Wrote this based on speculation and perhaps a few spoilers. Hope ya like! I own nothing, as usual.
"You know what the numbers mean?"
"Yes."
"….Are you coming?"
"…Yes."
"Thank you. I'll see you there. Midnight."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye, Sara."
Such was the conversation that had taken place two days before.
Michael now sat in a broken down hotel room, anxiously waiting for the moment when he would see her again. Speak to her again. And tell her that she would have to run with them.
She was being targeted. After hearing of Governor Tancredi's "suicide", he knew what had to be done.
And he hated that he had brought her to this.
Sara had been living a perfectly normal life before he came along.
Before he walked into her office and spoke to her.
It seemed like yesterday when he had introduced himself.
Now here he was. Fingers intertwining nervously, foot tapping the floor, his eyes glued to the local news that was pushing through static on the old T.V.
He waited for the headline: "Daughter of late governor Frank Tancredi found shot in her apartment".
He swallowed and forced himself to turn the machine and his imagination off simultaneously.
Grabbing the provided newspaper he opted to fan himself with it rather than read it. Apparently the air conditioning was on the fritz.
Or he was far more nervous than he first thought.
What would he say to her? 'Hey, sorry for ruining your life, come run away with me and my fellow fugitive brother'?
That would certainly be getting his point across.
He glanced at the clock every five minutes.
Eleven-fifteen.
Why had he come so early?
Eleven-twenty.
He had told her midnight.
Eleven-twenty-five.
The longer he sat here the more he risked being discovered.
She always seemed to cloud his judgment.
And he never seemed to care, even when he should have.
Nearly thirty minutes had passed by and Michael was becoming concerned.
It was almost midnight. She could be a few minutes late. But he'd rather her be a few minutes early.
Twelve o' three.
Michael paced the room and kept his eyes on the door.
He nearly jumped when knocking sounded on the other side.
Relief hit him first. But the nervousness returned immediately as he reached for the knob and turned it.
And there she stood, wearing a dark blue blouse and simple blue-jeans.
But before he could speak, or let her in, or do anything, Sara's eye-line lowered and her mouth cracked open slightly.
It was then Michael remembered that he had removed his jeans earlier to cool off.