The outside (R18)

This is only the beginning

Keli's POV
I obviously had to go home after my interrogation, knowing the police where following me, I could not go anywhere near Franky for the time being. I was watching TV, waiting, and hoping for some sort of answer. I see a braking news come up on the telly. They are saying how Franky has been found and taken to hospital. They also mentioned how possible evidence to prove her innocence was found in the garage, the location of her arrest, and that police are awaiting a final decision for Franky's fate. The news report finishes, and I rush into my car, and drive to the hospital. At this point, I don't care if I'm in trouble, I need to make sure that my baby is okay.
I rush to the hospital, and ask to see Franky. The lady at the desk directs me to the room she is in, and I rush to her side. I see her there, asleep, cuffed to the bars of the hospital bed. I sit next to her. I begin to softly run my hands along her hair, as I watch her slowly wake up.

"Hey." She says softly. "Hey, baby." I say to her. "The garage... I found it. I found the shrine!" She says quietly, with only a little bit of breath in her speech. "I know!" I say to her, with a smile. She moves her hand up toward me, realising she is cuffed. I grab her hand, and hold it gently, as I gaze at her and smile. "You did good, my girl. I knew you could do it." She looks at me with a smile, as she begins to softly run her thumb along my hand. Then, the detective approaches. "Franky, do you have any idea as to the whereabouts of Joan Ferguson?" "No." She replies. "You two escaped together, didn't you?" He asks. "No, the first I heard about it was in the papers, but I found a photo. There was a fingerprint on it, there was blood." Says Franky. "We have already established that the print belonged to Iman Ferrar, the blood belonged to Mike Pennisi." I look up quickly, "so, that proves that she was the killer, right?" "No." He Says. Franky and I look at each other, scared. "But we did find something else." He adds. Franky and I look up. "A mobile phone. On it were photos that Ferrar had taken. All of Mike Pennisi, dead. It's obvious she took them right after she shot him." Franky sighs heavily. "Given all that, I recommend the dropping of all charges." Franky sighs again, even more heavily than the first, as tears of happiness begin to run down her face. I begin to smile heavily. Oh my god. They un-cuff Franky from the bars, and I quickly grab her hands again. "You did it baby, your free!" Her grin is wide and her eyes are watery. "No, Keli. We did it! We are free."