【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which she helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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PHOEBE HESITATED TO KNOCK as she stood behind the closed door of her half-sister's mansion, but she managed to do so. It had been five days since Michael's arrest, and Phoebe had yet to visit him; she knew she was going to be arrested on the spot if she even tried.
The heavy wooden door swung open and Phoebe's sister stood behind it with her three month old baby in her arms, a look of surprise on her face when she saw just who was standing on the other side of the door.
"Phoebe? Are you alright? Come in!" Grace Parker said. Grace welcomed her inside, shutting the door behind her as she examined Phoebe's clothes. "You look— different. Where's your usual skirts and fancy shirts and heels?" She joked. Phoebe sported an oversized black hoodie and black leggings with white sneakers, her hair was thrown up into a messy bun above her head, which was way out of the usual for her. The sparkly black dress shirt, skirt, and black heels Phoebe had worn to the bank robbery had been, sadly, disposed of, along with her gun.
"I'm fine, Grace, really. Just not in the mood for skirts and heels today." Phoebe said in a monotone. Grace nodded and let out a loud sigh.
"I heard about your friend, I'm so sorry." Grace voiced sullenly. Phoebe tilted her head slightly, as if confused. She didn't know why she was doing it, but she felt it natural to act confused. Upon noticing her half-sister's facial expression, Grace elaborated. "You know... Michael." Grace mumbled, "He robbed a bank like five days ago, he had someone helping him but they haven't caught his accomplice yet..."
"Yeah— uh, I know." Phoebe said with a sigh. She didn't want to admit it to Grace at first, but she realized she'd be knowing about it sooner or later, so she decided the former was better. "I— uh... I was there." Phoebe quietly admitted and cleared her throat. Grace furrowed her brows in confusion.
"What do you mean you were there? You were at the bank when it happened?" Grace asked in slight worry, cradling her sleeping baby boy in her arms.
"No." Phoebe said as she let out a sigh. "I'm his accomplice." She deadpanned. Grace stood there in silence, her eyes as wide as saucers as she clenched her jaw. Suddenly, it was as if the world was spinning and she felt as if she were going to faint, and if it weren't for Phoebe helping her to the couch, she would've collapsed with her baby in her arms.
"Why would you two do something like this?" Grace cried, "You both have great jobs and great lives, you were about ready to settle down like David and I! Why couldn't you have done that?!" Grace scolded, her eyes becoming watery as her lip quivered. Something snapped inside Phoebe. She was beyond furious. How could Grace compare Phoebe's and Michael's lives to hers? Grace had had it easy after their parents had died, and she had it easy now.
"Well excuse me, but not all of us got to live in a nice fucking mansion after mom and dad died. The Scofield-Burrows family took me in, and I was so thankful for Michael and Lincoln. They were there for me. They're my family, too. I don't turn my back on family. Specially not when they need me most." Phoebe seethed, her face scrunching in anger as she moved closer and closer to Grace. Grace gulped at her sister's harsh tone of voice. Phoebe had never spoken to her like that before.
"I understand Michael would want to break his brother out of prison, but why did he drag you into this, Phoebe? You three might be close friends but you have no duty to them. They're not actually your family." Grace explained and turned her head towards the news on the television, not paying anymore attention to Phoebe.
"No, they are family. Maybe not yours, but they're my family and they always will be." Phoebe spat, slipping her hands into her hoodie pocket and sighing. "I'm sorry Grace, I really really am, but when I get arrested, just know that—" Grace quickly shushed Phoebe, pointing at the television screen which flashed pictures of her and Michael. Phoebe sighed when she realized Grace wasn't paying attention to her.
"After five days of searching for Michael Scofield's accomplice in the robbery taken place at the bank, a witness who recognized her has identified the woman as Phoebe Baldwin. Authorities are now on their way to Baldwin and Scofield's homes and the homes of their families to arrest Baldwin. If anyone sees this woman or has any information on her whereabouts, please dial 911 immediately." Phoebe sat calmly besides Grace, who had tears streaming down her cheeks, and rested against the couch.
"You have to get out of here, Bee. They'll arrest you!" Grace screeched, her voice trembled and Phoebe did nothing but nod.
"I know." She deadpanned. "Don't worry, we'll be out soon." Phoebe reassured with a shrug. Grace sniffled and shook her head.
"Why?" Grace whispered in disbelief once more. Phoebe sighed, looking down at her sneakers.
"Look, you know that after mom and dad died, we were all separated and taken into different foster homes. I might've not spent much time living with Michael and Lincoln but those two are like my brothers, they would do the same for me if I was the one on death row." She said, more calmly this time. Grace nodded.
"How have you not been caught yet?" Grace questioned. Phoebe chuckled, turning her head to face Grace and her baby. Phoebe stared at her nephew, his small blue eyes fluttering open as he awoke, the surprisingly calm baby simply staring back at his aunt. A strange feeling of desire settled in the pit of Phoebe's stomach.
"I know how to be sneaky." Phoebe said as she shrugged and adverted her eyes away from the baby. "Besides, I'm not prettied up like I usually am." Phoebe chuckled. Suddenly, multiple footsteps followed by a loud knock came to the front door. A tear ran down Grace's cheek and she gave Phoebe a frightful smile as they both knew what came next. Phoebe would never admit it to Grace, but she was terrified. She trusted Michael and his plan with her life, though. Phoebe motioned for Grace to open the door, leaning back against the couch seemingly careless.
"Good day Mrs Parker. Sorry to interrupt you, but we're looking for your sister, Phoebe Baldwin. Any chance you know where she is?" A deep masculine voice came from the other side that intimidated Phoebe and sent a chill up her spine. Grace nodded.
"Right... yeah, she's in here." Grace cried, opening the door wide enough for them to see Phoebe.
"Baldwin, don't move! Put your hands behind your head and turn!" The officer demanded in shouts, his gun aimed at her as his men waited behind him. Phoebe stood from the couch and did as told, only to be harshly pushed onto a glass table besides the couch and cuffed. "Phoebe Baldwin, you're under arrest, you have the right to remain silent." The officer recited. While Phoebe was being escorted out of the mansion, she gave Grace a wink and a smirk.
