"What I've got they used to call the blues: Nothin' is really wrong; Feelin' like I don't belong; Walkin' around, some kind of lonely clown; Rainy days and Mondays always get me down..." Olivia sung in the holding cell while feeling like it was really getting annoying with the being captured.

Michael trying to ignore Olivia's singing, he inhaled, "We're entitled to a phone call, I use that one phone call to phone Sara..."

"Funny, but it seems that I always wind up-a here with you;

Nice to know somebody loves me. Funny, but it seems that it's the only thing to do: Run and find the one who loves me." Olivia carried on singing.

Michael inhaled, "Olivia, for once shut it, I am trying to think!"

Olivia bit her lip, "Michael, right now, we're entitled to squat..." she folded her arms, "so, for once, just let me pass the time I know how..."

"Leave her alone Michael." Lincoln was sitting down, looking around the small holding cell, but it made him anxious.
He could see Alex and Nikole from the corner of his eye, but didn't want to stare at them.
"Nice singing 'Livia." He encouraged her, feeling his heart sinking, knowing the Electric chair was waiting for him back at Fox River.

Alex felt his phone ringing; he picked it up, "Alex, I hear the brother's are in lock up..."

"Border police, there is nothing I could of done..." Alex kept focused on Michael pacing, and Lincoln sitting down.

"Can you see them Alex?" Bill Kim asked smooth, but inside he was freaking out.

"Yes..." Alex stated.

"Are they breathing?" Bill Kim kept pacing back and forth like a duck in a shooting range.

"I can only assume..." Alex kept close to the wall, his eyes focused.

"Then make them stop!" Bill Kim snapped angry, this was taking too long.

Alex inhaled, "Well it's kinda hard to doing being surrounded by officers, it would be suicide..."

"I don't care!" Bill Kim Snapped, "You remember what home is like, don't you Alex? 90 West End Avenue, white fence, red door..."

"You stay away from my Son!" Alex snapped down the phone.

Bill Kim smirked, "Make it happen Alex..." he inhaled, he hung the phone up quickly.

Walking up beside him, "Something tells me, that phone call wasn't a happy one." Nikole said before popping a white pill into her mouth and chasing it with semi-decent police department coffee. "Coffee?" She held another cup up to him, before glancing back to the holding cell.

"Shove it up your ass!" Alex pushed passed her while walking into another room, he felt like he was losing it, taking a gun out of his shoe, he looked to the gun feeling like he couldn't do it, he inhaled while trying to focus on his life.

Olivia glancing over to Nikole after Alex had stormed off, "Trouble in paradise?" she asked Nikole standing behind the bars holding them, she couldn't help but notice the sexual tension between people, so she kept her tone light hearted.

Narrowing her eyes at Olivia, while putting the cups down, she walked over slowly to stand in front of the cell bars. "Trouble? Nah, he's just on his period." She grinned looking over Olivia. She noticed Lincoln glaring at her. "Oh, Lincoln - don't glare you'll get wrinkles." She nodded.

"Blueberry sucker," Olivia kept looking to Nikole, "Nice," she added while looking where Alex was still having his freak out. "How you doing?"

"Olivia!" Michael pushed her out the way, "We've nothing to say to you!" he snapped.

Olivia sighed looking to Nikole, "He's having his period too, that he misses his boyfriend."

"I am," Michael growled, "Olivia, just don't talk to her, she's the enemy! She let Alex shot my father!"

Nikole shifted her weight from one foot to the other, "You keep getting mad over there you're gonna look like a tomato and I've always saw you as a pickle." She looked from Michael to Olivia, "Doing? Good, trying to plan a wedding - but you know." She rolled her eyes. "Apart from being in lock up, how are you?" She ignored Michael and his comments.

Olivia laughed, "Well, got to admit, it was fun..." she held the bars, "I mean, I'm with the big guy," she pointed to Lincoln, she then waved her close, placing her hands around her mouth to whisper, "The sex is awesome!" she then giggled.

Michael rolled his eyes hearing what Olivia said, then looked to his brother, "I hope you used a condom..." he sat down feeling sick.

Lincoln didn't say anything; he kept looking from Nikole to Olivia and back. "No offence, but why aren't you at Fox River, being all Doctorly?"
Nikole shrugged. "Where would the fun be, in that?" She then laughed, covering her mouth. "Oh, Olivia you naughty girl you."

"Erm, he's coming back," Olivia said quickly, pointing to Alex walking over to a man at a desk, he looked like he was seriously stressed out, and he started to talk in a low voice. "Better, get back to being a BAMF..."

Michael laughed, "Yeah, wait, what?" Michael looked confused.

"Bad Ass Mother Fucker, Michael get with the program. We've been on Death Row for years and even we know that." Lincoln pointed out.
Watching Nikole stepping back. "And if you ever even remotely look at me like that again! I'll stab your eyes out!" She warned in a serious dark voice, before winking at them. Turning around, and walked toward Alex.

Olivia kept looking to Lincoln one side of her, Michael on the other; she kept looking to the Officer with them. "Michael..." she said softly.

"Yes Livia?" Michael side glanced over her, she was staring at him, "what?"

"I think this van took me to Fox River," she looked around it carefully, the driver starting up the long drive back to Fox River.

"It'll be taking you back too. If we make it." Lincoln whispered trying not to be a pessimist but really? What were the odds?
It wasn't until he noticed he was cuffed, but the cuffs weren't locked to the places they should be. The van slowing down inside a tunnel made him nervous.

Olivia kept looking from Michael to Lincoln, the van slowing down. "Road block," The officer got out of the van leaving the door open, Olivia glanced to the keys on the chair.

"How convenient..." her voice was soft looking to Lincoln. Michael kept staring at the keys.

Lincoln looked from Olivia to the keys, "Very convenient." He glanced up, outside the windshield, feeling Alex and Nikole up ahead, Nikole on her cell phone and Alex walking to someone.
"This has, set up written all over it." Lincoln said.

"Well," Olivia kept looking outside, "They got no reason to kill us," she exhaled, "But if we attempt an escape..."

"It gives them a reason to kill us..." Michael exhaled, "but if we go back to Fox River, you two are going to die." he exhaled while feeling confused and torn.

Lincoln turned his head, seeing a railing and a closed metal door. "We could go out that door, but we have no idea what's on the other side of it." He gestured toward the door with his finger, feeling someone watching them.

"I am not sure it's a good idea..." Michael said while looking serious, "I mean, Fox River, Sara."

"Yeah, great, but I don't wanna die, and I don't want the love of my life's life depend on a dumb ex junkie ginger hoe!" she reached over taking the keys lightly unlocking herself.

"Come on, Michael - let me get us out of this mess, the only way I know how." Lincoln took the keys from Olivia, unlocking himself, reaching over and unlocking Michael.
Looking between the two of them. "By fighting." He nodded.

"Or we can be very, very, very sneaky," Olivia quickly walked out of the van, she kept her movement carefully, she got to the door, right behind her was Michael.

Alex felt his eyes fixed on Michael aiming his gun; he fired missing as Michael got through the door with Lincoln behind him.

Running down a long narrowed tunnel behind Michael and Olivia, Lincoln kept looking around, behind him. Making sure they weren't being followed. "We need to find a way out." Lincoln said his voice echoing across the tunnels. All three of their footsteps were making smacks against the ground.

Olivia kept running behind Michael in front of Lincoln, but the fact was, they were running, the noise of her sneakers hitting the concrete floor was to the sound of her beating heart, she could feel it pulsing in her ears while trying to figure out where they were going to go from here.

Coming to a section where you could go left or right, they all stopped, "Which way?" Lincoln asked his breath uneven the adrenaline rushing.
Looking left to right. Two sets to footsteps echoing across the tunnels that didn't belong to them.

Michael kept looking, her glanced to Olivia, "Ladies choice?" he shrugged.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Typical Michael Scofield," she then glanced left, hearing the footsteps. "This way..." she pulled them right quickly running as fast as she could, but froze seeing a tall man holding a gun and stared.

Alex was running, he come a halt, he looked to Kellerman, and he glanced to the brother's and Olivia. He looked back to Kellerman holding his gun, he froze feeling the bullet cutting through him, and he fell to the ground not knowing what the hell just happened.

Paul put his gun down to his side as Alex hit the concrete ground, "President Reynolds ruined your life? She ruined my life. You wanna take that bitch down?" He looked over the three of them, "You just found your inside man." He became more serious. "But it's gotta be, right now!" He snapped feeling the pressure of a time crunch.
Lincoln kept staring from Alex on the ground, bleeding, to Michael, to Lincoln.
Paul all ready turning away to run up the stairs he'd come down.

Olivia kept looking to Michael, "Well, come on boys, pull your boots up," she quickly rushed after Paul Kellerman.

Michael blinked looking to Olivia, turning to Lincoln, "I think you're contagious..." he looked to his brother; Olivia was the smartest girl in their class, now she's using dumb phrases.

"Shut up and run!" Lincoln snapped, running up the stairs behind Olivia and Paul - who pushed a heavy door open, exposing them to the bright sunlight.
"I know the way out, come on!" He glanced back for just a minute, booking it toward the tree lines, where his Chevy Suburban was parked waiting, pulling the keys from his pockets.

Olivia laughed following Paul jumping into the back seat; she felt herself exhaling trying to catch her breath.

Michael getting in the very back, he kept inhaling and exhaling catching his breath hearing the sirens getting closer. "Where are we going to go?" he spoke quickly.

Getting into the middle section, Lincoln rubbed his forehead, his feet hurt now.
He watched as Paul started up the Suburban pulling out away from the tunnels, heading out down the highway, his Aviator sunglasses reflecting everything. "Relax, I know what I'm doing." He pointed out.

Alex felt his eyes open, he glanced around, he felt his shoulder was on fire, he kept trying to stand, but the pain was too much, he held onto a pillar, he pulled himself up, he kept trying to breathe, every breath sent more pain, but he needed to get them.

Appearing in the darkness of the tunnels, Nikole had been with the actual transport crew before following down the tunnels, hearing Scofield, Burrows and Hart had escaped.
She stopped, mid-step seeing blood on the ground, before looking up, seeing Alex a few feet away. "Alex-Alex..." Her voice shook, rushing across the cement toward him.

"I need to get them," He spoke trying to walk; he kept his hand on the gun shot, his eyes focused to where they left. "Nikole, we've got to," he tried to speak, but the blood loss was started to make him feel light headed falling forward trying to keep himself up right.

Nikole caught him before he could completely fall over. "You're hurt, you aren't getting anyone." She kept calm, but inside she was panicking. "Lemme see." She brought her fingers to move his hand away from the gunshot wound. "Oh damn it, we've gotta get you to a hospital now." She put her hand over his wound. "S'gonna hurt." She pushed her palm onto it, trying to stop the bleeding.

Alex winched, he felt the pressure, he wanted to cry, but he wasn't going to, he felt himself closing his eyes resting his forehead against hers, "Nikole," he kept trying to keep calm, "We, can't, let..." he tried off before feeling everything going black.

Feeling her breath caught in her throat, still pushing against his wound, she could feel his blood running down her fingers. "Hey!" She caught her officer's attention that was running by. "We need a Medavac transport to a hospital!" Her voice cracked, feeling tears starting in her eyes. The officer ran over, helping her after radioing in a Medavac.

"Get down on the floor, now." Paul's voice was rough, serious as a roadblock came up ahead.
Lincoln looked back to Olivia and Michael in the back seat, before slowly getting down onto the floor.

Olivia rolled her eyes ducking on the floor, she kept looking to Lincoln, he was beside her, her eyes kept looking to his, "Is this man for real?" she mouthed to him while keeping still as she could watching his face carefully.

Lincoln watching Olivia brushed a piece of her plum hair away from her eyes, as they remained silent.
"I love you." He mouthed to her, just in case this went sour. He felt the SUV shaking as Paul got out of the car.
"If you hold me for a moment longer." Paul's voice raised, his phone dialling. "I will have all of your jobs!" He put the cell phone to his ear.

Olivia bit her lip, her eyes focused onto his, "Love you," she moved carefully brushing a kiss against his, very lightly before smiling.

"Just let him go!" An older man shouted, he didn't want to lose this job; he wasn't to far from retiring, so he kept looking to the other men who agreed with him.

"Thank you." Paul smirked, feeling powerful, opening the SUV door again, he got into the drivers seat, closing the door behind him, he pushed it into drive, pressing down on the gas, moving in and around other cars being searched for the escapee's. "Were clear." He said getting passed the last squad car, the SUV's windows tinted so no one could see them from the outside.

Olivia sat on the chair again, her voice kept cool, "So, mister bad ass..." she leaned on the back of his chair, "What made you turn against your own masters?" she felt the need to know.

Michael sitting up in the back looked to the front of the car, "she makes a pressing point, why should we trust you..." he kept his voice smooth.

With one hand on the wheel, Paul glanced back for a minute, "Because you are the enemies of my enemies." His voice was clear.
Lincoln staring forward started to piece something together.
"Good enough answer?" Paul asked, as Lincoln looked up seriously.
He acted before thinking like usual, he lent forward, hitting back in the side of the chest, Paul loosing control as the SUV went off the main road.

Olivia screamed as the car was taken off the road, holding onto the seat, Michael holding onto the seat, it spun before it stopped.

Michael watched Lincoln, his mouth open in surprise; he wasn't even sure what the hell was going on.

Storming out of the SUV once it stopped, Lincoln rushed around to the driver side, where Paul attempted to get out, but Lincoln hit him against his healing burn, he was down on the ground.
"GET UP!" Lincoln yelled pulling him up and pushing him against the SUV.
Grabbing his gun, Lincoln cocked it, Paul put his hands up.
"Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out!" He yelled.

Olivia stepped back, seeing the gun, seeing Kellerman, and feeling the fact that this was a serious moment.

Michael kept behind Lincoln, he didn't really know what to do, he kept serious, "Linc..." he touched his arm carefully trying to make him see logically.

"I could give you, the ONE thing that could set you free." Paul kept looking at Lincoln, even if he was wearing sunglasses, his hands still up as he was lent backwards over the SUV's hood. "I know where Terrence Steadmen is." He let out.
"How?" Lincoln asked, looking dangerous and a little crazy the gun still pointed at Paul's face.
"Because - I arranged this whole thing." He took his glasses off.
"You arranged to set me up." Lincoln's voice shook. "You arranged the killing of everyone I know." The gun was shaking in Lincoln's hand.
"I was given orders that I followed." Paul kept calm.

"Lincoln," Michael kept speaking, he kept touching his brother's shoulder, and he focused on Paul. "Well, just proves how much we can trust you."

Olivia swallowed lightly, she took a few steps back, her hand touching the handle of the door getting back in trying to hide herself from the view, and she was getting sick of all the violence.

"If I wanted you dead." Paul pushed the gun Lincoln was holding to face away, reaching behind him, taking out another gun. "You'd be dead." He said dangerously.
"You guys wanna be free? Or keep running... This is the last time I'm offering, get in the car!" He snapped pulling his sunglasses back on, getting back into the drivers seat.

Michael quickly looked to Lincoln, he walked to the car getting back in, he glanced over Olivia's face, the look in her eyes, "Hey," he touched her arm.

"Don't Michael," Olivia pushed his hand away, "In all my life, I never dealt with guns, violence, murder..." her voice was light, her eyes looked into his. "But being here, now, it's not going to stop, it just," her hand went into her hair.

Getting back into the SUV, Lincoln tried to calm himself down, looking over Olivia. ",'Livia I'm sorry." His voice was low as Paul started driving again, rubbing his chest where it was stinging.

Olivia inhaled looking to Lincoln, "Sorry," she closed her eyes for a moment, "I'm just thought we'd be getting away," she watched his eyes, "I'm just having a female moment."

"Hey, hey..." Lincoln moved, putting his arm around her shoulders, his fingers brushing into her hair softly. "It's okay, it's a lot for anyone to handle."

"Linc," she placed her head on his shoulder, her eyes closing thinking about everything, "I just want to get it over with it." her eyes closed lightly listening the a phone starting to ring.

"Mister Kim!" Paul said flipping up his phone, putting it to his ear.
"What the hell is going on out there?" Bill Kim stood anxiously in his D.C. Office.
"Well, it was touch and go for a minute. But I got everything under control." He glanced in the mirror seeing the three of them being silent as he spoke.
"Mahone's been shot." Bill sounded pissed.
"Yes, I know, I was there - I saw Burrows pull the trigger. We lost a valuable asset." Paul exhaled.
"Mahone's alive!" Bill snapped the last part.
Paul looked up, feeling shocked, feeling nervous now. He stammered unsure what to say, "... That's good, I mean - It looked bad."
"Where are Burrows, Scofield and Hart?" He asked.
"They're dead. I'm heading out to bury them." Paul said calmly.
"Don't bury them." Bill said. "I need conformation."
"I'll get you a photo." Paul said.
"I said don't bury them!" Bill snapped.
"You know what would be nice, Bill? A thank you! - I'll report back when they're in the ground!" He snapped his phone shut.

Alex kept looking around, "Rotator cuff, three inches to the left and you would have been a goner..." the blonde agents spoke. "Yeah, he's awake..." he passed the phone to Alex.

"Alex," Bill Kim's voice kept calm, "You're lucky that Paul managed to do what you failed to do," he started, "Now I just need you to finish off Kellerman."

"What are you talking about?" Alex said while feeling the medication, drowsy.

Bill Kim kept calm, "Burrows, Scofield and Hart..."

"You don't get it, he was the son of a bitch who shot me," Alex laughed, "The man you planned on double crossing, double crossed you first." he snapped with a laugh.

"And Burrows, Hart and Scofield?" Bill Kim asked feeling worried.

"Are probably on the run with Kellerman," he stated while inhaling, "So you and Kellerman can think of ways of screwing each other over, but I'm out." he kept calmer now, "Have a nice day Kimmy..." he hung the phone up throwing it away from himself.

Walking into the hospital room after the cell phone was tossed, "It's official hospital gift shops, suck." She was wearing a light pink, cotton t-shirt which had 'New Mexico' Written in purple lettering across her chests and 'The land of Enchantment.' written across the back. She was talking to Blondie, before seeing Alex had woken up. "You're awake." She sounded relieved.

"Thank you," Alex gave her a look, "but from now on, you won't be seeing me," he kept serious, "I'm out, I am no longer your lap dog..."

Blonde agent kept looking to Alex, "Well, you know what we have..."

Alex laughed, "Tell the world about Scales! In fact I will. I killed a predator - a ma who raped and tortured women and I buried him in my backyard. I'll do the time. I don't care any more I'm out. That clear enough for you?" he started to get up from the bed.

"Alex, Alex, Alex." Nikole said seriously, putting her hand on his right shoulder, "You need to relax, you've been shot." Her blue eyes serious, her voice a combination of Doctorly and worried. She turned narrowing her eyes at Agent Blondie. "Blondie, get lost." She hissed at him.
The agent looked over Nikole. "I have a phone call to make anyways." His voice careful, her Fiancée was his boss.
He left the hospital room.
When Blondie left the hospital room, Nikole stepped away from Alex. "I didn't get my hands all bloody for you to get up and go bleed out somewhere else." She nodded, crossing her arms.

Alex kept looking to Nikole, for a moment he exhaled, "Look," he pointed out, "I am," he inhaled, "I'm not that guy, I don't want to kill anyone, I don't want to do any of this, and I just want to go home, and save what little relationship with my son..." he tried to get up, but sat back down feeling sick again.

"And you can do that, as soon as you get some rest, okay?" Nikole kept her voice calm, her eyes looking over him. "I'm sure, Cameron will be happy to see you, but you won't be much good if you pass out before you get there, okay?" Her voice was soft.

"What made you so nice to me?" Alex asked focused on her eyes, he felt his good hand touching her hand; he felt his eyes looking into her eyes. "I..." he paused seeing the door open.

"Nikki..." A male's voice was cool, his brown eyes focused on Nikole, finally her hand with Alex's on top of it.

Nikole froze for a minute; she knew that voice, she just didn't expect to hear that voice in the same room as her, her eyes staring at Alex's. ",'Cause Im'a Doctor, I know all the tricks in the book." She moved her hand away and stepped back from him, "Kevy." Nikole said seeing him, "What are you doing here?" She kind of smiled. Walking toward him.

"Out," Kevin looked to the hallway, he didn't like what he saw, but then again, he closed the door waiting for her.

Alex moved his hand, "I don't think he looks too happy..." he whispered carefully.

Nikole felt nervous, "No..." She trailed off, "Anyways, rest." She nodded. Walking across the room, opening the door, walking out into the hallway and closing the door to the room behind her.

Kevin was standing wearing a black suit, his hair was spiking up like it would always do, he kept his arms folded across his chest, "Right," he started his voice was calm. "I can honestly see, why you've been so busy with work..." he laughed.

"What's that suppose to mean, Kevin?" She asked looking over her Fiancée. Her tone just as calm, the hospitals hallway they stood in was deserted.

"Look Nikole, if I knew you was going to get," he paused, "So close to Mahone..." he kept looking to Nikole, his hands folding over. "But I've set an order, it will make it easier for Mahone to see the error of threatening to leave us," his voice was dark now.

Not liking the way his voice got, Nikole felt uneasy. "What kind of order, Kevin?" She glanced back at the hospital room Alex was in for a fraction of a second, before looking back to Kevin, her blue eyes staring over him.

Kevin kept looking at her, "Well Blondie," he kept serious, "He told me what Alex said, so we need a new Card." his voice kept still, like he was quoting his bank statement. "We've decided to send a message to Mahone, that you don't walk away from the Company..." he let a small smirk twitch the side of his lips.

Nikole felt her hands reach out and push Kevin back as hard as she could. Frustrated she wasn't getting answer, "I asked you what kind of order, Kevin!" Her voice was sharp and snappy now. "What, message?"

"Nikole," Kevin kept his tone cool, "This is what I do, I apply the pressure," he spoke with an ice to his voice that was harsh. "A man has been watching Mahone's old family," he kept speaking, "and we're going to make sure, Mahone understands we mean business." he unfolded his arms, "A little Mahone, is going to send what we need to be said."

Nikole's hand came up, covering her mouth as she felt the urge to be sick, closing her eyes for a minute. Inhaling a long breath, her mind working it over, before opening her eyes again, she looked pissed off. "A kid, Kevin A kid!" She snapped. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Nikole kept looking over the man she thought she knew.

"No Nikole, what is wrong with you," his voice kept as calm as he could. "This is what I do, what I've always done!" he found his eyes looking into hers, "I've always done this, I have to keep people from thinking they can do what they want, I am a hitman." he looked serious, "what else did you think I do?"

"I just, I..." Nikole couldn't process this. Her fingers were brushing into her hair, pulling at it for a minute. "I don't know, but not this! A hitman if one thing Kevin - but when you, intentionally plan on hurting a child! It's going to far!"

"But that is the thing Nikole," Kevin kept looking into her eyes, "We need a message to get to Mahone, he does what we want, and he does it, and his son won't have to be," he paused as he got a phone call, "Scarlatti," he said quickly. "Thank you..." he closed the phone, "It's done..." he finished. "So you want to get back to Mahone, seems you want him a lot more than me, or so Bill Kim has told me..." he looked down Nikole, "Southern whore..."

Nikole looked disgusted and even more pissed off, her eyes narrowing darkly, she brought her hand up, slapping Kevin as hard as she could across the face, "Y'all shut your mouth!" She snapped. "You're gonna believe what a tiny Asian man tells yeah?" Her voice was dark, "D'you know what?" She started pulling her Engagement ring off her finger, "Take your ring and shove it up your ass!" She tossed it at his face.

Kevin felt the ring bounce from his face, "Well, go back to him," Kevin snapped, "but I didn't need a small Asian man to tell me," he pointed to his face, "My eyes, and nose tell it all..." he sniffed at her, "you stank of sex when you got to this hospital with him..." his growled walking away from her.

Nikole wanted to yell something at him, but she held her tongue, taking in a sharp breath, trying to calm herself down as she felt angry, but then she felt upset, then angry again and finally she lent against the hallway, angry and upset. Covering her face, she didn't want to cry angry tears.