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"Dr. Tancredi."

Sara looked up from the chart in her hands to the nurse walking beside her. "Hey Susan."

"We have a 911 coming in."

"ETA?"

"About three minutes."

"I'll meet you in the ambulance bay," she said giving the chart to another nurse. Sara ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. Her shift was almost over and all she wanted to do was go home and go to bed. It was the week before Christmas and the hospital was short staffed. This was her second double shift in a week and Sara was exhausted.

Part of her welcomed the work. It was a nice distraction from the media. Her father had been named President of the United States and the reporters tracked her down and mobbed her wherever she went. Sara had moved to Los Angeles to get away from all the attention, but she guessed she could never escape it.

Susan walked in from the ambulance bay along with two paramedics pushing a gurney. "What happened?" Sara asked walking over to them.

"Died on the way over here. There was a gang shoot out downtown," one of the paramedics answered.

Sara looked down at the boy. He had to be no more than nineteen years old and had two gunshot wounds in his chest. The paramedics continued down the hall, but Sara stayed rooted to the floor staring at the spot where the boy's body had been.

Memories flooded her mind when she saw the tattooed torso and arms of the boy. She learned to push all thoughts of Michael Scofield to the back of her brain, but seeing the tattoos made them all come rushing back.

Sara shook her head. Five years had passed since she last saw him, but he still had the same effect on her. About a year after the escape Lincoln Burrows was exonerated. She didn't know all the details, but they found that Terrence Steadman was still alive. Michael turned himself in and was sentenced to five years in prison. He was paroled after a year. She had no idea where they were now. It was good that she didn't. Now they could all put the past behind them and move on.

"Hey, Sara. What time are you off?"

Dr. Perry woke Sara from her reverie and she jumped. "I didn't mean to scare you," he said smiling.

"I guess I must be pretty out of it. What was your question?"

"I wanted to know when you got off. I thought we could go grab a bite to eat."

"Thanks for the offer, but I really just want to go home and sleep. Rain check, though."

He smiled at her and nodded. "Would you like a ride home?"

"No, thanks. I like walking." Sara grabbed her coat and headed out the door. Her apartment wasn't too far from the hospital and she welcomed the exercise.

The cool night air brushed against her skin, but Sara didn't notice. Once again her thoughts were on Michael. Despite herself she wondered where he was. She doubted he went back to Chicago. For all she knew he was on the other side of the world. He mentioned once that he liked Thailand. Maybe he moved there.

Sara turned the corner and collided with a man in a dark blue suit. She felt him grab her shoulders to stop her from falling backward. "Sorry," she said steadying herself.

"My fault. I wasn't watching where I was going." Sara's head shot up and she came face to face with the one man she thought she'd never see again and he looked just as stunned to see her.

"Sara," he whispered. She was aware that his hands were still on her shoulders, but she made no move to back away.

"W-What are you doing here?"

"I live here."

"No, this is where I live," she finally backed away from him. How was she supposed to have a new life when the man she was trying to forget lived in the same city, probably same neighborhood as she did. Even though she was angry she couldn't deny that part of her was happy to see Michael. She felt the same rush of excitement like when he came into the infirmary. Michael's eyes narrowed slightly sensing her anger and he took a small step back.

"I'm sorry," she said after a moment. "It's been a long day." And getting longer.

"How are you," Michael asked.

"Alright. I've been working at Los Angeles Memorial for the past few years. What about you?"

"I moved here a few months ago and got a job at an architectural firm."

"Did the design any prisons?"

Michael smiled and shook his head, "I don't think so." His eyes connected with hers and he was taken back to the times in the infirmary where they would stare at each other and the world around them seemed to stop. Michael's phone rang and he reached to grab it, tearing his eyes away. Sara looked to the ground and fidgeted with her coat.

"It's my boss," Michael said trying to hide his disappointment. "I need to get back to work."

"It was good to see you Michael," Sara took a stepped passed him and starting making her way back to her apartment.

"Sara," Michael called walking back up to her. "Can we have dinner or something? I'd like to talk to you."

"I'm off tomorrow night."

"Do you know the new Italian restaurant by the Pier? I'll meet you there at 8:00."

Sara nodded and continued back her apartment. She knew going out to dinner with Michael was probably the last thing she should be doing, but it also might help her finally put everything behind her.