PHRONESIS | michael scofield

31.

31. ♞ PAYBACK
[ TW! ]

PHOEBE WALKED BESIDE MICHAEL through the gates leading into the courtyard, his eyes scanning the yard quickly, almost anxiously. Phoebe cocked a brow as she looked up at him.

"What are you looking for? Or should I say, who?" She questioned, head tilted as Michael didn't even bother to look down at her, scanning the yard. Michael hummed.

"Abruzzi." He responded, concentrated on finding the man. Phoebe started to scan the yard as well, looking from inmate to inmate in search of the man.

"What for?" Phoebe asked as she searched. Upon finally seeing him, Michael grabbed Phoebe's wrist, gently tugging her behind him as he rushed down the concrete sidewalk and towards Abruzzi.

"For some help getting rid of our little cell problem." Michael said quietly as he slowed his pace when they finally reached Abruzzi, Michael making sure Phoebe was standing beside him so he stood between her and Abruzzi, keeping some distance between them. "How are your contacts in Chemical Lockup?" Michael quickly asked Abruzzi. Phoebe cocked a brow.

"Not even a "hello"?" She teased quietly, luckily only Michael heard her, looking over at her with a small grin, giving her wrist a gentle squeeze as he still held onto her, and turning back to Abruzzi.

"Depends." Abruzzi said. "Who's asking?"

"I need a bottle of Drain Line Root Control." Michael explained with a sigh, releasing his grip on Phoebe's wrist and shoving his hands in his pants's pockets. Phoebe frowned to herself at his action, but realized it wasn't something she should be upset over. "Sooner than later." Abruzzi cocked a brow at him.

"You got weeds growing in your cell?" Abruzzi asked sarcastically, his brows scrunched together. Phoebe grinned.

"Just one." Michael said quietly as Phoebe turned to look behind them at the feeling of eyes burning into the back of her head. Sure enough, it was Haywire, anxiously tugging at the collar of his button up, his eyes red and swollen, bags heavily noticeable under his eyes from the extreme lack of sleep. He looked more scary than usual as he glared at Phoebe, his eyes scanning her exposed tattooed arm. Phoebe gulped, turning back around and rolling down the sleeve of her shirt. She felt a shiver go up her spine, and it wasn't because of the gentle cold breeze blowing past them.

"Yeah, a very big and creepy one." Phoebe murmured, which Abruzzi and Michael both heard this time. Abruzzi grinned at her and chuckled.