Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break or any of its contents. I do not own the following characters: Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Governor Frank Tancredi and I think that's about it. And I don't own Veronica Donavon. I do not own "I'll be" by Edwin McCain.

A/N: I hope you've enjoyed the past three chapters. I've been working really hard on them! I would really appreciate some sort of review…

----------On the road in the Buick----Same Day-----------

"Pull over to the side of the road!" The policeman announced through a megaphone which was sticking out of the drivers' side window of the car. From the looks of the policeman he was middle aged, had grayish hair and a distinct scar on his lower left eye. As Lincoln would drive faster, the cop would try to out-do Burrows.

"Michael, what do we do?" A worried Lincoln asked his brother as he tried to maintain a position in between the lines that seemed to be moving by faster as Lincoln drover further and further.

"Just keep driving." Scofield informed his brother, trying to come up with a plan that would distract the cop. He placed his hand on his forehead searching for some sort of answer. His eyes grew a worried look of concern. Meanwhile LJ was in the back seat, looking out the window trying to help his father pass by the oncoming traffic.

"Linc, I need you to get in the far left lane so that the cop is between us and the semi up ahead." Michael informed his brother trying to grab something out of his pocket. Burrows turned to face his brother giving him a bit of a smile as he attempted to pass the Cavalier in front of him.

"What are you planning to do?" LJ asked trying to look over Michael's shoulder.

"Don't' worry about it; just keep an eye on the cop. Our goal is to have him between us and the semi that is about 10 feet away." Scofield informed his nephew, pulling out his hand gun that was deep inside his pocket.

"You're gonna shoot him?" Linc asked now worried about the entire plan. He found his hands grew sweaty as he tried to make a left turn into the furthest left hand lane.

"No."

"What do you need a gun for than?"

"Just drive."

"The cops right beside us!" LJ announced so that both his father and uncle looked out the window to find the cop car right beside the Buick.

"Pull over and nobody gets hurt!" The cop demanded.

Michael looked over at the cop and turned back to face his gun sitting in his lap. He picked up the 45 and placed a single bullet in the chamber. Scofield locked the chamber and pointed the gun at the police. The cop immediately slammed on his brakes as Michael shot the passenger side tire of the cop car. Everyone in the Buick quickly caught a glimpse of the police car as it swerved to the side of the road.

"What do we do now Michael?" Linc asked turning the corner of the street and attempting to get in with the rest of the traffic.

"I don't know." Michael told his brother as he turned the safety on the gun and placed it back in his pocket. His hands began to shake as did his entire body.

"Are you okay?" LJ asked noticing his uncles' condition.

"Yeah." Michael responded placing two pills in his mouth and quickly swallowing them.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Linc asked looking over at his brother who was now looking out the window with eyes that could make a grown man cry. Linc looked back at the traffic and began to think about his own problems.

…Veronica…I miss you…Veronica…

On the side of the road stood a small shack with banged up windows and a door that was wide open. Michael tried to get a closer look but was unable to do so. "Pull over there." Scofield told his brother as he pointed to the old rickety shack by the lake. Next to the beat up shack was an old red truck with the window open and the tailgate down.

------Frank Tancredi's mansion outside Chicago----

Looking outside her father's house brought back many memories of Sara's childhood. In the front yard was the same tire swing that she received her first kiss from. On the side of the house was a tree in which she had planted on her 8th birthday that still stood today. Wearing her usual bleached jeans and tank top, Sara rang the door bell of the house she once called home.

"Hello Sara! How are you doing? I haven't seen you in…well…ten years. How are you doing sweetie?" A familiar maid said, hugging Sara so tight that she felt the circulation in her body became faint. The maid was rather old with gray hair and had many freckles throughout her entire body.

"Hi…Trudy is it?" Sara asked in hopes that she'd get her name right.

"Yes ma'am. So, have you come to see your father?"

"Yeah, where is he?" Sara asked trying to catch a glimpse of the inside of the house.

"Well, he should be in his office. Would you like me to get him for you?"

"No thanks, I kind of wanted to surprise him…"

"Okay sweetie, it was nice seeing you!"

"It was a pleasure to see you again Miss Trudy."

Sara gave the older lady a hug and went in search of her father. She stepped inside the mansion and all she could see were paintings and other sculptures that weren't there before. The office was in the back of the house, and had a breath taking view of the pond in the back yard. Just as Sara was about to turn the knob she heard voices inside. She held her ear closer to the door so that she could hear them.

"…Yes Mr. Tancredi, our appointment is still fine for tomorrow." A high pitched female voice said.

"Thank you Amelia." Her dad answered back.

Sara could only hear a moment of silence and took her ear off of the door. She began turning the knob and the female from inside the office came out pushing Sara out of balance so that she fell to the ground, leaving small scraps on her knees. The female was a very tall blonde with so much make-up that she could be considered a Picasso painting.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow." Mr. Tancredi announced waggling his eyebrows until he noticed Sara sitting on the ground from her recent fall. "Sara!" He proclaimed.

"Hi dad…" She answered lifting herself off the ground to look at her father in the eye.

"What brings you here?"

"I want to tell you something…" Sara paused for a moment to catch her breath and decided to sit in a chair next to her father's desk. "You should probably sit down too." She added, watching her father take a seat in his huge leather office chair.

"What's going on Sara?"

"I…I…"

Come on Sara…just tell him…after all he is your dad…

"What is it Sara?"

"I…I was involved in the Fox River case of the eight escapees." She blurted, hiding the fact she was crying inside. Her heart began to stop as she thought back to the day when she left the infirmary unlocked.

"Wow, does morphine make you say crazy things?"

"No, dad I've been clean for the past few weeks. I didn't lock the infirmary so they could escape."

"Don't be stupid…wait…could you hold on…?" Her dad asked as he opened his cell phone and began talking to someone. "Sara, can you schedule an appointment with Judy…this is a very important phone call."

"Sure dad." Sara said with a smile even though on the inside she wasn't so happy.

…Fuck you…

Sara slowly walked out of the office and slammed the large wooden door behind her. She found herself in a state of mixed emotions. A part of her believed her father, but another part of her didn't. She grabbed her purse from the floor and walked out to the drive way and entered her car. The radio turned on in the car and 'I'll be" by Edwin McCain came on the radio. The tears slowly returned in her eyes as she banged the wheel of her car and cried uncontrollably.

Damn it…this is the song…the song that…that I was listening to as soon after Michael came to visit me in the infirmary for the very first time…I hate this song…

The radio began playing louder as Sara cried even harder. She banged her head against the steering wheel and tears came rolling down her face. Once the song ended, she noticed a paper crane sitting on her dash board that Michael had given her. She picked it up and ran her finger along each individual crease.

…Why did you have to pick me Michael…?

--------Okay, now back to the shack outside of Chicago-------

"Did you get the truck hot wired yet Michael?" Linc asked as he watched his brother attempt to hot wire the truck by the shack.

"Just give me two minutes Linc." Michael informed his brother as he began twisting the red and black wires together.

"Dad, how much longer do we have to be here?" LJ asked as he sat on the edge of the lake, throwing rocks so that he scared the geese.

"Alright, it's finished…" Scofield announced jumping into the drivers' seat. He checked the gas gage and the oil to make sure everything was in check. Soon after, Lincoln hopped in the passenger side.

"Okay Linc, I need you to go to Utah without me. Meet me at the Holiday Inn we talked about and I'll be there in a few days time." Michael informed his brother, handing him directions to the hotel.

"What about you Michael?" Linc asked, placing the directions into his pocket.

"I have some unfinished business I have to take care of…" Michael looked down at his cell phone and smiled.

-------End of Chapter----------

A/N: Hope you liked the chapter! I love reviews…..lol. I'll have chapter five up soon…maybe…..