April 27th – 30th

Tuesday morning Michael had gotten a call from Bill Davis inviting both he and his fiancé to a dinner party Friday night. The party started at seven, which was impossible for them since she worked until then. Mr. Davis said that whenever they could get there was fine. That he wanted Michael to be there no matter what. Michael had no choice but to except.

That night he'd told Sara. He wasn't sure how she'd feel about brushing elbows with the upper class again after sharing with him her distaste for political fundraisers as a kid, but her excitement for him seemed to overcome any ill feelings on her part. She'd went shopping on Wednesday and found a new dress.

Michael made sure he was ready by the time Sara walked in the door Friday evening. As soon as she entered the apartment, she headed into the bedroom to start getting ready. In the kitchen when she'd arrived home, he heard her turn on the shower. He made his way into the bedroom and was sitting on the bed waiting for her when she came out wrapped in a towel.

She had a one-track mind and that was to get ready as soon as possible. Without missing a beat, she'd walked over to her dresser and extracted the lingerie she needed for the evening. Not hearing him walk up behind her, she jumped a little when she felt him slip his arms around her waist. "Hello." He whispered in her ear. "Do I get a kiss this evening?"

Now that her shock was over, she leaned into his embrace. His breath was sending shivers through her body and down to her toes. If she wasn't careful, they wouldn't be going anywhere tonight. "Hmm. Maybe." She said as she turned to face him. Rising up, she planted a chaste kiss on his lips. "Better?"

He leaned in again pulling her towel-clad body closer; taking her lips again for a kiss that was anything but chaste. Looking down into her eyes, he saw the slightly glazed look he'd been waiting for. "Better." And then stepping away, he walked back out into the living room so she could finish getting ready.

~

They arrived at the dinner party a little after eight thirty. The party was in full swing by that time with about a hundred guests mingling about both inside and out of the rather large home. Less than two minutes after their arrival, they'd been spotted by Mr. Davis. He'd crossed the room in record time to shake Michael's hand, "Michael I'm glad you made it. I was beginning to wonder." He gave a little chuckle. Turning his attention to Sara, "And this must be your fiancé."

Michael made the introductions. "Bill this is Sara Tancredi. Sara, Bill Davis."

"Very nice to meet you sir."

"Oh the pleasure is all mine, I assure you. Tancredi? Are you Frank's daughter?"

"Yes."

"I'm very sorry. I knew your dad for years."

"Thank you."

It was quite obvious Sara didn't want to talk about her dad so Bill switch subjects as he invited them to follow him across the room to meet his wife. "Sara do you have any idea what a talented man you're marrying?"

Sara glanced up lovingly at Michael. "Oh I have a pretty good idea." She smiled.

They met Bill's wife and about twenty other people Mr. Davis insisted Michael just had to meet. Most of them just went with the flow but a few, as always, seemed to remember who Michael was. Two had outright asked him if he was THE Michael Scofield. Sara wasn't sure why they felt the need to put the "THE" in there, but for whatever reason they just did. Only one, thank goodness, had realized who he was and had gotten that look of fear in their eyes. Michael acted like it didn't bother him and went on with the night but she knew it had. It always did.

By the time they got a moment to themselves, it was almost eleven. Michael took advantage of the dance floor and led her out onto it. It was a slow number and he held her close as they swayed to the music. Sara rested her tired head on his shoulder as they danced. "Your not half bad at this Mr. Scofield."

"Why thank you Miss. Tancredi. Your not bad yourself."

They were both exhausted after a full days work and although they could tell the party wasn't even near over, they decided to give it another half hour and then make their excuses and leave. But for the remaining thirty minutes, they would dance.

~

Lincoln parked the car in front of her house and walked her to the door. Sam was small compared to him, only coming up to his shoulder. Her first years of teaching some of the kids had thought because of her size that she was a push over. They'd been wrong. She was strict and demanded their participation. In return, she gave them praise and rewarded them for their achievements. And despite some rocky starts, her kids loved her and she loved them.

Sam turned to face her date. They'd been going out for over a month now and she was falling and falling hard. He could be brash at times, but he could also be incredibly sweet like now. He was shifting his weight from the balls of his feet to his heels. Obviously wanting to say something to her but not quite wanting to. "Something wrong?" she asked.

"No. Not at all." He'd been putting it off all night. Asking her to come meet his family tomorrow night. There was no avoiding it. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath he just blurted it out. "Would you like to come have dinner at my house tomorrow night and meet the family? Nothing fancy. It's just pizza."

A smile lit Sam's face. "I'd love to."

"We usually have dinner around six-thirty. I can pick you up around six?"

"That will work." She couldn't keep the smile from her face. He must feel this thing between them too if he was inviting her to meet his family.

"Ok then." He stood in place for a moment and then closed the distance between them. Bending down, he kissed her.

The kiss was warm and deep, but controlled. When he started to pull away, she grabbed his shirt to hold him. "I won't bite Lincoln."

He studied her face and then brought their lips together again. This time, however, his arms circled her waist and held her against him. Her arms came up around his neck as their tongues delved searching into each other's mouths.

They came up for air but neither pulled away. "Would you like to come inside?" she whispered.

Lincoln debated. He knew what she was asking and there was no question he wanted her. It had been a long time. Five years in fact since he'd been with a woman.

She misinterpreted his silence and began to step away. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her keys and turned toward the door. "Forget about it. I'll…I'll just see you…" The next thing she knew, she was turned around again facing him. Her back was pressed against the door and he was kissing her. His hands were in her hair, holding her as his body pressed into hers. All she could do was hold on. She kissed him back with everything she had.

This time when he pulled back, they were both breathing hard. Lincoln leaned back and took the keys from her hand. Unlocking the door, they stepped inside as Lincoln kicked the door closed behind them.

~

Michael and Sara walked in the door just after midnight. He helped her out of her dress and she helped him out of his suit. She'd worn her cream camisole under her dress and deciding she was too tired to change left it on and slipped under the sheets. Michael got into bed and slid behind her wrapping his arm around her waist, spooning her to him.

Sara brought his hand up to her mouth and gave it a simple kiss. "Good night."

Leaning in he kissed her temple. "Good night."