From the start, he had always seen her as a monster. Evil Susan B Anthony, holding his son's life in her hands. But now, he wasn't sure exactly how, but he'd come to see her as a person.

"I'm just a soldier in all this."

He'd lost count of the number of times she'd told him that, shifting the responsibility of the whole situation onto someone else's hands, someone higher up in the Company, dictating everything. But it didn't change the fact that she had beheaded Sara, the love of his brother's life, right in front of sixteen year-old LJ.

"That bitch is crazy. She cut Sara's head off." Lincoln felt sick as he remembered his son's words. "I was there. I closed my eyes but I heard it."

No matter what orders she was following, Susan, or Gretchen, or whatever her name might be, she was dangerous. Maybe that was the attraction.

"You have a better chance at banging me on that bar than you do of talking to her." She'd said when he'd asked if Michael could phone Sara.

Right from then, no doubt down to spending three years in prison, Lincoln thought that he wouldn't half mind banging Susan B on a bar, someday, under different circumstances.

"I appreciate the offer but I'll pass." He'd told her.

He couldn't possibly crush on this woman, this evil, manipulative, impossible woman. It just wouldn't be right. She killed Sara, came far to close to killing LJ, threatened him, bullied him. How could he possibly even begin to think of her in that way? Maybe it was her attitude, or the fact that she just oozed sexy. Her confidence, the way she walked, talked, all of it was just incredibly sexy. At least it was to Lincoln. He ran a hand over his head in exasperation, staring at the drink before him on the bar. God how he just fuck Susan on it right now. Thinking about her like this was so wrong. So, so wrong. But maybe that just made him fancy her more. The fact that it was wrong made it hot, and if he didn't start thinking about something else within the next few seconds he was going to have a problem and have to make a hasty trip to the bathroom.

'Think about LJ.' He said to himself with a sigh. 'Think about what she's done to him, and to Sara. You can't like her.'

"Oh you gotta be kidding me." He muttered, looking up from the bar to see the last thing he needed to be in front of his eyes right now.

But she didn't look at him. In fact, she didn't look at anyone. Gretchen simply ordered a drink and sat down, alone, in a corner. Lincoln couldn't help but stare. What were the chances of her walking into the same bar he was drinking at? Surely there had to be a reason. But she wasn't even looking at him. She hadn't even seemed to notice he was there. Lincoln squinted slightly, Gretchen almost looked, well, unhappy. Sad. But that couldn't be right. She was emotionless after all, to have beheaded Sara, she had to be.

"Just following orders."

She was always saying that, too. She didn't choose to do what she did, that was the Company. She was merely a worker. He couldn't stay in the bar now, he should just go. Lincoln downed the rest of his drink and headed for the door, realising that he had to pass Gretchen's seat to get there. Maybe that was the plan, she was going to capture him for some reason or another, playing the innocent to catch him off guard. But as Lincoln got closer, he saw that her head was hung, staring into her glass just like he had been. She looked genuinely sad. He walked past, she still hadn't seen him, hadn't made any sort of move towards him. It definitely wasn't a plan.

"You alright?"

Before he knew what he was doing he had walked back, standing by her table almost awkwardly. She started slightly at the sound of his voice.

"Lincoln?"

His eyes widened for a second, shocked not only by the croak in her voice, but the two tear tracks running down her face, one from each eye. She looked utterly vulnerable. To see her now, no one could ever imagine the crimes she had committed, all the lives she must have ruined. She cleared her throat and looked away, trying to dry her eyes without him noticing.

"What are you doing here?" She said, trying to compose the voice she normally used when trying to intimidate him.

Lincoln reached out, pulling her hair away from her face to reveal the tears. She automatically grabbed his wrist, holding it as tightly as she could, desperate to keep it away from her. He stared at where she held him, gripping like a ferocious rodent, shocked and terrified.

"It's alright." He said, calmly taking his hand from her grip.

"Go home, Lincoln."

He stood still, rooted to the spot, just looking at her. He'd never seen her like this before. On each of their encounters she'd always been strong, powerful, but now she was the complete opposite. He breathed deeply and decided to take a chance.

"But I don't have a home." He said, pulling up a chair opposite her. "Three years in prison and now no place to call my own."

Gretchen didn't look up. Lincoln wasn't sure whether or not that was a good thing.

"If you think that this is somehow going to help you get your son back-"

"This isn't about LJ." Said Lincoln. "Just this once, leave him out of it."

She finally looked up and fixed him with a hard stare. When she didn't speak again, Lincoln went on.

"Why're you crying?"

"That's none of your business." She said quickly and coldly. "And I think it's time you left."

When he made no effort to get up, Gretchen stood.

"I'll see you, Lincoln." She told him, her normal, confident voice back to full power.

She had only walked a few steps before he got up to follow her. Once they were out on the deserted street, she turned on him, pinning him against the wall.

"If you even think about following me..."

He just stared at her, unfazed. Gretchen clenched the fist holding the collar of his jacket a little tighter. She looked so hot when she was angry. Not when she was 'about to kill LJ angry', but right now, oh how he could do her right now. And then he couldn't stop himself. With all his strength he pushed forward and grabbed her, pulling her into a desperate kiss. For a moment, her hands struggled, this had to be some kind of trap for him to get his son back. But then her lips were responding to his. Everything about her was responding. From then on, neither of them spoke. They barely parted lips as Lincoln pulled her down a nearby alley and pinned her against the cold bricks of the Panamanian bar. He was already getting hard. Just the feel of her tongue in his mouth, her breath hot on his face as she came up for air was enough to nearly send him over the edge.

"If this is a trick." She whispered into his ear as he reached up her skirt to find her panties. "Your son's as good as dead."

Lincoln responded by slipping a finger inside her, delighted to find her so wet and ready for him. She gasped at his touch, leaning back into the wall as he slipped in a second finger. He stared at her eyes as his fingers fucked her, the ghosts of her tear tracks staring back at him. When he withdrew, it felt almost painful. Gretchen wanted him inside her so much. It seemed to take him forever to unzip his pants, but when he finally did, and he was slowly sliding inside her, his width making her gasp as he filled her, she decided it was worth the wait.

"Lincoln!"

She couldn't help the quiet gasp that escaped her lips as he thrust roughly into her, grunting with pleasure when she clenched around him, her legs tightly wrapped around his hips. It wasn't long before she lost control, moaning as quietly as she possibly could as she came hard. A few more thrusts and Lincoln joined her, emptying himself inside a woman for the first time in three long years. It felt so good it was unreal. As the last waves of pleasure flooded him, he opened his eyes and looked at her. He didn't want this to be over just yet. He leant forward and kissed her, much more gently than before, holding her legs around him tightly, limp inside her wetness.

"No." She whispered, pulling out of the kiss and turning her face from his.

"What?" He asked, his voice low and gruff in her ear.

Gretchen reached forward and removed his hands from her legs, unwrapping them from around him and feeling him slide out of her as she put her feet back on the ground. She breathed out, very aware that he was still pinning her to the wall. She looked up at him and reached to his pants, sliding his cock back inside his pants and zipping them up.

"You were crying." He said when she looked back up at him. "When I found you in the bar."

"If you had to do some of the things I have to do Lincoln, you'd need to cry sometimes too."

"So you do have a heart."

The ghost of a smile twitched the corner of her lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Lincoln." She said, straightening out her clothes and getting out of Lincoln's hold.

Lincoln turned and watched her walk away, knowing that by tomorrow this would all have to be forgotten.