THE ESCAPE- CHAPTER 2

Michael and Sara sat down with Lincoln, Veronica, LJ, Sucre, Westmoreland, and Abruzzi. Maricruz and Westmoreland's daughter were off chatting about baby names. Sara took a quick glance at her watch. They had been on the run for 2 hours and so far so good. She just hoped their luck held up.

Once everyone was seated, Veronica pulled out a large file. "Okay…where to begin", Veronica said out loud but mainly to herself. "Yesterday, you said you were going to see someone who had information. What happened with that?" Lincoln asked in his husky tone. "Oh, that", she said and pulled a mini tape recorder out of her pocket and pushed play.

Male voice: "We got a lot to talk about and not a lot of time to do it in.

Your boyfriend, he can still be saved. Burrows was chosen a long time ago, hand picked to be an assassin. But he never pulled the trigger."

Veronica: "Who did? C'mon. Who killed Terrance Steadman?"

Male voice: "Nobody"

Veronica: "What?"

Male voice: "Terrance Steadman is still alive. There's three sheets of paper inside. You'll find all the names you need are on it…everyone that started this whole thing from top to bottom. (pause) You need to take two steps that way right now, behind the car, get behind the car! You wanna stay alive? Do as I say NOW!"

Male voice #2: "So…uh…what are you doing here Danny? Where's the lawyer?"

Male voice #1: "I don't know what you're talking about".

Male voice #2: "Allison told me. I got it out of her".

Male voice #1: "You didn't touch her?"

Male voice #2: "Why would I do that? Why would I do that? We're partners right? We're on the same side? No…Allison's fine. She's just…well I guess your going to ask your self who you wanna give up, your wife or this lawyer? Just tell me where she is. Is she here? Has she been? What exactly have you told her?"

Male voice #1: "Don't do this".

Male voice #2: "Give me your gun".

Male voice #1: "I can't do that".

Male voice #2: "Yes you can. I'm your superior. I give you a command you obey it. Give me your gun!"

Male voice #1: "Paul it's nothing. It's not…"

Male voice #2: "Don't…backup! (pause) It's amazing you got it all on only three pages. You know what would happen if this fell into the wrong hands? (pause) You named me? Right there along with the rest of them."

Male voice #1: "I got scared man that's all it was".

Male voice #2: "YOU NAMED ME! Danny!"

Male voice #1: "Allison's due in 1 month. Paul, you and me, we've been friends since the academy."

Male voice #2: "You named me".

Bullet shot heard.

Veronica clicked the tape recorder off. "Who was that?" Westmoreland asked. LJ, in shock answered, "Secret Service". "These are some crooked people ya'll are dealing with", Sucre added to the conversation. "Tell me about it", Veronica said. "Let's see, so far they have killed my ex-fiancé, LJ's mom and step dad, my building supervisor, a witness I had, and they tried to blow up Nick and myself, and they tried to frame Link for a murder that was never committed. And now the person who was going to talk is dead. All I have is the tape and I don't know if that will hold up in court," Veronica summed everything up.

Whoever had had doubts of Lincoln's innocence no longer had any. Michael found himself relieved. Yes, he believed his brother when he said he didn't do it, but the evidence was so overwhelming. Why would someone go through such lengths to pin this all on Link? "Why would they try to pin a murder on you that you didn't commit and actually never happened?" Sara chimed in. "That's what we have to find out" Lincoln answered her.

"So what's the plan? Where are we going?" Sucre wanted to know. "Well, C-note and T-bag knew all of our plans as far as Baja, so we'll go with our back-up and head to Aruba. We can stay there and lay low. We have a place all set up. I bought it before I held up the bank so it will be waiting for us when we land." Michael assured everyone. "I'll go tell the pilot", Abruzzi offered.

"You didn't really hold up that bank, did you fish?" Sucre inquired. "Well I went there and asked for money, but I had no intention of leaving unless it was in handcuffs." "Man you are one weird cracker", Sucre replied. "No, I was one desperate cracker", Michael corrected him, causing the whole group to laugh.

Abruzzi came back and said the pilot informed him that it would be a 10-hour flight to Aruba, so the group should just relax. Once the group broke up again into individual groups, Sara, Michael, Veronica, LJ and Lincoln stayed at the table. "Lincoln, were you able to grab the stuff I asked you to?" Sara asked. "Yeah, right here", Link said reaching into his pocket of his jumpsuit he was still wearing. "What stuff?" Michael wanted to know. Before anyone could answer Link pulled out a small bag. It contained a few insulin needles and some insulin. "I thought you might need this", Sara directed her comment to Michael. "Since when do you have diabetes uncle Mike?" LJ cut in surprised. "Eww…I think I'm going to go change into something none prison", Lincoln said, excusing him from the conversation that was about to take place. "Veronica and LJ why don't you come with me". Veronica and LJ did get up and followed Link to the back of the plane. Sara sat in her chair and just stared at Michael.

She thought for a bit and then said, "You don't have diabetes do you?" coming to the answer herself. She didn't need to wait for Michael's reply. She already knew the answer. Michael said nothing because he knew she already knew. "Was there anything you ever told me that was the truth?" she wanted to know. "Not really", Michael was honest with her. "Well at least that's an honest answer", she said rather sullenly. "I don't know anything about you, do I?" "You know some things", Michael tried to help her feel better. "Yeah, like what?" Sara asked, betrayal coming through her voice. Michael tried to think of one thing he could possibly tell her that had been the truth. "Remember one day in the yard, you told me that there were too many questions surrounding me and I told you the questions you have do have answers?" "I remember", Sara confirmed. "That was true. The questions have answers. You can ask me anything and I promise to tell you the truth. I couldn't before but I can now. Anything you want to know, just ask." "Alright then", Sara started launching in immediately to her inquisition. "How did you know where to find me during the riot?" "I am a structural engineer. I once saw blue prints to the prison when it was renovated 5 years ago." "And you remembered all the details from that long ago?" Sara asked amazed. "No, I got a copy of them recently and they are hidden in my tattoo." "What? How's that possible? I don't see anything", Sara said. "That's because you don't know what you're looking for." He then pulled his right arm up to the table, elbow down. "Remember when the way to visitation was blocked and I said there was another way?" "Yeah", Sara said hesitantly. "Look here", he said pointing to a spot on his arm. "This is visitation. Now follow this line here. Then turn right", he said tracing the path with his finger. "Then left and right again and this is the door you went out", he ended pointing half way up his upper arm. "What are these here?" she asked pointing to the fanned out cards. "That's a phone number to the girl that visited me that one time." "You mean your wife", Sara corrected knowing he was trying to spare her feelings by not saying it. "She's not really my wife. Not in the normal sense of the word. We married the day before I held up the bank. She needed a green card and I needed her to bring me something once I was in prison. We never lived together. We never spent the night together. We never consummated anything" he ended. He wondered if it was relief on Sara's face he saw when he said he'd never slept with his "wife". "How did you know my senior quote? There's no way that was coincidence." "I did a lot of research before I tried to pull this off. I know a lot about you Sara. I know where you went to school, where you've been living the past year and a half, when you got hired at the prison, where you worked before the prison, what kind of car you drive, I know a lot", he finished. Sara wasn't sure whether to be amazed or scared that it had been that easy for him to find out so much about her. Michael watched her face as all the emotions rolled through her. He could tell when she was confused, when she felt amazed, when she was scared and even when she was thinking what else she wanted to ask him. "How did you keep the insulin from affecting you?" "Pognac", was his simple answer.

Sara was wondering how she could have been so stupid. So many things about Michael Scofield didn't add up and she never figured it out, but now all the pieces were falling into place and everything started to make sense. She had been blinded by her emotions, her feelings for him. She let that get in the way of her judgment and part of her was glad she did. The other part wondered what would have happened had it been someone else… a different inmate. Would she have fallen for it if it had come from someone else? "You used me", she stated simply. He inwardly flinched. He knew that was coming, he had just hoped it wouldn't have been so soon. "At first yes…but as things progressed and days passed I couldn't ignore my feelings for you. By the end, there was no denying it. You're a special woman Sara Tancredi and the only one I ever want in my life." He ended and took her hand and lightly kissed each fingertip in turn. "How do I know this isn't all an act now? Why should I believe you are being sincere, Michael?" "Look into my eyes. You can see I'm not lying." She stared up into his beautiful blue orbs and was taken away. Taken to a safe place where she felt secure and loved and like the most important person in the world. It nearly took her breath away.

"I believe you", she said quietly still staring into his eyes.

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