she exhaled, "I just keep getting this feeling in my head, that maybe I was never meant to be with him..."
"Well; when you think about the future, do you see Lincoln with you? I mean can you look at the future and see Lincoln here, in the memories, the person you'd wake up to every day?" Nikole asked lightly.
Looking to the buttons lighting up as the elevator went down, Olivia kept playing with her clothes. "I see him," she kept her voice low, "But maybe I just blew everything, so now I'll just have to live with me myself and I..." she glanced to her stomach, "And, him or she..."
"If you can see, Lincoln in that future - then you belong together and it will work itself out, eventually." Nikole looked from Olivia grate in the elevator, before down to the closed doors as they moved down.
Olivia laughed, "Sorry," she stopped, then started to laugh again, "I am just hoping you're right." she watched the doors opening, getting out, "But," she waved keys, "you think you can find what car belongs to the stinky lady?"
Nikole took the keys slowly from Olivia's. Scanning over the key, seeing the logo of the car manufacturer on it. She looked into the tiny parking lot of the hotel. "That one." She pointed to the only car in the lot that was the same brand as the key.
"You know, I never was a bad person," Olivia walked towards the car, "But you know being on the inside." she glanced to the car, "Thank god it's a convertible..."
"Do you want to drive - or will I?" Nikole kept looking at the car; the smell of fish wasn't as horrible within the car because the outside air could get to it.
"You drive, I've not driven a car in lots of years," she pointed out getting to the passenger side, "Plus, it's going to be a while until she notice her car's gone." she glanced over Nikole, "you are going to be a safer driver."
"Wouldn't dream of doing something reckless." Nikole had gotten into the drives side.
Turning the engine on, while looking around the car, adjusting the steering wheel. Pulling the seat belt on. Before putting the car into drive.
"Right," Olivia said while driving back from the Gravedigger's place, "I don't know if it's me, but a lot of people from here smell..." she kept looking to the car they were driving in, "But I better phone Susan..." she paused, "Do you know a Susan B Anthony that works for the Company?"
Thinking about the name, Nikole thought long and hard about it. "I, don't think so? What's she look, like?" She glanced to Olivia while stopping at a Stop sign, wondering about the Fifteen Thousand dollars.
"Well," Olivia closed her eyes, "About five foot seven, dark hair, her eyes," she paused, "They are like yours, but icier..." she then remembered, "Has a cocky attitude."
Thinking once more, her mind trying to work out a mental image. "No, sorry - the face seems like maybe but the name." Nikole waved her hand around carefully. "Nothing, sorry."
"Well, maybe she's a contractor," Olivia kept watching Nikole driving, "That Linc's not going to be happy we did this." she took a cell phone out, "Hello, Susan," she said lightly. "Yeah, he said he wanted Fifteen grand," speaking into the phone she twirled her hair lightly, she giggled, "Yeah, sure, I can make it, just going to," she paused, "Yeah, I need to shower, so I'll meet you at the bar..."
Pulling back into the hotel parking lot. Sofia was waiting, looking upset and really angry at the both of them.
"You stole my car!" She snapped at Nikole who was getting out of the driver side.
"I borrowed it, don't worry it still smells like home for you." She tossed the keys back at Sofia's face - who tried catching them but dropped them.
"I'll go shower," Olivia made her way into the hotel, it wasn't long before she was at the hotel room walking in looking to Lincoln, "I got a meeting with Susan in ten," she glanced to the bathroom. "I need to shower first..." her eyes kept looking over him.
"A meeting with her? What did you do?" Lincoln was watching her like a hawk, thinking about how he tried to get to Sara, Elle May and L.J. and what had happened.
"Gravedigger," she could see Lincoln was alone in the room, "He wants fifteen grand, so need to meet Susan," she slowly started to unbutton her shirt. "You are more than welcome to join me." she started to head to the bathroom.
Standing still, Lincoln thought long and hard, "I'm assuming we are talking about the meeting and not the... Shower?" His eyebrows pulled together. Watching her walking away from him.
For a second there was silence, Olivia poked her head out of the bathroom, "Well, if you insist." she kept looking over him with a small bit of her lip, "I won't be too long." she closed the door slowly feeling herself smirking.
"Okay, so... No funny stuff, just the Fifteen thousand." Lincoln was talking to himself as Olivia and himself were walking toward the bar they would usually always meet in now.
Olivia felt better after the shower, "Well, for what he said, fifteen grand," she placed her hands on her hips, wearing a black dress, the lack of pockets felt weird, her hair pulled up into a ponytail, she still missed the length she used to have.
Looking over the dress, Lincoln liked the way it clung in the right places. "I like the dress, very stylish." He pointed at it, as the cool air of the bar hit them as they walked into it from the outside heat.
"Well, I thought you'd like it," she kept in sync with him, her eyes glanced to the side of his face, "so why is this Sofia hanging around?" her voice calm.
"She thinks she can be involved with this because Whistler is her boyfriend, she wants to be nosy and if you haven't noticed..." He paused as they took a seat in the place they normally did. "She seems to think she controls the show."
"Well, I never thought you was into locals," she sat on her chair, she folded her hands onto her lap, "would you like a drink?" she asked reaching into her bra taking a note out, "Get me a lemon water." she had a light smile on her face.
"I'm not into her..." Lincoln said carefully while taking the money from her hand, "Lemon water, right." He stood up again, heading across toward the bar.
Olivia nodded while looking to her watch, she felt a little bad about lying, they didn't have to be here for a while, but wanted to have the time alone with Lincoln to try and tell him the truth.
"Lemon water." He placed it down on the table in front of them while sitting down with a beer in a pint glass. Handing her, her change.
"Ta," she then placed it into the bra, "so, while we're alone," she folded her legs lightly, "I have to talk to you about something."
Lincoln sipped the beer while looking at her nodded. "Oh, okay? What?" he was wondering?
"Well, it's just when," she stopped looking to Susan walking into the bar, she was smirking to Lincoln and Olivia.
She quickly sat down looking to them closely. "Well, I have the money, but I am wanting to meet with this man also." she kept focused.
"Why, you don't trust us?" Lincoln said sipping his beer again but his tone was indifferent, he smirked.
"I have Fifteen grand here," she kept looking, "A lot of things you can do with this money, and I want to make sure." she placed the envelope on the table.
Olivia changed her legs, she kept looking to Susan, "well, I would use the money to start my own evil cooperation, but damn." she shook her head, "There already is one."
Lincoln laughed, a short and dark laugh. "Call it The Organization." He whispered before looking seriously at Susan. "If we are going to go, lets go and get this over with."
"Well, I guess so, we can take my car," she glanced, "also, don't try anything stupid, don't want to see two kids get," she laughed, "Well, you know what I am capable of."
"Yes," Olivia got up following behind Susan, she kept glancing to Lincoln, her hand moved to her side, she felt weird not knowing what to do with her own hands.
"Relax, nothing funny well happen." Lincoln exhaled seriously, removing the wrinkle from his purple shirt. As they all started walking toward the car, in what seemed like uneasy silence.
Olivia opened the door to the hotel; she glanced from Fernando to Nikole sitting on the bed, eating ice cream, while watching a movie. "Oh come on!" Olivia sighed, "you didn't wait for me." she pouted, "no fair..." she glanced to the TV seeing Independence Day playing. "What I miss?" she kicked her shoes off getting on the bed.
Pulling the spoon from her mouth, Nikole reached over, pressing pause on the remote control. "Aliens just invaded New York and LA, so not very much, we just started..." Her voice was sad, like it usually was, if it wasn't dull or indifferent it was sad.
"We can re-start it, Mami." Fernando held out his spoon of chocolate chunk ice cream toward her.
"Na, it's cool," Olivia kept looking to Lincoln, "Oh," she turned looking over Fernando, "I was wondering, if there was something you can do for me," she kept her tone smooth, "that would mutually benefit the both of us in the long run..." her eyes focused into his, the corner of her lips twitching into a smouldering smile.
Fernando put the spoon down, for whatever reason; his mind went to a very sexual and kinky place. "What kind of thing, Mami?" He asked, but he'd been through a lot with Olivia, Michael and Lincoln. He'd hardly back out from anything now.
Nikole looked at Lincoln who was staring at her, they engaged in a silently staring contest.
Olivia kept her eyes on his, "Well," she kept soft, her hand lightly on his thigh, "you said you needed a job, to send money to Mariecruz, and Michael needs someone helping on the outside." she paused, "all you need to do, is get the job as the new gravedigger, then you're helping the escape." she kept her eyes focused on his, giving him a look that was hard to say no to. "Plus, I can be guaranteeing this Job for you," she took the spoon from his hand placing in her mouth lightly licking the ice cream off, "do we have a deal?"
Fernando's eyes were lost, staring all over Olivia's face. Watching the ice cream getting licked off that silver spoon with no mercy.
It could feel himself melting into saying yes, "yeah, okay." He nodded slowly. Before realizing he was getting himself into possible trouble.
Reaching over and quickly kissing him, Olivia smiled bright with a quick clap of her hands, "You won't regret it," she then moved off the bed, "I'm going to make some calls." she quickly glanced to Lincoln, "also you owe me ten bucks!" she laughed, "Saying I couldn't get him to say yes," she glanced down to her chest, "Never fall me girls..."
Nikole looked at Fernando who looked shocked, his jaw laying open on the bed basically. He pulled a pillow over his crotch.
"Oh, come on..." Nikole muttered looking at the pillow.
"Shh!" Fernando whispered closing his eyes trying to make it go away.