Okay, soooo, I'm really hoping for reviews on this one. Because, it's 1:37am here, and I was trying to sleep, but was struck with the random urge to write this chapter - Even though I have to be up in a few hours to go to lectures and then stand in the hot Aussie sun for two hours working on an excavation. Sooooo, please read, and review:)

Chapter Five

On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

Sara was in no way proud of what she was about to do. Nevertheless, if she was going to meet Michael on time this was her best option. She had little money left and so there she was, walking along the quiet street, subtly examining car doors until she could find one that some trusting person had accidentally left unlocked.

After she'd left the library she'd quickly made her way to the quiet residential street, formulating her plan as she went. To her luck, very few people were around. And after almost fifteen painstaking minutes of searching, she found what she had been looking for.

Glancing around anxiously, she made sure she wasn't being watched. Sara carefully opened the driver's side door of the black sedan, kneeling down to examine the familiar wires. She reasoned to no one but herself that it wasn't as though she was stealing the car – merely borrowing it. When morning came and the car was reported stolen, the police would find it in perfect condition, somewhere in the outskirts of Silver City.

Sara furrowed her brow and closely examined the array of colored wires, trying to determine which ones to cut. She remembered the first time she'd ever done this. In her rebellious early teens, one of her low life boyfriends had shown her how to hot wire her father's car. Ha, she thought as she remembered the incident clearly. The governor had certainly not been impressed that day. Not. At. All.

After a few minutes, Sara smiled as she felt the car vibrate, and heard it roar to life. Slipping in behind the wheel, she quietly shut the door and checked her rearview mirror. Satisfied no one had witnessed her crime; she placed her seatbelt on and used the light from a nearby streetlamp to check over her map. Locating which streets to take, she pulled out onto the deserted road and grinned. Michael, here I come.

Michael nervously tapped the steering wheel as he drove. By now the night sky was black and he admired the stars as he sped along the empty highway. In a little under an hour he'd be arriving in Silver City, and he prayed to God that Sara was there waiting for him. Sara, I need you to do something for me…wait for me...Michael closed his eyes briefly as he remembered the moment. It was both a precious and painful memory. A sign declaring the slowly decreasing number of miles to Silver City jogged him out of memories. Out of nowhere, the small doubt that has been lingering in his mind removed itself. He knew Sara would be there waiting for him. Of course she will, he grinned. Sara had already proven herself to be quite remarkable; she'd managed to evade the company so far. And let's face it, he thought, most ordinary people would be six feet under by now. At that thought, he cringed. His mind flashed to images of Sara's father, his own father, David, Abruzzi, and lastly, the one person he could not allow his mind to register as gone; Veronica.

Michael blinked back several tears as he continued along the silent road, narrowly swerving to miss a small animal that had scurried across his path. He checked the clock again. ETA: fifteen minutes. Pushing back the depressing thoughts of several minutes ago, he allowed himself to smile as he thought of the task at hand. He was going to get Sara. He wondered what he'd say, what he'd think, what he'd feel, when he saw her. He imagined seeing her face would magnify what he already felt a hundred times over. Picturing her smiling face, he felt his stomach jump in anticipation; something he couldn't ever recall happening with any woman before her. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on her – really laid eyes on her. That first time in the infirmary; he remembered it so vividly because he'd known she was beautiful from her picture – the one that he had pinned to his wall. But seeing her in the flesh, well, Dr Sara Tancredi had taken his breath away. Yes, the first time he laid eyes on her, he had known, in that moment, that his carefully thought out plans had already begun to change.

Michael glanced up nervously as he saw the "Welcome to Silver City" sign approaching over to his left. Not long now, he thought, trying – and failing – to suppress his eagerness to see her; to touch her.

Sara parked the 'borrowed' car a few streets from the hotel, deciding to take the rest of the journey on foot. After all, she didn't know what Michael's plans were. Were they driving more tonight? Was there time to stop and talk? Was she meeting him at a hotel because they were staying there? The last thought sounded appealing – Sara had barely slept the last few days, and even now her eyelids silently begged her to allow them to close. At that thought she felt her stomach rumble angrily and she realized it had been a while since she'd last had a decent meal.

All thoughts of sleep and food vanished as the saw her goal looming up a head – The Palace Hotel.

Michael slowly pulled up to a stop. Carefully getting out his car and surveying the area. His eyes searched frantically for her as his mind began to worry she hadn't shown.

From her vantage point from across the street to the hotel, she saw the car slowly pull up, and a man get out. He was looking in the other direction, but she knew. It was Michael.

As he slowly turned, his eyes connected with hers, and simultaneously, they both forgot to breathe. They weren't more than 10 yards away, but at that moment, it felt like miles. Forgetting everything that had passed between them, Sara took a shaky step towards him. He stood, rooted to the ground, unable to move. Sara Tancredi still took his breath away.

Another shaky step turned into a jog, and suddenly, she was running towards him. She hit into his chest and his arms found there way protectively around her, embracing her as the tears began to flow. They stood like that, tightly wrapped around each other, for at least ten minutes. Slowly and apprehensively, Sara pulled back to look into his eyes, his hands drifted down to the small of her back, but still held her firmly.

They both searched each others eyes, and, finding what they had both been looking for, Sara leaned up towards him and felt her knees go weak as her lips connected with his. They kissed until they were both out of breath, at which point Michael suggested softly, "Do you want to go inside?"

Thanks for reading guys! Reviews more desire to write faster update more of our fave couple.

:D