Sara scurried through her office, putting together some general items into her black medical bag. All that she could keep thinking was that it was all her fault. If she hadn't forced him into talking to her, then none of this would have happened. What was she thinking. She should have known that it wasn't safe to talk there. Surprisingly she wasn't only thinking about Michael but Lincoln too. What had Michael meant was he said his brothers life would be in even more danger than it already was. At that second it came to her. Maybe he had a plan, maybe he wad trying to save his brothers life. She knew that she should inform the authorities of her suspicions, just to be on the safe side, but that was no where near what she was thinking. She was thinking of how she could help. She slowly lowered herself into her chair bracing herself with the arm of the chair she seemed to be in a far out gaze. Staring deeply out the window directly in front of her. It was as if her head and her heart were in a tug of war with each other. She knew the right thing to do because of her standing in the prison, but her heart was telling her the exact opposite.

For once in her life Sara was going to listen to heart…She got up quickly, and grabbed her bag from atop her desk, swiftly moving out the door into the hallway. When she reached the front desk she paused momentarily, "Katie, I'll be back in about an hour or so," she told her briefly.

"Okay," Katie responded, but Sara was already half way out the door.

She made her way down the long deserted hallways towards the back of the prison. The area were they would keep the inmates who missed behaved or were thought a threat. She finally reached the hallway which was lined with silver steel doors all the way down. Before she had left the office she had looked up Michael's current cell number. She cautiously approached the door and stopped her tracks when the guard outside of it stepped in front of her. "Excuse me," she said to him softly, "I have to see this inmate…Medical issues."

"I'm sorry Dr. Tancredi…" He apologetically began… "But I have orders that no one is to enter this cell. Including you."

"Orders from who?" She demanded.

"Bellick," he told her hesitantly.

"What gives him the right to say that I'm not allowed to enter the cell," she asked rather hastily.

"Scofield is under an investigation.. And for some reason he feels that you will interfere in that," he seamed as confused by this as she was.

"Well I need to see him and you know Bellick won't know, and even if he does find out, I have my connections, if you know what I mean," she told the CO, looking him straight in the eye. She wasn't afraid of any one in the prison because she knew that if anyone messed around with her, father would have their jobs for it. "And I'm sure you know that denying any inmate medical care is against the law, and you could lose your job for that," she felt it was necessary at the moment to threaten him just as little. At that the CO, without saying a word, backed up and reassumed his position to the left of the door. Sara continued walking forward to the door. The CO politely opened the door for her and closed when she was inside. As the door shut she looked back to see the thick steel door with only one tiny opening towards the bottom. She turned back around to see Michael jump to his feet.

"Sara…" before he even finished saying her name he corrected himself remembering what she had said, "I mean Dr. Tancredi."

She looked down and shook her head, "Sara," she told him looking back up to meet his eyes, giving him a smile. He smiled back to her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Michael, I am so sorry…This is all my fault."

"No," he interrupted, "it's not. I should have been more careful…Don't think that this is your fault."

She once again felt the need to smile at him, but still couldn't help the tears that formed in her eyes. She couldn't really understand what it was that she was feeling. After all he was an inmate. But she couldn't really explain it, she felt free with him, which was kind of ironic considering there surroundings, but, she felt safe with him, like no one had made her feel before. She seemed to be getting tired of her life the way it was. The way she was treated and talked to. She wanted to get a way, and as weird as it sounded Michael seemed to be her escape.

He saw her the expression on her face at that moment, and the tears that were now filling her eyes, as much as she tried to hide it, he understood, and all he wanted to do was comfort her. Softly he whispered to her, "Come here." She looked back up at him as he began to walk towards her. He gently placed his arms around her, as she fell into his chest. At first she left her arms curled up against his chest but then she seemed to want to be closer to him. She slowly moved her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him to her, till they couldn't possibly be any closer. She placed her face into his neck and breathed in deeply. As he gently rubbed her back in circular motions. They stayed this way for a good while, and both wished that it never had to end. She whispered to him, lips now pressed against his ear, "I want to help."

He pulled back slightly but didn't let go of her, he looked into her eyes and knew exactly what it was that she meant. And she too knew that he understood her, for at that moment he gently pulled her once again to him and pressed his lips to hers. It was light at fist but gradually intensified until Sara pulled back. She caught his gaze for a moment just staring into him, and finally wrapped her arms back around his neck burying her face into his shoulder…