Olivia glanced to the bar tender, "you know what I hate about men?" she asked while looking to the glass of straight vodka in front of her, "Penis," she was clearly drunk, her hand pointing to the bar man, who's understand of English was very little. "They have Penis, they fuck everything, and call it love, it's not love." she tutted waving her finger, "no, it's a chemical reaction in the brain sending out endorphins to make you think you're in love, but you're not, you're getting penis happy." she nodded, "Can I just have the bottle," she slid a note across the bar, the man just placed the vodka bottle walking away from her. "Penis..." she muttered glancing to the bar, her face reflecting in the surface, "I blame you," she talked to herself, "you're naive and lack common sense, you have a big brain, but when it comes to what you let crawl into your panties, you're an idiot!" she took the bottle off the vodka knocking it back.

"Crawl into your panties?" Lincoln was standing behind her in the hotels bar, his arms crossed, his clothes changed. "What, am I? A cockroach or something?" His voice was dry, seeing the bottle of Vodka getting set on the table.

Olivia started to laugh, then leaning forward laughing more, holding her stomach in a giggling fit, "you said cock..." she pointed to his face then with her other hand, she picked the bottle up. "You said cock..." she repeated herself laughing, stopped to take some of the drink. "You, don't have to be here," she waved the bottle, the content sloshing around inside, "no, no, no," her eyes not focusing, she wasn't a drinker, and she didn't care about the unborn fetus inside her either. "You, are a penis," her tone a drunken attempted at serious, "you're a penis that fucked my life up, oh, and your brother's penis too, and Ryan Hart may he rot in hell," she laughed, "I put him there," she nodded, "Just easy, to pick a knife and stab someone, but you know that don't you!" she poked his chest with her finger.

Lincoln was standing still, feeling her finger poking into his chest, his eyes scanning over her.
He hadn't seen her drunk, just loopy on pills and her being drunk was far more scary.
"Olivia..." He trailed off for a minute, watching her eyes focus and unfocused as she drank the Vodka from the bottle. "You aren't making much sense, you're drunk..." He pointed out. "And I want to be here, I'm your Significant other... At least, I think I am?" He itched the back of his head, saying Boy friend at thirty-six years old was just awkward.

Olivia took her hand back, "Then answer me this one thing?" she held her hand up, making it now like a gun, "Truth Gun!" she pointed it, "If Veronica wasn't dead, would you even be right here?" she kept looking over him, "I can be pretty sure, I won't be where I am right now..." she took a longer sip from the bottle.

Lincoln stared, blinking hard a few times, he couldn't believe this, "What? - Of course I'd be right here! Why wouldn't I be, right here? Olivia, I love you..." He rested his hand on the bar, watching her closely.

Olivia laughed, "Fool me once," she kept looking over him, "Shame on you," she got up from the bar stood nearly falling over. "Fool me twice," she waved a finger, "Shame on..." she fell on her floor quickly still holding onto the bottle, trying to drink more of it.

"Olivia!" Lincoln said swiftly, kneeling down, "What has gotten into you, what did I do?" Lincoln really didn't understand, he tried to help her off the floor, glad the bar wasn't full of people, because this - this would make a scene.

"Get off me!" Olivia on her feet shoving him, but him being bigger than he it wasn't so much a shoving him away, but more pushing her weight into his and him not moving. "You are just stupid dumb ass hat!" she started to leave the bar feeling her feet moving quicker than she wanted to move.

Lincoln was following behind her; it wasn't hard to keep up with her, "Olivia! What did I DO wrong?" He flapped his arms, watching her back and the back of her head, heading up some stairs.

"Oh go cry and whine over your precious Veronica!" She snapped trying to make her way to the room she rented, she didn't look back at him, her eyes kept focused on each step she took, her eyes focused on making sure she didn't fall taking another sip of her vodka feeling sick with everything.

"My precious Veronica?" Lincoln stared, blinking. "What-Is that what this is about?" He caught up to her, one step behind her, on the stairs. "Olivia!" His voice got rough. "She was my friend, I listened to her die on the phone!"

Getting to the right hallway, Olivia still not looking behind her, she glanced to the door finding the key card, she pushed it into the slot feeling the door swing open, she slammed the door, but it bounced open, she fell onto the bed finishing off the bottle closing her eyes feeling sick.

Lincoln came into her room, closing the door behind him, locking it. Looking mad. "Olivia!" He trailed across her room, seeing her lying on the bed. "You can't be pissed at me for that!"

Rolling over, her eyes blurry, she couldn't make out much while trying to get up, "I can be mad, because," she pointed the empty bottle at him, "It wasn't the fact you keep saying you love me," she inhaled, "but it was the fact I saw your face Lincoln, the fact that showed you miss her, you miss her because you love her!" she hissed darkly trying to ignore the pain in her chest. "I knew her," she nodded, "And you, but then you wouldn't remember me!"

"I loved her, loved her as a friend. Miss her as a friend, Olivia." He pointed his finger at her. "She was my friend! She helped me a lot! It would be the same if, if ... Michael was in her position and it was you on the other end of the phone!" He snapped, darkly. "And as for not remembering you! You don't know what I do and don't remember!" He looked pissed.

Olivia laughed, "No," she shook her head, "See, I love Michael, but I never had sex with him, never used to be in a relationship with him." she got up from the bed, "I am sick of you, trying to cover your tracks," she kept looking to his eyes. "Just stop lying to me, and get the fuck out of my face!" she pointed to the door, "Leave me alone!"

"I'm not fucking lying to you, Olivia!" Lincoln stood his ground, even if it was her hotel room. "I'm not covering my tracks either!" He snapped.

"I said get out!" she shouted slapping his face hard, "Get out, leave me alone!" she kept her face mean, "I don't want you anywhere near me, I hate you!" she hissed darkly trying to get him to leave her alone.

Lincoln grabbed her wrists, holding her back from slapping him again. His face stinging again, "No, I won't leave you alone." He snapped at her. Still pushing her wrists, he pushed her back a little bit.

"What part of I fucking Hate you!" she snapped, Olivia was sick of Lincoln, sick of his face, everything about him. "Leave me alone, get out of my life!" she kept trying to push him out of the room.

"No!" Lincoln let her go. His eyes narrowed in anger. Hissing at her. "I will not get out of your life, you're being childish!" He finally snapped at her. Pushing an empty wine bottle off the counter listening to it smash over the floor.

"Fine!" Olivia snapped, "If you won't leave," she started to walk towards the door, "I'll leave!" she kept feeling sick, she hated everything about him now, she hated that he didn't get it, she wanted him away from her.

"No! You won't leave!" Lincoln yelled, his face getting red following behind her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the locked door.

The sun was at high noon, gleaming into the hotel room's panorama window. Tension was high set between Lincoln and Olivia.

They'd been fighting. Maybe it was the thirty-five degree heat that was getting to them and the AC being broken. Or just finally they'd both had enough. With a loud smash an empty wine bottle shattered into a million tiny pieces against the floor.

"Yeah! Well fine! Go fuck yourself!" Olivia snapped, turning away from Lincoln, her black sundress with purple flowers spun around her sleek sweaty skin, she grabbed her disposable cell phone.

Heading to the door, she barely got the lock turned, when she felt a strong hand wrap around her, pulling her back with force. "You are not leaving!" He yelled at her, it made her eyes narrow. "Get your fucking hands off me!" She brought her free hand to connect with his cheek. Lincoln felt his skin sting; a blazing darkness over took his eyes. With each second that passed between the pair of them, the high powered anger got heavier.

"Don't you fucking touch me, again!" He warned her, losing his temper, he brought his hand back into a position to hit her.

But Olivia wouldn't let that happen, she felt her hands move, against his strong chest, pushing him backwards.

It only made Lincoln move back one step.

Olivia gripped her hands into fists, but she spit at him. Watching her Saliva spatter into the air, before landing on his face, turning to leave again, she pulled the door open. Before a scream escaped her lips.

Lincoln pushed her hard against the door; it closed with a loud slam.

"Get away from me!" Olivia screamed, struggling against his weight. But Lincoln didn't move, his hand found her waist, sliding down against her ass; he squeezed it hard, making Olivia struggle harder. "I said fuck off! Asshole!" She brought her hand behind her, her nails scrapping against Lincoln's cheek. Three of her nails had dug deep enough into his skin, to cause three red marks, a small amount of blood in each of them.

Lincoln stepped back, touching his cheek, which was burning. Olivia had turned around so her back was against the heavy door, her chest rising and falling anxious. The look in Lincoln's eyes was dangerous – more dangerous than before.

Attempting to leave, Olivia made a run for it, toward the fire escape in the bedroom. Her six inch black heels were quick across the hard wood flooring. "I don't fucking think so!" Lincoln caught up to her, making her scream again as his strong arm, went around her waist, pulling her back. "Lincoln!" Olivia yelled darkly. "Let me go!" She continued.

"Shut up!" Lincoln covered her mouth with his hand. The blood was boiling in his veins.

Sick and tired of listening to Olivia go on and on about always being second best to Veronica.

Olivia looked around, eyes wide. Her hands grabbed his that was covering her mouth; she bit down against it, hard enough to make him scream. A part of Olivia was getting a thrill from this and she didn't know why. Trying to push Lincoln over the edge to finally admit his actual feelings? Maybe.

"Bitch!" He pushed her, up against the wall.

The two of them, staring into each others blazing eyes, green against brown. Neither of them was blinking. No space between them, their chests raising and falling quickly.

Olivia looked stone faced, finally blinking in a moment of realization. "You're fucking hard!" She snapped. "I can't believe you're fucking ha-" She was cut of mid word, Lincoln's lips came crashing down against hers as she protested, trying to turn her head away.

Her hands were against his face, but pushing him away.

Olivia didn't want to admit she wanted it, right now she was trying to be tough, trying to stay mad, but the heat and the anger in the air was making her wet.

Narrowing her eyes, she watched him, as he slid his hands down against her body. "I want you." Lincoln's voice was low and it sent a thrill across Olivia's skin.

She brought her arms to wrap around his neck, pulling her lips against his. Pushing them roughly against his.

Lincoln caught her bottom lip between his teeth, making her frozen, she exhaled sharply as he bit down, enough to send a short stinging wave over her.

Letting her go. She stepped back, against the wall, an inch of space between their bodies.

"You're an asshole." Olivia said in a polite but very matter-of-fact tone.

"You – love it." Lincoln didn't break a gaze with her.

The two of them, pulled their bodies together, Olivia was ripping his button up purple shirt off, hard enough a button or two hit the floor. Pushing it off she couldn't get rid of it fast enough. Her nails were dragging against his muscled shoulders, Lincoln gasping sharply. His hand was on her thigh, under the dress. Moving up and up and up, against her panties that were soaking from the thrill.

They'd never had this kind of sexual encounter before. "You're soaking wet... " Lincoln whispered into her ear, his voice so chilling it gave Olivia goose bumps. Her knees were almost buckling feeling Lincoln's finger brushing against the cotton fabric that covered her swollen clit.

Olivia was pushed him back, leaving him standing there and she turned on the floor. Smirking, she slid her dress down, exposing her body to him, she wasn't wearing a bra, the sundress was that style. Her back was to him, her curly plumb hair around her upper body. She got onto their bed, crawling across it; she laid back, her hands wondering against her body. Making herself gasp and coo.

Lincoln's cock throbbing harder in his jeans, he rushed to the bed, getting on it; he climbed onto her, each of his legs on either side. Her brown eyes were watching him, his mouth moving to her neck, tongue licking a spot just under her ear. She tensed and moaned when his teeth sunk into her skin, his fingers moved swiftly against her breasts, her thumbs and Index fingers pinching her nipple. She wiggled under him, eyes closing. His free hand pulled at her hand, making her head spin, gasping.

Her fingers moved down his hard chest, to his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard cock, throbbing for her. He groaned when she wrapped her hand around it, pinching her nipple harder, Olivia held his cock tighter in her hand, her thumb running over the head of it.

With a shaking pair of hands, Lincoln let her nipples go, they were red and hard now. His warm breath against them made Olivia shudder. Her hand leaving his cock as he slide down, leaving kisses down her stomach, getting to her panties, he slide them off, exposing herself fully to him.

Smirking, Lincoln moved, blowing against her swollen clit. Sliding a finger into her. Olivia gasp. Her fingers were tight around the beds fabric, she screamed in pleasure, Lincoln sucking on her, his tongue sliding against her in all the right ways. Adding another finger. Moving them in and out each time he'd suck or lick.

She started moving her body down, against his tongue, his mouth. Licking her wildly. She felt her body starting to send waves of pleasure.

She squealed, as Lincoln nibbled on her. Her eyes were closing, her head going back into the bed. But it all stopped.

Lincoln had stopped, leaving her high and not so dry.

She groaned in anger. Opening her eyes to see him.

He slid against her, his cock brushing against her teased and swollen clit that was aching for pleasure, for release. But Lincoln remained still, looking down on her, a look in his eyes. "Prick!" She snapped and he smiled, exactly what he wanted to hear.

Bringing her fingers to move in circles around her clit, she brought her legs up, giving him more access to herself.

Their eyes locked. Her hands were rubbing her own nipples.

She started gasping, feeling herself almost at the point of cuming again, the pleasure heavier this time.

She started shaking, his name escaping her lips in uneven breaths.

He slide up, his fingers still rubbing against her clit, feeling her about to cum, he slide against her, before pushing down. Roughly he entered her all at once, Olivia's eyes going buggie for a minute.

Feeling all of Lincoln inside of her, that quickly, she choked on air. Her body was tightly contracting around his cock.

Pleasure spread across her body, her legs wrapped around his waist, as he was moving hard in and out of her, as she came down from her orgasm. Lincoln's cock was still rubbing against her clit every time he came back down deep into her, their chests breathing uneven.

Olivia pulling him down, her tongue diving into his mouth, fighting against his tongue, his fingers in her hair, pulling it making her groan as they kissed roughly.

Lincoln kept pushing harder and harder into her, Olivia managed to roll them over, Lincoln still inside of her, looked surprised.

Olivia started moving her body up and down against his cock.

Her hands were on her chest, His holding her hips.

Looking up at her body, the way her breasts bounced every time she came back down onto him. His eyes trying to stay open, before they closed. Feeling a tingle.

He pulled her down against him, holding her still, his back arching up into her as he came.

Olivia feeling it closed her eyes, her own body sending another orgasm her way. She started breathing quickly. She collapsed onto his chest. Lincoln was still inside of her.

Her eyes now glanced up to his face, "Fuck you!"

Lincoln felt her getting off him, "Oh you loved it," he muttered feeling weird about the whole encounter.

Olivia lightly moved on the bed, she headed to the shower. "I still hate you, but you need to go, and do what Michael did for you, get him out of Sona." she closed the bathroom door behind her with a slam.

Rafael looked around the wooden mini hut he was standing in, his usual uniform fresh and clean, holding his gun against his chest as he paced, watching the empty visitation box. Sweat beaded at the top of his forehead under his black hat, the morning sun wasn't as hot, but still hot enough to be uncomfortable. None the less still sweating under the uniform.
He turned his head, hearing someone walking into the hut.
Watching them, they were pasty looking. "Can I help you?" His English very well, but his accent masked it.
He could tell she wasn't from Panama, maybe she knew Spanish, but he didn't want to risk getting a black stare from her.
Nikole looked up, her head was aching, she could barely think in English let alone Spanish so she was glad he was speaking English. "I need to see someone." Her voice was low, cracked and broken.
Rafael stared. "Right." He put his gun down, opening a visitation log. "Who are you looking to see?" He watched her, she looked like crap-Still a beautiful woman, but like crap. Her long sleeved Navy shirt was wrinkly and her dress pants were too.
Blonde hair pulled into a frizzy ponytail. Her eyes with dark purple bags under them but lack of sleep and crying, still blood-shot. Her right hand bandaged.
Staring, Nikole blinked, "Alexander Mahone." She swallowed roughly. Speaking his name out in the open was more painful then thinking it inside her head.
Rafael nodded, "Right," he liked using the word; 'right'. "Sign here." He pointed to the logbook, "Saying that once inside visitation, you are no longer under the protection of the Panamanian Government. If you are caught aiding an escape, you will be taken out with lethal force." Rafael held out a black felt tipped pen to her.
Taking it in her Left hand. Nikole stared at the paper.
For a minute she didn't know if this was a good idea, before sighing; 'Nikole Wilson' and putting the pen down.
"Enjoy your visit." Rafael nodded. Seeing her looking bleak and blank. Walking out of the hut toward the T-Shaped cage that visitation would take place in.
Over a loud PA system, she could hear; 'Mahone - you have a visitor, Mahone - you have a visitor.' It made her nervous, standing against the wooden pole making a half a foot separation to the fence.

Alex was curled in a ball in an archway, he heard his name, moving slowly at first feeling his limbs popping from sleeping rough, he'd not done that in a long time, getting to his feet holding the wall for support, he felt his headache, not knowing if it was dehydration or the start of withdrawal symptoms starting. 'Mahone - you have a visitor, Mahone - you have a visitor.' snapped him into reality of where he was.
Moving through the gate he walked into a caged off area with fencing, he glanced over the woman standing on her own, he felt his heart breaking again, why did he ignore her, was she a masochist or Sadist, either way it was hurting both of them her being here. He kept walking slow before getting to the fence, "I told you to forget me Nikole..." his voice rough, his hands going to his pockets so she didn't have to see them starting to twitch.

She closed her eyes for a minute, shaking her head slowly, her hands resting on the wooden bar, gripping at it tightly, feeling her right knuckles protesting it.
Re-opening her eyes, staring at him, "I can't..." Her eyes glazing over, "I just, can't." Her voice was barely a whisper. Trying to keep herself together.
She didn't want to look weak, but she was, she felt weak. Seeing him on the other side of the fence separating them, was killing her. "I..." She trailed off, looking away for a second, telling herself not to bawl.

Alex shook his head, his face watching hers, "Nikole, please." he kept on his side, his heart wanting him to jump the fence, go to her side and hold her, but a man with a gun would kill him quick, he didn't want that to happen in front of her. "If you had any sense in you, you'd go home, go to America and just get your own life back." he kept looking around, "I am going to be in here for a very long time..."

Staring between the links in the face, to his face. How badly she wanted to brush her fingers against his cheek, into his hair. "No." She said simply, "because, my own life is here." Her eyes found his; tears started falling slowly from her eyes. "My life, is you... And I'll come visit you, everyday until I can get you out." Her mind was scattering.

Alex felt his heart swelling, his eyes watching her closely, "Nikole, I don't want you wasting life on me," he finally moved his hands from his pocket, with them twitching he brushed the sweat from his forehead, "Sometimes," he inhaled, "sometimes I wish Tancredi left that damn door locked, you would have been having a normal life right now..." he laughed, "you'd be a married woman."

Letting out a breathless laugh, Nikole slowly shook her head back and forth, sniffing, brushing the tears away from her eyes. "Tancredi." She looked around the cloudless blue sky. "Tancredi didn't leave the door open..." Her eyes fell back to Alex's. "I did." Her words were low, solemn.

Alex felt frozen for a few second, "But she was found , in her apartment." he felt lost, "She was killing herself out of guilt." he kept trying to work it out. "Nurse Katie told Henry Pope that Sara had a thing for Scofield." he glared as the name escaped his lips, he hated that man, he hated him so much.

"Maybe she did." Nikole said factually, "But she left the door locked, I came back and opened it..." She sighed, feeling that leaving her shoulders. "But now," she started crying again. Her fingers curling on the fence, "If I hadn't left the door open... You wouldn't be in prison... You wouldn't of had to ... Do all the things you did..." She looked to the dry dirt.

Alex kept looking over her face, "you know," he kept still fro a few moment getting closer to the fence, "I have to say, the weeks I had with you, even when I wanted to beat you, they made me see." he kept calm. "When, I was with you, I felt alive again."

Nikole laughed and smiled with tears still sliding down her cheeks from her eyes. "I don't think, I've ever quite experienced life, as much as I have with you, Alex." Looking over him, "And now, I don't think I want to experience anything else without you..."

"Nikole," he kept smiling, "Go," he nodded, "you've got the means to go on with life." now stepping away from the fence, "You're free..." he moved walking away.

"Same time tomorrow then." Nikole watched him walking away, her heart hurting, her head spinning. Turning away, biting the side of her left hand.

"Same time tomorrow then." Nikole watched him walking away, her heart hurting, her head spinning. Turning away, biting the side of her left hand.