Doctor Tancredi arrived early to Fox River State Penitentiary following her regular morning routine. The first sign of the unusual day she would face was the cordon of journalists the she would have to cross.

Those peoples seemed to be a flock of hungry vultures flying around a juicy cadaver waiting for the opportunity to take its slice. She could easily detect the bloodthirsty look in the eyes of certain well-known journalists. Those rapacious humans were ready to jump on their next victim, Pope, the warden.. She knew very well the bitter political game of sliding responsibility. Her father would crucify any person to stay out of the scandal that the media would soon roll him through.

She sympathized with Pope, the poor man had really bad luck, first the riot, now Burrow's break out. But she couldn't feel the same way about Bellick. The CO was slippery like an eel. He would do anything to avoid any consequence of what happened. She wondered whom he would blame to save his head. What stories he would invent that muddy the reputation of the victim he chose to save his position.

As soon as she stepped into the infirmary her eyes detected the white paper flower behind the glass. She couldn't hide her smile. It was a clear massage from the man that she deliberately had refused to think about. But now it was impossible. His words came back to her 'The questions you have about me…' Sara sighed. By now she knew that there were answers for each one of her questions. Slowly each peace of this puzzle fell into its correct place. She understood why he knew the location of the pipes on sickbay. Each one of his gestures, each one of his silences had an explanation.

Michael gave her the first signal the day before. She sensed immediately that he was saying good-bye. A few hours later the concierge found the broken pipe. It took her sometime to link the broken pipe with the slight smell floating in the room each time Michael left the infirmary. From that moment on her mind started to tie together the odd events of the last month. And finally Lincoln came with his intoxication. She recognized the clostridium-400 immediately. The drug perfectly mimicked the food poisoning. She decided to test her theory asking him if he wanted her to stay. She had to appeal to all her concentration not to laugh after seeing the desperate expression on his face.

She couldn't control the impulse to write 'Good luck' on the paper of her desk. It was a fool's mistake. Now sickbay was boiling with policeman and detectives. Underhandedly she approached to her desk. There wasn't any sign of the paper. Did he find it? Did a policeman?

"Dr. Tancredi." A masculine voice took her out of her ostracism. "Dr. Tancredi. I need to talk to you." The husky voice belonged to a tall, handsome, black man. "Let me introduce myself." His eyes scanned the prison doctor. "I'm Detective Sam Sullivan." He shook her hand firmly. "I undesrtand that Scofield came often to the infirmary."

"He is diabetic and needs insulin shot every day." Her voice's tone was professional, cold and smooth. The detective annotated what she said into his notebook.

"Ask her about her conversation in the yard." Bellick's voice sounded behind her.

Sullivan made a gesture of annoyance, he didn't like this fellow but the information he provided minutes ago was significant. "Did you talk with one of the fugitives in the yard?"

She nodded but before she could mutter a word Bellick insisted. "Come on Doc, you fell under Scofield's charm…"

Hearing his words an alarm started to scream inside her head. It was pathetically obvious what he was trying to do. The better way to cut his strategy was tell the truth. Ok not all the truth, a washed one. "Scofield was crossing a difficult period of his life. His brother was condemned to death. So I consulted his shrink trying to find the best way to help him with the crisis he would face after his brother death. This conversation was part of the strategy I established to treat my patient." She remarked.

"Oh! To flirt with him was part of your strategy." Bellick stated sarcastically. "Doc…"

As answer she walked to her desk, opened the first drawer and take out the third folio. "You can read his file Detective."

"Did you notice something unusual in Scofield behavior the last few weeks?" Sullivan asked her.

"My patient was a riddle Detective. He changed his mood constantly, one minute was friendly the next he didn't mutter a single word." Of course she didn't say that the reason for his sudden silence was her questions about his knowledge of the sickbay pipes. "He was a quiet person, too intelligent and I guess he had serious problem with certain group inside." She spun her head looking at Bellick. "Oh! By the way, Bellick, did you discover who cut two toes of Scofield right foot?"

It was unexpected for the CO, he frowned grunting something unintelligible and then he left pleading that he should continue with his duty.

"How could this incident be linked with the break out?" The detective questioned after the CO left the room.

"Indeed it is a sign of the security problem inside this prison." She stated. "If you don't have more questions, I have an infirmary to attend."

Detective Sullivan watched her enter into another room. He didn't like this case, too much pressure was on his back. His phone rang, he looked at the number on his cell-phone without answering. 'Not this guy again!' He puffed. Agent Kellerman was bothering once again with the same question and he didn't have an answer yet.

He had too much to do and when he spun to walk toward the door, he collided against the smiling CO. "What do you want now Bellick?"

"Don't let her pretty face deceive you. It is impossible for them to escape without an internal help. I know you think that Scofield is the brain behind this. But I knew the guy, he wasn't so smart, but he got her under his thumb. She was the one that suggested Burrows to stay in sickbay. She was involve in it, and I'm gonna prove it to you."

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Ok... I have a question: Do you think that Kellerman, the bad agent, should kill Veronica?

To be honest I have serious problems with her character and don't know what to do. I really would appreciate any suggestion about it...

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