Okay I couldn't wait to finish typing this chapter up, In my opinion best so far but you guys be the judge. Enjoy.

Disclimer: I don't own Prison Break.

I walk through the air port my hair tied back in a ponytail, and dressed in my casuals. A black vest is layered over both a leather jacket, dark grey sweater and a black t-shirt. One the bottom I where straight leg blue jeans and sneakers on my feet. My belongings for this tripped shoved into a back pack. I take a cab down to the street where LJ said to meet him and I walk down the street looking for him. I find him at a bus stop fighting with a homeless man, and he was losing. I drop my pack then sprint in the direction of the two of them. I take down the man down to the ground with a tackle then handcuff him to the bus bench.

I rush over to LJ and help him up from the ground and cup his face in my hands. He has a large gash on his face and he is developing a nice shiner on his left eye. "We got to get you to a hospital kid," I sigh. I put his arm around my shoulder and he leans on me for support. I pick up my back pack from the side of the road and flag down a taxi. "Get us to a hospital!"

We get out of the yellow taxi and I support LJ into the emergency room. We walk up to the front desk and the nurse looks up from her gossip magazine. "What seems to be the problem?" She questions and I roll my eyes. "My ah… ah…" I trail off. What is he to me? He's not my kid. Not my relative. I'm gonna have to lie. "My nephew got into a fight and he needs to be looked at by a doctor, nurse or something A.S.A.P."

"Okay, we'll get you in a room, he'll get fixed up and I'll need you to fill out some papers before you leave." The nurse says before she leads us off to one of the small rooms. LJ sits down on the bed and I sit in the chair across from it. The doctor comes into fix him up and hands me a clip board with papers to fill out. I lean on the window as LJ sits in silence staring at the floor.

"Ms. Johnson, thank you."

"No problem LJ, you asked for help. I came to give it. So what do you need? Cloths? Money? Food?" Before LJ can answer the door of the room flies open and a tall, strongly built, aggressive looking, attractive man walks in. Lincoln Burrows. I freeze in shock as LJ stands up, approaches his dad and they embrace. I dig in my bag for another pair of handcuffs and plant my self in front of the door.

"We gotta move." Lincoln say, releasing his low, rough, calming voice.

"Your not leaving here unless it's with me in hand cuffs."

"Who is this chick?" Lincoln asks quickly.

"Emily Johnson FBI."

"What are you doing having feds in here?" Lincoln questions LJ. "Ah, never mind we have to get out of here," Lincoln says as he opens the side window. He lets LJ climb out first and he goes to fallow. I'm not going to come this close to let him just get away. I hop out the window after him, I run down the grass area and jump onto Burrows back bringing him to the ground. I rolls over sending me under him and temporarily taking the air from my lungs. I gasp for air as Lincoln rough hands grasps my wrist. "Looks like we're leaving with you in handcuffs after all." The cold metal of my handcuffs surrounds my wrists that are now behind my back.

"You seriously can't do this!"

I am lifted from the ground and dragged over to a vehicle. I squirm to try to get out of his grip but he is as strong as a gorilla, I can't escape. He throws me into the back seat of the car before he and LJ get into the front. With the turn of the key, and a step on the gas Lincoln drives the car onto the open road.

"Are these hand cuffs seriously necessary? I don't have my gun I can't shoot you. My cell is dead I can't call anyone. I have nothing from the burro. I came here to help your son. That's what I was prepared to do."

"Shut up!" Lincoln demands. "You called her to help you?"

"yeah I did dad. She unlike you didn't pay a meth head to whoop my ass to help me. She was gonna give me money, food, cloths…" LJ lists. "She wasn't gonna give me four stitches."

"Adds character. Here, take that," Lincoln says as he hand LJ a cooler. "There's some ice in there. Put it on the eye. Keep the swelling down. I've been in a few fights in my day too. Too many."

I lean back against the door off the car my arms sore, my legs asleep, and really having to pee. "I have to use the bathroom."

"Hold it!" Lincoln demands. "How you feeling?" He asks LJ.

"Okay, I guess. Tired." LJ replies as he leans his head down on the window.

"I'm a target, kid. As long as you're with me, so are you. Things will get a whole lot worse before they get better. Understand?" Lincoln questions.

"But after we meet up with Uncle Mike and get to Panama…" LJ says but trails off knowing he shouldn't have mentioned Panama. Lincoln looks in the rear view mirror and back at me, waiting for me to say something. I assure them that is was only a matter of time before I figured it out anyway.

"Panama ain't a sure thing. Your uncle's plan is dangerous. I mean, really dangerous. Listen, all the charges against you have been dropped. You're free and clear to start a new life. A good life. Not be constantly running, looking over your shoulder…"

"You want him to leave? After stealing him out of a hospital and taking me hostage. You want him to leave!"

"No. No."

"Okay good. Now can you pull over and let me pee?" I beg.

"Yeah dad I kinda have to go to, and I'm hungry." LJ seconds my thought. We continue to drive up the road and come to the town on St. David. Lincoln pulls into the parking lot of the Busy Bee Café and steps out. I step out of the car and hold out my wrists. "Keys are in my back pocket, and I can't exactly get them out of walk into a diner handcuffed." He turns me around and slides his hand into my back pocket removing the keys. He unlocked the hand cuffs and throws them back into the car.

"Now don't try anything." He demands as he pulls his baseball cap on.

The three of us walk into the diner and we sit in the last booth. I get up and head for the bathroom with Lincoln fallowing. "Can't a girl have some privacy?" I question as I stop in front of the bathroom door.

"I'm standing out side the door and If I hear anything more then the toilet flushing or tap running I'm coming in." I enter the bathroom and close the stall behind me. I sit down on the toilet seat, do my business, then exit the stall to wash my hands. I hunch over the sink and run my fingers through my hair. How could I be taken hostage by the fugitive I am supposed to be apprehending. "Hurry up in there Emily."

I walk out of the bathroom and Lincoln and I walk back to the table. I sit closest to the window and Lincoln sits beside me enabling me from leaving the booth. The young waitress comes to the table and hand us each a menu. "Don't get many families in here. Very cute." She says then walks back off to the kitchen to serve the other tables. I let out a soft at the thought of me and the Burrows being a family. The waitress returns to take our order. LJ orders a double cheese burger, Lincoln orders the fat boy burger and I order the same. We finish our food quickly and leave the money on the table then quickly leave the café.

I am handcuffed once again and slide into the back of the car. The guys get in and we are about to leave when the waitress taps on the window. "You forgot your change. You were in such a rush."

"Thanks. Thank you." LJ thanks the woman as he winds up his window. I watch the waitress closely as she walks back towards the café.

"Keep walking. Keep walking. Come on, keep walking." Lincoln and I whisper simultaneously. She looks back over he shoulder then rushes inside - she recognized him.

"Punch the gas, get us the hell out of here."

Miles down the road Lincoln makes the decision that we have to ditch the car. "We can keep driving." LJ protests.

"We can't, the waitress made your father and the car. It's useless." I state.

"To me it sounds like you don't want me to be caught…" Lincoln says roughly as he glances back at me.

"Maybe I'm one of the few people that think you are innocent. Back at the burro I had to catch you and the other eight. Now as hostage, I maize well help an innocent man." I see a faint smile cover Ljs' face before he brings up. "Maybe we can find another car."

"Cars aren't exactly growing on trees out here. We got four hundred miles to go and no way of getting there. If we don't get to Michael in time, he's gonna leave without us."

"Uncle Michael wouldn't do that." LJ protests.

"He doesn't have a choice. It's a one-shot deal out of the country." Lincoln informs them.

"I said I was sorry. There was a sign back there for a train station." LJ points out.

"It ain't that easy." I state as Lincoln pulls over to the side of the road. We all exit the vehicle and begin to walk down the side of the road. After a while Lincoln uncuffs me, he claims that it's because he's tired of carrying my stuff; but I think it's because he trusts me.

We walk side by side, Lincoln in the center and LJ and I at our sides. "Come on now, get away from the road. You wanna get caught? I, uh...I saw you checking out those girls back at the diner." Lincoln states as he pulls LJ further away from the road.

"What?" LJ asks innocently.

"I saw it to LJ, fess up."

"No, I was just making sure that they weren't staring at us." He claims as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

"With what, their asses?" I question.

"Beautiful girls in Panama. They love Americans." Lincoln claims. "So, uh...how long you known about girls?"

"Since I was thirteen." LJ replies. "Donna Enselmi, She was the kid next door. She was about... Four years than you?"

"You've got a player on your hands Mister Burrows," I laugh.

We shortly arrive at a crowded train platform and we push our way through the clumps of people. Lincoln hiding his face with the shadow created by his baseball cap and sunglass. We round the corner to see the lines at the ticket counter are extremely long and there is a guard on station.

"What are we gonna do?" LJ asks.

"Give me money I'll go but tickets." I demand. Lincoln takes money out of his pocket and holds it out for me to take but holds it tightly in his hands. "Trust me," I sight and he drops it into my hands. "I'll be right back," I walk over the lines and plot my self at its end. Time passes and I finally make it to the front of the line. "Three tickets for you three o'clock train please."

"We need your names please." The woman says.

"Emily Johnson, Ryan Johnson and Ross Johnson," She prints out the tickets and I return back to Lincoln and LJ. I hand them their ticket but seems that they wont be out to any use. A man and police officer are walking our direction. "Guys, slowly fallow me." I state as I slowly attempt to lead burrows away undetected but fail.

We sprint off the platform and off into the city. LJ slowly falls back and I slow down to wait for him. I trial behind him and Lincoln closely. Sirens wail in the air along with screeching tiers. We come to a road and a car comes speeding down it, striking LJ taking him to the ground. "LJ! LJ!" Lincoln yells as he rushes over to his sons side.

"Hold it right there! Stop! Don't move!" An officer demands as he pulls out his gun and trains it on us. I get down on my knees beside Lincoln and pull my hands behind my head.

"Please, please, they've got nothing to do with this!" Lincoln shouts as we are handcuffed. "LJ, I'm sorry,"

"No, Lincoln; I'm sorry."