Veronica had just dropped LJ of at the cemetery and was now on her way back home, when she decided to go by her old firm ant try to get her job back. She was greeted by many unfamiliar faces in the bullpen of 'Lawyer 97' but fortunately the boss was still the same, Mark Taylor.

"Veronica Donovan, a pleasure to see you! With what can I be of your assistance?" he asked after the, almost mandatory kisses on each cheek. She smiled her brightest smile and replied back

"Well my baby girl is old enough to spend the day with the sitter now and so I could work again. I loved working here and even if it were only one day a week I would be honored to get that privilege again!"

On one hand her mind screamed 'suck up' at her but on the other hand her reason told her that she, Linc and Amy would need a steady, fix and dependable source of income every month and that she technically hadn't been telling lies right now. She really wanted her job back and she had liked the firm. Mark told her that he had to discuss this with the other partners in the next administrative meeting and promised to call as soon as he knew the outcome of it. So Veronica went home to spent some alone time with Amy, who had had her first morning alone with the sitter.

Like every Wednesday Sara went to the cemetery to visit her mother's grave. This time she was later than usual. After her emotional box incident she hadn't slept all that well at first and in the aftermath she had slept well into the day but nothing could hinder her from making this small visit. A few rows down she noticed a young man crouching in front of a headstone and when he got up she recognized him as LJ Ricks. She also noticed that he hadn't placed any flowers so she decided to bring one of the lilies she brought over. Sara read the names on the granite block Lisa and Tom Morgan and then her sight fell on the death date.

Both died at the same day? Maybe it was an accident? Oh that seems to have been a hard year not only for me.

Afterwards Sara arrived just in time to start her class. She put the future paramedics in pairs but she needed a volunteer to demonstrate. She let her eyes wander in search of someone who wasn't fully paying attention and somehow it was LJ today.

"LJ come here you can demonstrate your skills on me! The goal is to find a place to draw blood or put an IV. We assume our patient is unconscious but we need to find the 'good' arm fast. This is also a great exercise to lose the fear of touching someone unfamiliar in more or less intimate places."

LJ's head had shot up distractedly when he heard his name but he went to the front nonetheless. Sara held out both her arms and motioned for LJ to roll up the sleeves. At first he didn't see anything special on the inside of her elbows but when he put his fingers on them he felt the old scar tissue and how hard the veins beneath had become. LJ lifted his head and looked unsure into Sara's eyes and she knew he didn't want to voice the thoughts he had right now so she did it for him.

"Listen up guys I have a confession to make. Years back, during my residency I got addicted to clinical Morphine but an accident in which I couldn't help the victim because I was too high shook me awake. I went to meetings and became clean. This sounds like a successful story and it was until 5 years ago, when I relapsed. LJ saw the needle marks and I thought it was best to tell you now."

With that she turned back to LJ and asked "So where would you try to draw blood?"

"Well seeing that you are right handed I would say the scar tissue on your left arm is from the abuse so I would take the right arm. This is also a safe choice seeing that 90 percent of the people are right handed." LJ said slowly and carefully but when he saw a smile spread on Sara's face and heard her say "Good job!" he let out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding.

Michael was in his office and sat over the blueprints of Fox River considering every possible break out point. While doing so he got many flashbacks from the first time he did something of this nature and he subconsciously rolled up his sleeve and tapped the cauldron on his wrist. One of his associates and a good friend, Andrew Bannings came in and pulled him out of his trance

"What does 'Cute Poison' stand for?" Michael jolted in his seat and seemed to feel caught.

"Man where have you been?" Andy asked Michael worriedly but Mike only pointed at the various pages of blueprints strewn across his desk.

"What did you want?" Michael asked after a couple of seconds silence.

"Oh I came here to tell you we decided to go to 'Oscars' tonight. Pete said to be there at like 9. You are still on right?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll be there. Anything else?"

"Nothing important, but man take my advice don't try to envision yourself in a cell it can't be healthy! See you later!" and Andy was gone again. Michael leaned back in his chair and called it a day. With a glance at his watch he knew he had to leave anyways if he wanted to be at the hospital on time.

The paramedics class today had been all about drugs, possible abuse and how easy and fast you can get addicted. Sara was about to clean up the room when she noticed that LJ had left his notes.

Maybe he hasn't left the hospital yet.

She took the folder and started to hurry out of the door when she saw a piece of paper on the floor. Sara read two words on it Insulin and Pugnac. It was written in LJ's handwriting so she placed in the folder and wondered what the boy wanted with two drugs which were counteracting each other.

I'll just have to wait and see.

LJ was nearly out the door when he heard someone behind him call his name. It was Sara and she had a folder in her hand that looked strangely familiar.

"You forgot your notes!" she said holding out former named object.

"Oh thanks. Would be hard to revise and study without them. I got to hurry my uncle is picking me up. See you next time!"

"No problem. Bye!"

Michael sat in his car parked in front of the main entrance. He could already see LJ when his nephew turned around again and talked to someone Mike couldn't see.

Oh come on kid, you can flirt later!

Michaels thoughts wander back to the time when he was in the infirmary trying to charm Sara Tancredi.

My Sara!

He shook his head fevertly to rid himself of these painful thoughts when LJ pulled open the door.

"Hey Uncle Mike sorry I am late and thanks for picking me up!"

"No problem. Anything for my family. So who were you talking to back there? New girlfriend?" Michael said slightly teasing and the young man started to choke.

"Eh no. That was Sara my teacher and Veronicas friend! She is hot but too old." LJ explained and couldn't resist "But she could be a great match for you!" Michael just laughed.

No one will ever be enough!

If he only knew. After he had dropped LJ of at home Michael got ready for his night out.

A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read (and maybe review?). I'd love to hear what I can do to improve my writing. As for the anonymous reviews: Sara&Michael thanks so much for every review :) and Sara Scofield did you survive? Next chapter is going to be in the gym again ...