Ink ✔️ || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

54

LUCAS

A knock sounds at my door. My head snaps up at it and i just stare at it for a moment.

They knock again and then they start shouting, i can't hear what it is they are saying, but i don't need to. I already know.

I quickly take handfuls and handfuls of the papers off my table and throw them into a cupboard. I had been trying to come up with a plan to rescue LJ... trying being the key word.

The people at the door start shouting again and i fix my top before calming my rapid breathing and i go to open the door.

One of the men is in the middle of shouting as the door opens

"FBI-" he says

"Open up, yeah i know the drill" I say with a sigh.

One day. They gave me one day before they where at my door again, who knew i was this popular.

"Come on in gentlemen... I'm afraid i don't have an sodas this time" I say "I know that's why you really come over"

I mean it was bound to happen, my absolutely wicked sense of humour caused a few of the men to chuckle behind Mahone. He simply turned and gave them all glares before walking into the flat.

"What's your order again, Mahone? You don't like coffee but in your tea is it one sugar or two?" I ask as i walk into the kitchen "It's two isn't it?-"

"-two' We say at the same time

I smirk "Told you I'm good at this FBI business"

"Sure, But the drink won't be necessary Miss Lawrence" Mahone says

I put the tea bag down as i walk over and sit opposite him on the small table, just like old times

"Oh?" I say "And why is that? Not stopping long- I'm wishing out loud"

"Well it's your lucky day then as i only have a few questions" He says

I lean back as i crack my knuckles

"Ask away" I say "I'm an open notebook- oh sorry was that too soon?" I smirk

He ignores the jab as he gets out a piece of paper and puts his glasses on.

For 'only a few questions' he must have memory loss to have to write them down.

"Do you know that Scofield pre-payed for a voice-mail before he went to prison?" He asks me

"Nope" I say as i pop the 'p' "Why would i know that i met him after he came to prison" I say

"Second question, do you know anyone that Scofield might want to contact apart from you, Lincoln and LJ?"

I think about my response for a second... do i tell him about Veronica?

"Veronica" I say deciding that she is a high established lawyer and if he is an FBI agent then he would already know her "I don't know her last name, but she is fighting for Lincolns appeal" I say as i play with my nail

I look up, after a minute and i see him just looking at me

"What?" I ask "Is there something on my face or do you just like looking at it?" I joke

"Veronica Donovan is not on our watch anymore...Veronica Donovan is dead" He says

I drop my sarcastic, humorous act as i lean forward

"What?" I breathe out. This is the only genuine reaction i was ever going to allow him to see

"W-what? When?" I ask "How?"

"Some time at the beginning of the week... she was shot. That's all I'm going to tell you. I'm surprised Scofield didn't mention it" He says

I grow angry at that "You know for damn well I haven't seen him in a week, how he fuck would i have heard that from him?" I ask

He smirks "I was just checking"

I shake my head at his tack-ticks. Using sudden news to try to distract my mind and make me blurt out the truth.

Well i wasn't going to let him get under my skin. Within a millisecond i was back to my sarcastic self.

"Any other question Mr Insensitive?" I ask with a roll of my eyes

He scans his paper

"No, i think that's it" He says

He stands abruptly, leaving me utterly confused

"That's it. You came and asked me two questions and then told me my finacés friend is dead... anything else or were you really just coming to see my face after all?"

He doesn't say another word as he picks up his coat and walks to the door. He opens it and I almost expect a mail boy to be there, looking shocked.

"What's my prize? Did i win the jackpot for answering the questions right?" I ask, slightly annoyed that he thinks he can just leave me with unanswered questions.

He ignores me

Suddenly my anger gets the best of me

"No, NO! You don't just get to show up to my flat and ask me random questions! Tell me!!!! There is something you're not telling me" I say "What prepaid voice mail, what has that got to do with anything- what has that got to do with death?!" I ask, loosing control and my calm head going out the window.

I watch as all the men exit my flat.

Mahone stands there not answering any of my questions.

However, just as they are about to leave Mahone speaks

"Oh... i also thought i should tell you that we were following up a voice mail that Micheal left on his phone and we followed the signal ." He says

"So?! What has that got to do with anything?" I shout in utter annoyance

"When we showed up to where the signal stoped there was an accident... We haven't ID'd the bodies yet but i think you can put two and two together. You did say you were 'good at this FBI business'"

My mouth drops open

"Oh, almost forgot- here is my card in case an information happens to spring to your mind after the information I've given you sinks in"

"They- they're dead?!" I ask

"Have a good night Miss Lawrence" He says as he turn and begins to walk away

"They're dead?!" I shout again as tears start to fall. I watch as Mahone and his men exit the building, but he stops to give me one last glance.

"Mahone you can't just leave me like this!" I shout "Micheals dead?!" I choke on my tears

He just looks at me before he leaves

I stay where i am as i listen. I let the tears fall. I hear their cars driving off.

Then i stand up, wipe my tears and shut the door.

Stupid men, why can't they understand that I'm always one step ahead?

I walk back to my desk and get out my papers, i start to put them onto the table again before one falls to the floor.

I pick up the origami bird up from the floor with a smile.

We are always one step ahead.

We are indeed, we are indeed