【 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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"HE'S NOT GOING TO WANT TO TALK TO YOU, MIKE." Phoebe said quietly as her and Michael walked through the courtyard, headed towards Sucre, who was walking around the courtyard. Michael sighed.
"It's worth a shot." He said as Phoebe walked beside him towards Sucre. Phoebe sighed and shook her head to herself.
"If you say so." She mumbled as they approached the man.
"Sucre," Michael called out to him, but Sucre continued to walk past them.
"I'm not even talking to you, man." Sucre responded as he walked past them and towards the main gate that allowed them into the courtyard. Walking past him came Haywire, who paused in his steps and stared at the duo intently, the soft wind blowing through his messy curls of brown hair, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at them. Michael sighed and turned around, his back facing Haywire as Phoebe also turned her back to the man that gave her goosebumps.
"I told you." Phoebe murmured. Michael shook his head and sighed.
"He'll come around." Michael reassured. Phoebe cocked a brow and tilted her head curiously, crossing her arms.
"How are you so sure about that?" She inquired. Michael grinned.
"He wants to be reunited with his girlfriend. He'll come around." He repeated. Phoebe sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"You trust him too much, Mike," She said. "We need to think about other options." She suggested. Michael nodded, opening his mouth to speak when Abruzzi approached them suddenly.
"What's the problem?" Abruzzi asked nonchalantly. Michael had a glare on his face, but relaxed his face when Abruzzi approached. What isn't wrong? Phoebe thought to herself sullenly, but decided to remain silent, biting the inside of her cheek instead.
"Nothing I can't handle." Michael said, his tone deep and confident. Phoebe's stomach seemed to do a flip at this for some reason, her insides fluttering as the tone of his voice seemed to tickle her brain. Something about it just got a reaction out of her, and deep down she loved it. She didn't know why she was having these feelings. She shouldn't. Michael was supposed to focus on getting Sara Tancredi, not her. Besides, Michael didn't even like Phoebe that way... Phoebe shook her head in attempt to hold back these feelings, awkwardly crossing her legs as she looked away from Michael.
"Well, I knew there was a problem. I could tell by looking at you two from across the yard." Abruzzi said, getting up in Michael's face with a smug yet annoyed smile. "Guys, didn't I say there was a problem?" Abruzzi asked his minions, who stood a few feet away from them. The men only nodded, but didn't say anything in response. Phoebe rolled her eyes, annoyed. "So, what's the problem?" Abruzzi asked quietly, getting so close to Michael that Phoebe thought they could kiss. She placed her hand over her mouth, hiding her smile as she held back a chuckle. She couldn't help but jokingly imagine Abruzzi falling in love with Michael and kissing him. Michael's voice brought her back to their harsh reality.
