I don't own Home Alone


Prison.

The whole place smelled like an aroma that made Harry cringe in disgust. The one place which he had been hoping to avoid was one that he was trapped in. A medium sized cage with steel bars that felt cold to the touch.

All because of those little creeps Harry bitterly thought as he tightly clenched the steel bars in his grip. If he would ever get out of this place, there was going to be hell to pay with those two if he ever came in contact with them. Who knew if those little brats told their parents everything about the burglary. Mumbling under his breath, Harry sat down on the bottom bunk bed and let out a puff of breath. He wanted to lie down but the top of his head had been mummified on the wounds that he had suffered after going through that 'fun house.'

He looked up at the top bunk bed when he heard a whimper escaping from Marv and noticed one of his bandaged feet dangling from the bed. After taking their mug shots, it was a trip to the doctor's, and then their incarceration for who knows how long. What Harry had intricately planned between him and Marv was to steal as many houses as they could, pawn them off for some money, and then ditch the place and settle into another town, though he knew that there was an obstacle in the way, which would be Harry's wife. He had hoped to keep this a secret from her, and he knew that she wouldn't catch on so quickly as to why they would ditch Chicago in the first place. Now that his whole scheme has been annihilated, the whole truth had to come out. And in such an ugly way.

"Goddamn it," Marv seethed through his teeth as he turned to his side and tried to get some rest. His whole body was bruised and he wasn't able to have gotten any rest last night. What rest? There was no such thing as getting a decent sleep in a jail cell. Not only that but both of his feet stung from the pain that they had gone through last night. He only hoped that he wouldn't get an infection after that nail punctured through his skin. However, no pain was worth having to do time in jail...and for how long. "Hey...Harry?" Marv asked and positioned himself to the side of the bed.

"What?" the other burglar asked.

"How long did they say that we are going to stay in here?" Marv asked.

Harry swallowed all of the urge to grab his pillow and hit Marv with it. The sentencing had not even started yet and Marv expected to have the answer right this moment. One thing that Harry knew was that it was against the law to rob homes, but the amount of punishment that they got for it was yet to be determined. "I ain't the judge Marv," Harry answered him whilst clenching and unclenching his fists.

Even Marv could tell when Harry was not in the proper mood to speak with him. "Alright," was his only reply before he lied back down on the bed and stared off into the blank ceiling above him. He hated being in this place just as much as Harry did. It smelled and the other cellmates were just as loud during the nighttime as they were during the daytime, and he hated the food that they had to eat. How many more years of that were they going to suffer? Twiddling his thumbs, Marv was lost in his own thoughts that he failed to notice the officer that was standing right in front of their jail cell.

"Lime," the officer called as he looked at the bandit in front of him. "It's your lucky day. You have a visitor," he said with a slight smirk upon his lips. "And a lovely one at that."

Harry clenched his jaw when the officer said that. One reason was that fact that Amy was here, knowing real well that she had found out why he was here in the first place, and second the slight comment that the officer made. He got up from his bed and approached the door of the jail cell where the officer opened it for him and immediately handcuffed him.

"Amy is here?" Marv said with a slight gasp. Now they were in trouble! He was about to make his way down the bed when the officer stopped him.

"Not for you Merchants. It's family visitation only," the officer said and held Harry by the arm. Upon those words, Marv sank back into his bed and remained there as the door of the cell clanged shut.


Amy stared at the appointment book in front of her. All those names of the visitors and the inmates that they visited seemed like hieroglyphics to her. That blue ink was making her head spin that the more she stared at it, the less likely she was to focus.

"Sign here and here," Ray said to her, pointing to the two empty slots that required her first and last name and whom she was visiting. He was dressed in his black police uniform and a badge, which Amy did not want to know how he had managed to get...and how he had legitimized the role as a cop.

Amy clenched onto the pen as she signed her name into the slot. After Amy she hesitated for her moment, wondering whether she ought to put her maiden name or the last name to the man whom she was married to. There was no legal separation between them, yet she felt this place and her own home separated her from him.

"Is everything alright Mrs. Lime?" Ray suddenly caught her attention causing Amy to look up at him. The smile that he had upon his lips was mocking and it seemed to her as if he was enjoying her struggle. Be that as it may, she could also tell that she was testing his patience by the way he tapped his pen against the desk.

Lime she wrote on the slot before setting her pen down and awaiting instructions from the man who was holding her captive in her own home. Ray reached forward and grabbed the book before giving his own signature into the other empty slot.

Jack Monroe.

Amy frowned at the name that he had written down. Wasn't his name Ray? Unless he was impersonating a police officer who was supposed to be working here? Don't even think about it Amy told herself before averting her eyes from the book that Ray quickly closed. She hoped that he didn't see her taking a glance at it.

"Alright," Ray said as he walked around the table and looked over to her and spoke in a low voice, "just follow the plan that we told you. If you say anything to Harry about us, we will make sure that's the last thing you ever do. Got it?"

Amy hated how he was belittling her, but the last thing she wanted was to feel his hand tightening against her throat for the second time. "I understand," Amy answered, trying to have the courage to look at him in the eyes but couldn't do so.

"Good. Now come along," Ray said as he took a hold of her arm and guided her through the hall.

Amy tried to keep up with Ray's quick footsteps, though she could see that he was looking at the floor while he walked as if he was trying to conceal his eyes. Amy tried to think of a scenario in order for her to escape. Perhaps push him against the wall and make a run for it...or try to grab the gun from his holster and shoot him. Both scenarios seemed laughable to her. Ray was twice her size and would tackle her in a second and she had never held a gun before.

Wishful thinking.

The both of them came upon a doorway and Ray reached forward to open it. The moment that Amy walked in, she could see that the room was dimly lit, making it difficult for her to look at whatever was inside that room. However, the closer that Ray guided her into the room the more she could make out who was waiting her to the other side of the partition that divided her and her husband.

Amy froze the moment that she took a glimpse at Harry. He looked desolate from whatever it was that he had gone through and seeing his head bandaged around like that made Amy think that he had probably gotten into a fight. Her hand flew over to her mouth as she tried to hold back a choking sob.

"Have a seat," Ray leaned forward and whispered to her, whilst guiding her over to the chair and holding out the telephone for her to speak. "I'm sure you have many words to say to him." His eyes looked over at Harry for a mere second before he turned around and disappeared into the shadows of the room.


Great Harry thought. The moment of truth had finally come back to bite him as he saw his wife holding the phone by her ear. He hesitated for a mere minute while he could stare at her. Giving into his hesitation, Harry let out a sigh and finally picked up his phone of the other end. "Amy-"

"How could you?!" was the first thing that came out of Amy's mouth both choked and shaking at the same time.

Harry clenched tightly onto the phone to the point where his knuckles turned white. Goddamn it! Harry wanted to do nothing but smash the telephone against the table until it was shattered to pieces. "Don't do this right now," he responded, trying to keep his anger at bay.

"Lying to me, going behind my back! And for what?" Amy continued. It was difficult for her to keep her emotions away. Her anger was getting the best of her in the circumstances that she was.

Harry was not going to spend these mere fifteen minutes arguing with his wife on what he had done wrong. It was wrong in the eyes of others, but it was the way that he only knew how to make a living. "For God's sake Amy," he hissed into the receiver, "I don't want to talk about this!"

"Then what do we need to talk about?" Amy shot back, "how lonely I have been feeling? How shocked I was to find of the fact that my husband was in jail? Oh how much of a fool I was to believe that you and Marv were plumbers when all this time you were just thieves."

Thieves Harry thought of the word. It wasn't a good job position to have, especially of how sourly it sounded when Amy said it. "Then I guess you don't know a lot about me as you thought you did."

Amy reeled back from and blinked when Harry said that. "That's right," she answered before taking a deep breath and tried to keep the tears from spilling down her eyes, "I really don't know that man that I thought I did. How could I have been so stupid!"

Harry wouldn't call her that. The first time that they had met it had been attraction, which led to love, and then into a marriage. Only he hadn't been able to keep this away from her. "No, no," Harry said with a shake of his head, "it was in front of you this whole time, you just didn't see it."

Even when Harry had tried to be extra careful, there were moments when he wasn't. Just like that officer hat, which not only had Amy found but had led to a rather playful night between them.

"Any other secrets that I need to know about?" Amy asked him with a cocked eyebrow.

There were many...and some that Harry wasn't able to say through the phone. Though what he didn't realize was that Amy was already a part of a scheme that would put her life in danger. Yes Harry wanted to say, but he couldn't find it in his will to do so.

Taking his silence as an answer, Amy had felt more disappointed than she did before. Closing her eyes, she knew that this was something that she was to have to deal with on her own. "Just," she took a deep breath and looked at Harry, "be careful in there...and I will be careful out there."

Harry was taken aback by her words. All that anger that she had expressed and now she was telling him to be cautious? And what was it that she needed to be careful about...out there? "What do you mean?" he asked her.

Not having the courage to speak to him any longer, Amy placed the phone back on the receiver and only shook her head at Harry. The only thing she hoped was that she was alone in the room, but that feeling dissipated when she heard Ray's footsteps and took her by the arm once more.

"Amy?" Harry called out to her through the glass partition, but his call only fell on deaf ears.