Chapter 6!

In regards to any Kate/Lincoln and Mi/Sa aspects of this story, everything should start to become clear in the next couple of chapters. I don't want to say right now, just because that's no fun (for me :) ). I've definitely decided where this is going. Some stuff should begin to come together soon, so... And does anybody, anybody at all know how old they are supposed to be? If so, please tell me in a review. T-Bag is in this chapter too; I'd like some feedback as to how bad/well I wrote him. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break, just Kate (and Adam). Also, there is actually a town in New Mexico called Berino. I imagine that there is probably not a bar called Pablo's there, but if there is, it's sheer coincidence.

Enjoy! And please, please, please review!

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"Hey Adam." One of the nurses at the nurses' station greeted the man with dark hair as he stepped out of the elevator onto the surgical floor. "What can I do for you?"

Adam Logan smiled faintly. "I'm looking for Kate. She here?"

The nurse frowned. "She clocked out last night."

"Oh. She was supposed to be home around eleven last night, but when she didn't come, I figured she'd just gotten the chance to scrub in on a brain surgery or something. You know how the surgeons are." Adam said, looking a bit puzzled as to where Kate could be.

"I do know. But she definitely left a little after ten." The nurse replied. "I'm sorry I don't know where she is."

Adam waved an arm carelessly. "It's all right; she probably went to visit her mother or something and forgot to call."

The nurse nodded, not seeming as confident as the man did. That wouldn't be at all like the Kate Curtis she knew. "Yeah."

"All right then. Thanks anyway." Adam said, turning to walk away from the nurses' station.

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After three hours in the car, Michael had carefully removed the duct tape from Kate's mouth, leaving behind a red mark that had faded slowly over the next hour. Sucre had stayed awake for the entire time, staring out the window as if trying to commit as much of the scenery to memory as possible. Michael stared straight ahead, when not studying the map, and Lincoln, of course, had been driving. The car was silent the entire time, as no one really felt like talking, with the exception of a brief discussion amongst the men about Michael's baseball hat (he was wondering if Lincoln or Sucre had seen it, since Michael wasn't sure where it had gotten to).

It was noon when Michael finally managed to persuade Lincoln to stop at a rundown rest station. Michael and Sucre went inside to the bathrooms and vending machines first, leaving Lincoln behind to prevent Kate from escaping. She wisely didn't say anything, perceiving that Lincoln was in a bad mood. When Michael and Sucre returned, Lincoln went inside. Sucre walked Kate over to the women's restroom; even injured, he was strong enough to overpower her if the situation called for it. He waited outside, and then they returned to the car. Michael was standing outside of the vehicle, dialing a familiar number on his cell phone. The doctor and Sucre joined Lincoln in the car.

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Sara Tancredi was standing outside of BJ Parker's apartment, the man who was creating her false id, when her cell phone vibrated. She sighed in exasperation, knowing exactly who it was. Sara fished her cell phone out of her purse, and opened it. "What?" She asked irritably.

"Hello Sara."

Even though she had known who it would be on the other end, that voice still made her knees feel shaky, just as it always had. "What, Michael?" Sara asked, still sounding annoyed.

"How are you?"

"I'm okay."

"Me too." Michael paused, as if waiting for a response; he got none. "Where are you?"

"Somewhere safe."

"Nowhere is safe." Michael commented.

"This place is." Sara insisted.

"I can protect you, Sara."

"From what?"

Michael ignored this. "There is a town in New Mexico, by the border, called Berino. There's a bar there called Pablo's. I'll be there the day after tomorrow, a little after ten. Meet me?"

"I can't do this now, Michael!" Sara snapped, trying to keep her voice down.

"Why not?"

"Because I am starting over, Michael! I'm starting my life over. I'm going away, I'm going to buy a house, and get a job, and live my life without having to worry about any of this!" Sara hissed, stepping into a supply closet so no one could overhear her.

"Is that what you want, Sara? To settle down?" Michael asked, trying to keep defeat out of his voice.

"Yes, Michael, that's exactly what I want. I want to be able to settle down, and not have to move away because one of my neighbors recognized me, or to have to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life. Can you give me that?" She asked vehemently.

"Not right now, Sara, but I have a plan, we can make this better."

"Michael, I can't-"

"Just come, Sara. Come to Pablo's." Michael urged her. "I have to go. See you in two days."

"Good bye, Michael." Sara replied quietly. She snapped her phone shut, and slipped it into her purse. Sara was about to step back out into the hall when she heard yelling. She carefully opened the door, peering out.

Two men in suits were banging on the door to BJ's apartment. "FBI! Open up!" One man shouted.

The door opened. "Yo, what's up homies?" BJ asked.

"We're looking for a Sara Tancredi. Have you seen her in the past month?" The other questioned harshly.

BJ's brow furrowed in concentration. "No, man, not yet, but she was comin' here today." He replied.

The men grabbed his arms, and swiftly handcuffed BJ. "BJ Parker, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. You have the right to a lawyer…" Sara watched in horror as the men led BJ away, ignoring his protests and blandly stating his rights as they went.

The doctor slumped against the door, fighting tears. 'Nowhere is safe, Sara.' Michael's words echoed in her head as she realized just how foolish it had been to believe that all this would go away just because she wanted it to. Sara sat down against the wall, and began to cry.

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Michael got back into the car. "Let's go." He said, disappointment etched across his face. Lincoln glanced at him, then pulled out of the parking lot.

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The first thing Alex Mahone did upon waking up was glance at the clock, which read 12:30. After that, he took his first shower in days. When he came back out, his gaze settled on a newspaper that was lying crumpled on the floor. The agent stooped down, picked it up, and set it on the nightstand.

Alex had taken two steps before he turned around to look at the paper again. An article about the Fox River 8 was torn and crinkled. His forehead wrinkled as he contemplated this. Finally, he shrugged. When he walked away again, the first thing he saw was a familiar baseball cap. A grim smile spread across his face.

The receptionist from earlier was still on duty. "Hello… oh, it's you again." She said, as she recognized him.

Mahone glanced at her name tag. "Tammy, I'm with the FBI." She nodded, but he exposed his badge anyway. "Who was in room 112 last night?" The agent asked, leaning on the counter.

"Uh… let me check." The young woman pressed several buttons on the computer. "A woman named Kate Curtis." She replied.

"Was there anyone with her?" Mahone asked. It was a double room; he found it unlikely that she was alone.

"She checked in alone, it says, but as I was coming in this morning, I saw two men outside of it talking, and a man checked out of 112 this morning." Tammy answered, looking confused.

"Do you have any idea where they might have been going?" Mahone asked urgently.

Tammy brightened. "That I do know." She said, with a smile. "The man asked me if I knew where Ness City, Kansas is when he checked out this morning. I found him a map in back. He was very nice, but aloof. I had never heard of Ness City before, so I Googled it. I kind of wanted to know why such a handsome guy was headin' there. I couldn't find anything that would have been of any interest to him, so maybe it was for business." She suggested.

Mahone straightened. "Thank you for your help." He said, turning to walk away.

"Hey, Mr. Mahone? There was one somewhat interesting thing about Ness City. Did you know that Theodore Bagwell, one of the Fox River 8, was originally arrested in Ness City, Kansas?" Tammy asked.

He turned. "Yes, I did know that." Mahone replied, with a faint smile.

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At a little after nine, Lincoln, Michael, Sucre, and Dr. Curtis arrived in Ness City, Kansas. Michael was driving now; a couple hours after their first stop, Lincoln needed a break so they had switched. "This is it." Michael said, glancing at a piece of paper as they pulled up in front of an ordinary-looking house.

Everybody else looked at the building as well. "He chose to hide out here?" Sucre asked doubtfully.

Michael shook his head. "He knew someone here." All of them got out of the car and walked up to the front door. It was unlocked, so they went inside.

Michael led the way, following the sounds of silverware to the kitchen, where T-Bag sat at the table, his back towards them. "Hello, T-Bag." Michael said. The man at the table stiffened, and turned slowly, a lopsided grin on his face.

"Well, well." T-Bag said slowly. "I'm won't pretend to know how you found me, but I suggest you turn around and walk out that door right now." Michael shook his head firmly. Behind him, Sucre crossed his muscular arms, while Kate tried to avoid drawing any attention to herself.

T-Bag looked at each of them individually, before his eyes found Kate. "Who might this… lovely young lady be?" He asked, eye twitching slightly.

"I'm Kate Curtis." She replied, voice trembling slightly. The blonde woman didn't know what was going on here, and she didn't want to.

"And where did cons like these pick up such a pretty thing?" T-Bag inquired, his Southern drawl seeming more pronounced in contrast with everybody else's lack of an accent (except Sucre).

"Don't worry about her, T-Bag." Michael instructed, bringing the criminal's attention back to him. "You have something that belongs to us."

"Oh? What's that?'

"Our share of the five million." Lincoln replied sharply. T-Bag looked at both of them, before a crazy smile appeared on his face.

"What makes you think I still have it?" He asked, moving food on his plate around with his fork.

Michael smirked faintly. "Even you can't spend five million dollars in a matter of days."

"What happened to your hand?" Kate asked suddenly, staring at T-Bag's wrist.

T-Bag gave her a creepy smile. "You ask too many questions, Lovely." He replied, running his fingers over the seam between his arm and prosthetic hand unconsciously. "Give me one good reason why I should give you some of my money." T-Bag added, looking now at the men.

Lincoln strode quickly over to the chair in which T-Bag sat, tired of playing games. He pulled the gun out of his belt and held it to T-Bag's head. "Most people would consider this a damn good reason." Lincoln snapped.

T-Bag gave a nervous laugh. "I'll give you that." He agreed.

"Don't." Kate said suddenly, looking at T-Bag. "Don't give in." All of the men turned to her, questioning looks on all of their faces.

Lincoln turned back to T-Bag. "Tell us where the money is, right now, or I'll send a bullet into your brain." He snapped, digging the gun into T-Bag's head. T-Bag opened his mouth, but Kate interrupted him.

"No he won't." She said, sounding very certain.

"Why's that, Lovely?" T-Bag asked, in a strained voice.

Kate shifted uncomfortably as everyone turned to look at her, but met Lincoln's look. "You don't sleep as lightly as you think." Kate said suddenly.

Back in room 112, all was dark, except for the light of the alarm clock and the light of a lamp outside shining in through the front window. The alarm clock's glow was reflected in Kate's open eyes. It was hard to sleep when one was being held captive by unknown men for an unknown reason.

Lincoln's arm was still loosely sprawled across her waist, but his breathing was shallow, indicating that he was asleep. Kate carefully lifted his arm, and set it slowly back down on the bed. She stood silently, and started to walk towards the bathroom for a glass of water when she spotted the handgun that Lincoln had been carrying around on the dresser. The doctor paused. She pushed her hair back out of her eyes, thinking.

A moment later, she picked up the gun. Kate slid her shoes on, and started walking backwards to the door, pointing the gun alternately between Lincoln, Sucre, and Michael. She stopped walking, and aimed the gun at Lincoln. Kate took the safety off. 'So much for "first do no harm"…' She thought ironically, crying silently at the thought of what she was about to do. The doctor pulled the trigger, but nothing happened except for a soft click. She looked at the weapon, and saw that there were no bullets in it. It looked like it had seen recent use, but there were no shots left.

Realizing how bad it would be for her if one of the men awoke and saw her like that, holding the gun, Kate quietly put the weapon back on the table where it had been as quickly as she could. She then got back into the bed, still soundlessly sobbing about what she had considered doing, and placed Lincoln's arm back on top of her.

"It's empty. The gun. No bullets." Kate stuttered. If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then this T-Bag person must be my friend. She reasoned. Sort of.

T-Bag laughed. "He wouldn't have shot me anyway, Lovely. This 'un ain't a killer." He said. Lincoln sent a dark glance towards Michael. "But her calling your bluff does rather ruin your plan, doesn't it?" T-Bag asked.

Lincoln dropped the weapon and punched T-Bag. "Where's the god damn money?" Lincoln yelled. T-Bag rolled off the chair and away from the older brother.

"Now, now, violence is never the answer." T-Bag said, coming to stand next to Kate. He felt his jaw gingerly where Lincoln had hit him. "I appreciate that tip all the same, Lovely." T-Bag added, in a softer voice. Kate nodded in acknowledgment, uneasy.

"T-Bag. Give us our share of the money, or I'm calling the police. I don't know who owns this house, but I've an idea what you did to them." Michael said, voice dangerously low. The situation was getting out of hand. T-Bag looked at first one brother, then the other, then at the Puerto Rican, before looking at Kate again, clearly trying to decide what to do.

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