You Have A Plan?

The sun was beaming high above the photograph-like, idealic scene. It burst through all windows of the small house that sat in the middle of it all, and woke up Michael Scofield from his deep sleep.

His eyes opened in a single heartbeat. He bent himself up into a sitting position then ran his sight along the wall and to the door. He pushed his hands down to get off the bed then cautiously walked towards the door, like the world had came crashing down outside the haven that was his room. His hand grasped the door handle and opened it slowly, only to reveal Lincoln sitting by the table with the map spread out and a red marker in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked him while rubbing his eyes. He walked towards the fridge for a drink, not taking his vision off of Lincoln who was acting a little too suspiciously.

Lincoln's hand darted down onto the map and made a large, red circle. He was in a state of concentration, and only managed to catch a couple of words from what Michael had said. "I'm doing what you chose not to do." He answered the question which he thought he had heard, which actually turned out right.

Michael took a carton of milk from the refridgerator and poured it into a glass from one of the overhead cabinets. He sipped at it while staring at the fully dressed Lincoln, compared to him who was only wearing his boxer-shorts. "I didn't choose not to do it. I chose to postpone it. We tried it before. He's probably ten times more secure than he was then."

"Well unfortunately that won't do. I have a plan for us. We can do this." Lincoln's voice was growing excited. The plan was continuously flowing through his mind, along with a string of thoughts which made him believe it would work.

"And what is this plan?" Michael finished the glass quickly. He walked over to the sink and dropped it in then made his way out of the kitchen. He fell onto the sofa lazily, his early morning exhaustion still hung over him.

"I've marked out a detention center in Arizona. He may have been sent there. If we make it even close by, we can survey the area and then make up something to help us get my son back." The state of concentration had been broken as he folded the map back up again. He slipped it under the phone, which was soon becoming the map's very own hideaway, then turned the chair around to face Michael. "It has to work."

"You say 'may'. In a situation like this, we don't use the word 'may'." His eyes met with his as he sifted through the plans he had in his head. "Anyway, last night I thought about what you said and I have a plan of my own."

Lincoln's eyes lit up with hope. Michael loved seeing that very expression, so it lit his face up too. "You have a plan? What is it?" Lincoln asked with a hint of desperation in his voice. He needed his son back. He needed to hear him speak again. He needed to tell him he loved him. He needed to see the expression on his face once he said those words.

Lincoln hugged a tiny L.J, who was around 9 or 10 at the time. L.J's face was full of innocence as he wrapped his little arms around his father's neck.

"I love you." Lincoln whispered in his ear. His face lit up, a smile graced his face as the world around him fell to his side and left just him and his dad. The love between them was so strong. Both of them never wanted to let go. Lincoln wished time would stop. He wanted to hold onto time and make sure it never moved. He wanted his son to stay that innocent, that fresh.

L.J quietly whispered into his dad's ear with meaning and admiration, "I love you so much dad."

Michael could sense the desperation so quickly started explaining. He got off the couch and walked over to the map. Unfolding it, he got the red marker out once more. "We take the time out to work out where L.J is. Once we find out, we get close, we stalk. We take in all the surroundings, the thickness of the walls, the pipes below – everything. If it's somewhere nearby, I'll probably have the blueprints-"

"Probably?" Lincoln interrupted. He was shocked by his brother's words, but remembered it was to get his son back, so the probably's didn't really matter. He cared so much about this working, so he would do anything to make sure it did.

Michael looked at him, "If I don't have the blueprints then we're going to have to send someone in. They won't take us, obviously, so maybe we should disguise ourselves. I'll think about it nearer the time. Maybe we could find someone to do it for us. I don't know."

"Who would disguise themselves to help someone break out of a prison?" Lincoln wanted to ask every question under the sun. Surety was a hard thing for him by that point; he had been set up by the government, his son was doing drugs and becoming more and more like his dad at that age, and the love of his entire life had been shot and killed, all because of his own actions.

"Well, we're going to have to have to find someone who doesn't know it's us, and who's willing to put themselves at risk." Michael's eyes met with his. He could tell how desperate Lincoln was becoming. He only wanted to look out for his brother, but sometimes it was harder than he thought. Sometimes he had to take the position of the younger brother, just like years ago when he was the vulnerable little boy.

Lincoln tried to smile as his eyes fell to the ground. He knew that the plan Michael had come up with was better than nothing. If he did have the blueprints, which he probably did, then he would see his little boy again. The thought of seeing his smile one more time made him determined.

"I love you so much dad.."