A/N : Well, boys and girls, it's been a tough day for your poor little writer. So I'm looking to unwind with this. Hope it works. You know, writing this story calms me. When the day winds down, and I find myself once again sitting behind my computer – I feel soo relaxed.

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I'd give up my sight just to see you

Sara

It had been a week and three days. She didn't know how she could keep it up. Her work at Fox River was tiring, exhausting and – and the place was haunted with their ghosts. Every time she looked at the chaise, she could see Michael sitting there, propping himself up on his hands – showing off those muscles of his intentionally (Cheeky little bastard, he was) and at times, she would check her agenda during the day. His name was never written down anymore, and the book consisted of names in small, sloppy handwriting. She missed him so much she could barely breathe.

And that happened, sometimes. Sometimes she panicked, like she did that night when her father had called her. But he wasn't there to pull her close, and when she woke up in the hospitalbeds – his arm wasn't draped around her. No silly words whispered against her ear and no visions of Grams and Gramps.

She had moved. Renting the place where they'd spent their one peaceful day together. The previous owner, her cousin – left for Wisconsin a week ago, and she'd begged him not to take any of his furniture and leave the place whole. Maybe the place could heal her. Or maybe it wasn't the smartest decision, living between memories of what could be. Would be, she corrected herself.

Sara smiled. She'd moved into their place. And she'd keep it warm for him, until he came back. Tentatively reaching for her necklace, she closed her eyes and pictured his face, pleading for him to come back soon. Come home soon.

Michael

They were driving. Again. It was all they seemed to be doing ever since they left that night. He stared out of the window and looked at the passing landscape. They'd been here before. He grinned. They were going home.

"So –" Sucre leaned across the bench dividing the frontseat from the back, " You're absolutely sure the feds won't be looking for us there, are ya Papi?" Michael stared back at him in the rearviewmirror and smiled at his friend.

"Suci, have I ever let you down?"

Sucre nodded satisfied. "No." He gently pushed Michael's head. "You're okay, Mike. You're okay."

Michael chuckled. "Gee, thanks." Sucre pressed a kiss to his shaven head and heard a roar of laughter slipping out. "Now who's acting all friendly on me?"

The backseatrider bit his lip. "You better not tell anyone about this, you hear me Fish?"

"Whatever, Julio."

Lincoln let out a laugh. "Julio?" His face turned to understanding. "So Rosie would be...hm ... the good doctor?" They shared a grin.

"See," Michael explained to Sucre. "He understands."

His brother clicked his tongue. "Oh, Sucre, what are we going to do with you?"

The Porto Rican battered his eyelashes. "Loooove me?"

Two voices spoke up at the same time. "In your dreams."

"Hey, Linc, can I borrow the cell – I need to ask Veronica for a favor?"

Yes, even though he desperately wanted to hear Sara's voice, she wasn't protected by the whole client/attorney privacy law, so they could tap her phone. Michael already knew they would be watching her. And he'd be damned if he put her in danger. He loved her too much for that.

"Trying to get to Rosie, are ya?" His brother smirked and Michael just smiled at him mysteriously.

"Just give me the phone, will ya?" He quipped. Lincoln happily obliged, knowing that his brother had finally found her. His very own happily-ever-after-wife-to-be. Probably mother-of-their-five-children-and-forteen-grandchildren.

Yes, he decided. Definitely.

Sara

Another day without Michael.

She stared at his picture in her wallet, and silently cursed it. It was his mug-shot. I hate this, she told the picture.I hate it that you're the only picture I have of him. Still, one was better than none, and even though he wasn't smiling in the picture, he was still there. His eyes...His lips...The slight stubble on his jaw...It was Michael. He was with her, somehow.

"Sara?"

"Hmm?"

"A Veronica Donovan's here to see you about one of your patient, Mr. Gerard?"

"Ah, yes. Send her in, Katie."

In walked a slender woman, with hair as black as night, her long skirt pulled up high and her blouse neatly tucked away. The attorney.

"Ms. Donovan, it's a pleasure." She politely offered the woman her hand, and she took it.

"The pleasure is all mine, Doctor. I've heard a lot about you..." Sara gazed at her with wonder etched on her face.

"Francis talks about me?"

The woman leaned in closer and let out a chuckle, before quietly responding. "No, but Michael does..."

Sara looked at the woman, her heart beating in her chest and her smile spanding continents. Well, as much as her face allowed it to. "Mi – ?" Veronica pushed a finger to her lips to motion her to be silent. After all, she didn't know how safe this place was.

Sara pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil and started to write, while bantering about Francis, and how successful his knee-operation had been.

"Yes, well, Francis' operation was very successful."

Michael – is he okay?

Veronica grinned and took the paper from her, scribbling her own words. "Well, I am very glad to hear..."

He's fine. He said to tell you he misses you...

"but I was wondering when he might be ready for his trial?" She continued, adding something else.

Like hell.

Veronica

Sara smiled, and Veronica could read the longing off of her face. She immediately felt a strong connection to this woman, and hoped that she could one day call her 'sister'. Michael is a lucky man, she thought, while she watched Sara push a strand behind her ear and pen something down hurriedly. Hm – quite a lot actually.

Was she writing him a letter?

Veronica had to admit that she was impressed by the way the doctor kept on chatting about Francis, never taking her eyes off of the paper. She's multi-functional! Veronica took a mental note of that – you never know when it might come in useful...

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the paper was pushed gently towards her. Fascinated, she started to read... (the doctor kept the Francis-talk flowing)

Dito. Tell him, that if he has the time, I have a line that is a hundred percent safe. Tell him that I moved to our place – tell him,I needed a little "Somewhere in Between". But don't worry, I didn't sell my old place and still visit. So they have no reason to get suspicous. But I'm at the new place everyday from 10 pm until 6 am.

The owner of it was a lawyer, my cousin Thomas. Ergo, the line is protected by the client/attorney safe.

And tell him I love him – and that he better be careful out there. He has to think for two now.

Underneath it all, she had written a phonenumber. Veronica was happy.

And Michael would be happy out of his mind.

She stood up and fiercely hugged the woman. "He told me to give you this too – well, actually, he told me to kiss you, but I don't think that's such a great idea..." Her eyes sparkled misschievously, and Sara giggled.

"He's nuts, isn't he?"

She nodded. "He's in love - what do you expect?" She winked at Sara one more time and disappeared through the door.

Lincoln

Michael snapped the phone shut and turned to his brother with a goofy smile on his face. "Linc, pull over."

"What? Did something happen?" Michael shook his head frantically.

" Linc-" he stated impatiently, nearly bouncing in his seat, " pull ooover, man!"

Lincoln shot his brother his weird look and Michael grinned. "A-ight, then I'm gonna do it right here..."

Sucre tried to puzzle the pieces together in his mind. Call about doctorlady – Michael's doctor lady –Michael pretty excited – and then Michael doing...

"LINCOLN!" He screamed. "PULL OVER!"

Lincoln threw his wheel over to the right and parked in the dusty sand of the deserted road, his eyes huge after Sucre's frantic scream. He saw his brother jumping out of the car and stared at him, shaking his head with a laugh as Michael threw his head in his neck and screamed his joy into the midnight air. He was jumping up and down and kicking the sand under his feet, laughing all the while. That's a pretty happy man, Lincoln thought with satisfaction and pride. A damn happy brother.

He grinned at Sucre, who was hyperventilating in the back – and couldn't help but laugh as his new friend wiped his forhead and puffed out his breaths.

"What?" He defended himself, "We have a stress-thing!"

And a freaking funny friend.

Sara

Sara paced the ground in front of the huge loft windows. Wouldn't he have called by now? Call me, Michael...

She looked at the telephone and willed it to ring.

It did.

She glanced at the clock. 00: 34. At this hour, it could only be one person.

"Hello?"

"Sara..." He softly breathed into the phone, and she could hear the tears of joy spilling out, matching her own.

"Michael..."

FYI, I don't think there is such a thing as a phone safe for lawyer/client calls, that can't be tapped. Yes, I made it up in my silly mind. I added some other POV's in this chapter, since there are more characters involved now. Do you think I have Lincoln and Veronica down? I'm a total Michael/Sara girl, and a big Sucre fan, so I don't know if the other characters are good...

Okay, people, you know what to do!

XO

ps: the sentence in the beginning is from "If I didn't have you" by Amanda Marshall. Yes, I've been listening to her non-stop again. The same three songs - over and over again. hehe.