Clara was sat in a bar, sipping on a glass of white wine, the taste bitter on her lips as she looked to her cell. She was waiting for them to come and pick her up after she thought that she might have discovered something useful. She finished her white wine before she saw Lincoln enter the bar. Standing up, she wandered over towards him as the pair of them left together.

"I take it going back to the penthouse is out of the question?" he asked of her and Clara rolled her eyes, her bag on her arm as she followed him outside, letting him hold the door open for her.

"Lisa is back," Clara explained, "so I'm spending as much time as possible outside and away from her. Just the thought of her lying to my face…how could she do that to me?"

"I don't know," Lincoln answered truthfully, pulling the door open for her and she climbed in.

He slipped into the driver's seat before Clara dared to question him. She hadn't had a chance to speak to him since all of this had started, but a part of her was intrigued as she spoke with him. "So how are your son and Sofia?"

"Fine, I think," Lincoln said. "It was nice being a free man for a month before I was dragged back into this mess. I keep telling myself that I'll be able to go back to them once this is done."

"You will," Clara responded. "Perhaps we'll all be able to go back to normal…that is if you don't decide to kill Alex?"

"Nah," Lincoln said with a shake of his head. "He's got enough on his plate right now without adding my issues to it. Besides, something tells me he's almost relieved that you're back in his life. You know he can't stop worrying about you."

Clara glanced down as Lincoln turned a corner. She shrugged before muttering. "Yeah, well, feeling is mutual," she admitted, "but he's got enough on his plate without thinking about me or worrying."

"Yeah, but he isn't going to do that," Lincoln responded. "Besides, we're all very excited to find out what you know."

Clara scoffed. "The excitement in your voice is almost palpable," she told him.

"Well, it's difficult to get excited about risking your life," Lincoln admitted.

They both conversed about random things on the journey back to the warehouse before pulling up inside. Clara climbed from the car and took the few steps up to the large table they were all sat around. Sending a smile in Alex's direction, she looked at him for a section before glancing around the table.

"Nathaniel Edison," Clara declared, moving to stand in front of the whiteboard as Michael nodded his head and Sara grabbed hold of a file.

"One of the cardholders?" she asked, holding up the photos they had yet to identify and Clara pointed to the one on the left. "Got it," Sara waved it and went to pin it onto the board before Michael spoke, hand on his chin as he looked to the photo.

"How did you find him?" Michael wondered.

"My uncle had gone to lunch with him," Clara said, "he came to pick Lisa up before going off. I remembered seeing him in the photos so I got his name. Anyway, I found out something interesting. He's a big horse racing fan."

Sucre frowned as Bellick scoffed.

"As are millions of people in the country," Bellick said.

"Yeah, but millions of people aren't going to be at the racetrack this weekend," Clara said. "He told me he knows this guy who has told him this horse is a dead cert. I said I liked horse racing and he invited me along. So guess what?"

Michael smirked. "You think you can get the data?"

"No doubt," Clara shrugged at him. "Of course, there could be problems…especially if he doesn't bring it with him."

"He'll take it," Michael nodded. "The card holders have their card on them most of the times for safety."

"Then you just give me that device and I'll get to work," Clara nodded.

"And we'll all be there," Alex nodded, wondering if that assured her in anyway.

But it did. It assured her more than it should.

…

Standing outside in the stands, Clara clung onto the barrier in front of her as she waited for the race to begin. Nathaniel was stood to the side of her and she had seen the gang loitering around, each one of them in a different spot. Nathaniel's wife had gone into the bar, grabbing three glasses of champagne for them. Clara smiled as she handed her one.

The device in her bag was well hidden, but she only hoped that it could still pick up data from his card.

"So what gate are we looking at?" Clara asked of Nathaniel.

"Number 8," he said, staring at it. "It's a dead cert. I know it."

Clara was dressed in a short blue dress that she was constantly tugging down her legs as it rode up. She kept quiet for a few moments as Nathaniel's wife turned to look to her, pointing to the gate. She took hold of his hand as Clara turned her head over her shoulder to see if anyone was there.

"So, Nate tells me you're the niece of Jonathan," his wife said and Clara nodded, sipping on her champagne.

"Yeah," she answered. "I met your husband the other night when he was off to lunch with my uncle and cousin. He said that he liked horse racing and I told him that I liked horse racing, but I never got a chance to go all too often."

"Sounds like Nate," the woman declared, running her hand up her husband's arm as he remained too intrigued by the horse racing taking place outside. "He's always trying to get people interested in horse racing."

"Is he?" Clara wondered back. "Well, I mean it was nice of him to invite me here. I just…"

As the horse bolted from the stable, Clara heard some kind of commotion coming from inside of the building. It took her a moment before she turned her head over her shoulder, wondering what the hell was going on before she saw him. Her eyes went wide as Nathaniel's wife placed a hand on Clara's shoulder.

"You alright, honey?" she asked and Clara nodded, fixing a smile on her face before placing her champagne down on a table.

"Fine," she said. "I just thought I saw someone I knew. I'll be back in a moment."

"You're going to miss the race," his wife said, but Clara was already moving back inside, her black bag swinging against her hips as she came to the inside bar and she placed a hand over her forehead, her brow furrowing as she saw Alex with a cop.

He was in handcuffs, the cop dragging him off as Michael came to stand by Clara's side, his voice low and full of annoyance as they watched Alex go from their sight. Clara continued to let her eyes widen and her mouth gape as she spoke.

"What the hell happened?" she wondered from Michael.

"Some guy knocked into the table we were stood at," Michael informed her. "Anyway, he'd had too much to drink and he swung at Alex. Alex went to try and restrain him but ended up knocking into a cop. He's got himself arrested."

"So we need to bail him out," Clara said with a nod. "That shouldn't be too hard, should it?"

"Depends," Michael said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We'll need someone to go down to the station and find out what he's being charged for and whether or not they find out who he really is…if they do then he's on his own and going straight back to a jail cell."

"Not on my watch," Clara responded, pulling out the device from her bag and pressing it into Michael's palm before moving off.

…

Alex knew he had been stupid. He shouldn't have swung for that man. He had used his fake ID, Frank Zwan, knowing that his real name would get him nothing but a one-way ticket back to jail. He had played along with the cop behind the desk. His possessions had been confiscated from him. He had tried to persuade the desk sergeant to let him go, but it hadn't worked. He had been processed, forced to ink his fingers.

And then he had been locked up in a cell. He knew that the gang wouldn't come for him. He had nothing they wanted and there was no doubt that they wouldn't come back for him. Alex wondered if he would do the same for one of them. Of course, there was always someone who he knew he was coming to rely on. As his hands gripped the bars, he could see through the hatch to where she had walked in.

The dress on her thighs was dangerously high and the sunglasses she wore covered her face. Pulling them off, she placed them on top of her head before coming to the desk sergeant. Looking to the man at the desk, Clara dropped her hands to her hips as she noticed him, nodding her head across to him.

"I'm here for him."

He turned his head over his shoulder. "He's being charged," the man declared. "He's not being bailed for some time."

"What did he do?" Clara demanded from the man.

"Punched an officer…tried to resist arrest…" he said and Clara rolled her eyes.

"Don't you have worse people to be finding? Or wasting your time with?" she enquired and the man arched a brow at hearing her.

"Do you think that hitting an officer is not a serious offence?" he wondered from her.

Again, Clara bit her tongue, not wanting to tell them exactly what she thought.

"So what do I do?" Clara demanded from him.

"Not my issue, sweetheart," he said. "But your boyfriend isn't getting out anytime soon."

Clara shot Alex an apologetic look before sitting down on a bench, refusing to leave until she knew more. If Alex was processed and they took his prints then they would know exactly who he was. That was the part that scared Clara. She couldn't leave until she knew what was happening. She sat down as Alex watched her for a moment, sweating once more as he opened a button on his shirt.

He didn't know how long had passed before an officer came to him and offered him a deal. Apparently he had been spotted at the racetrack with Michael and they wanted him to turn him in. But Alex didn't do it. He wasn't going to turn anyone in. He didn't do that.

Clara remained on the blue seat against the wall for a while until she saw him. He entered the station and instantly she felt her blood run cold. Shaking her head back and forth, she slipped her sunglasses onto her face and stood up as the man went to the desk and asked to see Frank Zwan. Clara took one look to Alex before he bent down, hands around the bars as he saw the man who had killed his son stood at the desk.

"Someone else here to see Frank, huh?" the desk sergeant asked as Clara came to the door. But it was too late. "Seems your boyfriend has a lot of friends."

Wyatt turned around then as Clara held the door open, her hands sweating as Alex shook his head in the background, urging for her to run. She had to run and she had to get away before he got his hands on her. It was over for her now. There would be no doubting that.

"Miss Reynolds," his silky voice spoke and Clara moved then, unable to stay.

But he was busy chasing after her. Clara didn't know how long she ran for, but his footsteps were close behind her. She tried to stay ahead, but as she crossed the road she failed to move in and out of the traffic. She tripped, falling onto the floor as Wyatt came to the other side of the road, his hand moving to grip her forearm.

"Get away from me," Clara demanded.

"I don't think so," Wyatt responded, hauling her to her feet. "No doubt your uncle will want a word."

…

Alex took his phone call before he was being transferred to the courthouse. He called Michael, his voice full of pleading as he spoke to the man on the other end of the line.

"Michael," he said. "Listen to me, I'm not going to turn you in or do anything to hurt you…but Wyatt…he was here…he was at the police station and Clara was here. He saw her, Michael. He saw her and I think he knows."

"Alex, calm down," Michael demanded from him, but Alex shook his head, his cuffed hands still holding onto the phone.

"No," Alex said quickly. "Listen to me, Michael…he's…if he's got her then he's going to find out. I need you to find her. I need you to track that cell you gave her. I need you to do that and get her out…get her safe…"

"Yeah," Michael agreed, voice weak as Alex took a deep breath and nodded his head.

"And kill him," Alex said. "For my boy."

…

Clara was shocked when he didn't take her to her uncle. Instead he had taken her to a motel of some kind, tying her to a chair and stuffing a gag in her mouth to keep her quiet. She had done her best to yell out loud, begging for someone to find her, but no one came. No one came to help her. Instead she could only try to hold herself together.

"Alexander Mahone is due in court in three hours so I didn't have time to take you to the General," he informed her in a low voice. "However, I will give him a call and tell him what I have found."

He did just that, pulling his cell out and placing it to his ear. Clara listened, her breathing almost too loud for her to hear over the sound of it. All that she could do was sit and hold on tight.

"Your niece…yes…well your suspicions were correct. She was with Mahone…trying to bail him out. No."

He hung up and moved then, crouching in front of Clara before pulling the gag from her mouth.

"Scream and I make sure Alex's death is long and painful," he promised her and she bit down on her tongue. "Now, what were you doing with Alexander Mahone?"

"Nothing," Clara responded. "Well, I mean…I was trying to bail him out. We have a history and-"

"-Don't lie to me," he demanded from her. "The only reason why you would know he is in LA is if he has made contact and it seems he did just that. The story is that he is in a supermax jail. We both know that's a lie."

"Yeah, so?" Clara demanded.

"Then you know the truth," he told her. "You know what they are doing. But you see, your uncle also really wants to know what they are doing. He has his doubts about you, Miss Reynolds."

Clara deadpanned with him then. "So we can stop the games?" she wondered from him. "I know who my uncle is. I know what he did. I know what he has done to me and it sickens me."

"So what is it they are doing?" he asked from her. "I saw Sara Tancredi the other day and then Alexander Mahone today. What is it that they are doing exactly?"

Clara chuckled then, shaking her head back and forth. "Do you truly think I am going to tell you?" she wondered from him. "I'm telling you nothing."

He stood up then and moved his hands to his sleeves, pulling them up as Clara felt herself gulp loudly, her chin held high as she refused to let him get the better of her. Instead she took a deep breath and wondered what was going to happen as he moved his hands to crack his knuckles.

"Your uncle told me not to do too much damage if you refused to talk," he said and looked her in the eye. "So I'd suggest you start talking. You have an hour before I need to leave for court."

Clara continued to stare at him, her face stoic. "Then you'd best make the most of that hour."

…

Alex didn't know what was running through his mind. They had broken him out of the courthouse and Wyatt had been there. As they drove away he had threatened Alex. But all Alex could do was think about Clara. Michael said that they had tracked her to a motel and Lincoln had found her. She was alone as Wyatt had gone to the courthouse.

It was a long drive back to the warehouse and Alex felt his blood run cold as he rushed into the building in time to see her. Lincoln had her laid down on one of the red sofas. He looked over to the group before yelling.

"Sara!" he roared her name and she moved with haste over towards them, seeing Clara laid on the sofa.

She knelt down on the floor as Lincoln spoke.

"I went in and she was like this," Lincoln said, standing up and motioning down to her.

"Clara," Sara said, voice loud and clear. "Can you hear me? Clara?"

"What's wrong with her?" Alex demanded, voice high pitched as he looked down to her.

She was sweating, muttering in incomprehensible sentences as Sara moved a hand to check her pulse, holding her wrist in between her fingers before she shook her head with haste, letting her wrist go as she continued to whisper in a small voice, making no sense whatsoever.

"He's injected her with something," Sara observed. "The mark on her wrist is fresh and matches that of a syringe. I don't know what…confusion…talkativeness…it could be anything…flunitrazepam, maybe?"

"How long will it last?" Alex was the one to ask.

"I don't know," Sara said. "We need to keep her here and rested until it passes. She might suffer vomiting so someone needs to stay awake with her."

"I'll do it," Alex volunteered.

"Okay," Sara said. "I'll stay with you. Listen…bring her to the boat…the bed in there will be better."

Nodding, Alex bent down to pick Clara up, but she tried to push him from her. Her efforts were weak and Alex managed to restrain her with the help of Lincoln, tossing her into his arms before moving with haste towards the boat. Climbing into it behind Sara, he gently placed Clara on the bed at the end of it, hiding her from the rest of the warehouse.

"She has a high pulse," Sara said. "Whatever he gave her I think he was trying to disorientate her, judging by the babbling and confusion."

Alex's brow furrowed. "Why would he want to confuse her?"

"Because sometimes when people are confused they tell the truth," Sara responded. "We'll only know what he found out when she wakes up, and even then she might not remember what she told him. I wouldn't blame her. She's not exactly with it."

"Typically though," Alex said, hand flat in front of him, "how long should this last?"

"I'd say twelve hours," Sara said. "Hopefully by the middle of the night she'll be coherent enough to tell us what the hell happened to her."

"I hope so," Alex responded before moving to sit on the floor by the bed near her as Sara took a perch on a stool, hands clasped in front of her.

They both lapsed into silence then, avoiding each other's gaze. Instead, Alex was too concerned with Clara, watching her as she fell silent and finally let sleep take hold of her. She closed her eyes, only occasionally whispering in her sleep. Alex had closed his eyes then, only opening them as he heard Sara move, her footsteps quiet as she came to stand next to Clara. She pressed her fingers to her wrist once more and then felt her forehead.

"What's the verdict, doc?" Alex muttered, feeling sleepy but too scared to let it take over him in case something happened.

"She's cooled down and her pulse has lowered," Sara said. "She might still feel ill though."

"Do you want me to take her to my bunk so you can get some sleep?"

Sara shook her head, standing up, her hands holding her thighs as she made the motion. She gave Alex a nod. "I'll go and sleep on the sofas. Just stay with her and let me know if anything changes," she told him.

"Thanks, Sara," Alex said, his voice full of emotion as Sara offered him a nod and then slipped from the boat.

Alex moved then, sitting on the side of the bed as he saw her peel her eyes open. She looked up to him, her hand reaching out as she tried to find his. Alex took hold of her fingers in his grip, holding them gently as he moved his hand to brush over her forehead, pushing her hair from her face.

"How you feeling?" Alex asked from her.

"Like I'm floating," she whispered and Alex knew she was still not entirely back to normal. "How did you find me?"

"I saw him in the police station and I called Michael…asked him to track you and find you."

Clara opened her mouth, feeling how dry it was as she began to shiver, a feeling of cold taking over her. Alex moved then, pulling the duvet from the bottom of the bed up and covering her as she hummed in contentment before closing her eyes and speaking.

"He said he would kill you," she muttered.

"The guys…they broke me out before he could do anything," Alex informed her. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Clara nodded, rolling onto her side, her eyes still closed as she kept hold of Alex's hand and he watched her, his free hand going to stroke her hair soothingly as he heard her whisper, knowing full well she would not speak the words she said if she were conscious and coherent.

"He told me you'd abandon me," she whispered, "but I knew you wouldn't…you kissed me…you actually care about me."

Closing his eyes, Alex went back to that moment, fleetingly allowing himself to recall it. He could still imagine how her lips felt on his and he knew that it didn't feel wrong. He thought that it might. He felt as though he was betraying Pam. He felt as though she would feel wronged. But she didn't know. She didn't know and he knew that their marriage had been over for a long time.

"And I like you," Clara mumbled and Alex arched a brow.

"Oh, really?" he asked from her, trying not to sound too amused by her comments, but he was finding it difficult not to be, despite the circumstances. He knew he should have other thoughts, but he quite enjoyed the thought of Clara telling him the truth.

"Yeah," Clara mumbled. "Like a lot…a lot."

"Well, we can talk about that when you've slept," Alex promised her.

Nodding, she yawned, her eyes still shut tightly. "I didn't tell him anything," she said again. "I don't think I did."

"It's alright," he promised her. "We'll worry about that later. Just get some rest."

She did as she was told then as Alex let her sleep and he slipped back down to sit on the floor, his hand still holding onto hers as he watched her go back to sleep, her breathing becoming more shallow and her mouth slightly open. Alex closed his eyes, thinking that it might be safe to fall asleep for a while.

…

Alex was shaken awake, the feeling of Michael's hand on his shoulder as he opened his eyes and startled slightly. He looked up to Michael who sent a small nod in Alex's direction.

"I'd ask how she's been doing, but I think you've been sleeping," Michael said and Alex stretched his neck, moving to his feet as he placed his hands onto his hips and nodded.

"She woke up for a few minutes and said that she didn't tell him anything, but I don't know if she was telling the truth…I mean…she was out of it," Alex said, turning to look at her for a moment. "But I believe her. She's pretty resilient."

"Good," Michael said. "Because there is no chance she can go back to the General or her cousin now. She has to stay with us."

"I know," Alex said.

"We're planning how to get the next card," Michael said, "but we'd understand if you wanted to stay here with her."

"Yeah," Alex said with a nod. "Just that Sara said she could be ill and I don't want her to be alone in case she's-"

"-I'm fine," a voice interrupted and both of them glanced to her as she held the duvet to her chin. "Go with him and plan. I'll come and help in a minute."

"Clara, no one is expecting you to help right now," Michael told her. "Just stay there and get some sleep. We'll fill you in when you're feeling up to it…but…I have to say thank you…for getting those two cards. We don't know what we would have done without you."

Clara scoffed. "You'd have managed," she muttered. "I bet you've been planning things since you were in the womb."

Michael arched an amused brow as Alex let out a small laugh and nodded his head in agreement. Michael climbed out from the boat then while Alex took a moment to peer back to Clara, his hand going to her shoulder.

"I'll be back in a bit," he promised her.

"Hmm," she grunted at him and he left her alone, feeling his cell in his pocket and knowing that there was a call he had to make once they had finished their plans.