A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews , the next few chapters will be a bit slower to update but I'm working as quickly as I can on them!
Sara did as she said and 'lost' her keys, reporting it to Henry at 5.30pm before she left for home. Pope is shocked by this "How did you lose your keys Sara?"
Sara puts on the tears as she answers, "I have no idea, they were in my bag when I paid for lunch, I've looked everywhere, all through my bag, my car, my office desk. I can't find them; I can't believe this is happening! I'm always so careful with them!" She can tell he believes her, "would you be able to organize a new set? I'm so sorry Henry."
"Sara, it's okay. Take a deep breath," she does, wiping the tears off her cheeks, "we will sort this out tomorrow. Go home and rest, you look exhausted."
"Thank you so much Henry! I'll triple check everywhere again just to-"
"Sara," he interrupts her sternly, "go home, eat and go to bed." She nods and walks to her car, smiling as she gets in; she gave Michael the key at his appointment, she had organized Lincoln to stay in the infirmary for the night as a 'precaution for the random second wave of food poisoning,' she made sure he was accessible, sending Katie home so there was only one guard with him. She starts her car and make her way home, still smiling, expecting she will see Michael very soon.
Its go time; Michael, Sucre, C-Note, Westmoreland, Tweener, Abruzzi and T-Bag quickly work their way through the tunnels and through the Psych Ward to the infirmary. They enter the exam room where Linc is waiting; C-Note knocks out the guard and Michael uncuffs Linc. Sucre and Michael share a knowing look before grabbing T-bag, handcuffing to the bed and Lincoln knocks out Abruzzi.
"What the hell do you morons think you're doing?" T-Bag exclaims, struggling against the cuffs.
"Sorry T-Bag, your road ends here." Sucre smirks before gagging him with bandages.
The remaining crew gets to work in the infirmary, pulling the bars off the windows and climbing across the wire; as soon as their feet hit the ground they run, getting as much distance as possible between them and Fox River.
They stop running after a few miles and enter an impound lot, "Okay, this is where we split." Michael tells the group when they catch their breath. C-note and Tweener waste no time, "Thanks for getting us out Michael." C-note says as he shakes Michael's hand before finding an open car and driving off; Tweener nods "I owe you one Michael," before hopping on a motorcycle, disappearing into the darkness. Westmoreland pulls Michael into a hug, "you have no idea what you have just done for me, thank you and good luck boys." He waves at Sucre and Lincoln before leaving.
"Is it alright if I hang with you guys tonight? I'll find Maricruz in the morning."
"Of course Sucre," Lincoln says, "Um, Michael, where are we heading? I feel like the original plan has changed" He glances knowingly as Michael pulls a piece of paper from his pocket.
"That is has Linc." He replies, smiling at the piece of paper.
Sara is pacing in her apartment, glancing at the wall clock every five minutes. Its 10pm, they should be here by now; something's happened, someone's hurt. A light knock at the door pulls her out of her spiral; she almost sprints to it but stops herself, calm down Sara, it could be someone else. As she looks through the peep hole she feels a weight lift off her shoulders; she swings the door open and is presented with an origami rose, "Evening Ma'am, do you accept this rose along with three fugitives?" Michael chuckles as Sara rolls her eyes.
"Get inside before you attract attention." They all file through the door, Lincoln and Sucre saying "Thanks Doc," as they pass her. She closes the door behind them, when she turns around Michael pulls her to him, smashing his lips to hers. They only pull away when Linc exclaims, "oh come on you two, I know I said I was happy about this but that doesn't mean Sucre and I need to see you attached to each other." Everyone shares a light laugh, "To be continued then," Sara winks at Michael, giggling when his face goes red and Lincoln groans, "have you told them the good news?" She whispers to Michael.
"Sucre knows but Linc doesn't."
"Do you want to tell him?" She smiles sweetly at his shy nod.
"Hey Sara, where are we sleeping?" Sucre asks.
"Yeah, and do you have any food?" Lincoln adds, earning a chuckle from the other three.
"Maybe we'll tell him after he's eaten." Sara whispers to Michael, both of them smiling.
Sara shows them the guest bedroom- where she has set up a spare mattress on the floor and Linc argues with Sucre as to who is sleeping on the Queen bed and who is sleeping on the floor mattress- then the guest bathroom and kitchen where Lincoln almost immediately raids the fridge.
"Here you go guys," Sara places shopping bags on the kitchen table, "I picked up a few things for you. I apologize if the sizing is a little off, I was trying to guess." Inside the bags, the three men found clothing, shoes and toiletries; they all look at Sara in amazement, making her blush, "Its, uh, not a lot but I can get more if you need, until it's safe for you to go out."
"This is amazing Sara, thank you." Sucre says, Lincoln nods in agreement and Michael hugs her, whispering a 'Thank you" into her ear.
"Speaking of amazing things," Michael says, turning to Lincoln, who stop fiddling with the clothes and look curiously at his brother, "we, um, we're going to have a baby." He looks at Linc anxiously as he processes the news. Lincoln's jaw drops, much like Sucre's has, "Holy Crap." Michael and Sara look at him, nervously waiting. Without much warning, Linc strides to Michael and pull him into a hug, "Congratulations little brother, don't screw it up."
"Wasn't planning on it." Michael replies as Linc hugs Sara.
"Wow," Linc says, a smile playing on his lips, "what a day." Every laughs before Sucre adds, "absolutely, I haven't been this exhausted for a long time."
"We should probably head to bed, I have a feeling it's going to be an interesting day at work tomorrow." Sara says, glancing at the clock that now reads 11.30pm.
"Oh, before we do, I just want to see if there is anything on the news. Surely by now T-bag or Abruzzi have told someone who broke out." Sucre says as he flicks on the T.V. Sure enough, they see their faces on the screen; "Breaking News, at around 7pm tonight, six inmates at the Fox River State Penitentiary escaped from the facility, Police have issued a warning to everyone in the area to keep on the lookout for these men, Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, Fernando Sucre, Charles Westmoreland, Benjamin Franklin and David Apolskis. These six men are to be treated as dangerous and are not to be approached, if you do see them, please call the police immediately." Sucre flicks off the T.V again as everyone remains silent; after a couple of minutes, Sara breaks the silence, "Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day indeed. What happened to Abruzzi?"
"While Michael and Sucre were handcuffing T-Bag, I knocked him out and tied him up." Lincoln answers with a smirk. Sara smiles back, "Good."
Everyone heads to bed, Sucre and Linc still arguing over who's sleeping where, Michael follows Sara to her room, shutting the door. She already has her hands on the hem of his shirt before her turns away from the door; she removes his shirt when he faces her. Sara runs her hand down his chest, tracing his tattoo. They move towards her bed, Michael pulls her shirt off and stops momentarily, taking in the sight of her shirtless, "God, you're beautiful." She blushes and pulls his lips to hers hungrily; she sinks them down on her bed. He moves his lips to her neck as he unhooks her bra and swiftly rids her of it. He takes a nipple in his mouth, teasing the other with his fingers; Sara bites her lip, stifling a moan. He swaps and she nearly whimpers, "Michael" she whispers at him urgently, about to come undone. Michael smiles against her skin and moves his unoccupied hand down to her pants, skillfully undoing the button. He pauses his attacks on her breasts to remove both of their pants, he inserts two fingers and she moans quietly, Michael kisses his way down her body, he kisses he inner thigh and smiles when he hears her suck in a breath, he moves his mouth to her sweet spot. She places a hand on his head, arching into his mouth, he knows she about to fall apart so he moves his fingers quicker, she pushes on his head and he smirks against her, never losing his rhythm; he feel her clench and moments later she shudders, covering her face with a pillow, muffling her scream. He begins kissing up her body, giving her time to recover. She grabs his throbbing erection placing it at her entrance, he kisses her as he enters, both of them groan; he starts to move, she meets every thrust, using her legs to push him deeper. Both of their hearts are racing, each breath quickening, he moves a hand between them, rubbing circles on her clit. Her nails graze down his back, making him shudder; they share a fiery kiss as they both find their release. They don't move for a few minutes, trying to get their breathing back to normal, "I love you, Sara" Michael breaths into Sara's neck, "I love you too. I'm so glad we don't need to rush anymore," he nods in agreement; he kisses her again before moving off the bed, "Where are you going?" Sara asks, reaching for his hand.
"To get our clothes." Sara pulls him back to her "Don't" she says simply, kissing him again.
"I won't be able to control myself."
"Don't do that either." They share a smile and she pulls him on her again.