The Guard - A Michael Scofield Fan Fiction

Chapter Seven

"Burrows for PI!" the main guard yelled as I entered the high security cell block. I was so glad Bellick allowed Lincoln to join the PI group. All thanks to me. Michael can finally spend more time with his brother. Lincoln was released from his cell and slowly walked over to me. I gave him a gentle smile and began to escort him towards the office block where the others where still working.

"Thank you Elise, honestly it means a lot for you to get me on PI" he said, a small smile grew on his face.

"You're welcome, Michael told me your situation, I was happy to help" I replied kindly.

As we approached the office block, the guard outside nodded at me as I came over. He then left so I could resume my position to monitor the PI work. I opened the door and saw the usual group hanging around inside. Didn't look like much work was going on. There was a large desk in the middle of the room on a shabby piece of carpet.

"Linc!" said Michael as he rushed over to give his brother a hug.

"Ok guys, get to work" I said. They all huffed and started on the wall plastering. I watched over them like a hawk, I was a little shocked at the lack of work that had been completed seeing as there was so many of them working in there?

"Can we talk... Outside" Michael came over to me, I noticed the others looking over at us anxiously. What was going on, did they know about me and Michael?

"Um, sure?" I said. Michael was quick to usher me outside, I squinted as the morning sun hit my face.

"Thank you for getting Linc on the team, it will be so nice to get to see him more" he said, gazing at the sun.

"Anytime" I said. "Look about the..."

"I'm sorry, I told you I just lost my control. It won't happen again. The last thing I'd want is for you to lose your job because of me" said Michael. I repeated his words 'it won't happen again' in my head. The reality of it upset me, he was right of course, but I knew deep down my feelings for him were real and they were not going away.

"I know, you're right... My job is all I have right now" I said, I looked into his eyes, I could trust him. "My friends and family are all in Florida, I came to Chicago alone".

"How comes you left Florida?" He asked.

I let out a small sigh, was I ready to open up to him? "I lost my way there" I began slowly. "I had everything a girl would want, the nice car, the big house, the cute dog"

"So what happened?" Michael persisted. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say.

"I was engaged, to a guy... I guess he wasn't the Prince Charming he made himself out to be" I said.

"What did he do?" Michael whispered, studying my face.

"He took everything from me, I lost absolutely everything... He..." I began to feel anxious at the memory.

"Hey, don't worry you don't have to tell me" he replied. My anxiety began to consume me, but I wanted to tell him.

"He beat me... He beat me to a pulp... He raped me in my own home... He began to take and deal drugs to pay for everything" my lip trembled at my words.

"Elise, I'm so sorry I had no idea" he said, I felt his hand brush ever so slightly against mine. I'd missed his touch, his warmth.

"It's ok, it's not really something people know about me... So I finally plucked up the courage to leave, start a fresh, a new life. I came here to honour my dad, I thought it would be a good place to start" I said.

"You're so brave, your dad would be so proud of you" he smiled with his kind words. I was so distracted talking to him that I failed to notice the large racket that has begun inside the office block. Surely wall plastering doesn't make this much noise?

"What is all that noise?" I questioned, as I went to walk inside.

"Wait" said Michael, I stopped and looked at him confused. "It's T-Bag, he's a little... Off the rails shall we say, anger management etc. likes to smash things up..." He said with a small smile. I rolled my eyes.

"Right?" I said, I wasn't sure I believed him. "You know he murdered my father?" I stated.

"Yes, I did know" he replied, bowing his head slightly.

"How long have you known?" I questioned.

"Your file..." Michael whispered.

"Of course, my file" I snapped, my mood had suddenly turned, Michael knew about my dads murderer before I did all because he snooped at my records. I huffed and opened the door to the office block. The inmates all looked over at me, slightly alarmed. I scanned the room. As predicted, next to no plastering had been done. I noticed a large amount of rubble on the floor, I don't remember seeing that there before? I needed to stop living in Michael dream land and start doing my job. "What is going on in here?!" I shouted.

"We're mixing the plaster?" joked Abruzzi.

"What was all the noise?" I demanded. I saw T-Bag grinning at me and he slowly came towards me. I shivered as he approached me.

"It's a man's world in here, pretty... Mind your mouth" he spat. "Maybe you could bend over... And sweep those floors" he jeered. His remarks were disrespectful. I heard a few giggles from the others in the room, I felt sick.

"Hey now, that's enough T" said Lincoln, as he ushered T-Bag away from me.

"This plastering needs to be finished... Today... No excuses" I said confidently. I stood and watched them all working for the next hour. Something was up, they all seemed very unsettled. They were probably using PI work as a reason to get out of their cells. I heard my radio buzz in my pocket so I stepped back outside to take the call.

"Elise, how is the work coming along" Bellick demanded.

"They're plastering now, I've told them they've only got today to finish" I replied. I turned around to see Michael had followed me out again.

"Good, do you need any back up?" Bellick questioned. My eyes locked with Michael's.

"Nope, all good here Brad" I said before ending the call.

"You ok?" Michael asked.

"I'm fine, please, my neck will be on the line if that work isn't finished" I begged.

"It will be done, I promise" Michael smiled. I found myself looking at his tattoos again. My eyes widened, I can't believe I didn't spot it before.

It was a map.