"Sure, I'll try and do whatever you need," she told him softly. They now stood about a foot away from each other.
"Just one thing and that's it. After that I don't want you involved." After saying this Michael felt bad, because of the look on her face. He felt he needed to clarify what it was he meant, "I don't mean it like that. I just don't want you getting hurt."
Sara looked down understanding now what he had meant. "Michael what exactly is it that you're planning on doing." When he didn't answer she continued, "I know you're planning on doing something. Something to help your brother. But what."
He hesitated for a second and then began to talk, "I can't tell you."
"What? Why Michael?"
He couldn't figure out what to tell her, he began to pace the room, they way he always seemed to , when he couldn't figure out what to do. "I can't tell you. It would put you in to much danger. You just have to believe me on that."
She didn't really want that to be it, she wanted to know, but with Michael she knew that that was going to happen. She closed her eyes for a second a nodded her head. "What do you need me to do?" She asked him.
"Once you help me with this, I need you to promise me that everything will go back to how it was. Like you don't know anything."
"Michael I don't know anything."
"You know what I mean. Just promise me," he demanded.
"Okay. I promise." By the look on her face Michael could tell that she was upset.
"It's better this way trust me."
"Okay. What is it?"
"I need you to get Pope to talk to me. I know he will, it's just Bellick won't let me get to him."
"Okay, but what's that going to do?"
"Hopefully get me out of here."
"How?"
"I need you to be my witness. Back me up with the story I'm going to tell him."
"But, what are you going to tell him?"
"First I'll find out what Bellick told him, and tell him I don't even know what it is that I did," he told her, looking to the left of him and then back at her.
"You already know what he probably told him."
"Yeah, but if that is what he said then I'll act like I don't what he's talking about. That's where you come in. We were just talking about the cards you got for you birthday." He told her with a smirk on his face, that smirk she always recognized. Before she could say anything he continued. "Bellick doesn't have any witnesses. It's his word against mine. But in this case, if you'll help me, ours. Two against one"
"And if that doesn't work. Michael, Bellick is captain."
"It'll work, I know it will."
"And if you're wrong?" She ask worried.
"Well, then, I guess I'm screwed." He said, in wise sort of tone.
"Michael, I'm serious." She told him sternly, tilting her head slightly to the side.
"I know it will at least get me out of here. For now. I know it won't get Bellick off my back, but.." He trailed off.
Sara continued for him, "but you can finish your plan."
Slightly shocked at this he looked up at her, and gradually a slight smile came to his face, "right," he told her. "So that mean you'll help me?"
"Yeah, I'll do my best."
"I know you will."
"Well I should go, got something to do." She smiled at him, never breaking eye contact. He smiled back at her.
She turned to leave the room when he grabbed her wrist, "Sara?" He moved his hand slowly down into hers. They both stared at their now intertwined hands. After a moment they both looked up, but never moved their hands Michael finally said what he had called her back for, "thank you." He slowly let go of her hand as she turned back around and continued to the door. She put her hand up forming a loose fist, and knocked on the door. The CO opened it and allowed Sara to exit the room. Before the door was closed, she looked back one last time, to see him smiling at her, she smiled back