Authors Note: Hope everyone likes this chapter!

"Scofield!" Michael looked up quick to the CO standing on the opposite side of the yard. "Infirmary now!" That time had finally come, it was time for his appointment with Sara. It had seemed like days since they had last talked, but it was only yesterday afternoon. Michael pushed off from the fence he was leaning against, and slowly walked towards the CO. When he reached him, he realized who it was. It was Bellick. The officer grabbed him by the arm, chained him, and escorted him to his appointment. Michael stilled hadn't figured out what he was going to say, so the entire walk there he tried to play the conversation they might have through his mind. What normally was a rather short walk, seemed to be doubled maybe even tripled.

When they finally approached the infirmary, it was routine of what went on until he stepped foot into the exam room. The CO approached the front desk where nurse Katie sat. Herself and the CO, who happened to being escorting him, began useless small talk. Finally a little annoyed and impatient, Michael interrupted, "Is Dr. Tancredi ready for me?" Both Bellick and the nurse looked up at Michael, both with shocked expressions on their faces, from the tone of voice Michael just used with them. He hadn't meant it to come out the way it did, but he wanted to get in there.

"You in a hurray Scofield?" Bellick asked him in his usual tone.

"I guess you could say that," Michael replied mocking his tone. "I'd like to get this over with today." That wasn't really true, Michael wanted to have more time. Mainly with Sara.

"You being sarcastic with me?" Bellick stared him directly in the eye.

"No sir," Michael didn't' want to get himself in any trouble so tried to back out of what he said.

"Really because I think you are." He stepped up to Michael, getting right into his face. At that moment Sara stepped out into the hall. Perfect timing, Michael thought to himself.

She looked closely at the CO and could tell something was going on. She looked from Bellick to Michael, and then back to Bellick again. "Is there a problem here?" She pried.

"No not all," He continued to stare at Michael, and then finally backed off.

Keeping her eyes on the officer she motioned towards Michael, "You can come in."

Michael took his eyes off the CO and looked at Sara. He then followed her into the other room.

After she had closed the door behind them, she had to ask, "What was that about?"

"Nothing.," was all Michael could say as he took a deep breath and let it back out. Sara gave him a look, one saying come on just tell me, and by now Michael recognized this. "He's had it in for me since I first got here."

"Why?"

"Not really sure. It doesn't matter anyway. I can handle him."

"I'm sure you can." That was the end of that. They both dropped the subject. Sara went over to the cabinet and prepared Michael's shot. She thought they'd get that over with before she forgot. Michael walked over to the other side of the room and took a seat. A moment after that Sara sat in the chair right beside him. She applied his shot as normal. Michael couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. He watched every movement that she made. He noticed that she couldn't seem to make eye contact with him not yet at least. Michael decided to just start talking. "I'm not married in the normal sense of the term." She now looked at him while once again sitting down beside him. He continued looking down at his feet and then back up to meet her eyes. "She needed to get her green card, and lets just say I needed a favor."

Now it was Sara's turn to ask a question, "What kind of favor?"

This was one of those questions Michael wasn't going to answer, not yet. "I can't say yet…But I will tell you eventually."

"I saw you coming out of the conjugal room."

"Purely business…" Michael could tell she wasn't really believing him, "I promise"
This seemed to make her believe him, more than she had.

"Why are you here?" She asked in an almost whisper.

This question seemed so familiar. He then remembered it was the same thing she had asked him the day of the riot when they were up in the vents. "What do you mean?" He had also responded with this same question, just to clarify what it was that she meant.
"In prison…Why are you in prison?"

"I made a mistake. I robbed a bank." He couldn't seem to look at her, afraid that she might be able to tell what he was thinking.

"Yeah, I know that. But why…Why did you rob the bank. And don't say because you needed money. I've seen your records. I guy like you doesn't need money that desperately."

He was going to tell her the truth, not the entire truth, but close enough. He looked down once again, and then up to her. By the look in his eyes she could tell that he was going to tell her, and that it was hard for him. "I need my brother. He's all I have. He's all I have ever have…" His eyes became watery. He held it back and looked around the room trying to hide it. But he wasn't hiding anything from her. She knew, and she understood. She couldn't find the right words to say , so she softly placed her hand on his shoulder. Once he seemed to get a hold of himself he looked back up to her, she slowly released her grip on his shoulder and brought her down to her side. Michael stood up and paced around the room she watched him as moved back and fourth in front of her. He once again began to speak. "I can't explain everything that's going on now, but you'll know soon enough. Believe me I went to tell you…But if I do, it could put my brothers life in even more danger than it already is."

"Okay." She softly told him, standing up and meeting him in the center of the room. "I trust you, and I get it now. If I was in your place and my brother were in here…" She trailed off, "just know that I'm here if you need me, and I understand."

"I will tell you, eventually." She smiled and nodded at him. "And as for the favor that I needed from Nika… I needed her to bring me a card." He wasn't sure to tell her what it actually was or what he had told everyone that it was… "A credit card…that's what we were in the conjugal room for.."

At that moment a creek in the floor behind them was heard. They both spun around in an instant, to see Bellick standing in the doorway. They hadn't event heard him open the door. They both were in shock and by the expressions on their faces Bellick knew this. "So…I was right…You have no idea how much trouble you're in, do you?" Bellick hurried over and grabbed Michael by the arm with extreme force. "You're going to the shoe! At least till I find your little credit card."

Sara looked into Michael's eyes and saw that he was terrified. She didn't no what to do. "No!" She yelled towards Bellick as he through Michael through the door into the hallway. She never broke eye contact with him as he was dragged down the hall, her not far behind. "Office Bellick!" She yelled to him.

He paused momentarily, "I highly suggest that you stay out of this," he warned.

Michael, not wanting Sara to get in any trouble because of him softly whispered to her, "It's okay…Everything will be okay." He saw the tears weld up in her eyes as she stood silently watching as he got dragged out of the infirmary.