Olivia rolled over, her hand touching her face, she felt her stomach churning as she jumped off the bed rushing to the bathroom, everything coming up, she glanced into the toilet seeing her sick. She flushed before rolling over on the floor, she brushed her hands into her hair before touching her stomach lightly, she felt the guilt starting to sink in, getting to her feet, walking into the shower, she turned the cold on, feeling it hit her like knives, she inhaled feeling the water washing the sweat, the smell of sex off her trying to remember what she was doing here.
Having gotten up. Lincoln was re-dressing himself, staring at his cheek doubly red now. His neck was sore. He couldn't believe this. He barely believed it. It felt like a dream, his eyes averting back toward the washroom door.
Feeling her hands holding onto the wall, she pressed her forehead against the tiles feeling the water running down her back, she inhaled trying to get the feeling she was doing something wrong.
"I'm going to make coffee, can I do that without you ripping my head off?" Lincoln called from behind the washroom door to her.
Hearing his voice through the running water, "And you can't get your own room with all that fucking money you have." she called from the shower, she didn't want a repeat of last night still remembering it.
Olivia turned the shower off getting out finding a towel, wrapping it around herself she walked into the room avoiding the broken glass, she assumed when he left last night, he wouldn't of returned, but he did.
"Coffee?" Lincoln turned around in the hotel room's mini kitchen. Holding a mug out to her, watching her avoiding the awkwardness it felt around the room since last night took place.
"Right," Olivia now found where she had a bag of newer clothes, the money she used for them, well it wasn't a thing known. "Well, if you insist on staying here." she pulled out a dress looking to Lincoln, "Do you mind?"
"Mind what?" Lincoln hadn't been paying much attention staring at the steam rising from his coffee cup.
"I want to change," she stated, "I also want you out," she kept standing her ground holding the towel around herself, she really didn't understand why he didn't get that she didn't want him around no more.
Narrowing his eyes, "Fine, whatever... Yeah." He finished off the coffee. Looking narrowly at her again before heading toward the hotel room door, unlocking it.
He wasn't playing games anymore.
Exhaling and placing her head against the wall Olivia finally let out a sigh trying to keep herself together, glancing over to the coffee, she quickly laid back on the bed, she could still smell Lincoln in the bed jumping up, she found herself getting dressed quickly wearing shorts and a vest, placing the hotel key card into a Tote bag, she walked out of the room heading to the lift, she pressed the button waiting for it to open.
Lincoln had left, heading to the American Embassy. That probably wasn't open yet as he glanced to his watch. Walking up the street, he double took, swearing he just saw Nikole, but looking around within the people. He thought he might be losing it.
Getting to the lobby, Olivia quickly saw a purse unattended quickly picking it up on passing putting it into her tote bag, walking out into the morning sun, she could see Lincoln walking, she tried to not stare at his ass while glancing around, she looked the other side of the street, "Nikole!" she called feeling like the woman looked lost. "Nikole!"
Staring forward, until Nikole heard her name, she turned, seeing Olivia across the street, "Livia?" She said her voice still low; the tears had stopped, for now.
"Oh Jesus," Olivia quickly rushed over to the woman, she kept looking her over, "you're going to give yourself heat stroke walking around like this." she then looked around. "Come with me, I'll take you to my room, we'll get you cleaned up." her eyes going over the other woman, her hands holding her carefully.
Feeling helpless, Nikole's body was moving on autopilot with Olivia's. "Okay... Thanks..." She whispered, glancing up at Olivia for a second, before swallowing dryly.
Placing Nikole down on the bed wrapped in a towel, "I've gotten you something," she kept looking around, "But, hey, I know it's not much." placing a glass of water and painkillers on the counter.
Nikole kept staring for a minute; she lost count of how many random crying spurts she'd taken in the bath. "Sorry, I'm ruining your day." She looked up at Olivia; her blonde hair was damp around her shoulders. Biting her lip at the painkillers. "Thanks." Her voice was still low.
Sitting beside her now Olivia looked to the wall, "I got drunk last night," she didn't see any evidence as while Nikole was in the bath she cleaned it up. "I broke up with Lincoln, and he fucked me." she kept her tone neutral, "I love him, and I told him to fuck off."
Looking over to Olivia, Nikole blinked. "You got drunk, after knowing you were pregnant...?" Her eyebrows knitting together, mentally calculating how far along she was. "Not that... It'll hurt the Fetus any... After three months, that ... Happens." She popped two painkillers, sipping the water.
"Well, it's not like I've planned this," she touched her stomach, "Nikole..." she glanced over to the woman, "What happened to you?" asking her carefully.
The painkillers starting to make everything numb, Nikole inhaled through her nose and exhaled out her mouth slowly, Her lower lip quivering. "Alex got put into Prison." Her voice broke, covering her face. "A-an when he... Called me... " She tried not to cry. "He told me... He told me... To forget about him." She bit her thumb.
Olivia kept her face calm, but didn't know what to say, "Nikole," her voice dropped while wrapping her arms around her hugging her lightly. "I didn't know," her voice kept calming.
Nikole lent into Olivia, crying again, "T-he last thing on the phone, he said was... I love you, Good bye!" She started to sob, her body shaking slightly. "When I went to see him today, he kept telling me to go back to The States, to get my own life back." She held onto Olivia softly.
"I don't know what to say," Olivia kept feeling weird, "I mean, I don't know what to say, do you love him?" she asked trying to ignore the fact she was being a complete bitch to Lincoln because she was scared to tell him the truth.
A silence filled the room, a very strong silence. Nikole trying to hold off on answering the question, but pulling away from Olivia slowly, drying her eyes once again. Before looking at her, the only person she could, even remotely consider as some kind of friend anymore. "Yes." She said lowly, looking to her hands. "But; then I think, what if I'm wrong? I mean, Kevin was the only person I thought I could love, ever even thought about loving but... I never, got the feelings I get with Alex, around Kevin."
"Well you was young, when you and him," she was trying to think of the right words, "you and Kevin, maybe you fell out of love, but, felt you owed it to him to stay together." Olivia shrugged, "I mean, hell, I just found out I'm pregnant, and the father is in love with a dead woman." she paused, "well, she wasn't dead when he wanted her..."
Nikole looked confused, before understanding. "Oh, make makes more sense, her not being dead when he ... Wanted her..." She brushed her fingers into her hair. "Always thought Linc was kind of an ass." She shrugged slightly pointing out a random fact. "Nice, but an ass..." She half smiled.
Olivia kept thinking about it, "Nikole," she said while looking over her friend, "I don't know how I feel about him anymore, I want to hate him, but last night, the way he put his hands on me." she felt her hands going to her stomach. "I am not sure."
"Are you implying you enjoyed it? Or didn't enjoy it at all? - Do you want me to kick his ass?" She crossed her legs over, still in the white fluffy towel.
"I don't know," Olivia kept looking to Nikole getting to her feet; she walked over to the door. "I told him a hated him, I said I never wanted to see him again." her eyes were looking into the window seeing her reflecting back. "Nikole, I can never go home again..."
Sitting up straight, watching Olivia by the window. It made Nikole feel bad, knowing she freely could.
"If you want... You and I could hang out in Panama together?" She offered, "I know the offer isn't very exciting, but at least... You know me, I'm a Doctor and ... You kind of are, my only friend."
"I kinda see you as my friend first," she spoke softly, "and I know it won't mean much." her hands touching her belly, "If you're going to be sticking around Panama," her eyes focused on Nikole's, "Would you help me, look after my little baby." she kept her voice low.
Nikole stood up; glad the towel around her was wrapped tightly. Walking over to Olivia, she stood in front of her, but not awkwardly close, a good distance. "I would be honoured to, 'Livia." She smiled softly, her eyes looking down at Olivia's stomach before looking back to her face.
Olivia nodded, "I won't trust anyone else with me and my baby's health," she glanced down, "but no more drinking, no smoking, or drugs." she felt weird, "I just wish I could," she paused, "Elle!" she looked to Nikole, "I need," she reached into tote bag, then the lady's purse she stole finding a phone.
"Shall I?" Nikole pointed toward the bedroom door. "Leave you and go get dressed?" She suggested, for a few minutes her mind wasn't thinking about Alex. But the fact she sticking around in Panama with a pregnant wanted criminal.
"Oh," Olivia glanced to the shopping bags, "you're about the same size at me," she pointed, "Wear something new," she inhaled, "You don't want to wear them," she pointed to her other outfit.
Nodding, "Right. Thank you. For everything." She smiled, picking up one of the bags. Picking through some clothes. "Thanks!" She said again, before heading into the washroom, closing the door.
Olivia dialled a number she remembered hearing Jane telling Lincoln, she quickly dialled before listening to the ringing. The phone kept ringing, but when no one answered, something didn't feel right, her hands going to her stomach again, looking to the bathroom, she quickly redialled, but nothing.
Staring at herself in the unbroken mirror of Olivia's hotel room. Nikole brushed her hand over her face.
She still only had one Prozac pill left and didn't want to use it. She knew she could be stuck in Panama forever.
Even if she was a Doctor, she was an American Doctor; she couldn't just walk into a Pharmacy and walked for a month-supply of Prozac twenty-milligrams.
And there would come a time, a time when everything just got way too much, she was going to need that one Prozac.
Trying to work her brain, trying to calm her emotions. It wasn't getting any easier, but she had to quit the sporadic crying - at least until she was alone.
Undoing the towel her eyes fell to her side, were a straight across bruise on her side was turning purple from being pushed into boxes at the warehouse.
Picking up some of the clothes, Olivia let her have. She was glad Olivia had bought several bras and panties sets.
Adjusting the straps and pulling the black bra on, Nikole did the same with the panties.
Black leggings that ended mid-calf and a black and pink-stripped quarter-sleeve T-shirt dress. Nikole brushed her hands down herself. Brushing her hair up into a spare elastic she had around her wrist.
She exited the washroom, glancing up seeing Olivia with that look on her face and the phone to her ear, "Everything okay?" She asked lowly as she was on the phone.
"Jane," Olivia started, "She had L.J and Elle May," her eyes looking to the phone, "But no one is answering the phone." she exhaled, "no one is answering my call." she looked freaked out, "I need my baby girl, and I can't get her," she glanced over to Nikole. "I don't think I can keep this information to myself." she exhaled, "Linc needs to know."
Nikole looked behind her, "Well, I saw him heading toward the American Embassy this morning, with any luck he might be still there or close to it?" Nikole suggested, looking over Olivia.
"Well," Olivia slipped her flip flops on again, she glanced to Nikole, "We better make a move," she then paused, "He's not going to be happy to see me," she picked up the lady's purse she stole, tipped it out onto the bed picking up the money and quickly placed things into her own bag, "Sorry, needed to get cash somehow." her eyes on the door, "You can stay here while I look for him, if you want to be alone for a while."
"Babies brains are like sponges," Isabella said watching L.J dipping his fingers into the bowl eating. "If I start talking around him in Italian he'll pick it up." her voice calm with a giggle. "Also, you'll be speaking it, I can teach you." she kissed him lightly.
"Yeah, that would, that would be great, thanks." Nikole nodded, giving her a part of a smile.
Walking with Olivia toward the front of her hotel room door. "Be careful." She bit her lower lip.
Olivia touched Nikole's face, "You just," she reached into the bag, taking out some tissues, "Cry it out," she knew that it was something that would happen, she kissed her cheek, "I won't be too long." she opened the door walking out, she closed the door starting to make a move towards the lift, quickly, she kept thinking about it while getting out of the hotel, she glanced around thinking about what Lincoln would be doing, she quickly made her way to the Embassy, she didn't know how this was going to go down.
"And you're saying in Forty-Eight hours, you can have my brother moved somewhere safer?" Lincoln was looking at the American Ambassador who had been helping him all morning.
"I see no reason why not. I mean most of your story is checking out." He smiled to Lincoln politely.
"Right, well, thank you." Lincoln nodded, before heading toward the doors. Walking out the sunlight hitting down on him, he looked up, squinting his eyes.
Olivia seeing Lincoln, she quickly walked over to Lincoln trying to ignore the way he left her. "We need to talk." she kept herself looking serious, "Jane or anyone isn't answering at the safe house." her tone dry while placing her hands into her pockets.
Lincoln looked back down from the sky, staring forward on the steps, taking the last two at the same time. He watched Olivia. "Ever consider they aren't home?" His voice was indifferent. Trying not to panic. He wasn't at all happy with what happened the past several hours.
"Well consider the facts," she held her hand up, "One, Jane said the line was always going to be answered," she kept herself calm. "Two, I have a memory that can recall every detail of everything," her eyes fixed on his, "and three, I've left my daughter with them, because I trusted you, I can't get in contact with my daughter." her hand starting to shake, "So we've got a joint problem, a problem that we both need to get fixed."
"Okay, I'll figure out what's going on, but if you'll excuse me. I need to go to the city morgue to see if a body the found belongs to Sara." He muttered.
"In the city's centre." Lincoln didn't look at her; he kept looking forward as they walked together up the sidewalk.
The mid-day summer sun beating down upon them. Lincoln was walking in his usual fast pace uncaring if he left her behind.
Not talking and just walking until getting to the right place, she kept focused on the thought of good news, the idea that Sara was dead. Watching him go inside she sat down on a bench while looking to her stomach, brushing her hands thinking about it, the fact right now she wasn't going to be a normal mother, her eyes focused on the building before feeling annoyed with everything.
Inside the building, Lincoln walked into a room with the Medical Examiner. Feeling anxiously about this. The last time he saw Sara was her walking away from him down the other side of the street with a stupid look on her face.
The M.E. pulled the sheet back, revealing a lot of ginger hair that looked dark with the dim lighting.
Biting his lip. Watching the sheet getting pulled down more, exposing a pale face.
Staring. Lincoln finally looked up, shaking his head. "Not her." He felt himself exhale.
Watching Lincoln walking out of the building, Olivia kept still on the bench moving her hands, she kept looking over him, feeling her heart racing, she could remember every detail of last night, he teeth biting her lip. "Was it her?" she said getting to her feet.
Shaking his head and going to speak, Lincoln was cut off by his cell phone ringing. "Hello?" He said into it after pressing talk.
"Dad!" L.J's voice was bright, thankful to hear him.
Lincoln's eyes went huge. "L.J.! Where are you? The safe house number isn't working?"
"We're in Panama!" L.J. said.
"Panama?" Lincoln questioned.
"Yeah! Elle and me!" He tried not to be nervous.
Olivia stood close to Lincoln listening to the conversation, "where is?" she pulled on Lincoln's arm, "where are they?" she spoke softly thinking of her daughter, with his son, and they didn't even know.
"Panama." Lincoln said to her, but didn't like her so close.
"Yeah! Dad, come meet us, in..." L.J. Paused for a minute, before speaking, Lincoln listened while glancing down to Olivia.
"There in Panama." He said again.
"It's a restaurant in the City, bring Olivia!" L.J. said happily trying to ignore the gun to his head.
"We'll be there." Lincoln nodded.
"They're here?" Olivia said quickly, her eyes looking over Lincoln with a sigh, "Lincoln." her voice dropped feeling sick, "Lincoln, it doesn't sound right." her eyes kept focused but let go of his arm feeling weird.
"They want us to meet them." Lincoln kept focused. Glancing from her toward the hotel with the place they were going to meet at least ten minutes away. "Are you coming or not?" He started walking, feeling that anxious crunch in his stomach.
"Yeah," Olivia kept behind Lincoln trying to debate what he was thinking, the fact was everything was going crazy right now, plus the feeling in her chest, the waves of feeling worn out no matter how much sleep she'd gotten that night.
Arriving at the right place, Lincoln pulled the tinted glass door open, holding it for Olivia while looking inside, trying to see L.J. or Elle May inside of the place.
The music wasn't English and it wasn't Spanish either.
"I'm sorry," the man spoke, "You can't go in without a Jacket." he spoke, a thick accent, "No Jacket, no enter." he glanced to Olivia.
"Am I good?" she asked with a smile, her eyes looking over his, her tooth bit into her lip.
The man looked down Olivia, his eyes focused on her chest, "yes, you are good." he smirked watching her walking into the bar, "See ya Lincoln." she saluted while walking over to the bar.
Lincoln looked pissed, he left, the place quickly. Heading into the back, looking around the kitchen, seeing a bus boy, "You speak English?" He asked him, the bus-boy shaking his head.
"How about," Lincoln reached into his pocket pulling our twenty dollars, "American?" He smirked, the bus boy nodded.
Lincoln walking to the front, pulled on a blue jacket, ignoring the nametag on the side of it. He walked straight past the man at the greeting stand while popping the collar.
Gretchen was standing at the bar looking over Olivia getting a glass of water. "Please don't tell me you come all the way to Panama for the water." her voice cool.
Olivia turned around, she couldn't see Lincoln around, so she inhaled, "I can't drink, I'm expecting." she added with a sigh.
"Expecting," her mouth twitched into a small smirk, "Baby daddy anywhere?" she asked with a glance around the bar.
Olivia shook her head, "I'm not seeing the father, it was a big mistake." her voice dropped picking up the glass taking a sip of the water.
"Because, you couldn't have waited for me or anything." Lincoln said in a darker voice. Finally coming up to the bar, leaning on the other side of Olivia, Unnoticing the other woman, until he turned his head, she was beautiful.
"Should of known," Gretchen smiled to Olivia and seeing Lincoln. "The good ones are always taken." her eyes going over Olivia's body.
Olivia kept still, "We're..." she kept trying to ignore how Lincoln was looking at this woman.
"So is her the...?" Gretchen looked from Lincoln back to Olivia.
Olivia held her hands up, "We've got to meet someone," she snapped her before she could finish, "Lincoln we better move." she kept looking around the bar.
Standing up from leaning, Lincoln nodded. "Yeah, come on 'Livia." He said brushing his hands down the itchy navy blazer, exhaling a short breath, His eyes looking from Olivia to the unnamed lady.
"You want to stick around Lincoln," Gretchen spoke softly, her eyes going over Olivia's ass, she smirked, "and your girlfriend too."
Olivia turned around to look at the woman, "Excuse me?" her voice dropped feeling her eyes over the woman.
"I have to talk about your brother Lincoln Burrows, and your children." focused on both of them.
Lincoln froze, his eyes narrowing darkly. "What about my brother? Where's L.J.? Where is Elle?" His looked down at Gretchen. Hissing.
Walking back to the hotel room, Olivia felt sick, "You can stay if you want," she kept her tone even, she felt sick about everything. "I mean, we've got to work together, to make this work." her eyes going to his looking to the hotel door. "Nikole is in there." She pointed out.
Lincoln's eyes had narrowed, "Nikole." He said her name very darkly, he didn't like Nikole, no he liked Nikole, he just didn't like the person she had become, the lost looking puppy of Mahone.
"She's broken," Olivia placed her hand on Lincoln's chest, "So I don't want you upsetting her," her eyes looked up into Lincoln's she knew he wasn't going to look at her the same, but she cared about Nikole, she didn't want anything to upset her. "Both our kids are taken, Sara is taken, so we don't want to piss these people off, plus." she glanced to the door, "Nikole might be some help."
"Nikole be some help?" He almost laughed darkly. "Are you honestly forgetting she was the one who was trailing our ass across the country to Panama with Mahone? Who would've fucked us over in that warehouse?" He sighed.
Olivia kept still, "so you're saying, you want to be a complete dirt bag to her, because of the fact," she waved her hands. "Circumstances beyond our control," her hands reached for him, but stopped. "When did you become so cruel Lincoln?"
"Since the man she was following around killed my Father, since everything bad that's happened because of Mahone, because of... Her." He took in a deep breath. "I won't be mean to her, but I don't be... Nice either." He nodded.
Olivia nodded, "Well you need to tell Michael," her eyes focused on him. "Lincoln," she kept her tone calm, "When we do this, get all this over with." her eyes focused. She wanted to tell him, but he wasn't looking at her the same.
"When this is over," he paused, thinking about everything so far that had happened. "Fuck knows if this will ever be over." He sounded pessimistic.
For a second Olivia bit her lip, her eyes going over his chest, he'd given the jacket back, her eyes going over his open shirt remembering the feeling of his body, the pain, the pleasure from the pain. "Everything has to come to an end..." she kept her voice as even as possible.
"Yeah, just how long until it does?" He brushed his hand over his head, feeling the odd feeling of his hair growing back out slowly. "So, are we going in or standing in the hallway all day?" He asked.
"No," she said while looking to the door, "you're going to Sona, talk to Michael, tell him the plan." her eyes focused. "I'll go talk to Nikole, and fix things over." she tapped his arm carefully.
"Fine." Lincoln exhaled, "But ... Never mind, I'll be back after I see Michael, okay?" He half smiled at her, but it was an anxious smile, Before turning and leaving the hotel.
