To Have, But Not Hold |Raph x Reader| Book 2

Peep the pics above to see what Michael, Lincoln, and Fernando (Sucre) look like. My phone's broken so I couldn't edit the picture so I could only put their initials.

Raph's PoV

Raph jolted awake at the cry of a young child. Another wail of a baby erupts merely seconds later. He squinted his emerald eyes in order to see the meager clock on the wall that was illuminated by the small crack of moonlight from outside that shone through one of the cracks in the wall.

2:34 a.m.

Sighing, Raph looked over to the small piece of paper sitting in his cell. Raph shuffled over to the paper and plopped down in the corner of the small area. Folding, he began to make a figure that represented so much in his friend's past.

Raph's Memory

A few hours after (y/n) helped to stabilize Sucre, we all sat in the living room of our small home. Michael and Lincoln shared the story of the events that lead them to the woods behind our house.

I never thought that I would be helping convicted felons, but something about them allowed me to see they were the good guys. Yes, they broke out of jail, but it was all for a good reason.

"What's the bird for?" (Y/n) inquired, her (e/c) eyes shining with curiosity.

My eyes glanced to the small paper crane in his hands. Michael smiled a little and examined the bird.

"It's kind of like a messenger for me. I used the crane to assist our prison break and to send messages to my family and friends."

I raised an eye ridge, deep in thought. "Can you teach me how to make one?"

Everyone looked at me in confusion. They had just met me and already they knew my character.

"Big tough Raph wants to learn origami?" (Y/n) teased.

"You never know, it might be useful one day. Maybe I'll teach our children how to make them one day."

"You're such a softie." She chuckled as she left to get paper.

~~~~~

Raph scribbled a few sentences into the wing of the crane and dropped it into the air vent beside him. Ever since Leo was moved into the cell in the room below him, they've used this as a way of contact without appearing too suspicious to the guards.

Raph could only hope that his wife had found the birds he left on the trail to where ever they were located. He only knew small details about the place, and he could only hope that she would be able to decipher the codes that he had used.

~Y/n's PoV~

I was searching through the closest airline companies for the next flight to Panama. I was one click from buying my ticket when a knock erupted from the opposite side of the door. I walked over to the cabinet in your kitchen that held my silverware and grabbed the small emergency gun we kept in the back.

Sure, I could be over reacting, but with everything that's happening, I couldn't be too cautious. The knock sounded once again as I neared the door. Checking the peep hole, I could only make out the body of a muscular man. Slowly opening the door, I held the gun at my side. The person pushed the door open and ran inside, slamming the door behind him.

I held the stranger at gun point. The man turned around and held his hands up.

"(Y/n)! It's me!" His deep voice echoed slightly against the walls of the house.

"Lincoln? What are you doing here?" I sighed and lowered the gun before putting it down.

"I was in Chicago when someone handed me this paper crane." He scooted over so I could sit next to him.

I unfolded the bird and read the message inside.

I remember our 3rd date. The weather was beautiful, only about 62° or 70° out. We were talking about right triangles and how fashion was so different in '94 than it is now. But of course things have changed since then.

~The Painter

I read the note over and over again in my head. What did any of it mean?

"When I read it, I thought maybe it was coded, like how Michael used to do. I couldn't decipher it. But when I saw it was signed by the painter, I thought that maybe it could be from Raph."

"Wait, you were in Chicago?" I questioned.

"What does that have to do with anything I just said?" Lincoln sat up in his seat.

"I was about to go to Panama to look for you. My point is, if this message was given to you in Chicago, then maybe it's possible that there's a location hidden in the letter."

I read and focused in on the darkened words from the paper. "3rd... Which I'm assuming means 3. Ate... 8. Pass me my laptop."

"I think he's giving us the coordinates of where he is. 38.6270, 90.1994." I typed the numbers into the search engine.

"He's in St. Louis."