【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which Phoebe helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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PHOEBE AND MICHAEL SAT IN THEIR CELL, Phoebe on her bed and Michael on the floor. She had a book in her lap, a romance novel, the cover of it indicating that it was a very intimate and spicy book. She felt uncomfortable even holding the book.
"How did you even manage to get that in here?" Michael asked quietly, watching Phoebe flip through the book, which she had carved a hole into in the middle in the shape of the bolt that Michael had stolen. Phoebe shrugged.
"I asked Grant to call in a couple favors. You think the guys here will look through this book? Hell no. Not even I wanna look through it. I've read the first pages, it's uncomfortable to read." She said with a chuckle. Michael chuckled along, putting his hand out to her so she would give him the bolt. She pulled the bolt out from the gap in the book and handed it to him. Michael proceeded to crouch beside the toilet, using the filed end of the bolt as a screwdriver and carefully turning one of the screws on the toilet. Phoebe's eyes widened as she watched him, her heart racing. It worked...
"Open up, forty!" Bellick shouted from down the cell block. Phoebe scrambled to open the book on the pages where the gap was, and Michael hurried to tighten the screw again, handing Phoebe the bolt quickly as she shoved it into the book and slammed it shut, quickly hiding it under her mattress and jumping back onto her bed. She didn't know how she'd moved so fast in so little time. Even Michael was impressed with her speed, and he held back a chuckle as their cell door fully opened and Bellick stood there, smiling at them.
"Scofield," He greeted as he looked at Michael. Michael only stared at him, remaining silent. Bellick then turned to face Phoebe with a smirk and a nod. "Baldwin. Found you two a new cellie." He said as he stepped into the cell, standing a few feet away from them. Phoebe couldn't help but scoot further back into the bed. "As luck would have it, I found him in psych ward."
"Psych ward?" Phoebe asked quietly and incredulously. What was Bellick playing at? Someone from psych ward didn't belong amongst the other more intense inmates. Not only that, but they couldn't just have some random person as their cell mate. It was the whole issue with telling Sucre about their plan in the first place. This couldn't be happening. Bellick chuckled quietly and smirked.
"You two were the only ones with an empty mattress, since Sucre switched to a different cell. So..." Bellick explained. Michael glared at Bellick.
"Psych ward?" Michael repeated sullenly. Bellick cocked a brow at him, looking back and forth between the duo.
"You two got a problem with that?" He questioned in a mocking tone. "Cause if you do, please, feel free to drop it in my suggestion box here." He said as he leaned over Michael and tapped his baton to the toilet bowl. Michael gave the man a side-eye, glaring at him silently as Phoebe clenched her jaw. Bellick smirked, giving them a once-over again before walking out of the cell.
