Sara ran to meet her father, but only found Bruce. "Bruce, where is my dad?"
"You just missed him. Why?"
Sara looked torn up, she was on the edge of tears. "Dirt Now is going to ruin me more than I already am and I need my dad to do something." She sniffled.
"He should be at home, in his office."
Sara sniffled and nodded, running outside to her car and drove to her father.
xx
Brent rushed into Lucy's office. "What where you thinking!?" He snapped. "Her father is the Governor he can sue if he wants!"
"Relax!" She gave Brent an annoyed look. "It will only make his little daughter look worse if daddy sues, that way, the world will know she's trying to get the press off her back which will help us because we know she's hiding something."
"You said she'd talk." Brent said lowly. "She did, and you ruined her life."
"No, I didn't 'ruin her life'. I'm leading her out of the dark by getting her to come out." Lucy smirked.
"That didn't contribute anything before. Her father is the Governor and she doesn't need to 'come out.' One snap of his fingers and we're in the ground."
"You need to relax." Lucy reassured. "She will come running."
xx
Theodore Bagwell was stopped by a black van. Men in black masks jumped out and grabbed him in.
A old man by the age of maybe 60 sat on a low step.
"Hello, Theodore." The man said.
"Who- who are you!?" T-bag panicked.
"General Jonathon Krantz." The man said. "Drive." He ordered the driver.
The car began moving. "What do you want from me?"
"Don't worry. We aren't the feds, we are a company, more like a government. A secret Government." The General gave a reassuring smile. "I assure you Mr. Bagwell, you have nothing to be afraid of. We aren't the police or anyone in that category, just under cover secret agents."
"Okay... so what do you want?" T-bag asked again.
"Maybe to gain trust. I can have you employed and fixed up within a day. And unrecognizable to any type of feds."
"How?" T-bag smirked a little. "How can I trust you?"
"You don't. You'll just have to see for yourself." The General smirked.
xx
The men where far away from the police now, inside of a warehouse.
They had missed the plane they where suppose to catch and now they're only option is to hide and hitch hike.
The men split up, and Lincoln and Michael continued on.
Michael got a car and they were on the road.
"So new Mexico, huh?" Lincoln asked.
Michael nodded. "After we get the 5 million D.B Cooper hid, we disappear forever. I mean, we get LJ of course, and we disappear." Michael sighed.
Linc knew only one thing was on his mind, which was Sara. "What about Sara, man?"
"I have no contact, or any other chances with her..." Michael sighed. "Right now, we focus on LJ and disappear." Michael pulled up a gas station. "Now, can you run in and pay the man for 40. And get us some drinks." Michael handed Linc the money.
Linc had glasses and a hat on and he walked in. He grabbed two waters and looked over at the magazine stand.
Dirt Now caught his attention. He saw all the wanted men, and Sara, he grabbed the magazine, paid for everything and walked out.
Michael was about done pumping gas in. He reached for his water. "Magazine?"
"You'll never believe who's on the cover." Linc pulled it out. Michael snatched it and looked at Sara. He opened and flipped through the pages until he found her page.
"Let me drive, man." Michael nodded and they both switched places.
Linc started the car and began driving. He couldn't believe what he was reading.
xx
Sara walked into her father's office only to find him hanging on a noose.
She screamed "help!" and people came running in.
Her father gasped one last breath and died. A key dropped out of his pocket.
Sara whimpered and went over to sat by the window as men carried her father's body out.
"Did your father have any enemies?" One man asked.
Sara shook her head.
"Is there anyone else in your family that I can contact? Perhaps a mother or a sibling?"
Sara shook her head again. "My mom is dead and I'm an only child."
The man nodded. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Tancredi."
Sara nodded. "My father wasn't a suicidal man."
The man sighed. "Until further notice, we have no leads or no one in particular who would of done this, and this is a suicidal incident."
Tears ran down Sara's face. "He didn't commit suicide."
"I'm sorry for your loss.." The man sighed and walked away.
Bruce walked in and sat by Sara. "I wanted to tell you, but you left so sudden, your father loss the debate today. He was very upset when he left."
Sara shook her head. "Bruce, you know he wasn't suicidal."
"No one came in or out of his office but him." Bruce assured.
"He wasn't suicidal!" Sara's voice snapped. "I'm sorry Bruce... Um.." She looked around, than thought of Lucy. "I need to go." She picked up her bag and found the key laying in the same spot. She picked that up to and walked out to her car, driving to Dirt Now.
xx
Kenny walked into Lucy's office.
"Mhm, 5 grand and I'll add a new car. Your choice." Lucy was on the phone. "Okay, good bye."
Lucy looked at Kenny.
"Sara Tancredi is one line 1, she says she wants you to confirm an interview immediately?"
"Great!" Lucy smiled. She picked up the phone and pressed line 1. "Lucy Spiller."
"You want an interview? I'll give you one. I'm on my way right now, so whatever lunch plans, others, need to be held back."
"Of course, Sara." Lucy smirked to herself. "Whenever you arrive you will be sent to my office."
The phone hung up.
Sara arrived at Dirt Now and was led in by a big guard. The secret agent that had been following her was also there.
The man dialed a number on his phone. "Sara Tancredi is arriving at Dirt Now. If she wants, she may be giving something on the Lincoln Burrow's case. Do I engage?"
xx
Sara sat in Lucy's office.
The two woman looked at each other.
"Tell me Sara, what brings you to me all of the sudden?" Lucy asked, slight joy in her voice.
Sara swallowed. "You want what I know? You want what I did? I'm going to make you promise me something."
Lucy nodded.
"I was told once if I knew anything, I die. I tell you what you want-" Her voice got weak. "You need to provide protection for me."
"Of course. But Sara, I need to know how your life is in danger."
Sara swallowed and looked down. "I- I don't know..." She sniffed. "The Burrow's case, I have papers that say he was framed. And if I let that out, the people who framed him might- She stopped, a tear running down her face. "Might come for me."
Lucy nodded and touched her hand. "Sara, I will help you."
Sara looked up. "How can I trust you?"
"Because right now, the Vice Presidents brother's story is one thing that will help my magazines boost. And I have good guards that will keep you safe, no one will go near with the people I hire."
Sara gulped and nodded. "When I worked at Fox River... there was this man named Michael Scofield. I never understood him. Questions surrounded me about how'd he been a successful engineer and then putting him in danger. I later found out he was there to break his brother out of Prison. He made me... he made me fall in love with him. And after I read the file on his brother's case, I truly believed he was innocent. The people that framed him... I don't know what they do or who they are, But I was told that they're dangerous. My father also read the files. Today... he was killed."
Lucy gasped. "I'm sorry for your lost."
Sara swallowed and nodded, not making eye contact with Lucy. "Look, I left that door open so I wouldn't watch an innocent man die. My father wouldn't grant clemency so I did it." She took a breath. "And I jumped bail. And today, I find out he's dead."
Lucy sighed. "If I publish this, I will help you."
"You don't understand. I'm telling you this because I don't have no one to turn to. And now, for your best interest, I'm telling you if you publish it, you may be in danger." Sara stood. "And whatever danger you where in before for the things you published, you're in for a whole nother type of danger."
"Has anyone threatened you by any chance, Sara?"
Sara shook her head. "No. No one. And if they do I don't know. If they suspect of me, they'll get me. If you publish anything, and they suspect of you, they're going to come for you. AND me."
Lucy watched her. "So it's like a top secret thing in an government agency I'm assuming. And what you know is from Michael Scofield?"
Sara nodded.
"Can you contact Michael in anyway?"
Sara touched her bag, where the origami bird was. "No.." She admitted. She didn't understand the bird yet.
Lucy nodded. "If you need anything, you can contact me. I will have you protected as soon as the magazine is published."
Sara nodded and turned to walk out.
"Sara?" Lucy called.
Sara turned.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I needed a way to get you face to face." Lucy watcher her with a small smile.
Sara nodded and walked out, wiping her eyes.
xx
T-bag sat in the Generals office, his hand was nicely fixed up and he had a cold drink.
Two agents walked in.
"Seems Sara Tancredi leaked information from that file of hers to Lucy Spiller." The General said.
"So what is the order boss?" One agent said.
"Get me Lucy Spiller if anything seems odd in her magazine after it's us" The General looked at T-bag." I will Inform Mr. Bagwell on the situation."
xx
Michael stood at a payphone and dialed Sara's number. He needed desperately to speak to her.
Sara picked up, she was arriving at her house. "Hello?"
"Sara." It was Michael, his voice low.
Sara gasped a little. "Michael?"
"Listen to me... Sara I saw the magazine... I saw it. And now, now I'm worried about you."
"Why?" Sara asked confused, standing at her door.
"You're in danger... anyone with ties to me and my brother are in danger."
"I have no ties to you and your brother, no, not anymore." Sara snapped sharply.
Michael's heart ached. "I'm sorry Sara... there's so much I want to say... you need to understand I never wanted to hurt you. There's a way I can protect you."
"How?"
"I can't tell you over the phone. I need you to understand my message... there's a chance that they're listening in on this call and I can't be specific on anything that will put you in any danger. Sara, I need you to stay out of public. I will come for you.. I will.."
Sara took out her key. "Michael?" She asked once the other line was quiet.
"It was real Sara. You and me. It's real." With those words lingering in the air, Michael hung up.
"Michael?"
She heard a gun cock behind her and she froze as a tip pressed to her back. "You're coming with me." A deep voice said. Sara was pulled away from her door and the next thing she knew, a black van pulled up, and she was thrown inside. Immediately blind folded and gagged.
xx
"So you want me, on your employee list?" T-bag smirked.
The General nodded. "Yes. It'll be an honest to good job."
"Great, when do I start?"
"As soon as Sara Tancredi is thrown inside here." The General simply stated.
"Wa-wait, the doc? The doc from Fox River?" T-bag stuttered.
"Yes. The pretty doc from Fox River." The General watched T-bag.
A grin formed on his lips. How he waited so long to put his greedy hands on her he'll never know, but today, she'd be his.
xx
It was around midnight when Lucy finally got home.
As she walked to her door and tried to unlock it, she felt a hand grab her waist. She gasped and turned around.
Holt smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. "You're never out this long, Lucy."
"Yeah, well, today was busy. Magazine will be done and ready to publish by tomorrow, and we'll be going to press in 3 days. And what are you doing here?" She laid her head on his chest.
He laid his head on hers. "Missing you, of course. I barely get to spend time with you. And I wanna be with you tonight."
She smiled. "Okay. You can spend the night." She left his warm embrace and entered her dark lonely house, it felt good to have the man she loved following her, knowing she won't be alone tonight.
She led him to her room and he tumbled down on her water bed.
She removed her coat and shoes and smiled, sitting up next to him. "So, I finally got to talk with Sara Tancredi."
"Finally." Holt sighed.
"I understand why she never wanted to talk now." She said quietly.
"Why?" Holt looked at her.
"She's in danger. She told me knowing the information she knows will put me in danger to."
"No, she's lost it. You're fine as long as I'm around."
"Holt.. no, the things she told me... I do believe Lincoln Burrows is innocent."
"What?" Holt asked shocked. "Lucy he killed Terrance Steadman, the video was the proof."
Lucy shook her head. "No, he was framed. The video was edited according to Sara and she had proof . She told me everything she wanted. Her father was found dead today."
Holt's expression changed. "Governor Tancredi?"
Lucy nodded. "Yeah."
Holt stayed silent.
"I'm going to hop in the shower." She kissed Holt. Holt kissed back and nodded.
xx
T-bag grew impatient for Sara to wake up, she was tied up against a chair with a gagger in her mouth. Her head hung down.
T-bag decided to slap her. She quickly awoke and blinked. Her expression changed in horror at T-bag's hand glided along her leg, close to touching her vagina.
Sara wanted to close her legs tightly but it would only cause T-bag the pleasure of his hand being squished in between her legs.
T-bag removed his hands and put them on the side of her chair arms and her knees pressed against his penis.
She watched in horror as he removed her gagger and glided his hands down the sides of her body until he reached her ass. "Oh, Sara." He let out a low moan.
She whimpered and tried inching away but his hands slide down the sides of her harder and stopped at her waist, grabbing it. "I was longing for you to wake up" He unzipped the zipper to her jeans and slid two fingers through the whole. "Heard you know couple things about the brothers."
He pressed his fingers against her, causing her to whimper more.
"Tell me what you know, and I'll make sure you're wet when I rape you so it won't hurt." T-bag grinned, his fingers rubbing hard on her vagina.
Sara scooted back. "I have nothing." She absolutely hated that T-bag was in control now, and she could do nothing about it.
T-bag rubbed his fingers harder on Sara. "Come on Sara. Just tell me. Or you'll be giving me what I want."
Sara whimpered and screamed. She already knew if she talked T-bag would rape her, nevertheless, he'd know what she knows, and whoever had her would kill her. She wanted Michael. She needed him more than ever right now.
"Okay." T-bag drew a gun out that made Sara jump. And he untied her from the chair. He grabbed two pairs of hand cuffs and dragged her to a room, than slam the door and shut it.
"Now, here's what's going to happen. You are going to enjoy ever damn minute!"
She started shaking. She really didn't want to get raped. "Please... no please." She cried.
T-bag pointed the gun at her. "Remove your shirt, now." His voice was stern.
She hugged herself and refused.
"Sara I can cause excruciating pain for you, while also raping you." He glared. "I can shoot you in the knee and still abuse your body."
She closed her eyes.
"Is that what you want?" And with that he shot her in the knee.
She screamed loudly and fell back, holding her knee. T-bag ran over and yanked her pants off, causing more pain in her knee as the fabric ran over her knee.
He yanked her up and threw her on the bed. "Remove your shirt, Sara. If I have to do it, I might deepen that bullet in your knee."
She scaredly removed her shirt, everything hurting her now.
She was all the sudden hand cuffed to the bed, T-bag on top, and all she felt was pain going in and out of her.