SO here's chapter two. I hope you have been enjoying it so far and will continue to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break

I wonder into my office after a two hour break at home to try to sleep, shower and get changed. I take a seat in my desk and hover over the fugitives files, mug shots and Scofields tattoo pictures. There is a knock at the office door and Agent Ives wonders in. "Canadian and Mexican border patrols have all the mug shots, boarder tax is on high alert."

"See if we can get the Mexican boarder patrol to set up checkpoints fifty miles in." I demand not taking my eyes away from the desk.

"The Warden over at Fox River called, asked to be kept in the loop. What should I tell him?" Ives asks as a coffee is placed down in front of me.

"That he's no longer in it." Mahone says sternly as he sits down across from me. Ives leaves the room and Mahone tosses me a file.

"What's this?"

"The Lincoln Burrows Junior Case." He replies.

"What do I need this for? Wait did you say Lincoln Junior?" I say in shock. Burrows has a kid. I flip open the file to see a boy around the age of sixteen. His face filled with fear and rounded like his fathers but his eyes were to soft, probably his mothers. I flip over to the next page to see that he is being trailed for the double homicide of his mother and step father. I can tell by the look on this kids face he didn't do it, but no one would believe him anyways. Being the some of a murderer has it's disadvantages. "Why do we need this?"

"We're going to talk to young Mister Burrows." Mahone says as he gets up to leave. I fallow him out the door and down to the garage where we hope into the SUVs and head out for Cook County courthouse.

We are escorted into a visitation room and Lincoln Junior soon joins us, handcuffed and dressed in a bright yellow jumpsuit. He is lead to the table by the bailiff where he takes a seat. Mahone nods and the bailiff leaves, closing the door behind him. "You must be LJ. Agent Mahone, FBI." Alex says as he takes a seat across from the boy. "This is my partner Agent Johnson," He says as he gestures me as I lean back on the windows ledge. "I'm assuming you've heard."

"Yeah." LJ huffs.

"I have to tell you, what your father and uncle pulled off, very impressive." Alex chuckles as he removes his sunglasses. "I've been doing this fourteen years, and most escapes can be attributed to dumb luck or brute force. The level of planning and sophistication that went into this one, and eight guys got out. I really do, professionally speaking, have a lot of admiration for Lincoln and Michael."

"Cool, now we're buddies," LJ says sarcastically and I can't help but to chuckle myself. Mahone shoots me a glair then turns back to LJ. "What do you need?"

"Help us bring them in. Peacefully." Mahone states.

"I don't know where they are; I don't know where they're going." LJ says in angry tone. "You know what man? The murder charge they put on my dad? The two murder charges they put on me? Everything's been set up coming from way up top. So the fact that you work for the government? I got nothing to say."

I leave the ledge and walk up behind Alex where I whisper. "Can I talk to him alone for a minute, please?" Mahone gets up from the table without a word and walks out the door.

I take over the seat across from LJ and he watches me closely. "I know what your going through right now is hard on you LJ. And I know you probably don't want it, but I want to help you." I state as I reach into my blazer pocket.

"Wha- Why would you want to do that?" LJ asks looking extremely confused. I pull out what feels like my card but it turns out to be a picture of my little boy; Ross Johnson. His brown hair rested messily around his head, his blue eyes filled with happiness and his smile a killer. My eyes well up with tears and I quickly wipe them away with my knuckles. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine," I manage to speak. "I want to help you LJ because I had a son of my own," I say as I place the picture of Ross on the table for him to see. "He would have been about your age next month if it wasn't for the car accident nine years ago. I wasn't able to do anything for his life, but I might be able to do something for you once this whole thing is sorted out."

I trade the picture of Ross for one of my card with name and number and slide it into LJs' hands as Mahone re-enters the room.

"And I'll give you the same advice that you'd get from the guy working deli downstairs. Start thinking about yourself, now. In fact, the sooner the better. Because no one, not your father, LJ, not your uncle, is going to do your time. And at sixteen years old, you're looking at a long stretch. How much time you get, will you serve it, who your cellmate might be, hmm. You need to start thinking about yourself, now. I want your dad, and I want your uncle, and I'm willing to deal," I rant on to make it look like I was doing something to try to get Burrows and Scofield. Mahone gives me a slight smile probably thinking 'I've trained her well' as we leave the room.

Lincoln POV

I sit scrunched down in the passengers seat and flip open one of the cell phones where I dial. "Nick Savrrin, bar numbers 56567 for call time with my client, LJ Burrows." After minutes of silence LJs' voice erupts from the other end. "Hello."

"LJ, know who this is?"

"Yeah," He says with happiness in his voice. "Yeah, Nick Savvrin?"

"How you holding up?"

"Doing what I can do. How about you?" He huffs.

I let out a sigh of frustration before replying. "I'm worried about you. I'm sorry for what you're going through."

"Thanks. Word is, after this hearing because of my dad being so high profile, they're, they're shipping me to an adult facility in Kingman, Arizona." He says.

"Yeah well, hopefully that aint going to happen."

"You heard from Veronica today? She didn't show up. They gave me some court appointed clown," LJ says in a slightly worried tone and I shut my eyes tight, trying to hold back the tears.

"No. I haven't heard from her." I crock.

"Hey, this uh, some feds came by and talked to me today."

"Yeah?"

"One of 'em wanted me to get my dad to turn himself in." He informs me.

"Well, knowing your dad, I doubt that's going to happen." I laugh slightly. "And the other?"

"She didn't say much. Kinda stood in the background. Gave me her card." He explains.

"Name?"

"Emily Johnson."

"Okay LJ, I have to go but I need you to listen to one last thing it is real important. On the third, look out for Otis right. You got that? On the third, look out for Otis right. Until then, keep your head up."

End of Lincoln POV.

Mahone and I go to re-enter the visitation room when I stop him. "Let me do the talking this time okay?" he nods then opens the door for me to lead in. "You got a call from Nick Savvrin today. What was that all about?" I ask coolly as I sit across from him.

"He's my attorney, that's a privileged." He says forcefully sending a small amount of spit onto the table.

"Well that's odd, because Nick Savvrin was found dead in his apartment an hour before that call came into you." At this time Alex pulls out a mini recorder it plays the voice of an unknown man but we have a hunch that it's his father: "Listen up LJ, this is real important. On the third, look out for Otis right. You got that?"

"You know for someone who's so convinced that the government is capable of so many underhanded things, you sure are playing fast and loose with us."

"What are you going to do, throw another fake murder charge on me?" He questions forcefully.

"Who's Otis Wright?"

"I have no idea." LJ states and Mahone walks over to the table where he slams his fists down.

"I think you do. And if you don't tell me, after you're convicted, I will be in that courtroom when you're sentenced, and I will hang you out to dry. Take it to the bank." The bailiff comes in to escort LJ out and we fallow out, Alex on his cell phone. "Yeah. Put me in touch with the prosecutor in the LJ Burrows case. I want a meeting." I glance up at the elevators to read the manufacturing company's name: 'Otis Manufacturing.' My eyes flash over to what floor we are on: the third. This is it! This is what the man on the recording was talking about. I look back at the elevators to the one on the right side slowly closing with LJ and the bailiff on the inside. I quickly rush to the closing door and stop it with my hand.

"We'll escort the boy," I say quickly and Mahone and I enter the elevator as the bailiff leaves. "Otis right. Otis elevator on the right. What is he planning?" I questions as the service area opens above us. My head snaps upwards to see both Burrows and Scofield. Burrows points a gun down at us and I slowly slide down my side to my holster and soon find the gun in my face.

"Keep it in the holster and no one gets hurt," Burrows demands and I lift my empty hand away from my hip. "Alright, LJ, hit stop," Burrows says and his son presses the red button, causing the elevator to volt then stop. "He's coming with us, So just stay cool, stay cool."

I look over at Alex who keeps looking from Burrows to his son then to his brother. LJ removes the guns from our holsters and passes them up to his uncle and father before they begin to attempt to hoist him up. As they are doings to the upper body of Burrows nudges the guns back to the floor. Alex takes this opportunity to attempt to pull LJ back to the elevator floor. Multiple shouts are exchanged between father and son before LJ drops to the ground, on top of Mahone. The elevator door springs open, I grab my gun from the floor then run out.

I run for the stair well and sprint up it. It soon occurs to me that I will never make it to the highest of the roof so I knockout the window with my elbow and step onto the lower roof level. Feet impact with full force on the fire escape as Burrows and Scofield flee down it. I begin to run down it growing hotter on their trails with every step. The reach the ground and I know if I don't meet the ground soon I will never catch up; so I jump. I land hard on my feet and take a quick tumble before continuing to pursue the escapees.

Down the street, a couple blocks away from the court house the two of them spot a truck ahead. I am joined by multiple please officers and we begin to open fire. The gun shots echo trough the air and I find that I am quickly out of bullets. Alex pulls up in the SUV behind me and I lean back on it winded. "Ems, You okay?"

"Yeah fine. I shot 'im. Water - Now!" He slides a water bottle in my hands and I chug it down.

"You shot who?"

"Burrows. Mid thigh. I have a nice aim." I say between mouthfuls. "Get men in all the area's hospitals. Wherever they are headed, he's gonna be bleeding good. Which means; they either come to us, or they die."

Lincoln POV

Excruciating pain travels from my thigh up into my groin I collapse down to the ground where I cry out in pain. I run my hand over my leg to have it quickly covered with my blood. "Oh my god." Michael says as he comes to the realization that I have been shot. "That bitch shot me!" I exclaim. Soon tears of failure slide secretly down my face."I failed him. I failed him."

End of Lincoln POV