If you love me | Alex Mahone

Anger was too short for what Alexandria was feeling. She was pissed. Infuriated. She hated how much small details like that gravestone affected her. She was doing her job, and nothing could come in between. That's how she was trained. The scar on the back of her neck conveniently started scratching, as if someone somewhere was reminding her to always stay on track.

The worst part of it is that, as a matter of fact, Alexander was not mad at her. She'd known him for almost six years, and as if it wasn't evident by now, they knew each other extremely well. His intense blue eyes, cold and expressionless for most, were like an open window to her. Every plan, strategy, action, and even physical movement that he was thinking of, she was right there with him.

The same couldn't be said about the personal part of their relationship. He was like entering those illusion houses at carnivals, where dozens of mirrors were strategically placed to trick the mind. And she was making no real effort to find him through the maze. They were sometimes too far away, not even sharing their weekend or if they went to the movies last night (she never did). That's why his divorce from Pam came like a shock to her. She never saw it coming; to be fair, neither did Alexander.

They were sometimes too close, like the one time they were trapped inside a burning barn, and it ended up with both holding hands and telling each other stupid stories and facts about themselves because they genuinely thought it was the end. That was the first time he heard her laugh and saw her smile.

He wasn't mad at her. But she was.

Maybe that's why she was on high alert mode when she and Alexander met L.J. Burrows. The part of her that made her lower her guard when she was dealing with kids wasn't exactly working. They were talking about Lincoln Burrows' kid. And consequently, Scofield's nephew. They didn't buy that the kid was totally clueless about the mysterious message that his "lawyer" left him. But most importantly, she didn't buy that he needed to tie his shoes at that precise moment.

"On the third, look out for Otis Wright."

As they were standing in front of the elevators, her eyes started moving around. That's when she noticed that they were on the third floor and that both elevators had a sign that read "OTIS Manufacturing." L.J. kneeling down to tie his shoes as soon as the left elevator opened gave her everything she needed.

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The birdbath was starting to talk to him again. With the exception of one person, if he were to say that sentence to any other human, they would immediately call the Psych ward. But it was true. The birdbath in his backyard was louder than usual, and his insomnia was getting worse and worse. In a way, he was thankful that the operation would keep him out of home for days, even weeks. Maybe he should ask her to stay with her for a few days. Or maybe he should burn everything to the ground.

His hand reached to his left pocket, his fingers dancing around his pen cap. The metallic sensation was enough to send shivers down his spine. He knew he had a problem, but that was the last one on his list. The phone call regarding the detention of L.J. Burrows was enough to snap him out of his trance and silence once and for all that damn birdbath.

The kid was not cooperating, and they just wasted time, precious time that Scofield would use to play another of his cards. As they were leaving the interrogation room, he could tell that Jones was as tense as he was. They were clearly trying to hold onto their "no harm to the kids" agreement, but it was extremely difficult to maintain with the Scofield-Burrows family. While waiting for the kid to leave with his police officer, Mahone felt a slight touch on his left hand and followed Alexandria's gaze.