Olivia felt bad for not feeling bad at the news Roland was dead, she wasn't sure if it was because she was losing touch with her emotions or, because he was nothing but a smart-mouthed little prick who tried selling them out in the end for personal gain.

"What did I tell you? Beating him isn't gonna work Lincoln." Sara watched Lincoln come back from the cage where Wyatt was tied to a chair.

"We tried your way, it didn't work either." Lincoln pointed out leaning over the table, taking a deep breath. "I just need more time with him." He added.

"He can't make the call if he's unconscious Linc." Michael sat on the table, beside Sara. "However we do it, we better hurry up because Mahone isn't gonna wait..." Brad said, glancing back seeing Alex standing alone, his hand over his mouth, almost a joyful twinkle in his eyes he was going to make Wyatt pay.

"I assume we haven't made much progress with our friend over there." Don came in putting a silver brief case down on the table, glancing to Wyatt.

"Any suggestions?" Michael asked darkly. "How about we talk to him?" Don suggested. "You wanna give him some milk and cookies while you're at it?" Olivia asked.

"No." Don said giving her a look, "how about just a nice conversation... With a nice girl." He was eyeing Olivia and it made her uncomfortable.

"Nuh uh," Lincoln stood up quickly, "no chance in god damn Hell!" He snapped getting in Dons face. "I'll do it." Olivia said nervously, making everyone look at her. "Liv, no." Lincoln looked at her.

"I said, I'll do it." She nodded looking at Don.

Stepping into the cage, Olivia stayed as far back from Wyatt as possible who stared over her, his cheeks busted, blood running down the side of his mouth.

"Oh look, they sent me Florence Nightingale." His voice was dead, cold. "I'm here to help you, actually... Despite all you've done." Olivia lent back against the cage, her hand absently went over her stomach, protecting it.

She could feel Lincoln's eyes burning holes into her back from a few metres away. "You're going to save me?" Wyatt asked her. "Don Self has a metal case out there and I have no idea what's in it, but I imagine you don't want to find out." She swallowed.

"So, I thought I'd come talk to you-" Olivia started but Wyatt cut her off. "And what? You'd make me see the light? The error of my ways?" He asked her.

"If you don't call the General, you are as good as dead." She pointed out and Wyatt wanted to laugh. "I've already been a lot of things, a lot worse then dead." He shook his head at her.

"So, I hope they sent mamma to be in here with a better threat then that." He looked at her stomach, it made her sick. "I'm trying to help you." Olivia spoke.

"We both know... If I make that call or I don't, I'm a good as dead. I just hope you can live with that blood on your hands." Wyatt was playing off the emotions she emitted, he was a professional and that was his job. "Maybe you and I can think of a solution that works for everybody..." He almost smiled.

"We gotta go..." Lincoln came up to the cage, ignoring Wyatt. "Don will be here, he wont let anything happen to you. And Nikole." He felt more faith in Nikole then Don or Alex right now.

"Okay." Olivia nodded, "be safe." Their fingers touched between the cage links and he nodded, before he rushed off.

"He's always going to run you know..." Wyatt watched Lincoln leave. "Shut up." Olivia muttered. "It's his nature... It doesn't matter how much he loves you, that's the kind of man he is." Wyatt said.

"I said, shut up." Olivia held onto the side of the cage, "whoa, whoa, whoa." Olivia looked up seeing Don catching Alex who started a cold walk across the floor toward the cage.

"I know this is hard and I know what you wanna do, but I am trying to do something that if I can't finish all of this will be for nothing, you understand?" Don had his hands on Alex's chest stopping him from going any farther.

The man with blood shot eyes and fresh tears on his cheeks, swallowed hard, "I promise when the time is right I will not stand in your way, okay?" He offered.

"When the time is right, I wont let you." Alex swore, sniffed he stepped back walking away. "Nikole will you talk to him, please? Or he's going to ruin this." Don gestured to the open case, looking at the woman sitting at the table.

"I'm no different from that man out there who wants to kill me." Wyatt whispered, as Olivia watched Nikole walking in the same direction Alex went. "Alexander Mahone was forced to do things by the Company... And so was I." He paused, "but I know people, people in Government, people that could help you and Lincoln." He watched her face.

"I can give you a phone number, arrangements can be made, all you have to do is trust me and this;" he looked around the warehouse, "can all be over." His tone mysterious.

"Shut up." Olivia looked away know that was impossible, a dream.

She stood up, walking from the cage, closing the door behind her she put the padlock back on it. "This is over." She assured him.

Joining Self, Olivia put her hand in his pocket, taking out a small back recorder, putting it down on the table. "You're welcome." She said dryly.

"That Son of a Bitch is right there and I can't, I can't get to him." Alex was pulling as his hair, moving around the dock, Nikole standing in one place, unmoving.

"Alex." She tried keeping his attention, "he's going to suffer for what he did, he's going to suffer!" He pointed to the warehouse. "I'm asking you, please don't do this." Nikole couldn't condone it, her morals getting the best of her.

"That's the man who killed my son, Nikole- I can't let him walk away!" Alex was almost yelling at her, the tears getting harder. "I'm not asking you to let him walk away." Nikole's eyes the only thing moving as Alex kept pacing.

"I'm asking you not to make him suffer." She watched as he stopped pacing and walked up to her, barely a gap between their bodies. "Why give him the justice he didn't Cameron!?" His eyes were blazing.

"Because you're not him, Alex – you're not him." Nikole's voice was pained, "you're a good person."

Alex wanted to laugh, "I am far from a good person Nikole, you should know that." He thought about John and David, how he took them out in cold blood, how furious Nikole was upon learning David's death.

"You didn't have a choice before, you have a choice now." Nikole started following him back into the warehouse, "don't be like him!" She was holding back tears.

"It's too late, he's going to feel the pain, I'm going to feel everyday for the rest of my life, before I end his life." Alex stopped, the man Nikole was looking at was no longer the man she knew, the Alex she knew and loved was gone...

"Is that ambulance still out back?" Alex asked Don as he left Nikole standing there. "Yeah?" Don looked up from his computer, watching Alex blaze by.

Glancing over, Nikole caught Wyatt staring at her, already in pain, and the medical oath Nikole had taken upon graduating medical school was screaming at her inside her head; 'I tread with care in matters of life and death. Above all, I must not play a God.'

Olivia sat, on a ledge near Wyatt, Nikole standing with her as Don walked into the cage with him. "You're going to talk to me now?" He asked Don.

"Me? No." Don scoffed, "We're done talking... But you're not." Don help the recorder up to Wyatt pressing play and the recoded voice of Wyatt spoke; "They're all dead. It's over."

Wyatt watching as Don smirked, "oh and I'm gonna take this." He picked up Wyatts phone as he started leaving.

"Self..." Alex caught him before he could lock the cage, "can you take a walk?" He asked carefully, holding a black bag in one hand. Don scanned over him, "yeah..." He said lowly.

He moved looking at Olivia and Nikole, "come on, we should go..." He looked between the girls. "Let's go outside." He watched Olivia standing up, her stomach feeling sick, she shook her head turning on her shoes heading outside.

"Nikole, I would advise you to come outside." Don touched her arm but she shrugged it away. "Alex..." She tried again, walking by Self touching his shoulder. "Please." She whispered.

"You need to go, before you see something you don't wanna see." Alex didn't look back at her, he couldn't, he felt her hand slip away from him and she sniffed, before the sound of her shoes disappeared into the distance.

Walking into the cage, Alex slammed the heart monitor and a battery onto a filing cabinet and Wyatt tried one last time to get himself out of certain death. "If you kill me, you're going to lose her." He refereed to Nikole, biting his lip Alex let it go, "I already have." He whispered, ripping the mans shirt open buttons fly across the floor...

"Don't do this." Lincoln hissed at Brad, refusing to let go of the pipe they were putting through the water main the sound of water starting to trickle. "Get outta there!" Lincoln growled at him.

"You have kids, and Olivia!" Brad was scared, "there's enough room climb out now!" Lincoln yelled, "push the beam through Scofield!" Brad glanced back snapping at Michael and Fernando.

"Brad, Brad no!" Lincoln started to yell as his view of Bradley Bellick became smaller and smaller as the pipe slide into place just as the water started pouring back through.

"BRAD! BRAD!" Lincoln yelled, feeling the cold spray of water escaping the sides of the pipe hitting him in the face and he lost it.

Lincoln fell to his knees, soaking wet, tears were running down his face. He covered his face as he screamed in anger, the only reason he was still alive was because of Brad's sacrifice and he couldn't handle it.

"He wouldn't climb out." Lincoln had closed himself off, leaning agains't the wall, his arms crossed, even his voice sounded like a broken man and Michael looked to his brother.

"He just wouldn't..." It was hard to see the tears falling from the water still dripping off his face. "Linc." Michael said, he'd never in his life seen his brother like this and that scared him.

Getting back the warehouse already held a sad air, Lincoln walking through it first, didn't stop to talk or even look at anyone as he walked up the steps to the boat and disappeared to the lower deck.

"What happened?" Olivia whispered, seeing the look of loss, "Brad died..." Fernando said, "we were putting a pipe through a water main and..." He glanced behind him to the boat.

"We couldn't do it, it was too heavy so Linc and Brad went in... We had ten minutes before the water was coming back on ... And Brad gave his life to save Lincoln." He was crying.

Olivia held her hands over her mouth, her own tears ready to overflow. "Liv..." Fernando went to touch her, she shook her head and turned away. "Come here Mami." He whispered wrapping his arms around her as he stood behind her.

Olivia wanted to fight him, but she turned around her arms going around Fernando as he held her close, he could feel her shakes as she cried silently into his chest.

A fire burnt in Nikoles lungs, every breath she took made the fire worse and she couldn't bring herself to believe it. She thought her and Alex had a bond and she couldn't bring herself to believe it.

Nikole didn't like her heart, she kept it guarded so long, so much time on her wall. Her eyes welled up as she stood in a room, it was in the warehouse holding printer paper and computer parts.

While she held a breath tight in her throat she can't stop her heart going wild.

"Fuck!" She punched something, a loud bang as a printer cartridge hit the concrete floor...

Olivia slowly walked onto the boat, seeing Lincoln sitting on the couch, he didn't look up hearing her, she came to sit beside him and her hand found his, she squeezed it.

"He wouldn't climb out." He whispered that Olivia could barely hear it. "... He died because of me..." His eyes scanning unfocused. "Lincoln." She said softly.

"HE DIED BECAUSE OF ME!" Lincoln threw the empty bottle of beer he held against the wooden cupboards below the sink across from them and it shattered, Olivia tried not to jump hearing its impact and the shatter.

Michael heard the noise, he stopped writing ,following where the sound came from. "Hello..."

Nikole turned around at the sound of Michael's voice. She frantically brushed the stray tears from her eyes, she couldn't be seen like this. Exposed and vulnerable.

"Nikki..." his voice small, he could see her in the small room, the light of the moon through the open window.

Nikole kept her back turned, her heart felt exposed, her face pale.

The gap between them, he kept it there so he could be polite. "You've been quiet all day." His voice soft in the moon light, and he watched it shine off her hair like a halo.

Lincoln finally looked at her, "he died because of me..." He kept saying, his eyes glassing over and he broke down again, he started to cry and Olivia for a second didn't know what to do.

She wrapped her arms around him tightly and pulled him against her tight and he didn't fight it, feeling her hand on the back of his head, keeping him close. "He didn't die in vain, he died so you could live and have a family." She whispered.

Nikole brought a hand to her face, she wanted the memories to fade to black, for every moment with Alex was a shard of glass in every part of her skin. Every part of her hurt as she remembered pleading Alex to not go to the dark place, to be the man he was before the company got their claws in him.

Nikole knew that Alex Mahone was dead and no matter how she tried, he was never coming back.

"I need to find..." her voice rough. "I need to find..." She had nothing to find.

Michael kept still, "Nikki, you know you don't need to tell me everything. But you can talk to me." His hand reached out touching her shoulder.

Nikole felt it, like a bolt of electricity on her skin, "Michael I can't love him anymore..."

"I know." He pulled her a little close to him. "You act like a cold hard bitch, and you have the world believe you're cold." His words slow and calculated.

"He shouldn't have had to die for me, Olivia... I'm not a person worth dying for." Lincoln tried settling himself down but it was almost impossible, he felt Brad's death was blood on his hands.

"He thought you were, or he wouldn't have done it." She rubbed his back carefully...

"Michael, why?" Nikole was trying to be calm. "I have to be like this. If I don't I'll fall apart, the ice is keeping me from being a wreak..." her voice cool, her eyes turned to face him. "You should know."

"Nikole, you can let yourself be open." And his fingers softly brushed some hair behind her ear as she turned to face him. He could see the tears. "But Mahone is who he is because the company did it."

"They killed him, and I can't be his saviour I can't do anything right." Her voice trembled.

Michael watched her face, her eyes in the moonlight making her look angelic.

"You don't have to save him." Michael brushed her cheek, "you just have to save yourself." His lips brushed over her cheek, it felt soft and the skin warm.

Nikole watched Michael, "You need to be careful." Her hand touched his arm. "This thing with you is serious."

"We can't..." Michael felt how close they were. Her eyes never left his face. Before he knew it, his hand still on her, he knew the feeling with everything.

"Michael..." her eyes shifted over his face, "what are we doing?" She whispered feeling his fingers sliding down her skin, she didn't realise the small dress with the thin straps could make her feel this hot.

"I don't know..." Michael moved in, he wanted to do it, part felt wrong, but Sara was far from his mind...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lincoln pulled away from her, looking at the broken glass across the wooden floor, "You don't need to apologise, Lincoln." Olivia understood, trying to swallow her own pain. "I do." He touched her soft smooth face. "I've been an asshole at times to you and you don't deserve that." He shook his head.

"We're all under stress, I'm not taking it personally." Olivia touched her stomach she could feel the fluttering. She reached out, taking the hand much larger then her own, she placed it on her stomach.

Lincoln looked from his hand on her stomach into her eyes. "That's..." He had never felt it before, he avoided Lisa like the plague during her pregnancy.

"Our baby." Olivia finished, nodding, Lincoln couldn't feel it like she could, but he still felt the faint motions from the child he helped create...

Nikole lent into the kiss, slow. It was sweet, and with her hands wrapping around the nap of his neck.

The kiss was brought in deeper, her eyes closed and wanting it, she wanted to feel wanted, to have someone hold her.

Michael didn't think now, he moved with her, the small kiss got deep, her finger playing down his spine and his wrapped around her waist.

Nikole lightly moaned as Michaels kiss moved to her neck, her shoulder sliding the straps off her, the dress slipped off her, he knew she'd lost weight, being stress, maybe she was always this small.

He trailed kisses down her collar bone, feeling the tremble of her skin.

Before he knew it Michael was having his shirt taken off, her fingers exploring his chest, the tattoos gone, but Nikole remembered them all.

It was like how she'd always thought of him, and each touch made it harder to stop.

Michael could feel her breathing harder, and then opening her eyes, she could see the want in his eyes and her eyes said the same thing.

Without stopping Nikole felt it all his hands holding her against a wall, his body moving into her. She gasp not thinking he'd be this good. Between kisses and small sighs.

Michael moving just right. And now it was happening and Nikole didn't want to stop, she felt herself cum, his hands gentle, it was everything to her, and then it was over.

"I love you," Lincoln said tenderly, his hand still on her stomach but the fluttering as long stopped. "I love you, too." Olivia whispered as Lincoln lent in, kissing her.