Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break. I have no affiliation with any of its contents. I do not own any of the following characters: LJ Burrows, Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Nika, or Mahone.

A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to get this chapter finished. I'm in the process of moving back up north. So in about 3 weeks my computer will be down and won't be back up for another week after that. But I'll try and get a few chapters up before then. I'll also write them down during the journey up north too. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

--------------Hospital room #964---------------- (9:27 a.m.) -------------

…Where am I? Did I actually sleep here all night? Wait, these aren't my hands…

Michael slowly opened his crystal blue eyes to find Sara sleeping beside him in almost a fetal position against his very warm tattooed body. Sara's arm was bent over his chest, clutching the side of his torso. He reached across his chest and grabbed the young woman's hand, rubbing her gentle hand with his.

…I better get up before anyone finds me here. Wait, who would know to look in Salt Lake City for me…?

Scofield placed Sara's tiny hand just below her waist and uncovered his body from the hospital sheets, revealing his now exposed tattoos. Michael glanced back at his 'sleeping beauty' and smiled. Her gorgeous eyes were gently shut and by the expression her face, Michael saw contentment, something he hadn't seen on her face in months. He pulled the sheets just above her waist, watching the brunette blink her eyes and cover her face with her skinny arm. Scofield let off a small chuckle and walked over to the window recliner, then plopped himself down for his morning cup of coffee.

"Sara I'm here for you…" A thin black nurse paused as she noticed the brunette sleeping in her bd. The nurse turned to face Michael in the corner of the room. "Who are you young man?"

"…Michael…" Scofield answered taking another sip of coffee and opening the daily newspaper.

"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are from noon to five. So unless you have some sort of relation to this young lady, I suggest you leave…" The morning shift nurse explained pointing to the door, suggesting Michael should leave.

"I'm her boyfriend." He said blatantly looking into the eyes of the nurse then turning back to finish reading his newspaper.

"Family only sir." She responded checking Sara's I.V.

Michael glanced at the nurse and sighed. The nurse smiled at the integrity and courage Michael showed toward Sara. She typed some numbers into a key pad by the bed and left the room. Sara began to open her eyes as Michael glanced at her then turned back to his newspaper. Her eyes became clearer as she examined Michael in the corner of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible. She smiled at Scofield as she watched him walk over to her bed and lay right beside her warm body.

"Have you been here the whole time?" Sara asked yawning in the middle of her sentence. Michael chuckled and wrapped his body around her small frame.

"Will you come with me to Mexico?" Michael whispered in Sara's ear as he slowly began kissing down her neck. Sara looked up at Michael and said nothing.

-----------Puerto Viarta, Mexico----------- (2:48 p.m.) --------------

"Welcome back home son!" Linc announced opening the front door to Michael's beach house. LJ said nothing and walked passed his dad then upstairs to his bedroom.

Burrows shook his head in confusion and walked into the open kitchen near the front door. He grabbed the bottle of Jim Beam off the counter and poured a small shot.

…damn…

"Hey dad, we're out of toothpaste…!" LJ yelled throwing the empty bottle of tooth past down the large wooden stairs.

"You could have brought it downstairs LJ. Now come down stairs and pick this up then you can throw it away. Why couldn't you have told me that we were out of toothpaste when we were at the store?" Linc said watching LJ swiftly walk downstairs and grab the toothpaste from the foyer of the house.

"Why couldn't you stop drinking so that you could've taken care of me and mom? Why did you have to end up in prison? Why are you an alcoholic?" LJ screamed showing more hatred toward his dad than he ever had before. His eyebrows were slanted and by the look on his face, he was upset.

"I don't want to hear your voice right now." Burrows said drinking the shot then pouring another one. "What I do is my business. I may not be proud of my past but I have the future to fix everything."

"Have you ever thought that you're fucking up the future? You said that things would be better and as far as I can tell things have gotten worse. You're just like your father…" The young teen said as tears of rage began pouring down his face.

"Go to your room and I never want to hear that word come out of your mouth again, and you do not insult me by relating me to my father. You never even knew my father." Linc said grabbing LJ's arm and looking him in the face.

"Let go of me…" LJ said pulling away from his father and standing in front of his dad with his arms crossed in front of his torso.

"Go upstairs before I…" Burrows paused and looked down at his fists as they began to tighten.

"Before you what? Fuck up? Wait, you already did that. Or do you mean before you split our family up? Oh wait, you've done that too." LJ said in a sarcastic tone as he stood in front of his father with an expression of disgust on his face.

Burrows stood in front of his son and pointed his finger up the stairs. LJ rolled his eyes and began stomping up the stairs leaving behind the empty toothpaste tube in front of his father's shoes. Linc picked the bottle of toothpaste up from the ground and walked in the kitchen to throw it away. He noticed his cell phone vibrating on the counter. The exhausted middle aged man walked over to the counter and answered his phone.

"Hello?" Linc answered leaning over the island, doodling on the grocery list from earlier that day.

"Linc, its Michael." Scofield said walking into the hospital restroom.

"Where are you?" Burrows asked now drawing a puppy on the back of the list.

"I'm still at the hospital." Michael said leaning against the wall beside the door, placing his hand in his pocket and holding the phone with his other hand.

"So, is she coming?" Lincoln asked throwing the piece of paper in the trash can and walking into the living room.

"I asked her this morning but she didn't say anything. Now the doctor is with her. The nurse told me that they were going to give her some morphine to numb the pain so she may act a little funny for the next few hours."

"You do realize we're on a time schedule?" Linc asked turning the football game on as he sat the Jim Beam bottle on the coffee table in front of him.

"Yes." Michael said hanging up on his brother. He stood there for a moment then opened the bathroom door and headed back toward room 964.

Burrows looked at the bottle of bourbon and sighed. He poured himself another shot of Jim Beam and held it close to his body.

…Veronica…

------------------Salt Lake City Hospital room #964---------- (3:58 p.m.) --------

Sara slowly opened her dark brown eyes to find Michael's tattooed body completely wrapped around her small frame. She looked up at Michael and smiled. He ran his hand slowly down her neck, across her stomach, stopping at her waist. The brunette lifted her hand from under the covers and placed it on top of Michaels as she squeezed his hand. Michael looked down at Sara and kissed her passionately, biting her lip in a playful manor.

"Good Morning." Scofield said softly, placing his head against Sara's playing with her fingers between their bodies. Sara smiled back at Michael and began running her index finger along his tattoo.

"Yes." Sara said, continuing to trace the outlines of his rather large tattoo.

"What are you talking about?" Scofield asked raising a single eyebrow at Sara. She looked up at the tattooed man and smiled again.

"Yes Michael." She said lifting her body up so that she was now hovering Michael. He looked into Sara's beautiful brown eyes then placed both of his arms on top her back, pulling her body down against his.

"What are you trying to tell me Sara?" He asked shifting his hands down her lower back, cradling her head against his collar bone. Sara rubbed her face into the chest of the tattooed man and looked up at his chiseled face and smiled. "What is it?" Scofield chuckled and lifted the chin of the brunette.

"I want to go with you…" Sara said removing her head from Michael's grip and slowly kissing his neck then making her way down his chest and across his arms. The young doctor lifted her head up and crawled back up to Michael to where she was merely eyelevel with Scofield. "I just want to be with you."

"I know." Michael said rubbing Sara's head then kissing the top of it as she began closing her eyes. "We'll leave in a couple days to see my brother and nephew at the house in Mexico."

"You have a house in Mexico?" Sara asked raising a single eyebrow at Michael's statement. "I didn't think you owned a house."

"I bought the house before I was incarcerated." Scofield informed Sara.

"You had this planned before you were in prison." The brunette questioned tossing her body on top of Michael so that she was lying on top of his stomach. "This entire time you had an escape route that you neglected to tell me about?"

"It's not like that Sara. I only had an escape for Linc, not any of this." The tattooed man said running his fingers along Sara's long arms.

"I know but still…if we're gonna start a relationship then I need to know that I can trust you completely." Sara informed Michael as he looked deep into Sara's dark brown eyes. "I just want to be able to trust you again…"

"You will Sara."

Michael looked down at Sara and smiled. He slowly pulled her up toward his body and began cradling her warm body in his arms. The sweat from his body began rolling down his face as the friction between their bodies grew stronger. Scofield wiped the sweat from his forehead and wiped it on his now open button up shirt. Sara looked up at Michael and smiled as she played with one of the buttons of the shirt.

"Can you move your hand; I need to get a drink…" Michael asked slowly lifting up from the hospital bed. Sara lifted her arm and pulled his right arm with her other hand knocking him off balance. "What was that for?" He asked trying to pull away from the grasp of his 'girlfriend'.

"No, you're not allowed…" Sara said playfully pulling Michael back against the hospital bed. "You can't leave me here all alone." She said in a child-like voice as she pouted.

"I'll be right back." Michael informed Sara pulling away from her grasp and walking toward the window for his can of Mountain Dew.

"You're a meanie." She said crossing her arms in front of her torso, looking over at Michael with sad eyes.

Michael laughed toward Sara and reached across the table for his mountain dew. He pulled back the curtains to reveal the parking lot of the hospital. Outside the hospital were five or six police cars parked in front of the entrance. From the window, Michael could recognize Agent Mahone. Standing behind the middle-aged man was a tall Puerto Rican woman wearing bright red lipstick and a short mini skirt. Michael blinked his eyes and quickly shut the blinds.

"What's going on Michael?" Sara asked as the expression on her face went from happy to worry in a mere second. "What's outside?"

Michael turned to the brunette in the hospital bed and looked at the ground. "We're caught!"

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

A/N: Yay, that was a very exiting chapter caughs can't imagine what is going to happen next, wait, I'm the author…lol. Like I said above in the author's note I'm in the processes of moving back up north, therefore I'm gonna be busier than normal. PLEASE REVIEW!