"We got a picture of one of the licence plates from your video, Michael." Alex brought the picture printed out to the cork board they had set up and pinned it.

"The numbers are fuzzy, I can't make anything out." Brad squinted at it wondering if that could possibly make any difference. "It is a camera phone from fifty metres away..." Michael rubbing his forehead while he walked up to look at the picture.

"Forget the numbers, what's that next to the plate?" Alex pointed to it, joining them. "DMV?" Fernando suggested standing with his arms crossed, his thumb rubbing his bottom lip.

"It's a flag." Olivia pointed out, holding a stack of papers in one hand and a glass of lemonade in the other; the purple strapless sundress she wore clung to her in the right places.

"It's a diplomatic plate." She added putting the papers down by Roland ignoring the fact he was trying to stare at her cleavage, joining the others standing around the board.

"My god, you're a genius." Lincoln was eyeing her up and down, before winking at her, it made her cheeks pink as she thought about their activities last night.

"Well, I try." She kept a calm tone, sipping her drink the ice making soft clinks as they knocked into each other and the glass before resting still again. "I can try to blow up the flag picture." Roland was typing.

Lincoln moved to watch the computer screen, "if you look down my fiancees dress one more time, I will rip the eyeballs from your sockets." He breathed into his ear in a threatening whisper which caused Roland to pale. He swallowed roughly, sliding back and he stood up, rushing off toward the washrooms.

"Great going Linc, you scared the piss out of him." Fernando tried to sound serious but he was half smirking. Lincoln shrugged his shoulders, "there's the flag." He watched it download to a clearer imagine.

"Algeria?" Alex touched his face, "no, Turkey." He corrected himself, glancing to Michael. "Find me where the Turkish Consul is in town." Michael nodded.

"The guys name is Erol Tabak." Nikole spoke up, sitting at the far end of the table, her reading glasses reflecting the screen she was viewing, "and the consulate is downtown."

"Thanks Nik." Michael wasn't even aware she was paying attention to them. "But we can't get into the consulate." Fernando pointed out. "But we can follow him from there." Olivia pointed out.

"Liv, Linc, Alex, Fernando – let's take a drive." Michael picked up his cell phone, heading toward the SUV.

As they waited outside the consulate, Olivia was watching it out the passenger window through her sunglasses, Lincoln biting on his thumb nail from the driver seat.

"What do diplomates usually do?" Fernando asked from the back sitting behind Lincoln, "not a whole lot – but they can park anywhere they want." Alex said dryly.

"Liv, put this on the dash." Michael held the black hole device to her, she took it and slide it up the dash into the small space between the vent and the windshield. "And can we get any closer?"

Lincoln put the SUV in drive and started to roll slowly forward toward the black, tinted window car. "That's our guy." Olivia watched the man exit the car.

"Yeah?" Michael answered his phone as it started ringing, "he's got the card on him." Michael heard Roland telling him they were copying.

"That's his wife?" Lincoln asked seeing the attractive woman with a plastic surgery perfect face and perky breasts kissing him on the cheek. "Sign me up." Alex said giving half a laugh.

Lincoln turned to look at Alex in the back behind Olivia and his eyebrows arched in a warning. "Just kidding." Alex said nervously, hoping no one mentioned his comment to Nikole.

"You lost it." Roland said into Michael's ear, "how?" He asked, as they were stopped right beside the man. "Dude, I dunno." Roland shook his head from back at the warehouse.

"We lost it." Michael said, looking up. "We're right next to him, how?" Olivia gestured to the car and man half a metre away. "He's not the cardholder." Michael snapped his phone closed. "She is." She stared at the woman standing by the steps.

"Dude is looking at us with all kinds of crazy..." Olivia watched the body guard giving them the stare down, Lincoln started driving away before they got made.

"T-Bag's in town?" Brad asked seeing them all coming back up the stairs, having read a text message from Olivia alerting them they found T-Bag poking around the city.

"Yeah, but we lost him, could be anywhere by now." Fernando was starting to get frustrated with everything happening and nothing seeming to pay off.

"It's no where he's going, it's what he's doing." Michael stood with his hands on his hips, "Nando, breath." Olivia knew the look in his eyes, she touched his back lightly. "I'm fine, Mami." He nodded, giving her a small smile.

"We found something on Lisa Tabak." Nikole walked across the floor holding papers, she'd in the moment took over for Sara who was having a rough time dealing with the news of Bruce's death.

"That's great – what?" Michael pinched the bridge of his nose, looking in the direction of the dock where Sara sat alone outside against an empty rope spool.

"They are honouring her tonight at some kind of charity event." Nikole looked around at them. "So, we can get her there, that's good." Olivia clapped. "What's the event for?" She asked.

"She's the top donor for an organisation called Eagles and Angels." Roland looked up but shrugged.

"Eagles and Angels?" Alex looked up.

"You've heard of it?" Michael asked him and Alex nodded.

"When a police officer dies in the line of duty he's an eagle. The ones he leaves behind..." Alex trailed off, "... Are angels." He finished. "So if we're going to get near her, it's gonna be with about half the cops on LA."

"So, we need uniforms." Lincoln was leaning back in a chair. "We can't buy uniforms from a store..." Fernando was looking at Lincoln.

"So... We steal them." Lincoln sat up and lent against the table.

"What, just walk into a detachment and hope to god there's Uniforms around?" Fernando's lip twitched, "you're insane!" He whispered roughly.

"Yeah..." Lincoln nodded accepting that, "that's why she loves me..." He pointed at Olivia who nodded, "it's true." She kinda grinned...

… "I still think, I should come – this is dangerous." Olivia was following Lincoln to the SUV are they set a plan in motion to break into a police department and steal uniforms to use at the charity event.

"There's nothing you can do. Just stay put right here, with Nikole." Lincoln stopped walking to look at her, he toucher her face softly. "You need a get away driver." Olivia pointed out.

"Liv, you can't drive." Lincoln wanted to laugh at her determination. "We'll all be back soon, I promise." He lent in, kissing her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Olivia kissed him back her lips always buzzing from his kisses. "Okay." She whispered their lips still brushing against each others as they kiss ended. "It's warm – catch a tan or something – just take it easy." He nodded, giving her growing bump a small caress like he always did before they parted ways even for a short time.

"Here," Nikole held out the two powerful magnets from the speakers they'd busted to scramble the security cameras. "Thanks..." Alex said taking them, the tension between them was getting thick enough to be cut with a knife. "Nikole." He touched her arm.

Nikole looking down, seeing his hand and feeling his touch, "don't leave the others waiting." She stepped back his hand slipping from her arm, refusing to look into his eyes.

"I..." Alex closed his eyes, letting out a long breath, he nodded. "Bye." He finished, turning on his sneakers heading toward the cars, glancing back at her, she was looking away.

"So, everyone is gone – you gals wanna have a party?" Roland came down the stairs holding his computer a liquorice rope hanging from his mouth, he wiggled his eyebrows.

Turning in her chair, Olivia stared at him with a blank expression, "no chance in god damn hell." She assured him, "god you'd think some convicted felons would wanna have some fun." Roland said under his breath sitting down.

"Why don't you watch your mouth." Nikole joined them from the kitchen, her heels hitting the concrete floor, giving him a stare down. "I'm just saying, well I think Cindi Lapur said it; don't girls just wanna have fun?" Roland watched them both carefully.

"Of course we do." Olivia was spinning around in her chair slowly, before putting her foot down to stop herself looking him dead in the eyes, "Just not with five foot, shaggy haired Asian men." Her tone dark.

"I'm five foot six thank you very much." Roland said darkly, getting fed up with the abuse he took from everyone. "I've seen the inserts in your shoes, you ain't no five foot six." Olivia called him out.

Looking around, Roland finally glared back at her. "Hey, I know I wasn't part of The Fox River breakfast club but I'm getting real tired of you guys treating me like crap." He was snapping.

"You get treated like crap because you're a self absorbed douche, not because you weren't apart of the 'Breakfast Club'." Nikole assured him. "Yeah sure." Roland said under his breath.

"We're all here, because we helped each other out." Olivia was starting to feel like Lincoln was rubbing off on her more then she thought he was, feeling like she could behead Roland.

"Yeah, I read your files." Roland said darkly. "Like I said, Breakfast Club." He picked up his headphones, "you need to get laid, might make you happier." Olivia stood up.

"I've laid lots of times." Roland watched her pulling on a light black cardigan. "Yeah, but which times didn't cost you?" Nikole asked with a laugh, Olivia laughing with her.

"You know what? Screw you both." Roland kept pressing the volume button his his computer the music drowning them out.

"Hey, where you going?" Nikole asked seeing Sara walking toward the front door with her purse, looking sombre. "I just... I need to clear my head." Sara stopped to look over Olivia and Nikole.

She knew she wasn't apart of their duo super friendship, but it was easier being around them when they weren't being horrible to her, when they spent time with her while the others worked, she found some sanity with them.

"I'm just going to take a walk." She gestured to the small town area up over the hill from the dockyard. "Sure." Nikole nodded. "Do you want some company?" She offered the ginger woman, who she felt some sympathy toward.

"Uh," Sara put her wavy hair behind her ears, "no. I'm fine – I'd really like to just be alone right now." She nodded, sniffing. "No problem." Olivia bit her lip.

"Hey, Sara?" Nikole caught her attention as she started walking away from the other two women. "Yeah?" She turned back around. "Bruce was a good man, and … I'm sorry." Nikole said genuinely.

Sara nodded; "thank you." She forced a half smile, before turning around and kept walking around the warehouse disappearing from their view.

"She looks rough." Olivia absently admitted. "So, Lincoln and you made quite the ruckus last night." Nikole tried changing the subject from the man who helped her track down Sara in the first place.

"You heard?" Olivia asked quickly, she didn't realise they'd been that loud. "Oh yeah, I heard... The whole warehouse heard and I think probably half of downtown LA." Nikole remarked.

"Oh god." Olivia went pink, covering her face with her hands. "Oh, don't be embarrassed." Nikole rolled her eyes, "at least not with me – I'm a doctor." Nikole laughed. "And your best friend. Soak it up … I wish I was getting laid." She was trying to make the girl with bright pink cheeks more comfortable.

"Yeah, well." Olivia looked around, "if you and Alex don't do something soon the tension between you two is going to replace the Oxygen in the warehouse and we'll all suffocate." She cleared her throat.

"Don't flip this on me, you're the one single handedly responsible for lower Los Angeles not sleeping last night." Nikole poked her in the chest gently, smirking.

"Blame Lincoln." Olivia held her hands up in defence. "Blame me for what?" Lincoln's voice caught the pair off guard and they both jumped like two teenagers caught smoking in the washroom at school.

"Nothing darling." Olivia walked over placing her hand on his chest, her fingers playing up the police uniform he still dawned, giving Nikole a look that she better not open her mouth.

"Nuh, nuh." He shook his head, while his arm slipped around Olivia's waist. "What am I being blamed for?" He had heard the part of their conversation, and it didn't bother him, he was good at what it did.

"The mess you left in the kitchen." Nikole smoothly said, "I was hungry last night and it was dark." Lincoln shrugged. "Yeah, sounds like you worked up an appetite." Nikole snickered, walking by them she patted Lincoln on the shoulder, heading back into the warehouse.

"That loud huh?" Lincoln asked her, looking down over her face, loving how red her face was going. "Yeah..." Olivia trailed off casually. "I gotta say – the uniform suits you." Her fingers running against his chest again.

"Yeah, you like that?" Lincoln asked his lips forming into a smirk. "I do..." Olivia whispered. "Maybe, I'll just have to arrest you later." He winked and she could feel her knees weakening.

"Hey," Michael said catching Nikole as she walked inside, "have you seen Sara?" He'd asked Nikole to keep as close eye on her. "She said she had to clear her head and went for a walk." Nikole was looking over Michael's shoulder seeing Alex look around heading toward the back exit of the warehouse.

Finally deciding enough was enough, Nikole started to walk by Michael. "Did she seem alright?" Michael asked concerned and Nikole looked back at him, "she seemed like someone just died." She then realised how mean that sounded, "sorry Michael." She sighed.

"hey," he said calmly, we're all under a lot of stress, don't apologise." He gave her an assuring smile, before she walked off rather briskly. She was on a mission and Michael knew it.

Olivia seeing Brad sitting on a couch sitting ghostly, biting his nail as his elbows rested on his knees, "Brad?" She caught his attention with her soft tone.

"Yeah?" He asked a horrible sick feeling in his stomach as he relived the moment of driving a screw driver into the side of an Agent who had a gun to Lincoln's head at the event.

"Lincoln told me what happened." She sat down beside him, it was strange but it wasn't really up until this moment that she looked at him like a fellow human being, she always thought of him as being on an entirely different fence then her.

"It was nothing." Brad tried to straighten up, "for nothing it seems to be bothering you pretty bad." She pointed out. "And it wasn't nothing, you are the reason Lincoln came back today and I can't ever thank you enough." She touched his knee, "really, thank you Brad." She moved her hand and felt herself wrapping her arms around him, giving him a side hug.

Brad sat still, feeling her hugging him, it was something he never expected in a hundred years, he recalled all the terrible things he'd done in Fox River and he thought maybe now... Maybe now he was starting to redeem himself.

"Thank you." Olivia said again, kissing his cheek quickly before letting him go, she stood up and flashed him one more smile before she started walking off. Brad touching his cheek, smiled himself.

"Hey, Olivia?" He called out making her stop mid-step and she turned back to look at him, her palm resting on the top of her bump which was beginning to show more, like a half deflated basketball under her dress. "You're welcome."

Nodding, she smiled, finally walking off, seeing Lincoln sat in a chair at the table, she walked up behind him, her hands touched his shoulders before sliding down the front of his chest, leaning closer to him, she kissed his cheek.

As she did that, Lincoln brought his much larger hands up, taking hers into his and squeezing them gently. "For a minute there, I thought I wasn't going to see you again." He admitted vulnerably, "and it scared the hell out of me."

"You're here, that's what matters." She moved as Lincoln slide out the chair, letting her hands go for only a short minute, he pulled her down to sit on his lap and Olivia put her arms around his neck, bringing her head to rest against his.

Feeling his strong arms around her waist, she exhaled. "When this is over, we're disappearing." He thought about it, "Me, you... The kids, we're disappearing and never coming back." He nodded.

"Mmm." Olivia had her eyes closed trying to picture it. "Somewhere warm, by the ocean..." She pictured Elle-May and the baby on the sand, building a sandcastle, the waves gently rolling their way to shore.

"I don't care where, as long as its us and our family." Lincoln was playing with the undone button of her cardigan. "Soon." Olivia opened her eyes looking into his. "Soon." He repeated, leaning up kissing her.

They both looked over, hearing the door burst open and within seconds they knew it was Nikole by the sound of the shoes walking hurriedly.

Making an appearance, Nikole looked livid, her jaw was tight and her eyes ice not looking at anyone as she walked by. "What's got your panties in a twist?" Roland made his way from the kitchen standing in her way of leaving the main area, holding a bowl of cereal, the spoon hung from his mouth.

Nikole stopped walking, giving him a death stare, she just got back from fallowing Alex halfway across town to a diner where she saw what she was fearing the most, Alex with Pam rather tightly fit together in a booth.

Roland couldn't react fast enough as Nikole moved swiftly, barely hitting the bowl in his hand but hard enough it flipped and the cornflakes that habited the bowl now habited his t-shirt, milk droplets ran down his face as the plastic bowl met its fate with the ground and Nikole walked on.

"She has some serious anger issues." Roland tried brushing the cereal off himself.

Olivia looked away and to Lincoln, "should I talk to her?" She wondered, having no idea what Lincoln knew. "I think – you should leave her for a little while." He admitted, rubbing her lower back.

"Okay." She said trusting his opinion, a sinking feeling hitting her, it got worse seeing Alex making an appearance not long after, his eyes shifty but puffy underneath.

"Alex have you seen Sara?" Michael was worried, he spoke to her not long ago and she should've been back by now. "Uh, no." Alex admitted before he headed up the steps to the top half of the warehouse were some bunks were.

"I'm sure she's fine Michael, we really need to focus on getting into a secure building for the next card." Lincoln watched his brother. "Self is getting us blue prints." He rubbed the back of his neck, before answering his phone seeing Don's number.

As Michael hung up the phone, he looked watching Sara come running into the warehouse, "Sara, what happened?" He seeing the look of fear in her eyes.

"I'm fine, but someone was following me, I lost them about a mile back." She was catching her breath, taking her bag off and setting it on the table.

Michael coming to her, put his hands on her arms, seeing her looking nervous. "I don't think there's anyway he could've following me back here, I made sure of that." She nodded.

"What did he look like?" Lincoln asked still sitting with Olivia on his lap. "Uh..." Sara racked her brain that was running a million miles an hour, "tall, black – had a beard." She swallowed hard.

"Is this the guy?" Alex made his presence known, holding up a photograph to her face and Sara froze, "yeah..."

"Whose that?" Michael asked watching Sara taking the picture and gazing over it.

With a shaky voice, Alex spoke; "that's the man who killed my son." Hearing that, Olivia put her hand over her mouth in shock, things were starting to become clear, why Alex was so distracted, and that Nikole had no idea.

"Now he's coming to kill us." Michael whispered. "No one is going to kill us." Lincoln was trying not to freak out Olivia. "Listen we just need a plan to get into Oren's office and copy that card." He was moving subjects.

"Getting in isn't the problem Linc, it's getting into the safe." Michael wanted to snap at him, everyone always thought he could just cook up miracles and it was making the constant dull pain in his head turn to sharp-stabbing like pain.

"Right, I know – sorry." Lincoln spoke, while watching Michael's eyes, something was different about them. "Look, I know we're going from one card to next pretty quick and things are looking closer to the end. But we can't start slacking now." He pointed out.

"What if we go into the office opposite to him and go through the wall?" Olivia had been staring at the floor blue prints.

"Someone would hear the very loud drill we'd have to use for that..." Michael watched her, before he snapped his fingers. "Olivia, you're a genius!" He said again, looking down at the blue prints.

"I've been told a time or two." She admitted, "this is crazy enough it might work and I need all hands on deck." Michael started to plan and plot.

"For what?" Lincoln asked, Fernando and Brad joining them, watching Michael; "We get Self to get us into the building with his access card, Bellick and Sucre, you two pose as cleaning staff that will be cleaning up a stain out front of Orens office."

"With what? A little spray and a sponge?" Fernando looked at Michael like he was nuts, "no." Michael smirked, "a very loud vacuum." He looked at Olivia and Lincoln.

"We'll take the elevator and drop it just above floor ten and take the grate out of the top, and come in from the ceiling, Liv you were my Chemistry partner... How would we get into that safe." He watched her.

Olivia looked up at him, feeling her mind clicking. "Iron Oxide and heat." Michael was grinning and nodded as she spoke. "I think, I'm gonna... I'm, gonna..." Alex was stammering, "go after this guy?" He was holding the picture of Wyatt close.

"Stop him before he finds us and everything we've worked for was for nothing." Alex felt exposed as everyone standing in the room with him now knew he's secret.

"Okay Alex." Michael nodded knowing if he forced him into the plan, he'd be distracted and no help at all. "Ah Michael, what would you like me to do?" Sara asked.

"Stay here." He was tapping a pen against his palm, "where you'll be safe." He smiled at her and she exhaled nodding.

"I look, so hot right now." Olivia ran her hands down her sides slowly, wearing a pair of purple leggings and a loose fitting black shirt with different comic-book like symbols scattered across it.

"Yes, you do." Lincoln was kneeing on the floor of the office, after having taken the dry wall out from behind the safe. Olivia grinned. "Once you get through the wall with the drill, Liv and I will safe the compound ready." Michael was taking the supplies from his backpack.

"Great." Lincoln said hearing the vacuum going outside the office door, he picked up the drill and started drilling through the safe carefully.

"Don't inhale this in." Michael shook a bottle of power from an etch-a-sketch, seeing Olivia rather close to him. "What?" He noticed she was giving him an off look as Lincoln was busy and not paying attention to him.

"I saw the nose bleed, Michael." She voice low, thinking about watching the two droplets of blood falling from his nose as they held a grate in place not 10 minutes ago.

"It's nothing." Michael unscrewed the bottle and started pouring it into the squeeze bottle Olivia was holding. "It wasn't nothing when you were thirteen." She recalled, remembering her visits to him in the hospital.

"Please just don't mention it to Sara – Or Nikole." He added. "They are Doctors, they can help you." Olivia didn't want to lose her best guy friend. "I'm just getting use to the warmer climate okay? It's not rainy wet Chicago." He tried brushing her insinuations away.

"You should've gotten use to it in Panama then, huh?" Olivia didn't believe a word from his mouth. "Liv, please." Michael almost mouthed to her.

"I will not lose you Michael Scofield, because you are stubborn." She said harsh.

Michael taking her hand into his, squeezed it. "Liv – you've never lost me before, you aren't going to lose me now, not this close to the end, I promise you." He nodded.

He kept pacing between the main section and the hallway where Nikole's office was, Alex pulling at his hair. He didn't want to do this alone anymore, he didn't have to do the manhunt without Nikole... She'd always been there, a pain in his ass for the longest time, but it was comforting knowing someone was there.

"I wouldn't go near her buddy boy, she's in one foul bitch-mood." Ronald had been staring down at him pacing around and Alex looked up. "About?" He would be the first to admit he didn't pay near enough attention to Nikole, they'd barely spoke to each other.

"I got no idea, but I ended up wearing my cornflakes this afternoon, so I'm steering clear of that until her periods over or whatever." Ronald put his hands up before going back to his computer.

Sucking in a deep breath, Alex held his head up and he knocked on the door before letting himself in, looking at the back of Nikole's head. "Nikki." He said her name and she tensed.

"What?" She asked darkly, not looking away from the computer monitor, she was watching the office building the others were at, seeing their GPS tags flashing.

"Can we talk?" His fingers drumming nervously on the exam table, one hand sliding into his pocket. "About?" She was short with him as she finally turned in the chair.

Their eyes meeting and Alex swallowed, the eyes he stared into weren't the eyes of the woman he cared for, it was an entirely different person gazing into his soul.

"I can't really explain, but I need your help." He admitted. "With?" She asked standing up now, crossing her arms tightly and Alex knew it to be a defensive move, closing herself off from him.

"Finding someone." He said, Nikole was tired of his cryptic wording, "who?" She pressed on. "I can't... I … I can't tell you." He didn't want her to know, "I just need your help, please?" He was giving her the eyes that use to melt her, "if you can't tell me who, you're wasting your time." She said.

"You know there was a time you use to follow me into the abyss, not knowing what waited for us on the other side." He breathlessly laughed. "What's your point Mahone?" Nikole grew tired of the back tracking.

As she called him by his surname, it felt like another knife to the chest. He'd kept secrets for too run and he was dangerously close to losing her forever.

Nodding he opened the office door, "another time Nik." He disappeared from the office, closing the door behind him. He lingered on the other side.

Hearing the door close, Nikole brushed her hands under her eyes quickly, "be careful." She whispered, she hated him, but all the same she loved him so much.

"God, you're amazing, my Chemist." Lincoln was kissing Olivia's neck feeling victorious as they left the office building. "Linc, stop." Olivia was giggling trying to push him away feeling like it might be another night downtown LA didn't sleep...