Summary: Michael finally gets out of the infirmary so he can continue on with his planbut can he?

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been getting behind on my homework and I've been spending time reading all the new PBFics on here too ;) Please R&R!

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything PB

Chapter 5

It was tough gaining back the little trust that Abruzzi had granted him with and especially with the pressure of the various impending deadlines proving his case again proved difficult. But as always, his smoothness and convincing strategy hooked Abruzzi once more. One thing Michael hadn't planned on since moving back into his cell was the regular check-ups by various nurses, officers and occasionally, Sara-the-good-doctor herself. On one such visit during rec time, she found him flexing his foot, desperate to be approved for the yard once more. She had to smile at his persistence when the door finally opened she delighted in catching him unawares for once.

"Scoffeild."

"Oh, uh. Doctor Tancretti, in the flesh. Are you sure they can spare you in the infirmary?"

"Sunday's tend to be quiet days. Why? Don't enjoy my company?"

"Oh any company is welcome. Especially when I'm stuck here."

"Don't worry, you'll be out of here soon enough. Besides, what's a few days compared to the two and a half years you'll be in here anyway?"

"Do you always torment prisoners?"

"Only my favourites." She blushed and he smiled almost shyly. "I've come to give you your insulin."

"Oh right, that stuff." He joked.

"I have to be the one to administer it."

"I know." After a pause while she gave him a shot, he once more made his plea, "So, when do you think I'll be able to get out of my cell, doc?"

"Well, you're doing amazingly well, I must admit. I wish I could understand why you're healing so much so quickly once leaving the infirmary." She hinted at wanting more information.

"Must be the brotherly love from my cell mate." She ignored the comment and went to packing her things. She would get the truth out of him yet, of that she was convinced.

"Michael, can I ask you a serious question?" she asked, sighing and sitting beside him on his cot.

"Sure." He replied, intrigued and a little surprised at her forwardness.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Well, you told me I wasn't allowed out of my cell-"

"No, I mean in here, in prison."

"Oh." He paused, deciding which direction to take. "Well, Miss Tancretti, there's this little thing called the legal system, and when one commits a crime it is the duty of the legal system to punish that person-"

"Michael, you know what I mean. I've read your file over and overit just doesn't fit."

"Well, you know what they say, you're not a criminal until you're caught." It wasn't the sort of answer she was hoping for. He decided to appease her appetite for knowledge just this once because he didn't want to fall into the trap of pushing her away again.

"I was confused. I was going through something, I was upset. And it made me go a little nutso I guess, I sort of freaked and here I am."

"Family issue?"

"How'd you know?"

"Well, I know that your brother is on death row, Lincoln Burrows?" now she had really caught him off guard. He stared at her gaping.

"Wh-what? Who, who told you-"

"Fox Rivers is a small town, word gets around quick." He looked down, wondering how this would affect his plan, and how it would make her feel. "Did you get yourself put in here on purpose?"

"Hardly." He lied, regaining composure. "We weren't close." Well, that part was partly true.

"So its just a coincidence?" she wasn't sounding very convinced.

"Yeah, a sick coincidence." He nodded and looked around morbidly and she took this as her cue to stand up.

"Wow these cells are small." She smirked sarcastically.

"I hadn't noticed." He smiled and stood politely to mark her exit. He leaned against the wall and she turned as the door opened.

"I think you can be out on the yard tomorrow if you want." She said in her normal distant-doctor tone.

"Thanks doctor." They smiled politely at each other and as soon as she was gone he sat back down, deep in thought over what had just happened. How would her knowing affect his plan? Was it possible that it wouldn't affect it at all? He was tired. He lied down and didn't wake until Sucre had returned from rec.