"The files from Homeland just came in, we're forming a plan now – we need you." Fernando had caught Olivia and Nikole in the hallway, Olivia looking at Nikole cleared her throat; "I guess baby checkup a little later?" She suggested. Nodding Nikole made a gesture for Fernando to lead the way back to the main part of the warehouse.

Olivia found a seat next to Lincoln who was leaning back in his chair, running a hand over his head, watching as Alex spread out the folders with pictures attached to them, "you okay?" He finally glanced to Olivia, "yeah fine. Nikole's going to give me a check up later." She glanced to Nikole who had joined them, since she really had nothing better to do.

"Hey, who invited her to the pow-wow?" Ronald was sitting at the head of the table, staring at Nikole, he didn't like her because when she first arrived he tried flirting with her and she shut him down hard.

"Why don't you shut up, she's been more helpful then you've been so far." Olivia snapped at him, Roland put his hands up surrendering and sucking his lips together to keep himself from saying another word.

"It's nice to work with Homeland, the FBI would take days to gather all this intel." Alex was looking through the papers in front of him, trying to avoid looking in Nikole's direction, but the light scent of her vanilla-cream and coconut body mist was hitting him and bringing back memories.

"We already tried the FBI database anyway." Roland carefully spoke, hoping not to be snapped at again. "How do you have access to one of the most secure systems in America?" Brad asked, knowing he was the most useless of them all at the table.

"I still have access." Nikole spoke up, making everyone glance in her direction. "Well good going sweetheart, I'm sure their all onto us now." Brad looked at the woman who shut him down more times then Sara.

Nikole rolled her eyes, "it's a ghost account you moron... You see, when I did have FBI connections, I was granted access to an untraceable account. I guess they forgot to change the password." She lent across the table a little bit, her eyes narrowing at Brad, "so sweetheart," she said mockingly, "kiss my ass." She finished.

Brad sunk back in his chair, looking around in hopes no one could tell his figurative tail was between his legs. "The FBI should've hired me anyways," Roland took the silence to talk again, ",'Cause I could've gotten them any information they needed in 20 minutes tops." He smirked.

"What are you a hacker?" Olivia said dryly, picking the nail polish off her thumb absently.

"I design silicon lithography for personal gain." Roland winked at her and Olivia scoffed. "In your dreams." She spoke under her breath, "he's an identity thief." Michael walked across the floor joining them.

"He's a douche." Lincoln said darkly, "why don't you sit in the corner and we'll get you when we need you." Lincoln pointed to the small desk in the back corner, standing up Roland looked to see if anyone was going to defend him.

"Run along home little doggy." Olivia waved him away back to his dog house, rolling his eyes, he grabbed his backpack heading toward his corner,

"This is the guy!" Alex said picking up a file, turning to show Michael who stood next to him, Lincoln stood up coming to join them, looking down at the picture. "Now what?" Olivia asked.

Looking up Michael smiled at her, "he takes us to the cardholder." - "and the cardholder takes us to Scylla." Olivia said approvingly. "Yes, see – this is why you're my best friend." Michael pointed at her, as if he gave her a gold star.

"I thought I was your best friend." Fernando gasped looking at Michael, "Sucre, you're like ... My bromance." Michael tried to save himself, "oh, that's okay then." Fernando clapped, accepting that answer.

Olivia laughed while at the same time, swore she saw some jealousy and hurt flash through Alex's eyes and she looked away when he noticed she was staring at him.

"So we need to take a drive." Lincoln said holding up a set of keys to an SUV, "Yeah," Michael looked up, "Linc, Liv, Fernando," he glanced over, "Alex – lets go." He pointed to the black SUV.

"What about the rest of us?" Brad growled feeling odd man out, "you stay here and you behave." Michael warned him. "Nikole's in charge." He added as he followed the others to the SUV.

"She ain't even on the team." Brad hissed and it made Michael turn around and walk back up to him, getting close to his face, "I trust her more then I trust you, so sit down – and shut up!" Michael hit the table, trying to ignore the dulling ache forming in his head.

Pulled over on the side of the street, Olivia sat in the back between Fernando and Alex, she was leaning as far away from Alex as possible. "You look distracted Nando." Olivia eyed him staring out the window in his own world.

Glancing at her, Fernando clicked his tongue, "it's nothing, I'm just thinking about stuff." He glanced to her growing belly, "how far along at you now?" Time had sort've jumbled together for him, especially in Sona.

"I think 17 weeks." Olivia touched her stomach carefully, "I was going to get Nikole to check us out when the files showed up." She admitted, "I had a little girl." Fernando finally said, admitting it out loud to someone, feeling like a weight was off his shoulders, the only other person to know was Brad.

"Oh Nando." Olivia placed her hand on his knee, squeezing it lightly in comfort, "I bet she's beautiful." Smiling, Olivia thought the baby she was carrying, her daughter and her son.

"She is. And I just want this over with so I can hold her and never let her go." Fernando looked as if he could cry. "you know, I'm think my daughter and your baby could grow up to be best friends." He laughed.

"You could've left me there, in jail." Alex was rubbing his cheek and touching his lips anxiously, leaning close into the passenger seat that Michael occupied. "Could have or should have?" Michael asked, feeling uneasy about Alex sitting behind him. "Maybe both." Alex admitted, thinking if he just stayed in Sona that Cameron would still be alive.

"Are you thanking me Alex?" Michael was watching the house across the street from them. "I don't know." He heard the man admit genuinely. "Well don't bother." Michael narrowed his eyes, partly glancing back.

"You're here because we needed you, not because we wanted you." Michael promised in a mean tone at him. "Because none of us like you." Olivia added to the comments, having heard the whole conversation.

Alex looked over at him, nodding, "I know," his voice a whisper, "that's him – that's the driver." He looked up as they watched a man in a suit getting into his car.

"Rock and roll." Lincoln said turning the SUV on, waiting for the man to pull out first and get ahead of them slightly. Following him up the street.

"Whoa..." Olivia said a large gated house coming into view, "privet security she pointed to the men in various locations standing professionally.

"This thing is a fortress." Michael was analysing the place as Lincoln slowed down, "what we need to get is in there?" Lincoln tried to fathom it, as he stopped just shy of the gated driveway.

"Alarm systems, motion sensors, armed guards..." Michael watched the gate closing from where the driver entered, "cameras..." He stared at one on a post just below where the driveway started. "We're suppose to get in and out of that place?" Alex shook his head.

"You better have one hell of a plan, Mike." Olivia felt uneasy, as Lincoln started pulling away to keep suspicion down.

"You could be anywhere right now," Sara was letting the end of a pencil in her hand bounce off the table as she sat waiting with Nikole for the others to return, "yet – you're here." She added, putting the pencil down and watching her.

"So could you." Nikole pointed out, just sitting there she had been watching the pencil in her hand bouncing. "I'm here for Michael." Sara said forcing a smile.

While the two had stopped getting along professionally, when Nikole came back to the US trying to track down Michael, she started trying to track down Sara and she ended up at Bruce's office.

They had a long conversation and set their difference of opinions aside, striving for the same things in the long run, for this to be over, for freedom and for the people they loved to be safe and in one piece.

They were sitting alone at the table, "and I'm here because I cared for him just as much as you do." Nikole admitted, "and I care for Lincoln, Olivia, Fernando..." she trailed off, "Alex." She finished.

"Well," Sara thought about it, "they'd be free and we'd be happily living in Panama if the man you love didn't hunt them down like animals." Her voice wasn't mean, it was more sympathetic.

"If it wasn't Alex – it would've been someone else, Sara. You and I both know that. The Company would've found someone else with a secret and extorted it to have their bidding done. Things happen for a reason and sometimes in that process bad things happen." Nikole kept looking for a positive in all the negative.

"I know, you're right." Sara sighed, and stopped talking hearing the garage door of the warehouse opening up and the SUV pulling in.

"How'd it go?" Sara asked standing up and walking over to join Michael who placed his hand on her lower back.

"We need blue prints to the house." Olivia stood with her arms crossed by Lincoln, "the place as more security then The White House." Her outlook was bleak.

"So, basically we're screwed." Brad appeared holding a piece of coconut cream pie in his hand, "nice to see you made yourself useful." Lincoln stared at him...

"You absolutely sure you're up to this?" Lincoln was sitting in the driver seat of the car, looking to Olivia who dressed in a pair of black tights and a candy cane striped sleeveless dress.

"Yeah." Olivia nervously played with Roland's copying device in her hands, as she watched the crowded bus stop seeing the house keeper that was unknowingly going to help them copy Scylla after Fernando was unsuccessful.

"As long as you're sure." He knew she was fully capable, he was just worried about him, "positive." Olivia lent over running her fingers against his cheek, "only be a minute or two." She kissed his cheek before grabbing todays newspaper and leaving the car.

Crossing the street she walked to stand a bit away from the house keeper, fiddling around with the device in the newspaper, she enjoyed the feeling of the warm morning Sun on her exposed skin.

"Can I hold that for you?" Olivia offered, seeing her struggling to hold her coffee and dig around in her bag. "Oh thank you so much." She said handing the coffee to Olivia who smiled.

"I love your bag." Olivia looked over it, stepping a bit closer, "thank you so much, my boss gave it to me." She admitted, "I was going to ask where you got it, I'm looking for a decent bag to use as a diaper bag." Olivia ran her hand over her belly.

"Oh, congratulations – do you know what you're having?" She looked at the adorable baby bump Olivia sported. "Not yet, I'm not sure if I wanna know or keep it a surprise." She said.

"I love surprises." The woman said, "I didn't know with my two children," she thought about them and smiled. "This bag would be a nice diaper bag, lots of pockets, have a look." She almost trust the bag into Olivia's face.

"Oh wow... Its so spacious!" Olivia was looking, feeling the device slipping from the newspaper into her bag, and for a moment felt a guilty pang in her chest, that if this woman got caught with the device, she'd be fired.

"You're doing that thing again." Michael was sitting in the middle back seat leaning forward watching Olivia but not as intently as Lincoln, "what thing?" Lincoln didn't let his eyes leave her.

"the thing you do like if someone else glances at her the wrong way you'll rip their head off." Michael admitted.

"I would though..." Lincoln would kill for the woman, "she is capable of looking after herself Linc, she isn't a delicate flower." Michael pointed out, glad that in the moment the pain in head was subsided.

"I know that." Lincoln watched Olivia crossing the road again, "I love her." He said, as the door opened and Olivia slide into the leather seat. "She's got the device on her." She clicked her seatbelt.

"Great, lets go." Michael pulled out his phone to pretend being the alarm company...

... "I don't see why I can't be the good-guy." Brad bitched from the backseat, as Nikole drove them down a street off the Tuxhorn residence. "Because you aren't?" Nikole suggested, stopping at the end of the block.

"Neither is he, Princess." Brad sneered and jeered his head toward Alex sitting passenger. "Shut up." Nikole said simply turning back to look at him. "and get out." She added.

"Part of the team my ass." Brad said under his breath, getting out of the backseat and slamming the door, heading up the street slowly in a waddle.

"Jackass." Nikole said darkly, letting the car roll forward on the slight decline waiting for the phone call to let them know the house keeper left the for the day.

Letting a breathless laugh slip out, Alex looked at her from the side, his fingers pressed against his lip as he tried not to bite his nails. "He's right though – I'm not a good guy either." He pointed out.

"Yeah, well – there's a difference in being a bad guy because you're a greedy, sad little man or because you don't have a choice." Nikole stopped at a crosswalk across from the bus stop.

"Nikki," he said in a way she hadn't heard her name in months but instead of it making her heart flutter like before, it made it hurt. He had no idea how to tell her anything. Every time he went to try he couldn't tell her and it was just making the growing gap between them ever bigger.

Nikole looked down to the phone in her hand, it beeping, and a text message popped up from Michael, "the house keepers out." She didn't look at him and she wondered why when Fernando was fully capable of driving Michael stuck her with driving Brad and Alex.

Nodding, Alex felt she didn't want to talk to him anyway, getting out he walked across the street to stand under the bus sign, the house keeper almost there herself and Nikole drove off to wait around the corner.

"Hopefully Bellick can steal a purse." Olivia was playing with the radio volume, waiting by the house with Lincoln and Michael a song from a happening band of the year Good Charlotte was playing.

"Well, he should be use to stealing things that don't belong to him." Michael said dryly, remembering Fox River, "yeah – except he's a coward and everything he stole was from people who couldn't fight back." Lincoln pointed out.

Nikole watched as Brad ran around the corner holding the purse, Alex not far behind him. "I actually had to slow down to catch you." Alex looked at Brad who was wheezing, "I think I pulled a groin." He moaned and it made Nikole smirk.

"Oh." Olivia said seeing the phone in the cup holder lighting up, she grabbed it and flipped it open, "hello!" She said cheerfully, "Liv?" She heard on the other end. "Yeah – what's up?" She asked, feeling both Michael and Lincoln eyeing her. "Oh." her voice dropped and she looked to the brothers, "the device wasn't in the bag." She looked at Michael.

"Did they drop it?" Michael asked unbelieving. "Nikole said they looked." Olivia relayed as she knew Nikole could hear him speaking. "That's probably why she went back inside, damn it!" Lincoln said hitting the steering wheel.

"Okay." Michael exhaled, "uhm – meet us back at the warehouse Nikole." Michael was leaning close to Olivia who held the phone to her ear.

A seagull flew overheard letting out its hideous squawk, Olivia ducked slightly cursing at it under her breath, she was leaning against a stack of wooden pallets by the harbour

Watching the deep blue ocean slapping gently against the wharf across from her as the breeze blew the waves along, she was playing with her cell phone.

Taking a minute to clear her head, while the others devised a plan on getting the device back, it was a lot to take in for the short period of time.

Flipping the phone open she hit the keypad a few times putting the phone to her ear listening to it ringing, counting the seconds between the rings, she smiled hearing it pick up. "Hello?" The young voice answered.

"Hi baby." Olivia said hearing her daughters voice, "Mom! Hi!" Elle-May said brightly. "How are you?" Olivia asked her, her brain finally starting to calm, as her daughter spoke, "really good, LJ and I are having a good time, the agents here are really nice and we basically get to do what we want." She laughed.

"But you're being polite?" Olivia remarked, "of course. I'm just reading a lot the library here is huge – I love it. When we get back together can we start our own family library?" She asked.

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." Olivia laughed, "and we can read stories to the new baby every night, oh – how's dad?" She bounced around quickly.

"He's good, working hard to get back to you both, we both are." She promised. "That's good, but it's supper time." Elle-May said while Olivia heard someone in the background telling her.

"Okay baby, I love you, we'll be together again soon." Olivia said. "I love you, too. Tell dad we love him, too." She added. "I will, I promise." Olivia held onto her daughter's 'I love you.'

"Bye mom." Elle-May made a blowing you a kiss sound. "Bye Elle." Olivia returned the same sound, closing the phone as the line went dead on the other end.

Olivia looked across the water, smiling and putting phone down, she looked up hearing footsteps...

Standing by his car, Wyatt held his phone to his ear, the Arlington prison behind him, "Hello?" A cheerful voice answered, "Someone posted the bail for Burrows, Scofield and Hart before they were allegedly sent to Arlington, I need to know who." He said darkly.

"I'm seeing a Nikole Wilson," she was looking at a computer screen,

Wyatt had heard the name before, but he wouldn't entirely place it in the moment,

"hold on..." The woman said, "she posted it with Bruce Bennettes credit card – who was the former aide to Frank Tancredi." She told him.

Wyatt snapped his phone closed, before opening the door and getting into his car quickly.

"Hey." Michael said walking up to Olivia, standing in front of her, "hi." Olivia said, squinting a little as Michael stood in the setting sun the sky turning a pastel pink.

"Are you okay?" He asked her moving to lean against the pallet she was. "Fine, why?" Olivia asked. "Because," he was playing with his fingers in the typical Michael way. "you're my best friend and I know you ... I know you don't like any of this." He looked to the warehouse.

"Just doing what I have to do to make everything right again." she shrugged a little bit, "I know you don't like any of this either." She pointed out.

Michael half-laughed, "you're right, I hate it. Listen," Michael stopped playing with his hands, "we figured out a plan to get the device back."

"Okay." Olivia said standing up, "well, let's do it." She finished, "you're not coming." Michael stopped her from walking away.

"What do you mean I'm not coming?" Olivia had confusion written all over her face. "It's dangerous, Liv." He put his hand on his shoulder, "Mike, this whole thing has been dangerous." She rolled her eyes.

"No, I mean – we could get busted and you know Linc, he doesn't want you around if possible, for your safety."

"That's insane, I'll be fine, I'm coming, lets do this..." Olivia shook her head at him, not accepting his answer.

"Liv." Michael got stern, "you're staying here with Nikole, she's going to give you that check up, okay?" He asked.

"Fine." Olivia said nodding, "We have to make sure my little niece of nephew is growing good." He poked her belly lightly.

"Don't gimme that look." Lincoln came to see Olivia watching him as they loaded up the SUV, "I'm not." Olivia defended, "oh yeah, you are." Lincoln had climbed up on the edge of the railing which separated the garage floor from the raised level of the warehouse by a little less then a metre, so he was face to face with her, the rail between them.

"We'll be fine, I just don't want to risk getting you or the baby hurt." Lincoln kissed her quickly hearing the horn honking at him to hurry up. "I love you and I'll see you soon, I promise." He touched her belly lovingly, before jumping back off the rail and rushing to jump into the SUV.

"The warehouse just happen to have an ultrasound machine?" Olivia asked as she laid back on the hospital bed, her dressed pulled up, her tights rolled down exposing her entire stomach.

"Might've had to bribe Self a little." Nikole nodded, laughing. "Please tell me you didn't ..." Olivia trailed off and Nikole watched as she made a fist with her hand and brought it to her mouth making a jerking motion and pursing to lips like she was sucking a straw.

"NO!" Nikole exclaimed, almost dropping the bottle of jelly she was holding. "Jesus Olivia!" She shook her head, "no, gross."

The two stared at each other in silence, before they took a fit of giggles like school girls. "I've missed you, so much you know that?" Nikole was rubbing the jelly over her stomach.

"Ohh, I've missed you, too... Lincoln just can't handle my sense of humour sometimes." Olivia bit her lip adjusting to the cold on her stomach, "well, he never really could." Nikole had turned on the machine after wiping her glove off.

"My big macho man with a great ass." Olivia closed her eyes for a minute, smiling to herself. "I..." Nikole trailed off, "lets see your peanut." She put the wand on her stomach and started moving it around.

"I know you've checked out his ass." Olivia opened one eye, watching as Nikole bit both her lips. "No..." She trailed off, "I was an engaged woman in Fox River..." She tried to save herself, but of course she checked him out.

"Uh huh, stopped you from kissing Michael." Olivia smirked, and Nikole glared at her. "Shut up." She warned her, the mood in the room light, "look at your baby, stop tormenting me." She pointed to the screen.

"What a head!" Nikole exclaimed rolling the wand around as Olivia watched the screen, "Like father like son." Olivia grinned, she wasn't sure but she had this feeling it was a boy. "I feel sorry for your vagina already." Nikole whispered, moving the wand slightly to catch a better look at a growing face.

"Don't remind me." Olivia exhaled, "how many weeks would you guess I am?" She thought she was doing a decent job of keeping track, but with everything happening, she did mess some weeks up.

"I would say... Judging by the size of the baby... And I mean, I'm not an OB/GYN." She added, "17 maybe 18 weeks." She calculated.

"And he looks good?" Olivia didn't know what she was looking at really either. "Yeah, development seems on track, you're growing well, no pain?" She asked.

"Uh uh." Olivia shook her head, "I would say everything is going perfectly well, I'll print off some pictures for you so show Linc." She smiled using the keyboard to capture a few images.

"Thanks Nikki." Olivia was glad she had her. "Oh, you're welcome." Nikole took the wand away and put it down, offering Olivia and towel, who took it and started cleaning off her stomach.

"So, I noticed... You and Alex, aren't really... Talking." She was sitting up now, waiting for the pictures to print from the machine. "It's complicated." Nikole tried not thinking about it. "How complicated? I mean, a few months ago you were itching to get him out of Sona." She stood up.

"You're pictures are done." Nikole avoided her questions and statements like the plague, holding them up. Olivia shook her head, taking them and looking at the baby.

"Nikole..." She said seriously, but Nikole had wondered off to wash her hands. "sometimes I'm almost positive you were better suited for Michael, the way you both have this incredible ability to avoid things." She shook her head.

Nikole went to open her mouth but they both stopped hearing the garage doors opening across the warehouse...

"So, that's our little peanut, huh?" Lincoln laid in bed with Olivia as they looked over the pictures together, his finger tips were running slow circles around her belly.

The others were downloading Scylla, "that is our peanut." Olivia smiled glancing up at him, her smile turned bigger. "Has your nose." Lincoln pointed out in one of the pictures.

"I'm more worried about birthing that big head." Olivia teased him and poked his nose with her finger. "Hey." Lincoln said sitting up, making Olivia fall back into the pillows.

"You like my big head." He said seductively, "especially my tongue that lives in my big heads mouth." he ran his tongue slowly over his bottom lip and Olivia turned a red colour all across her face.

"I do." She grinned, "so don't you make fun of my big head." He winked.

"Sorry to break up the party, but we have a problem." Fernando's voice came from the stairs attached to the boat, calling to them.

"What kinda problem?" Lincoln asked him a few minutes later coming above deck watching him looked nervous. "Scylla. It isn't one card, it's six..." He explained...

The days were starting to blend together, progress ahead then ten steps back, everyone was starting to feel like the quick job was taking months, even though it was only a few days.

Sitting around the table as they got back from the server building in Anaheim, Roland bitching around how he almost died for the sixteenth time in an hour.

Brad and Fernando off watching Tuxhorn incase he made a move.

They were sifting through the emails in Tuxhorn's PDA, "well, the first e-mail is an ad for Discretia." Olivia was looking over the poorly put together advertisement.

"Pecker pills?" Roland scoffed, sounding pissed he was made to go out inside the sunlight. "You want the number?" Lincoln snapped at him.

"It's great to know I almost died for an e-mail for pecker pills." He shook his head, Lincoln stood up straight from where he was lent over watching Olivia sort emails a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Linc." Olivia whispered, catching his hand and pulling him back a little bit, worried he was going to literally snap Roland into pieces.

"The second e-mail is some kind of invitation to join a star gazers club." Michael spoke up breaking the tension in the room that kept growing.

"Constellations can be used to track points on Earth." Sara suggested standing by Michael sort've wishing Lincoln would snap and take Roland's head off.

"There's a website." Alex spoke up, "you can put in star patterns and depending on the date, it'll give you a corresponding place on Earth." He moved across the floor, sliding a Macbook into reach and sitting down.

"And you know this because?" Michael asked as he slide his wheelie chair to watch Alex typing.

"Because my son and I..." Alex stopped, "because my wife and I use to go on this site so they could look up at the sky... And know where I was..." He whispered, trying to keep focus on the screen.

Lincoln stood behind him, his arms crossed, he glanced over to see Nikole staring at Alex with a distant look on her face.

"That's not it, that constellation is over Antartica... No one is getting there by four o'clock." Olivia watched the screen as it mapped the place on Earth.

"That's great, so I almost died for nothing!" Roland snapped.

"A lot of people have died." Michael said, glancing at him.

"Yeah, well... That's their problem, okay Boss?" He stood up, walking across the floor to where everyone else was, "because anyone who risks for life for this crap!" Roland picked up a bunch of papers and crushed them in his hand, "is a sucker!" He was looking his mind.

Alex had gotten up from the computer, trying to keep calm, "calm down..." Olivia was looking at Roland finally snapping. "Because YOU GUYS CAN'T WIN!" Roland yelled slamming the papers down.

Alex couldn't keep it together, he lost it, when Roland turned around to walk away, he felt his hand grab him by the neck and slam the shorter man down on the table making everyone jump.

"Say it." Alex said dangerously squeezing his neck a little bit, "say it about the people who died!" He hissed, his blood boiling, "Alex..." Lincoln said.

"Say it." Alex said putting pressure on Roland's neck who looked terrified, not able to form words if he wanted too. "Alex." Lincoln said again, putting his hand on the mans shoulder.

Lincoln knew his secret, and all he knew was that he would probably be doing the same thing right now if the tables were turned.

"Alex." Lincoln repeated, his other hand coming to take the mans arm and he pulled him back off Roland slowly.

Alex stood there, staring down at Roland, before for a split second he looked up, seeing Nikole staring at him with the widest eyed he'd ever seen, what was even worse was he was sure what he saw in her eyes was fear, fear caused by him, which despite all they'd been through together, he never once saw before.

He started walking away, as Roland started coughing, Lincoln pulled him up, "get up." Lincoln pushed him away, "get back to your nerd box and do your job." He said roughly to the man rubbing his neck.

Both looking at each other, Michael and Olivia turned to watch Alex linger by the stairs, his back to all of them.

"Fucking psycho." Roland muttered under his breath still rubbing his throat. "Shut the fuck up!" Nikole snapped at him, finally feeling like she was losing her own mind.

"Nik..." Michael whispered, seeing her struggling to keep her emotions at bay.

"You saw what he did? He tried to kill me." Roland shook his head, a sour look on his face.

"And I will next if you open your mouth one more fucking time!" Nikole stood up, grabbing the plastic bag of jellybeans Roland had been stuffing his face with not long before, she threw them at his face in frustration, before walking down the opposite steps, the sound of the candies hitting and rolling across the floor behind her, she took the back door out to the dock.

"Nikole." Olivia said, knowing Nikole hadn't lashed out like that in a long time, she went to stand up. "I'll talk to her." Michael put his hand on Olivia's shoulder, "stay, you're doing an amazing job helping." He smiled at her.

Olivia readjusted in her chair, seeing a purple jellybean roll in her direction, "Ouu, purple." She said picking it up and popping it into her mouth.

"How about a green?" Lincoln tried to break the emotion in the room, he was holding out a green candy on the tip of his tongue, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Oh Mister Burrows." Olivia giggled a little...

"Hey..." Michael said in his raspy-whispery voice, finding Nikole standing at the edge of the dock, he placed his hand on her upper back carefully. "What was that about?"

Nikole tossed a small stone into the water and watched the ripples dispersing, "I lost my head, sorry." She was breathing in long breaths and exhaling them slowly.

"Because of Roland being an idiot? Or, because of Alex?" He asked watching her face, but when Nikole only glanced up at him from the side without speaking he nodded, "gotcha." he understood.

"Nik," Michael moved his hand to put some of her platinum blonde hair behind her ear, "what's going on between you two?" he could sense she was still holding onto a load of emotions.

It was like she struggled for words, "I-I don't know," she turned to face Michael now, "I really don't know." she was at a loss.

"Have you guys talked?" Michael wondered, he never expected to be standing in California with the woman he met as his prison doctor.

"Not really." Nikole pursed her lips and shook her head after she spoke, "every time I think we might there's stuff to do... Or – Pam calls." She said that last two words dully.

"Ahh... The ex." Michael felt he understood a little bit better now but he wasn't sure what he could say to her that would be helpful. "Should've let me woo you in Fox River." His voice had changed to a playful one with a half sideways grin on his face.

Nikole nodded, while letting out a breathless laugh, "yeah – okay Michael." She smiled though, "hey, I tried." He held his hands up in defence, it was nice seeing her smile.

"I was engaged." Nikole pointed out, still kind of smiling. "and you wanted a door left open." She added as well, "hey..." Michael said his smile fading a little bit.

"I told you, that was my main intention at the start..." He started to nervously play with his fingers again, "but I genuinely had feelings for you... And Sara." He tagged on after a few seconds.

"I didn't mean to hurt you or make you feel like I used you," he hadn't realised he was moving closer to her as he spoke, "and," he took her hand into both of his cupping it, "I never really properly thanked you for leaving that door open." He looked into her eyes.

"... Michael." Nikole said carefully feeling him moving closer to her and leaning in slightly. The phone in Michael's pocket started to chime and he stood back up to his full height, letting her hand go.

He looked at his phone seeing the text from Fernando saying 'Run.'

"We gotta go." He said quickly grabbing her hand pulling her back toward the warehouse coming through the door as Lincoln was coming out.

"They locked Roland out of the system, they shut him down!" He caught his brothers attention, "we gotta go... NOW!" Michael looked at everyone, he'd dropped Nikole's hand when they'd gotten inside, he wasn't sure if Lincoln had seen anything or not.

"If we move, we get shot!" Roland called from the table still sitting. "SO STAY!" Lincoln yelled at him, his hand finding Olivia's as they piled toward the SUV.

"Linc get us outta here." Michael said sitting in the back seat of the SUV crammed in between the door and Sara, Nikole beside Sara and Alex beside her as Lincoln stepped on the gas, Olivia holding onto the handle above the window in the passenger seat.

"Oh motion sickness." Olivia whispered, as they took a sharp turn already, "sorry babe." Lincoln tried to drive carefully while speeding out of the harbour, he reached over putting his hand on her stomach, the other on the steering wheel.

Michael holding his phone to his ear, getting into it with Don as they fled the cars coming after them. "I'm okay." Olivia said, "I did't wear running shoes." She glanced down to the purple and red flip flops on her feet.

"Hopefully we won't have to do much running." Alex finally spoke, feeling his shoulder rubbing against Nikole's he couldn't look at her.

"Linc?" Michael said snapping the phone closed. "Yeah?" Linc glanced at his brother in the mirror. "Lose 'em." Michael said seriously.

Feeling Lincoln take a sharp turn and go speeding down the road, Olivia was trying her best not to go green, he sped along watching the road and the two cars following behind them, he slammed on the brakes as a transport truck cut them off, "run, run, run." Lincoln said jumping from the driver side, leaving the door wide open.

"Oh, fuck it." Olivia said quickly, ripping her flip flops off, she started running barefoot behind Lincoln who slowed down for her to catch up, he grabbed her and and started running again.

"Go, go." Michael waving at them, as he tried keeping up with them, all running in the same direction just at different paces. "Watch out." Lincoln said as they cut off into an opening by a fence seeing it turning to gravel, he stopped Olivia on the pavement.

"Get on." He gestured to his back, Olivia stood trying to catch her breath, "not the time for your sexual innuendos Linc!" Olivia felt her stomach tightening the harder she breathed.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself, get on." Lincoln said again as the others started to catch up. "Oh god. If I puke on you, I'm sorry." Olivia jumped the best she could onto Lincoln's back putting her arms around his shoulders as he looped his arms around her legs.

"Why the HELL did you tell Self we could get a card holder by today?" Alex snapped at Michael who caught up, breathing hard. "he set the terms Alex, I had NO choice!" Michael yelled at him.

"Now NONE of us have a choice." Alex spat at him more, Michael pushing him back a little from being in his face. "And I am NOT going back to prison... And I still have things I need to take care of!" Alex went on, getting close to ripping his hair out.

"Then go ahead, go back and RUN!" Michael yelled at him, the sweat was dripping down his face. "Guys cut it out!" Sara was lent over with her hands on her knees, finally able to breath at a decent pace.

"We can't run anywhere with these things on our ankles." Lincoln was holding onto Olivia, trying to be the defuser, "there!" Olivia being higher up then the rest of them, seen an empty rail tunnel.

"It should block the signal." Michael said, seeing it and looking up at Olivia, "you genius." He said breaking into another run, Lincoln shortly behind him and Nikole keeping up with his run.

"We can't stay here forever." Alex said, as they started walking once inside the concrete structure. "Even if this blocks the signal, they'll eventually find us."

Michael pulled the emails from his pockets, laying them on a ledge, "Mike, what are you doing, we don't have time for this." Lincoln watched him, looking over them again.

"The answers are in here, I just have to find them." Michael was positive of it, he didn't want to be wrong, he couldn't be wrong. "Forget it, Self pulled the plug on us." Lincoln growled, moving across the train track.

"Mike, what if they go over each other..." Olivia had been staring at the posters hanging on the wall, and Michael looked at her. Putting the two together, he tried to get sunlight on them.

Before picking up a nail from the ground, he laid them down and started puncturing the constellations. "Power. Plant. New. Beach." Michael read off.

"There's a power plant in Newport Beach, that's your meeting place!" Alex exclaimed, "we don't have long until four o'clock." Nikole looked at her watch.

"How fast can you run?" Michael said pointing back toward the opening they came from...

Stealing a taxi, Lincoln stopped it just outside the power plant as the others got out, "stay here." He looked at Olivia, "stay with her?" He looked at Nikole who nodded.

"I'm fine you know." Olivia felt like she was being babied with ultimately, Lincoln kind of was to keep her safe and protected. "We won't be long – please, stay for me?" Lincoln asked and Olivia nodded. "Fine. But leave the AC on, I can feel some serious sweating in all the wrong places." She fanned herself with her hand.

Lincoln wanted to laugh, but he couldn't getting out of the taxi he started running with the others until a car pulled it blocking them off.

Lincoln went to turn around, but ran a little too quickly and he hit the side of a car, rolling over the hood and landing on the ground, "Lincoln!" Olivia exclaimed, jumping from the taxi, Nikole following her quickly.

"RUN LIV, RUN!" Lincoln got out as agents were yelling at him not to move, but Olivia ran to him barefoot and as quickly as possible getting down on her knees she put her hand on his back.

"Are you okay?" She whispered anxiously and he nodded, "I'm fine..." He said knowing they were screwed, the guns drawn on them.

"Agent Mahone, STOP!" Nikole watched an agent yell as they started running guns drawn after Alex, feeling herself being grabbed and someone putting handcuffs on her.

Another agent doing the same to Olivia and Lincoln, before they hauled Lincoln off the ground, someone came walking up with Sara in cuffs. "Scofield ran." He announced.

"It wont take long to find him." Don said taking out his phone with the GSP to their monitors, Lincoln glared and kicked it from his hand sending it across the open space to meet a demise on the hard ground.

"You're just delaying the inevitable, Lincoln." Don shook his head. "No that's inevitable is a meeting with Scylla!" He spat back. "SHUT UP!" Don yelled even louder back.

"Get them in the cars!" He pointed at them all. "We went through Tuxhorns PDA, they got a meeting on the other side of that building." Olivia stood still, her hands cuffed in the front.

"It's over." Don looked at her now. "It's not over..." Olivia refused to let it end this way. "IT'S OVER!" Don yelled in her face, before his brought his head back, bringing his hand up, he wiped the spit that met with his eye from Olivia's mouth.

Standing back at the warehouse, Olivia climbed into the large white transport van, sitting beside Lincoln, watching as Fernando, Bellick and Roland joined them in handcuffs.

"Real group of winners you hooked me up with Donnie, I appreciate it." Roland said sarcastically as he struggled with the agent hauling him into the van.

"What about them?" An agent asked looking between Sara and Nikole. Don stared at them, "let them go." He shrugged, they weren't his problem.

"You gotta be kidding me." Don said looking up hearing someone else pulling in, taking out his gun, he started walking toward the stopped taxi.

Olivia glanced back; "it's Michael." she whispered.

Watching the scene unfolding from the van, Michael showing Don his phone, watching Don's expression change drastically, he turned to look at one of his men, "let them go... All of them, put them back in the Warehouse." He ordered.

Sara walking out from the warehouse with her backpack and purse, she looked up seeing them all standing there, released and seeing Michael, she ran to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"You're okay, and the baby, okay?" Lincoln stood with Olivia, a troubled look on his face. "we're fine." Olivia assured. "Hungry though." She paused, "for really good curry..." She touched her belly. "oh... And a back massage." Olivia grinned.

"Deal." Lincoln nodded, watching everyone heading back inside, he stopped after he noticed Alex walking the opposite direction, Roland standing behind Lincoln, "hey where's mister personality going? If they check his bracelet he's busted." He called out.

"Leave, leave him be." Lincoln cracked him upside the head a little and pushed him off, starting to walk in behind him, he looked up seeing Nikole staring from a bit away, he wished he could tell her but it wasn't his pain to tell.

Michael watched as Alex found his way back inside, holding a large sealed envelope under his arm, he glanced to Lincoln, coming to sit by his brother. "What's up with Mahone?" He whispered.

Lincoln let the pen he was playing with fall to the table. "They murdered his son." He said lowly, "the Company killed him like – like they tried to kill LJ and Elle."

"Look, Linc I don't like the guy … But, talk to him, you understand. And if we're going to find those other cards, we need him at his best." Michael watched Alex disappear behind the wall. "and, he's hurting Nikole." He looked over to where the windows were to the dock, seeing Olivia, Nikole and Sara standing there trying to skip rocks on the ocean.

Coming around the corner, holding onto the storage self, Lincoln looked over Alex, seeing him spaced out. "Alex, I uh..." He listened to the man gasp as Lincoln caught him off guard.

"I know what happened." Lincoln lent on the opposite wall, watching Alex look down like a defeated, broken man. "I'm sorry." He said genuinely.

Sighing, trying to find his voice, Alex looked at Lincoln holding the pictures of his sons autopsy in his hands, "they did this... To get to me." His voice broke, tears welling up. "Then they let my wife stay alive … Just so she could tell me, that she was next. If, if I didn't turn myself in... Then who? Nikole?" He asked, "Now Pams in protective custody and I'm living in a damn warehouse trying to find the son of a bitch who killed my son!" He lost his, the tears starting falling.

"We're all here for something." Lincoln tried to understand, "you need to stay focused until this is done." He stepped closer to the man he use to hate so much. "I can do my job, I promise." Alex was nodded as he spoke.

"Good. And I promise I will do whatever it takes to find the man who killed your son and the people behind the hit, we're gonna get these guys Alex." Lincoln swore. "I'll help you."

Alex didn't want to trust him, but he didn't have many options. He stood up straight, trying to hide his tears and held his hand out to Lincoln, looking down at his hand, Lincoln grabbed it and shook it.

"You need to tell Nikole," he added, "for some reason beyond me she loves you... And just because you're hurting doesn't mean she has to suffer." Lincoln added, before he left Alex alone.

"Hey." He smiled seeing Olivia had come back inside their hands finding each others and their fingers lacing together, "have fun?" He asked jokingly.

"Skipping rocks? Oh yeah a blast. Sara cheats though." She looked at Sara who gasped. "I do not!" She looked surprised. "She so cheats, I've seen it." Michael chimed in, wrapping his arms around Sara, pulling her close.

"You jerk." Sara was looking in disbelief at Michael who winked at her. "But you love me." Michael said smiling at her, before looking at Nikole who was walking by then with a Macbook under her arm, heading toward the tiny bedrooms they had on the side of the warehouse by the washrooms and showers.

"Lets hit the sack... Maybe I can make up for my tongue getting interrupted." Lincoln slapped Olivia's ass lightly, making her jump.