Fallen #28
L.J. had fallen asleep on one of the twin beds in the room directly above Cali's that he would share with his father and uncle; Lincoln taking the other bed and Michael claiming the loft. The three of them had spent a good amount of time discussing things from the death of Lisa Rix to the scuba shop Michael suggested they open once safely in Panama. L.J. enjoyed the idea of starting fresh in Panama that is until he was informed that he would still be getting an education. "After all I've been through, you're just gonna throw me back to the Man?" He whined. It was a feeble attempt, but an attempt none the less; plus it made Lincoln and Michael laugh.
"He's a great kind, Linc. You don't have to worry about him." Michael said from where he lay on the floor. "I know he is. It's not him I'm worried about. What if Veronica and Nick can't clear me? If we get caught, I'm dead, you'll be back at Fox River and so will L.J. He wouldn't last five seconds in that place, we both know it." Lincoln exclaimed worriedly, and rightfully so. "We won't get caught! As soon as things settle and we get our plans made, we'll be out of the country in no time. We've come too far to give up hope now!" he said to his brother. "I'm not giving up hope. I just can't help but wonder… I don't like the idea of L.J. being in the same place as T-Bag without bars separating them." Lincoln said as he thought of the other occupants of the house. "You're not the only one." It was Sucre, they had been so caught up in their conversation that they hadn't notice his arrival. "What do you mean?" Michael asked. He thought that the only other person who knew that L.J was there was Cali. Sucre entered the room, shutting the door behind him, and pulled the chair away from the desk in the corner to the end of Lincoln's bed. "Cali asked me to look out for him, and to have the others do the same. Ya' know make sure Bagwell never gets him alone. You got nothing to worry about Linc, ain't nothing happenin to your boy." He said gesturing to the sleeping form of L.J. "Thanks man." Lincoln said. "Anytime… Well boys, I'm off to bed. I suggest you do the same, you two look like shit!" Sucre joked as he put the chair back and headed for the door. Michael and Lincoln gave tired laughs and bid Sucre goodnight, before taking his advice and hitting the sack themselves.
The day after the escape at Fox River
Sara Tancredi sat in shock as a man who the lead investigator of the escape, Detective Reese, questioned her. "Dr. Tancredi, which of the escaped inmates did you have the most contact with?" Det. Reese asked. "Michael Scofield. I saw him daily for his insulin shot." Sara answered. "When you last saw him, did he say anything indicating that you would not be seeing each other again, or had his demeanor changed at all?" Reese questioned. Sara took a moment to replay their last visit in her mind before answering the question "I told him that he sounded like he was saying good-bye. He did seem to be on edge about something. I just figured it was the fact that his brother was going to be executed today." She said. "You were the last person to see Burrows before the escape, is that correct?" "I saw him just before I left. There was a guard outside the infirmary when I left; whether or not he stayed there I don't know." She said trying to keep her emotions in check. She didn't like being treated as if she had opened that window and let them out herself. "Is there anyone that you know of who could have participated in the escape? From the outside I mean. For instance the two men and the one woman who assaulted the guard. Do you have any idea of who they could be?" he asked. Sara racked her brain trying to remember if any of the escapees had ever mentioned family members or if she had seen anyone fitting the descriptions at the prison during visiting hours. There was only one person she could think of. "There was a young woman, Lyndi Deacon. She was doing a paper on Burrows. I don't think she would have done thing though, she's going to school majoring in Criminal Justice." Sara said. "I have someone looking into her. Sometimes the best way to beat the system is to know it inside out. You know what I mean?" Det. Reese asked. Sara merely nodded her head. She knew that he was talking about Lyndi, but she couldn't help but picture him using that same statement about her.
Before he could ask her another question there was a knock at the door. "Come in." Reese said. The door opened to reveal a young man, dressed in a black and white suit, holding a newspaper. "I'm sorry to interrupt, sir. I just thought you should know that I found Lyndi Deacon." The man explained. "Great! Where is she?" Reese asked. The man made his way to the desk with a solemn look on his face. He handed Detective Reese the paper. "She's dead, sir." Sara couldn't believe her ears. "Did he say dead?" She asked herself. "Excuse me, Doctor." Reese said as he and the young man exited the room, leaving the newspaper on the desk. As soon as she heard the door close her arm shot out and grabbed hold of the paper. Her eyes scanned the front page frantically until the found what they were looking for.
"Crash Victim Identified." Chicago: The victim of a fiery automobile accident between here and Joliet has been identified as 23 year old Lyndi Elizabeth Deacon of Chicago. Police reports state that Deacon appears to have fallen asleep at the wheel and lost control of her vehicle. The 1999 Pontiac Grand Am then rolled three times before finally resting in a nearby ditch and catching fire. By the time emergency services arrived on scene the car was completely engulfed in flames. Deacon was identified only by dental records. A search for next of kin came up empty. The state of Illinois will handle funeral arrangements." It was only when a tear hit the paper that Sara had realized that she was crying. She had only met Lyndi once but she really enjoyed her company. People like Lyndi gave her hope for the future; she was not willing to take things at face value. She was going to put her own effort into them, just as she had with Lincoln's case and Sara was sure that Lyndi would have handled every other case she dealt with in the same way.
"Dr.Tancredi?" Detective Reese asked from the doorway. Sara stood and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, before turning to the man "Yes?" she asked. "You may return to work. If we have any more questions we'll contact you." He informed her. "Oh alright." She said quietly as she made her way to the infirmary, where she would only be greeted with more detectives.