Fallen

#11

P.I had just begun and Michael had just left to see his wife. The break room was still a mess. Funny thing is that it's going to need more work when P.I gets done with it. After all, a large hole in the floor isn't something that can be easily overlooked. T-bag was digging, Sucre was filling the walls with concrete, and Lincoln putting up the dry wall, John was "supervising", while C-Note stood as lookout.

Michael had just been searched after his conjugal, and was waiting to be taken back to P.I. "Scofield, get a move on." Bellick ordered walking past Michael. The two men made their way toward the yard, a tense silence between them. "Captain Bellick!" a voice behind them called. Bellick and Michael stopped and turned to see a rookie C.O. coming toward them. "The Warden wanted me to have you give this to Burrows." He said handing Bellick a post it note. Bellick read it with a smirk before putting it in his pocket. "Will do." He replied before turning around and continuing his way to P.I. with Michael.

"Bulls" C-Note said as he poked his head into the break room. Lincoln helped T-Bag out of the hole, while John and Sucre covered it up. They had just begun pretending to do some work when the door opened and in walked Sucre, Michael, and Bellick. Bellick looked around the room with disgust before reaching into his pocket and taking the note out. "Burrows, a message from the Warden. Looks like someone has a date with a Ms. Lyndi Deacon." He quipped. Lincoln took the paper, looked it over, and then put it in his pocket. "Thanks, Boss." He said before going back to work. "Well, you ladies have fun." He said with a chuckle, as if it were the funniest thing he'd said all day. Probably because it was.

"Who's Lyndi Deacon?" Michael asked his brother. "Just some student from Loyola. I guess she's writing a paper on my case for school and wanted to talk to me about it. Veronica says that she thinks it's a good idea to do the interview, so I am." He answered as if it were no big deal. "Oh" Michael said. He didn't know why but for some reason he felt as if there was more to this girl than was being said. Not that Lincoln wasn't telling him, "maybe the stress of the escape is finally getting to me" Michael thought before going back to work.

I decided to stop by the library, to do some research, after leaving Fox River. I have been able to talk the Warden into giving me a list of Lincolns P.I crew, citing the use of a couple of them as character references for Linc. There was John Abruzzi, Theodore Bagwell, Benjamin Franklin, Fernando Sucre, and Michael Scofield. However, I wasn't hoping to find out what these men had to say about Lincoln as I was hoping that one or all of them knew what Michael was up to. There was only one problem, if there was going to be a snowballs chance in Hell that they were going to tell me anything, they had to know who I really was. Including Scofield.

A billion newspaper articles and three hours later, and finally I had been able to scrounge up a fair amount of info on each man. I sat back with a sigh and studied the "P.I. Crew" page of my notebook. John Abruzzi; former Chicago mob boss, serving one hundred and twenty years for two counts of murder and two counts of conspiracy to commit murder. Theodore Bagwell; 6 counts of kidnapping, rape, and first degree murder, resulting in a life sentence for him as well as the families of those whose lives he took. Fernando Sucre; seventeen years for two counts of aggravated robbery, and last but not least Michael Scofield; currently serving year one of a five year sentence for armed robbery.

It was then that I really realized how angry I was with Michael. All of the sudden what happened before I left didn't matter as much as the fact that he was in prison. There was no logical reason for him to hold up that bank. He didn't need the money, he didn't need a thrill, he had no reason to do it. Even if he believed that Lincoln was innocent, did he ever consider the fact that he may have been able to help Lincoln the way Veronica was? Did he not think that it would affect Lincoln negatively to have him there? Doubt it! The way I see it, he was looking out for number one, and no one else.

I tried not to spend too much time thinking about what Michael had gotten himself into, partially because I didn't want to remind myself that I stilled cared, Plus, this little voice in my head kept repeating "What the Hell have I gotten myself into?"