Olivia kept trying to stop herself feeling upset when she heard the gun go off, she was sitting on the ledge of the bathtub, her jumping with the sound of the gun she screamed and jumped slipping into the tub smacking her head. "Ow!" she moaned.
Michael kept looking to Terrence, he was dead, his blood on the wall, "He's a John Doe," he whispered while hearing the sound of Sirens coming closer.
Paul looked out the curtains, seeing the squad cars pulling up quickly with News crews.
"Damn it." Paul looked to Terrence's dead body.
"Livia." Lincoln said in the washroom, kneeling beside her, "You okay?" He pulled her up, looking over her.
"I just fell into the tub," she moved getting out of it, she got to the door opening it seeing Lincoln on the other side, the colour of his face still looked mad. "Who..." she walked carefully seeing only the floor, but the blood was on the wall. "Right, you shot him," she nodded walking to the window, "Great..."
Michael kept inhaling; he glanced out the window, "Come out with your hands up..." a voice over a megaphone shouted.
"I didn't shoot him! He shot himself!" Lincoln looked from Terrence on the floor to his brains on the painting, "I think the painting improved itself." He whispered. Looking from Olivia to Paul.
"Next time you call to turn yourself in, make sure the room has a back door, Michael!" Paul snapped at him.
Olivia stood beside Michael, "You thinking what I am thinking?" she asked him softly; Michael simply just nodded his head. Olivia turned to Paul, "got that badge, prove you're fed?" she kept thinking carefully on how to get out of this.
Reaching into his pocket, Paul pulled out his badge, nodding. "Obviously yes." He looked over Olivia, "What's your plan?" He asked quickly.
Seeing Lincoln hesitating by the door.
Olivia nodded, "Right, I'll stay in here," she kept focused, "Go out with Michael and Lincoln." she kept her voice even as she could, "And an ambush," she pointed out while nodded, "We'll need to take a hostage, but it will just, need to get as far from here as we can, and figure a way to get a message to Sara."
Taking a cameraman hostage with his camera, Lincoln looked back to the motel room. "Olivia lets go!" He snapped looking to Paul getting into the drivers seat, the cameraman looking nervous in the back seat.
Rushing into the car, she glanced to the cameraman, her hands in her lap while forgetting what she saw, she yawned before looking to Michael, finally to Paul, "so, guess we're going to need," she yawned again, "A new plan."
"I've got one." Paul said pulling out of the Motel's drive way heading full speed up the dirt road.
"Please, don't hurt me." The cameraman looked scared, nervous.
"We wont, if you cooperate." Lincoln glanced back at him.
"No one is going to hurt you," Olivia whispered lightly feeling nervous. "Right Michael?" she kept focused on him.
Michael looked back to Olivia, "Yeah, yeah," he waved looking back to Lincoln. "We need a message to Sara, that is the one point."
"It's always about Sara, isn't it Michael?" Paul looked over his shoulder to Michael, as they drove, listening to the radio lowly.
Lincoln ran his finger over his lower lip. Biting onto his thumbnail. "We should've just went too..." He trailed off.
"No!" Michael snapped to Lincoln, "the reason we want Sara, it's not just Sara, it's the fact she's got something, something that will free my brother." he pointed out while Paul drove.
"Or we can get to Mexico, get to panama, and be free!" she kept herself looking to the Cameraman.
"It would've been easier to just, go to Panama, Mike." Lincoln had a headache, seeing the sun starting to rise in the Eastern sky.
"Panama?" The cameraman exhaled, feeling nervous, playing with his fingers.
"Please forget you heard that?" Olivia whispered, her hand held up, "Michael, why are you so hell bent on this?" she kept her tone careful.
Michael glanced from Lincoln to Olivia, back to Paul, "Well, we've got a lot to do, little time..."
"That isn't answering the question at all." Lincoln avoided looking at his brother, before turning back to look out the windshield.
"Perfect." Paul noticed a run down warehouse up ahead.
Michael inhaled, "We need to get message for Sara to meet us," he kept looking to Lincoln, "We need to know what her father gave her, so we can free your name." he nodded more serious.
Pulling into the Warehouse, the cameraman was scared, "Get that, hang it up." Paul told the cameraman pointing to a cloth tarp thing. "Do what I tell you, I might not kill you." Paul's voice dark putting the fear in.
"Ever heard of, getting more bees with honey?" Olivia said while watching the Cameraman, she inhaled looking to Michael, "so, let me guess, a video, to send to the world."
Michael exhaled, "Well, yeah." he kept serious.
"Genius plan. What are we saying?" Lincoln looked over Michael, "Besides telling the world my story." He watched the cameraman putting up the cloth tarp.
"Well," Olivia kept looking to Michael, "What if," she paused, "No."
Michael kept seriously watching Olivia, "Come in, tell me?" he placed his hands into his pocket while knowing she had something on her mind.
"How about, making them work," she kept thinking, "We want them to go one way, while we have other things in mind." her tone light, her eyes to Paul, "you know what I mean?"
"She's good." Paul pointed at Olivia and Lincoln nodding slipping his arm around Olivia, kissing the side of her face. "I know." He grinned.
"So what you suggest?" Michael kept looking over Lincoln and Olivia while knowing this was going to be a thing to do.
For a moment Olivia inhaled, "Well, what ever you say, your body needs to say something else." her eyes to Paul, "From what I can tell, when this kind of video gets out, they micro analyse every detail of the video."
"Look up and to the left, make them think you're lying, tapping your knee, stammering." Paul nodded with a smile. "Oh the Secret Service would've loved you."
"I have an Idea," Michael kept smiling, "this is a very good idea." he glanced over to Olivia. "Anything you want to add?"
Olivia bit her lip, "well, I was listening to the radio, we could give the Cameraman the impression, we're going after Caroline." her tone light, looking from Paul and Michael. "I'll need to teach Linc to make a truth sound like a lie."
"We do this right, we'll keep them scrambling, I know how these tapes are broken down, I've done it. But we've only got one chance." He looked to Lincoln.
"This is the one chance to tell everyone I'm innocent." Lincoln exhaled.
"Lincoln," her tone as calm as she could make it, "We've got to keep the feds busy," her eyes looking to Michael, "I'll do the best I can, you two, start making fake plans out loud..." she kept looking to Michael now.
Michael nodded, "Come on Paul," he started to head towards the cameraman with Paul, "We've got a lot of road to cover," he spoke out loud.
"I know we have to keep the Feds busy, but..." Lincoln stopped shaking his head, "This has been going on for almost three months..." He took her hand, trying to keep himself sane. "I was hoping this would be over, by now."
Olivia inhaled, "Yeah, over with," she kept watching him, "so, you have to know, when you're telling your story, you need to your time, don't rush," her voice calm, "Look up and left," she brushed her hands into her pocket, "Keep guarded, dry swallow," her eyes looking behind him trying to forget the motel room.
"Guard, like arms crossed, lead forward kind of deal?" Lincoln brushed his fingers into her hair, putting a few pieces behind her ear. "You okay?" He whispered soft.
Olivia took a step back, "Yes, just make sure your body says the opposite of your words." she kept her tone even, "And I am fine," she folded her arms, "Why would I be upset about?"
"Uh." Lincoln stared; he didn't want to bring Veronica up. "No reason, I guess." He looked at Michael who was talking to Paul.
"Yeah, no reason at all," she kept looking around the warehouse, "you better go start making that video," she started to walk away; she couldn't believe that she was being like this.
"Yeah, right." Lincoln turned away, walking toward Michael and Paul. "We ready?" He asked looking between them.
"We're ready if you are." Paul nodded.
While driving back from the airport to the office, Alex kept looking over to Nikole. "You know, I am getting a feeling," he kept focused on the road, "you're starting to keep pushing the limit on where we fuck..."
Nikole kind of grinned, twisting a piece of her hair around her finger, before looking at him. "What, you didn't enjoy becoming a member of the 'Mile High Club." She used the air quotes.
"Well, I've," he kept laughing while thinking about it, "Well, I've no need to go into details," he thought about how Pam wouldn't even do it on the couch let alone an aeroplane.
Nikole giggled, before clearing her throat. "Personally I blame you Alexander," she nodded seriously at him, "you." She poked the side of his cheek. "Know how to excite a person."
Alex kept laughing, "Yes, blame me," he then looked carefully over to her while still driving. "Who was the one taking my hand, leading me to the toilets?" he asked with a serious tone.
Red came across her cheeks, feeling them getting warm, she touched them with the back of her hands. "Well... Maybe that was me, but who was the one pressing up against me in the security check line?" She pointed out. Turning to look at him.
Alex focused on the road again, "Well, we both have equal blame then," he spoke softly while driving into the underground parking garage of the F.B.I office of Chicago. "But we got to keep up appearances."
"Appearances, right, let me get my angry face on." She looked at herself in the mirror, before opening the car door. "You know, this shouldn't be to hard, I haven't had any pills in several hours." She laughed, nervously.
Alex kept looking over Nikole, "Well, getting your medication before you start thinking strangers are going to nick your toes." he pointed out walking to the office, he felt weird getting into it, seeing everyone around a TV, "What is going on?"
"Scofield and Burrows - they've sent a message to the nation." Mark looked over Alex, watching him intently now, Internal Affairs wanted to know every move on Alex and Mark was the man giving them all the information. "It came out an hour ago. We've been re-watching it." He finally saw Nikole.
Alex felt frozen listening to the video, he kept listening about them talking about it. He kept focused on the sound of Scofield's voice, feeling Lang beside him, well more the smell, you couldn't really miss it. Michael on the scream talking about Alex, he glanced to Lang's face, "He must be smoking crack or something!" he snapped heading for his office.
"The video is Twenty-Six minutes." Mark glanced to Alex.
"Vain moment, but... Do they mention me?" Nikole looked to one of the Agents writing a transcript for the video.
The Agent shook his head, "No, just the Burrows 'framing', Accusations about Agent Mahone and Sara Tancredi." He went back to typing.
Nikole looked kind of mad, "Yes, crack, Scofield shares a tender moment with me but he remembers the Junkie!" She snapped.
While still in the back of the car, driving was a big part of being on the run. Michael kept looking over to Olivia staring out the window to the rain; it was lightly hitting the window. "You alright?" he asked her quietly.
Olivia blinked before turning back to face Michael, "Sure, I am fine," she now looked back to the glass yawning feeling a wash of tiredness go through her making her cover her mouth lightly.
The radio was playing, talking about the video, Lincoln and Michael had set out, how it was raising questions.
"Wonderful." Lincoln turned the radio down.
"Well it's going to keep the Feds off our backs for a while." Paul pointed out driving.
"No Feds, Get to get Michael back to his piece," Olivia now looking to the men in the car, "Unless Michael's gonna blurt out how much he misses Nikole." she kept a calm tone; she brushed into her hair trying to ignore everything.
Lincoln turned, looking over his brother, "You miss Nikole?" He asked with his eyebrows knitting together, "I'd prefer her over Sara, man... Not gonna lie to too." He nodded.
Michael brushed his hands over his face, "One, I do miss Sara, two, Nikole is more into Mahone, and Three Linc," he waved his hand, "You just don't get woman..." he finished off with a I can't be asked anymore face.
"Nikole's blonde right? I heard blondes are fun in the sack." Paul pointed out. "As to what? Gingers not being fun?" Lincoln looked over Paul who nodded.
"Exactly, apparently they just kinda... Lay there."
"Charming," Olivia kept looking to the rain; "could you two be any more perverted?" she glanced from Paul to Lincoln. "But then I wouldn't expect more from men..." she folded her arms focused on the rain. "Are we even there yet?"
"Driving in the middle of no where, leave it to the woman to ask are we there yet." Paul rolled his eyes.
"A giant douche bag with a God Complex, with a need to act like a Giant cock!" Olivia snapped, "Sorry, thought we were stating the obvious." she sunk into the seat more. "I was just asking a question."
Michael glanced over to Paul, "We're about ten minutes away, and then we'll be heading somewhere safe," he added while trying to keep the atmosphere in the car calm.
"Alex." Mark knocked on his office door, holding a brown file folder, he didn't address him by Agent Mahone anymore, Mark thought he was good on I.A.'s case, he would soon be running the Chicago department.
Alex glanced up to Wheeler, "What is that?" he asked while trying to work out the video, telling someone to run a transcript of the video, he kept trying to think of a way to work this out. "How can I help you Mark?"
"Ex-Correctional Officer, Bradley Bellick was arrested for the murder of Roy Geary, he's in Fox River." He kept looking over Alex, wondering where Nikole was, usually she was breathing down his neck. "There's a possibility he might know something about Scofield and Tancredi's relationship, as well as information on her were-abouts." He pointed out.
Alex got to his feet taking the file, "well I will be heading to Fox River," he kept looking over Wheeler's eyes, for a second not quiet sure how to take it, his hand holding the file carefully, but not pulling it from the other man's grip.
"Where's your babysitter, Alex?" Mark was mentally noting everything down for I.A. "I searched the F.B.I.'s database it's funny really, when no Nikole Wilson exists." He narrowed his eyes.
"She's dealing with some personal issues that are not to concern you," Alex pulled the file away, "but if you have anything to add, I'll be sure you'd put it in my suggestion box..." he pointed towards the bin.
Mark glared again, "Person issues, you two seem to have gotten very friendly with each other, and at least, that's what been mentioning, now if you'll excuse me." Mark pulled out his cell phone, leaving Alex's office quickly.
"Well despite of what you may or may not have heard." he kept looking to Wheeler, "Just make sure that you do your job, I have to do mine." he kept looking to the door, and the fact that Wheeler was in the way.
Mark stepped away. "Of course." He nodded, watching Alex before seeing Nikole around the corner, pacing, before looking around and walking into a conference room.
Alex looked to Nikole walking beside her taking her arm, "Well, it's time me and you went back to Fox River." he spoke under his breathe, he knew that they needed to have an idea what Michael Scofield was telling Sara Tancredi.
"Fox River." She laughed nervously, looking up at Alex, "Getting that feeling like, its gonna be awkward walking into a place you spent a lot of time in, then disappearing for a while and coming back."
Walking through the hallway of Fox River, something about the air was different, like you couldn't see that anything had changed, but a feeling in the air around them as they got to the integration room of the prison.
"Bradley Bellick..." Alex said walking in with Nikole shortly behind him getting funny looks from most of the not used to her dressed the way she was, and not sporting her very expensive ring.
Brad looked over Alexander Mahone, before seeing Nikole he didn't look surprised, but at the same time he did.
"Can I help you?" Brad's face was busted up, from getting a beat down from the Treat-man.
"What happened to your face?" Nikole was a little shocked. Looking over her, how her shirt V-Necked, he sat up in the chair, trying to get a peak down her shirt. "Accident." He looked over her.
"Tancredi," He pointed out with a tone that showed he wasn't to be messed with. "You was the one who recommended her the Doctor's Job was you not?"
"Yeah, I was trying to be nice I guess." Brad shrugged.
"Trying to score brownie points? Maybe get some?" Nikole suggested and Brad looked at her.
"No, nothing like that." His tone smooth, trying to be a big man when really he was shitting himself, scared to return to General Population.
"So, were you two you know, good friends? Knew her well?" Nikole asked.
"Well Sweet Pea, you worked here - Or is in a blonde trait not to remember things past five minutes?" Brad glared and Nikole laughed.
Alex kept looking from each of them, "Well, right now, this has no point to me," he pushed the transcript to Bellick, "Would any of this make sense to you?" he asked trying to get passed the insults.
Looking over the typed up paper, Brad looked between them. "It would make a lot more sense if, you got my ass moved to AdSeg." He was trying to make a bargain with Alex and Nikole crossed her arms.
Alex kept looking to Nikole, "Well that is over my head..." he kept serious expression, "But you on the other hand Nikole..." he pointed out trying to keep everything moving forward.
"I've got connections in the D.O.C., funny I might not remember in five minutes - unless you start talking." She pointed out.
Brad looked at the paper, reading over the high-lighted stuff, "Well... Some of these words are chapters from the big book." He glanced up.
"The big book." Nikole stated.
"Alcoholics Anonymous, Sara's in recovery."
Alex kept looking around, "and one have the book?" he snapped his fingers, he felt agitated with everything. "I need it now!" he kept snapping feeling frustrated even more.
"I have one, in my office, - The office there was on." She kept reminding herself she didn't work here.
"I want AdSeg, Nikole!" Brad looked at her standing up.
"Of course." Nikole said smoothly. "I'll get that book, coming?" She looked at Alex heading to the door.
Olivia kept looking to Michael and Lincoln standing outside of the hospital, she kept still while feeling awkward shifting from one foot to another, "Michael, are you sure she'll get the message...?"
"Yeah," Michael said while looking to a puddle, his reflection shining in it.
"Maybe we should start thinking of a plan? If she doesn't show... Or even if she does." Lincoln kept looking from the Hospital to Paul standing by the SUV.
"Or she'll phone the Feds on the location," Olivia started, "On a reduce sentence for aiding and abetting..." she folded her arms looking around the darkness.
Michael exhaled, "Olivia, you don't know Sara, she wouldn't do that..." he spoke softly trying to be hopeful.
"Well Michael, in all honesty you don't know her either," she pointed, "and two, she isn't really worth trusting being a junkie." she looked away, "so sorry for seeing the glass empty."
"She might have a point Michael, I mean..." Lincoln paused, sucking his lower lip for a second. "Not to be rude..." He couldn't believe he just said that, "This is the woman who up and left you in Gila."
"What is it, gang up on Michael, because you two are avoiding the fact that," he inhaled, "One, Olivia is pissed off about your feelings for Vee, and Linc, you're too dumb to see she's upset about that..." he folded his arms, "so leave Sara, I know I can trust her!" he then walked away from them a few feet.
"Douche bag!" Olivia glared to where Michael walked off to, and kept her hands in her pockets.
"I'm not dumb, I just didn't want to bring it up!" Lincoln snapped as Michael walked away.
Before that awkward silence set in. He glanced up at Olivia before biting his lower lip in full. "I mean... I, listened to her, die..." He exhaled.
Olivia glanced to Michael walking off, "Michael Crane," she heard over the intercom in the Hospital, her eyes going to Lincoln now.
"Well it's just," she exhaled, "The last person I thought I loved, he wasn't the easiest to trust," she quickly held her hands up, "It's not that I don't trust you, I just, don't trust how I am letting everything get to me..." she just shrugged. "I am scared I'm just the consolation prize..."
"Olivia, trust me, you aren't." Lincoln's hand found hers, looking her in the eyes. "You aren't, you are that top prize, everybody dreams of winning." He cleared his throat, "And I love you and I just... I guess I kind of lost it back in the Motel room."
"Lost it," she kept looking into his eyes, for a second trying to keep herself calm. Olivia didn't like possessive crazy bitchy type of girls, but she was being crazy over someone who wasn't even alive anymore. "I guess I just need to stop being emotional over nothing." she kept feeling her stomach twisting.
"I think you have the right to be emotional, Olivia." Lincoln pointed out. "But, I just need you to know that I love you, more then I've ever loved a human being." Lincoln touched her cheek.
"Okay," she whispered feeling herself wrapping her arms around him resting into his body, trying to calm herself down, but then it was something she was just going to have to let go, and put down to the heat of the moment.
Lincoln wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head, feeling her close to him, "I love you, so much." His voice was light.
Michael walked out of the hospital seeing Olivia and Lincoln hugging, he crossed his arms over his chest, "Sara can't make it," he pointed out, "so she's going to meet us at the train station tomorrow afternoon." he pointed out, kept staring to his brother.
"We should, head out then, should we not?" He looked from Michael to Paul who was sitting behind the driver seat talking on his cell phone.
