Leo is rushing down to the lab to get Chase and Sloane. He finds them as soon as the elevator doors open. They're sitting at the counter, Chases arm around Sloane with her head on his shoulder. But it doesn't look like they're just cuddling. It looks like Chase is comforting her. They haven't noticed Leo yet, so he would normally sneak out before they did, but he can't do that now.

"Guys, get upstairs now. Bree's in jail!"

"What?!" Sloane says.

"Come on, we have to go down to the station!"

"You're not kidding?!" Chase says alarmed.

"No, I'm not kidding. Come on!"

Chase and Sloane spring up and follow Leo to the elevator.

"Leo, if this is a prank, I'm going to be pissed."

"It's not a prank, guys. I'm serious."

When they reach the main floor, Mr. Davenport, Tasha and Adam are all ready to go.

"Is she going to be okay?" Sloane asks immediately.

"She won't be when I get my hands on her," Mr. Davenport says. "Let's go."

They all head out in silence, but Sloane wants to know exactly why she's in jail.

"Why was Bree arrested?" Sloane demands.

"Perry found a fake ID in her bag."

"What?"

"You heard me," Davenport finishes as they close the car doors.

"Why would she have a fake ID?" Chase asks annoyed.

"I don't know, Chase. That's one of the many, many questions I'm going to ask her."

"I can't believe this. She must be so scared," Sloane says with worry in her voice.

"Oh she'll be fine," Leo says.

"We've all been arrested besides Tasha," Adam says.

"What?!" Sloane says.

"Yeah," Leo says like it's nothing. "Adam, Bree, Chase and me were arrested for not having performance permits, Mr. Davenport was arrested for stealing a phone, and he was almost arrested again when we forged a painting and he tried to sell it."

Sloane widens her eyes at him.

Davenport pulls in to the police station and they rush out of the car. They reach the front desk and Davenport assertively says, "I'm Bree Davenport's father. I've come to get her."

"Sign in here." The secretary types on her computer as Davenport signs his name. "She's in a holding cell. That's Dave," she points to a guard across the area. "Ask him to take you in."

Dave takes them into the cell block and lets Bree out. She hugs Sloane. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?!" Sloane says. Bree nods, but looks relieved to get out of that jail cell and see her family.

"Everyone to the car. Now!" Davenport says and they all squeeze by him. "Thanks, Sir," he says to the guard and follows them out. He stops back at the main desk.

"How much is this going to cost me?" he asks the secretary.

As soon as they get through the door of their house, Davenport explodes. "Bree, I don't even know where to start with you! It cost me four hundred dollars to get you out of there! Where did you even get that fake ID?!"

Bree takes a deep breath and sits down on the couch. Sloane sits next to her. "I bought it from someone at school."

"Who?!"

"Why does it matter?! I wasn't even using it! Perry just found it in my bag because of her stupid bag checks."

"Why did you even have it?!"

"Because I wanted one! I wasn't planning on actually using it! Sloane has one!"

Sloane stood up immediately and looked at her, completely shocked, "What?!"

"We bought them together," Bree raises her palms.

Sloane raises her palms too and widens her eyes. Her expression says, Why are you telling them?!

"Sloane, why do you have one?!" Davenport exclaims.

"Same reason as her," she turns to face him. "I wasn't planning on using it," Sloane lies.

"Mm, you, sit!" Davenport says to Sloane. "I'll deal with you in a minute."

"Take it easy, Donald," Tasha says quietly.

"Mr. Davenport, it's not like I was selling drugs or hitting clubs. I just have a stupid little card that says I'm twenty one."

"Bree," Davenport sighs. "Since you didn't actually use it—you haven't right?"

Bree shakes her head.

"I'm only going to add a week to your grounding."

"But Mr. Davenport, I didn't even use it or plan on using it."

"You still had it."

"Donald, I think she's been punished enough. She was in jail."

"Fine. Go," Davenport says sternly and points to the elevator. "But I want that Fake ID in the paper shredder by the end of the night." Bree stands up and fast walks to the elevator to go to her capsule.

"Sloane, since you also didn't use it," Davenport shuts his eyes for a moment, "I'm not going to add to your grounding either. But you need to shred your ID too."

"I understand, Mr. Davenport," she stands and then hesitantly hugs him. "Sorry, I've been such a handful."

Davenport hugs her back, "You're not the only handful living under my roof," he says jokingly. "Go to your room."

Sloane heads upstairs.

Tasha smiles big at him. "She hugged you!" She yell-whispers.

"I know, I think she's really warming up to us," he smiles back.

Tasha squeals a little, "Did you think about what we talked about?"

"Yeah, but Tasha, we can't adopt her if she and Chase are dating! Even if we make them end it, they'd still have feelings for each other. Plus, she's Chase's first girlfriend."

"I know, but I just feel so terrible. It's especially wrong for us to keep her here like this. It's illegal to have her in our custody."

"I know that, Tasha. Her foster parents still have custody, and if we brought her to the adoption center they'd figure out who she is and find out the FBI is looking for her. We're just going to have to keep all of this on the down low."

"She needs a family, Donald. She needs a home."

"This is her home. Why does she have to have it written in the custody records for it to mean something? It's just not worth the risk."

"She has to have it for security. And that way she'll know we want her to be part of our family."

"Maybe there's a way that we can be her guardians, but not actually adopt her. That way the kids wouldn't be her step siblings and it wouldn't affect any of their relationships. Gosh, this is all becoming so complicated. Sometimes I wonder what things would've been like if that plane hadn't crashed on one of my remote islands."

"I know, Donald," Tasha hugs him. "But it did. We're going to have to figure this out, and we can. Together."

During dinner, it almost seems like all of the Fake ID nonsense has already passed over. Adam is talking about how his giant tape ball is up to ten inches in diameter, Chase is obsessing over this new app that calculates how far away you are from the sun at any given location, and Leo is trying to convince Tasha that a 70 is an acceptable grade. Sloane and Bree don't say much.

"So, Bree, how many more weeks are you grounded for?" Chase teases.

"None," Bree makes a bratty face at him. Chase glares back.

Later that night, when everyone is getting ready for bed, Sloane and Leo are hanging out in the lab with Adam, Bree and Chase. They're all in their pajamas, procrastinating going to bed.

"So what was it like in jail?" Sloane asks Bree as she sits on the counter cross-legged.

"Way worse than before. I was alone, for one," Bree replies, "The cops there were way meaner than that lame beach cop. It was a lot dirtier too. I also had to ride in a cop car."

"Sounds scary."

"It was."

"I still don't get why you had a fake ID," Chase joins the conversation.

"Are you jealous?"

Chase laughs, "No way. It doesn't seem worth getting arrested for."

"I had one too, ya know. We got them together," Sloane admits. "I feel like this whole thing is partially my fault. You wouldn't have gotten one if I hadn't suggested it."

"You had one too? Babe," Chase says, partly surprised and partly disappointed. "I guess I shouldn't be that shocked, but I am."

"Why shouldn't you be shocked?" Sloane asks.

"Because you're a bad girl."

"Why do you guys keep saying that?" Sloane covers her face.

"Why does it matter? I like you that way," Chase nods his head with a smile on his face.

"Please, stop," Bree puts her hand up.

"I know," Adam inputs. "It's so weird to see you two together. Chase is so…weird looking, and Sloane's so pretty," he makes a weird face.

Sloane giggles, "Oh, Adam, stop."

"Yeah, Adam. Stop," Chase says in a serious tone.

Davenport walks into the lab, "Alright guys, get to bed."

Chase pecks Sloane on the cheek before walking to his capsule.

" Sloane, Bree," He holds his hand out.

"We set them on Leo's desk," Bree says.

Davenport walks over and picks up their fake IDs. He laughs. "There's no way these would've worked."

Bree rolls her eyes.

He flips on the paper shredder next to Leo's desk. "Pay close attention, girls. Say goodbye to," he squints at the small black print on Bree's card, "Katie Walburn," he flips to Sloane's, "and Jessi Applebottom," he looks at the girls, "Applebottom, really?" Sloane shrugs and smiles. He slides them one at a time into the shredder.

"Goodbye girls," Sloane and Bree say in unison. Bree puts her hand over her heart, making Sloane smile.

Sloane hops of the counter and heads to elevator, "Night, Sloaney," Bree calls.

"Peace," Sloane shouts back as she walks away.

Notes: I know this is pretty short, but next chapter on Friday :)