Sara walked down the hall headed towards the warden's office. She had thought about going back to her office first, maybe waiting till tomorrow to talk to him but, for some reason she couldn't bring herself to wait any longer She knew that she had to get Michael out of there. Even though she still had no ideas about the little details, she wanted to trust Michael. So the best thing she could think to do was help him out. And hopefully, eventually, he would tell her everything. After all he said that he would. She walked at a rather quick pace, looking down at her feet as she walked, to caught up in her thoughts to pay any attention in front of her. All of a sudden she slammed into somebody knocking her of balance. She stood up and looked to see the warden standing right in front of her. Nose buried in file. "Warden, I am so sorry!" She explained apologetically.

"Oh no. I'm sorry, not watching where I was going. Kind of preoccupied I guess," he told her.

"Yeah, me too." The warden gave her a slight nod looking back down to the file and began to walk away. "Actually.." She trailed off to him, "…I was hoping I could talk to you."

"Of course. What about?"

"Michael Scofield," she told him hesitantly.

"It just happens that this is his file I have here." He told her holding the open file slightly higher in the air. "What is it you want to know about him?"

"Well, I'm sure you know where he is at the moment."

"Yes, I do. I have just begun to read the report."

"Well…" Before she could go any further he interrupted her.

"Why don't we go into my office," he suggested. Sara nodded in agreement, as he led her through the door. "Have a seat," he motioned towards the chair the set in front of his desk, opposite his own.

The warden began straight off, "Bellick says that a suspicion he had about him was confirmed. He had no other choice."

"That's actually what I wanted to talk about. He was talking to me when Bellick decided to hall him off. And I don't know what it was that Bellick heard that would have confirmed any suspicions."

The warden let out a heavy sigh. Sara knew he couldn't really tell her to much. But she pried any way. "Warden. I think that you know as well as I do that Michael doesn't belong in there." She looked at him with pleading eyes. "I just want to know what Bellick's suspicion was."

"A credit card," he stated plainly.

"Excuse me?"

"Bellick had reason to believe that Scofield was in possession of a credit card."

"A credit card?" she questioned, even though she already knew this, she had to pretend like she had no idea. Sara continued, "well I can see how Bellick may have misunderstood."

"What do you mean?" He asked a bit confused.

"I guess Bellick must have walked in at a rather acquired point in the conversation. That is if you hadn't heard the beginning."

"I don't understand," he told her, looking up from his desk up to her, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"Well," she began, trying to make this sound as casual as possible, "you see this pass week was my birthday. And me and Mr. Scofield were just having a conversation about birthday presents. I know that sounds inappropriate. To be talking about personal issues to an inmate but…" Sara got caught up in her thoughts for a moment. Was she trying to convince him about that last part, or herself. She snapped out of it after a split second and went on. "When Officer Bellick walked in he indeed heard something about a credit card." The warden remained silent, listening closely to everyting that she had to say. "Michael said that he had once received a credit card on his birthday, one that he highly needed. That is what Bellick must have misunderstood."

The both remained quiet for a moment. "Oh! Well I see. I guess this whole situation must have been misinterpreted. But I'm sure you understand. With the circumstances and all"
"What circumstances would that be?"

"Well there is still suspicion that Scofield has had or does have in his possesion a credt card."

"Why hasn't a cell search been done." At that moment Sara froze. What had she just done.. Her heart seemed to stop.

"That has already been done." The Warden casually stated. Sara once again allowed herself to take a breath, as relief washed over her.

She could now speak again, "Then what is there to consider." Without giving him a chance to answer she continued. "You know Michael, Warden. He isn't like that. And if there is no real evidence then, what is there to consider." Sara could tell she had gone a little to far. But she could tell that he sympathized with her.

"I know." He added. "And I will be sure to see that this matter is resolved immediately."

" Thank you." She said softly.

"No, thank you for clarify this matter. I truly to see where you're coming from."

She gave him a smile, and stood up from the chair. He stood up also, giving her the same smile.

"I'll see you out," he told her. He motioned towards the door and followed as she exited the room. "Have a nice afternoon, Dr. Tancredi."

"Thank you, you too." Sara exited the office and headed down the hallway towards the infirmary. She had a sense of accomplishment, and joy. Joy that she had been able to help Michael.