A/N: Hello! I am pretty happy to say that I will be getting a writing schedule, I know I will make sure this is updated at least once a week, if more then it's a bonus.

Chapter nine
Catch up

Ray kept pacing the room, his eyes focused on the door. They had been in this office building too long, but they needed to do something. "You know, you keep pacing like that." Erica started, "you're going to make me sick…"

"Great, jokes," Ray turned to see Erica's face, "Look, you know if that Fed catches her, you don't get your month."

"And I trust that Elizabeth will come up with something." Erica exhaled, "Look, the fact is, he's not any closer than we are…" Her eyes went to her pocket. Quickly Erica answered her ringing cell phone. "Hello…" her eyes lit up. "Liz…"

"Gimme that…" Ray held his hand out taking the phone from Erica, "what you got?"

"See this is why I phoned Erica, you have a short fuse and a tough voice to understand when you're pissed…" Elizabeth's voice was calm on the other end of the phone. "You guys should know," Her voice cool, "the Feds won't have this info yet, but I've been keeping track of all bus, couch and train stations…"

"Yeah, quit the blah, blah, tell me what you know now…" Ray didn't mean to snap, but he was on a short time span.

Elizabeth grunted, "Some ATM machines took out a cash withdrawal of five hundred bucks in total, enough machines to not be one sum on one machine…" Elizabeth paused, "A train ticket was brought from Chicago to Peoria…"
Ray held the phone tighter, "When and where?" He snapped quickly, if they had the information first, they needed to act fast.

Elizabeth cleared her throat, the sound of typing keys, "The Train is going to be leaving at twenty past twelve," He could hear a pause, his eyes going to the big clock on the wall.

"That's in Twelve minutes…" He kept trying to keep calm, but his hands going to his pocket for the car keys.

Elizabeth nodded, "I know, I have your location, if you take the route I'm texting you, you'll be able to get to the station in eight, I am going to call the station and delay the train as long as I can…"

Ray broke into a grin, "Cool, thanks Lizzie…" He hung up the phone; he glanced to see Mahone on his phone. "We gotta move now!"

Gretchen kept looking from one end of the train station, to the other end. The fact she'd found a much better outfit, her hands brushed down the black shirt, it went with the black jeans, high heels, her long hair sleek and brushed back, for a second she felt safe. She knew how to travel, her hands swiftly placing on a pair of dark purple tinted sunglasses.

Keeping attention around, she kept calm, she was getting closer to what she wanted. Her hands holding onto her purse, standing alone, for a second looking for the Train to arrive.

Ray watched the station, for a second felt a hand brushing over his shoulder, "I'll make a move." Erica's voice was soft in his ear.
"No, she's dangerous," His eyes slow to meet hers, for the first time, he really looked into her eyes, seeing that she wanted to do something.
Shea kept back, "Well, what ever we do, we've gotta make a move," He pointed as a black car starting to pull up behind in the parking lot.
Erica nodded, "Ray, it's now or never," Quickly walking out into the open, she put her hands into the pocket of her jeans, her eyes kept focused forward. "Excuse me, you haven't got the time by any chance?"

Gretchen looked over the other woman, her hand moved from her purse, quick to look at a silver watch, "Twelve twenty two," Her voice dark, she didn't like her train being delayed, but she felt confident.

Erica kept smiling, "Thank you," Now walking carefully, she could tell there was a gun in the purse, her eyes going to Ray, quickly taking her phone out, she typed down a text, She's packing heat… sending the message she gave Ray a quick nod carrying on walking.

"I'd tell your partner, if he thinks about anything," Gretchen kept her voice calm. Erica wasn't aware of how close the woman was to her, until feeling the barrel of the gun in her spin, "I will, without hesitation, blow a god damn hole through your chest." Her voice had a bittersweet edge, "I am getting to where I'm going, no one is stopping me." Her eyes moved, she made a quick connection with a man.

Ray was watching, the look of horror over Erica's face, the way her eyes pleading with him, his hand itching, pulling the gun, for a second, he knew it was going to make chaos, panic, but he didn't want to lose Gretchen, "Let her go, and place your hands where I can see them!"

People seeing the gun, made a quick move to get out the way, Erica still being held by Gretchen, but Gretchen took this moment, grabbing at Erica's hair pulling it back, "How about this," Her fingers pulled, listening to Erica hiss. "I go, you don't follow." Her eyes narrowed to Ray, "You let me go, you won't be picking pieces of her brain matter off the floor…" Pulling the gun free from the purse, people gasping and running.

Erica's eyes were big, the fact a gun was again at her head, all she thought about was getting her daughter back, her little Sophie. "Ray…" Her voice was small; it was hard for her to believe it sounded the way it did.

"Erica," Ray, for a split second kept his focus on everything, but in the moment, he just saw her, the danger, "Just let her go…" He kept his rough exterior.

Gretchen for a moment heard the sirens; she pushed Erica into Ray's arms and made her get away.
Erica was shaking, every part of her body felt detached from her, but her eyes slowly met Ray's. His arms holding her, somehow, her weight or the impact of her body had made both her and Ray fall to the ground. Maybe she'd fallen down. All Erica knew, in this span of time, Ray was holding her close, rubbing her back while making calming noises. "It's okay," He glanced to where Gretchen had gone, "We'll get her."

"Erica's okay," Elizabeth put the phone down, "A little shaken up, but okay." Her eyes going from Julianne to Lloyd, "Thought you'd like to know." She moved on the chair now going to her laptop.
Julianne sat down, her hand playing with her scarf, "so, no one got hurt, but Gretchen's on the run still." For a moment Julianne kept thinking what Ray would tell her to do right about now. Her eyes slowly going over Lloyd's face, he was watching Elizabeth. "What we doing now?"

Lloyd stood now, for a second feeling important, "Well, she's unravelling, the fact she lives for control, she needs to be the dominate person, the fact she's aware of the people who are after her, she'll change her thinking pattern, but I'm getting a feeling she's out for revenge." He placed his hands together; "Everything went wrong, from the moments before being caught." He inhaled, "She's after the people who get her placed into prison in the first place, finding the woman who didn't take her away." He nodded. "We need to find Sara Tancredi, to find where Gretchen is heading." Elizabeth now holding her hand up, "Yes," He smiled bright.

"How we even going to find Sara Tancredi? when she's been MIA for the past six years." Her arms folded neatly across her chest.

Lloyd clicked, "That is also a very valid point," He turned to look at the mug shot of Gretchen Morgan. "So we need to know what is in Peoria."

"I can search something," Julianne quickly going to work, she didn't know what she was going to look for, but felt like she had an idea.

Elizabeth laughed, "Right," Her eyes going from Julianne to Lloyd, "I need to go get something, so you'll be okay until I get back right?" pointing to the door she walked away.

Getting into the interrogation room Elizabeth reached into her bag, for a second taking the little brown bottle, taking a pill out, she knocked it back, for a second running her hand into her hair. "What you taking?"

Lloyd closed the door, he knew his curiosity was going to get him killed one day, but the fact he cared about Julianne, so it meant he need to know as much as he could about her life.

Elizabeth turned to look at him, the closed door, she leant against the table in the middle of the room, "It's my birth control…" her eyes kept fixed on Lloyd's face, "but I was unaware that I had to inform you of that."

Lloyd nodded, "See, birth control pills," he kept still, "don't normally come in that form," He stepped forward.

Elizabeth raised her eyebrow, "I," her voice caught in her throat, "Why do you need to know?" her eyes focused, "I take medication, it's not anything to do with you, or anyone else but me."

"You don't have Bi polar disorder?" Lloyd stood his ground, but he could tell with the look in her eye. The way her body closed off, pulling herself back more away from him.

Her eyes glanced up, her hands lifted her up to sit on the table, "I do not," Her voice a peaceful calm, "Have a bi polar disorder Lloyd," her eyes locked on his, "but the more you try and invade my personal space, I will make you regret it."

Lloyd swallowed hard, "Is that why you hate me?"

"I don't hate you Lloyd, funny, if you wasn't such a instigator we would get alone a hell of a lot more." Elizabeth kept her hands on the table; she folded one leg over the other.

Lloyd inhaled, "I just," He moved closer, for a second he saw the resistance, he'd make a mental note of every time she'd guard herself this way. "I can't help but pick up on the anxiety, where Julianne is shy, she uses her desk as a barrier, her scarf, the emotional wall." Now he made his next move careful. "I notice, you are open, but not to invite, but to stop people from asking questions." He felt her watching him closely. "You give off the persona of cool, collected." He stepped to be standing in front of her, the darkness of her blue eyes focused on his light eyes, he could tell she was paying attention. "You have something hidden, I don't want to you to feel you have to tell me, but something happened in your life, something that's holding you back from living anything out of your mental bubble."

"I have no idea what you're rambling on about," Elizabeth kept still, for a moment her eyes looking to her legs, slowly looking up, "Stop, I know I can be a bitch about it, but I don't know how many ways to tell you to back off, and simply leave me alone." Getting off the table, she kept still, her hand reached out brushing his shirt, "Lint…" she no walked out the door closing it behind herself quickly.

Erica rubbed the back of her neck, her eyes connected with Ray's for a few seconds, "I told you, I'm fine!" Her voice strained, the fact she was surprised of how much he kept asking.

Ray grunted, "well, I told you not to do that, but you had to ignore me," He brushed a hand under his nose, "so Jules, you got anything?" He spoke to the phone on loudspeaker.

"Well I've done a data check on everyone in the Fox River eight," She exhaled, "Well, the ones who were still alive, exonerated near six years ago," Her voice calm, "Benjamin Miles Franklin is living in Indiana Indianapolis, with wife and two kids…" Julianne kept looking over the page, "Ah!" she smiled, "Fernando Sucre, Peoria Illinois, he put a down deposit on a house in Spring Valley, the train Gretchen brought a ticket for stops just five miles from the house…"

Ray nodded, "Right Jules, I'll need an address to that location," He glanced to Shea and Erica, "We're going to be making a little visit with Sucre."

"Erm Ray," Elizabeth's voice could be heard from the phone, "If you can take a laptop with you," the tone of her voice was confident, "you can have Lloyd video call, he'll be able to question Sucre, and give us a better picture."

Ray nodded, "Right, so we better move it." He hung the phone up, again looking to Erica, "you can handle this?"

"I really am fine, nothing like a gun to the temple to make you want to track a bitch down!" Erica cracked her knuckles before getting up from her chair.

"Fernando, the door." Mariecruz called, "Can you get it?" In her arms was a little baby boy, rocking it carefully in her arms, she kept still in the living room, in front of her Lila Maria was playing with a doll.

Fernando sticking his head into the living room, he glanced over his wife, "you know, I spoil you!" he pointed with a grin; he still couldn't believe how lucky he was. Opening the front door his face fell.

Ray held a badge up, "I'm Ray Zancanelli, with the U.S Marshal, I need to ask you a few questions."

Fernando kept still on the doorstep, "Can I ask what I've done?" His defence up, it had been too long, he didn't want any more trouble.

Erica glanced from Fernando Sucre to Ray, "I don't know if you're aware of a Gretchen Morgan?"

For a second Fernando glanced around the front yard, glanced over Ray, before addressing Erica, "You better come in," He stepped aside letting them walk into the house.

Ray glanced to Erica as she started to set up the laptop, for a moment working over the idea of what was going to happen, "Look, we are aware that you've been exonerated of all charges, but what we need to know is why Gretchen Morgan would be coming here?"

"Ray, I think that is my job," Lloyd's voice from the laptop, Ray turned his face to see Lloyd on the screen, behind him Julianne, also Elizabeth sitting beside Lloyd looking into the room from the screen. "Fernando Sucre, you shared a cell with Michael Scofield?" He asked quickly.

"Yeah, how you think I got on the escape," Fernando kept looking to the guy, some reason; he didn't know what was going on.

Lloyd grinned, "What was it like?"

"Lloyd, seriously, we can deal with your man crush later!" Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "What was meant to be asked is, the fact you was witness to the marriage of Michael and Sara right?" Fernando gave a quick nod, his eyes kept on the screen to the woman and man sitting together. "We're under believe that you shared a friendship with…"

"What my clearly long winded companion is trying to ask, would you know the location of one Sara Scofield Tancredi…?" He winched when Elizabeth slapped him. "Why?"

"Like he's going to come right out and answer that!" Elizabeth snapped.

Fernando watched, "No, I don't know, I have no idea…"

"See that is hard to believe, being that you and Scofield's paths kept crossing during the escape, plus you both ending up in Panama, where you again help Michael Scofield escape a second prison…" Lloyd inhaled, "so I believe you're fully aware of Sara's location…" He nodded.

Ray exhaled, "look, we're not here to get information on Sara, we just need a direction, to get Gretchen." He was putting on his game face, his eyes focused on Fernando's.

"Look, I know where Sara is, but there is no way I'd give the location to that bitch!" His accent strong, his eyes narrowed, "That woman, she threatened the life of my wife, my daughter before she was born, so if she came here…" He shook his head, "I'd give her nothing, she hasn't come here."

Elizabeth inhaled, "But would you know anyone else who could give Gretchen this information? We're under the impression she wants revenge on Sara."

Fernando suddenly looked confused, "Why she want revenge on Sara?" He glanced from Ray to the laptop screen, "If it wasn't for her distraction, Sara would have been caught too…" He trailed off.

Elizabeth now turning to Lloyd, "Well that is your theory down the drain."

"And we're right back where we started." Ray exhaled looking to Fernando, "thank you for your time." He stood up; he glanced to Erica, back to the screen before turning it off to leave the house.