Chapter Three

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Disclaimer: I don't own prison break ... pretty simple.

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A/N: I wanted to make Sara more nervous around Lincoln, so I brought in the character of Carly as sort of a watch dog. She's excited about Sara liking Lincoln, but also doesn't want her to go too far with it, he is a prison inmate, after all.

As always, please read and review, I love feedback, even if it's to tell me how much I royally suck.

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Sara sat in the closed off room of the infirmary, fidgeting with her fingers, waiting for Lincoln to be brought up.

Her friend Carly was sitting in her office, and she could almost hear the incessant chuckles from the other room. Carly hadn't stopped smiling or laughing since she'd gotten to Sara's apartment at 4 in the morning. The two had spent the rest of the morning downing popcorn and catching up. Sara had explained the situation as best as she could, and while her friend was slightly hesitant at the fact that it really was an inmate that had her 'tummy all twisty' as they used to call it, she was just happy that Sara was giddy about something again.

Sara was snapped from her memories as the door to the infirmary opened, and Lincoln was shuffled inside.

"Thank you, Ed, that's fine," Sara said, as the C.O. took off Lincoln's shackles.

Ed nodded, and left the room. Sara and Lincoln were left alone again.

"Hi," he said. It was spoke with both fondness, as well as playfulnes.

She met his eyes, a gleeful/risky look in hers. "Hi, yourself."

A rare smile graced Lincoln's lips and leaned in for a kiss that Sara was only too happy to reciprocate.

After a few mississipies, Sara broke the kiss, and said with obvious breathlessness, "We really should do your physical..."

Lincoln grinned at her. "Be my guest, Doc."

Sara rolled her eyes at him and instructed him to roll up his shirt.

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It was the longest physical she'd never given, but well worth the suspicious look of the guard. Once again, Sara was happy she had only worn lip balm, and not her usual lip gloss.

Barely able to contain her grin, she made her way into her office as quickly as possible, passing her next few patients off to one of the nurses.

"Oh, was that him?" Carly asked, moving from Sara's chair to perch on her desk.

Sara nodded.

"He's ... fine!" Carly complimented.

Sara smiled. "He is that."

Carly jumped off the desk and grabbed her purse. "Come on, you're taking the rest of the day off."

Sara looked at her friend. "Well, it's kind of short notice. I'll have to clear it with the warden..."

"So do, that," Carly said. "Hurry up."

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An hour later, Sara found herself in the loudest, dirtiest daytime bar she had ever seen.

"Why are we here again?" Sara asked her friend, straining her her voice as well as her ears.

"We're here, my darling best friend, because you have obviously never stepped foor in this place, and I am all for broadening your horizons."

Sara snorted. "I'd say sneaking around with an inmate would count as broadening my horizons ..."

"Oh, please, that's way too easy, that's not broadening, that's taking advantage of what's right in front of you," Carly informed her. "I mean, the man's on death row, so you know it can't turn into anything. While it is a bit surprising to hear from you, it makes sense in the long run."

Carly shrugged her shoulders in a 'I understand' sort of way.

"But, I am impressed. This is definitely a step in the right direction."

Sara was quiet for a few moments, taking everything in.

"Something wrong?" Carly asked her, placing her hand on Sara's shoulder.

Sara turned her head towards her oldest friend and stared her down. "Lincoln is innocent. I have no intention of letting him die in that chair, whether I prove him innocent or break him out of prison myself. This isn't something that's happening just because, Carly. I like this guy. I really like him, and the fact that you think that what I'm doing with him is just a fling, tells me that you don't know who I am, at all."

Sara grabbed her purse and left her stool, throwing once last, attempted withering stare at Carly.

"Stop right there."

Despite herself, Sara stopped in her tracks. However, she had enough self control to not turn around.

Again, she heard Carly's voice behind her.

"Now you just wait one moment. You never said this was serious. You know me, the closest I ever got to a serious relationship was our English Lit. Professor, who was the most serious man you will ever meet, although dynamite in the sack ... anyway, off topic."

Carly got up from her stool and walked over to her friend.

"If this guy means this much to you, then I am happy for you, and I'm sorry if what I said was wrong. I thought ... well I thought you were starting to be more like me, but that's not who you are, and I should have realized that. I'm sorry, okay?"

Rolling her eyes begrudgingly, Sara turned towards her best friend. "Fine."

Carly smiled, but had the decency to at least keep her lips closed.

"Will you come back and sit down?"

Sara shook her head.

"Oh, fine then. Where do you want to go?"

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End Chapter 3.

Alright, people, where do you think Sara should take them to get back at Carly?

Suggestions, suggestions, suggestions ... pretty please?