Hello everyone, I am in the groove for this story. I just keep typing it it is just so... addicting? Could you call it that? Addicting? Well anyways, heres the next chappie.

Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.

In the back of the police cruiser the three of us sit, our hands cuffed behind out backs, the smell of urine and vomit filling our nostrils. I never thought I would ever have to sit back here. I am pushed closer to the door as Lincoln digs his shoulder in my side as he tries to get closer to the fencing dividing the cops from us. "My son and Emily had nothing to do with this, please."

"A judge will decide that," One of the cops replies rudely.

Lincoln removes his elbow from my side and sits back in his seat. "I'm sorry dad, I was slowing you down." LJ puts the blame on himself.

"LJ it's not your fault. If anything it's mine. I should have ran ahead first, gotten hit and you guys coulda kept going." I sigh. "So, I'm sorry," I lean my head back on the seat and in the matter of second another vehicle forces the police car off the road. It smashes hard against a tree sending us back and forth on impact. Taking the opportunity, with full force I slam the door open and take off with the others behind me. Lincoln quickly catches up and I holler back to LJ. "Come on kid!"

"Let go of me!" LJ yells and Lincoln and I both spin around in the blink of an eye. There in the hands of two men in black is LJ trying to fight free. We both run back towards them quickly taking them out. Another man and a woman erupts from another vehicle and Lincolns head snap in my direction.

"Emily. Get LJ and run. Get out of here, keep him safe." I give off a quick nod and grab LJ by the arm and begin to run but LJ stops looking back at his father.

"We just can't leave him!" I look into his sad eyes and know that he's right. I tell him to stay put before running back to help Lincoln. He has taken out the man and seemed uncomfortable with taking out the blonde woman. I come up behind the woman and throw the chains of my cuffs around her neck and pull back slowly choking her.

She struggles in my grip gasping for air and manages to gasp out. "Lincoln, stop her! We're on your side! We're with your father."

Alexander Mahone POV:

I hurry down the escalator of O'Hare International airport when my cell phone rings. The voice of Paul Kellerman quickly enters my ear. "Mahone. Lincoln Burrows has been apprehended," a slight smile grows on my face and I walk out to the car awaiting me. "Along with an unknown woman. She has no ID and not from the area." He informs me.

"Where?"

"Arizona." He replies.

"Can you send a picture to my phone?" I question remembering that Emily had gone to Arizona to help his son. With a quick beep, a picture is received. I look down at the slightly pixelated photo and make out the face of Emily. "That's my partner - Emily Jo…" I trial off at her last name knowing that she wont want to be pulled into this mess. "But why would she be with Burrows? Unless… He's taken her hostage."

End Of Alexander POV.

We fallow the blonde woman into a cabin its' big windows let you see out into the forests surrounding it, its' kitchen filled with stainless steel, and it's couch loveseat set made of oak and covered in brown leather. I am pushed down on it still in my handcuffs -the woman wont remove them. "Where are we?" Lincoln questions as he takes in the surroundings.

"It doesn't matter. You're safe here. You can take a seat," The woman replies and LJ and Lincoln sit on eat side of me. "Your father is on his way, his flight lands in an hour."

"Why should I trust you, lady?" Lincoln questions.

"I don't see you have much of a choice. I could drop you off back with the cops if you'd prefer," She says as she takes a seat in the loveseat. "You have somewhere else to be?"

"Matter of fact, we do." Lincoln huffs.

"Well, we can't let you leave. And your father was expecting your brother to be with you. Do you know where he is?" She asks, Lincoln says nothing. "You need to start co-operating with us, Lincoln. We're only trying to help." She finishes before walking off.

"Your grandfather...he was the reason I was set up in the first place. He used to work for the people who wanted me dead. This is all just to get to him," Lincoln informs LJ after a long time of sitting alone.

"Your father should be arriving any minute now," The woman tells Lincoln when she returns.

"Uh… Mrs…" I train off.

"Jane." She finally tells us her name.

"I'm sorry about the whole chocking thing back there." I apologise but says nothing in return, which I completely understand. If I was choked by a random stranger I wouldn't take an apology either.

"You know my dad?" Lincoln questions Jane.

"We used to work together," She replies.

"So I guess you walked out on your family too. No explanations, no goodbyes," Lincoln states.

"I don't have a family. Lincoln, he really wants to see you and your brother. He hasn't seen Michael since he was 10 years old. " She says as a man enters the room and informs us he has arrived. "Wait here."

"Let's go." Lincoln says as he grabs my arms and LJ jumps up.

"Where are we going?"

"Michael never met my father," Lincoln informs me as we run into an open corridor. We here footsteps behind us and soon people block the way in front of us. I look up at Lincoln in search of what to do and I can tell by on the look on his face, he's thinking of fighting our way out. An older man pushes to the front of the group and Lincolns eyes widen, it's his father.

We are directed back to the sitting room where we sit back down."So...this is him," Mister Burrows says while looking at LJ.

"Lincoln Junior." Lincoln introduce him.

"Named him after yourself." Burrows says.

"I wasn't gonna name him 'Aldo'. LJ, this is your grandfather. Aldo Burrows," Lincoln says and he and LJ shake hands.

"And who is this lovely lady?" Lincoln father questions as he kisses my hand lightly.

"Emily Johnson…FBI."

"An agent hmm… must be why your in the handcuffs." He chuckles slightly. "I've waited for this for a long time. I've arranged a safe place for both of you to go to." He says toward the boys.

"Well, thanks for bailing us out, but we gotta meet Michael." Lincoln says.

"Where is he?"

"Down by the border. A place called Bolshoi Booze, we have a plan to get us to Panama." Lincoln informs him swiftly. As the conversation continues I head off to the bathroom and soon return to hear the conversation has changed."What are you, a bunch of spies?"

"Just a handful of senators, congressmen. People like me that once worked for The Company. People willing to expose the president for what she is. A shill, working for these corporations. We bring her down, we bring them down." Mister Burrows explains when his corporation consists of.

"What's it's got to do with Lincoln?" I question curiously.

"Because the way we'll bring her down is also what we're gonna use to set Lincoln free. About a week ago, we finally got a break. An NSA analyst sympathetic to our cause finally worked his way up and got clearance into the Echelon program. Emails, cell-phone calls, all across this country. If it's transmitted, it goes through Echelon. It's catalogued, interpreted, and then stored for Homeland Security. Nothing is missed by them. Nothing. Including, by accident, for a few months after 9/11...the White House. The analyst got his hands on a phone conversation the president had...with Terrence Steadman. Two weeks after Lincoln supposedly killed him. Now, the analyst tried to get this information out of the building. Turns out someone else was snooping too. Someone else wanted answers about the president. I'm convinced they're turning…Twenty-four hours later, Tancredi is dead, the analyst is missing and the White House Echelon tapes have been deleted from the mainframe. The tape is still out there. And judging by how hard they're going after Sara Tancredi, I'm pretty sure they think she has it. And I think they're right. She's the key to this whole thing, Lincoln." He eventually finishes.

A slight sound fills my ears from the next room and my next snaps in it's direction. I walk towards it and peer around the corner. I see a man traveling up the hall suspiciously. "LJ, come with me," Mister Burrows says as he senses something is wrong.

I back up to the center of the room by Lincoln knowing I couldn't do much right as he turns the corner. The man enters the room the bullets leaving his gun at a rapid place. Lincoln grabs me and we drop down behind the couch, dodging bullets. "What are we going to do!" I yell over the sound of the bullets leaving the barrel. We hear the man approaching Lincoln pushes himself up off the ground and charges towards the man. The man is tackled by Lincoln and the gun is dropped from his hands.

I quickly jump up from the ground and run toward the gun. I look back over at Lincoln to see that Lincoln had stabbed the man with a smaller knife, but he still persuades on him with carving knife. I lift the gun up in my linked hands and pull the trigger sending a bullet into the mans head."You okay?" I ask his as he washes the blood off his hands.

"This is never gonna stop. They're gonna keep coming after us." He says full of anger. The faint sound of a cell phone's ring fills the air and Lincoln and I locate the source; it's in the dead mans pocket. I pull it out and put it on speaker.

"Is it done?" A mans voice erupts from the phone.

"Your man is dead. Just like anyone else you send to take out anyone in my family." Lincoln growls.

"We want you. This isn't about your family. There's a very simple way for all of this to end."

"I'll tell you how it's gonna end. Me staring into your dead eye with my hand around your throat!" Lincoln raises his voice.

"You don't even know who I am." The man states and the line goes dead.

Mister Burrows returns and decides that it is time to leave. We walk outside into the humid summer air and LJ stands disappointed, not wanting to be separated from his father. "Jane will take care of it, you can trust her." Lincoln tries to convince him says.

"And you'll trust Emily?" LJ questions. "She's a nice lady dad, you can trust her."

"LJ, I'll trust her. Jan's gonna look out for you and ah…I'll see you soon, I promise." Lincoln tells him.

"Isn't that the same thing your dad told you?" LJ asks.

"Yeah, but I mean it." Lincoln says and they embrace. I give LJ a slight wave before we both depart in different directions.

After an extremely long drive of sitting in the back seat we arrive in the middle of a desert near Gila. I hop out of the car my hands still connected by handcuffs and follow behind Aldo. Lincoln puts out his hand stopping us and he travels around a shack."Where's LJ?" I here the voice of Michael Scofield.

"He's safe. The money?" Linc questions.

"Long story short." Michael sighs. "I'll explain later, we got to move."

"Okay but first, I brought someone. More like someones…Dad? Emily?" Lincoln says and both Aldo and I walk from behind the shack. Michaels eyes widen and I'm not sure if it's because of seeing me, a FBI agent or his father. The six of us - seven if you count Fernando Sucre - stand in silence waiting for the other to speak.