Scott looks around the Stilinski's back yard at the pack gathered for Stiles' going away party.

Scott can't help but smile as he watches his best friend wrap his arms around his girlfriend's waist from behind and laugh at something Mason had said. Stiles looked lighter and more carefree then Scott had seen in years.

They had been best friends since their first day of kindergarten, and with the exception of Stiles' time trapped in the Wild Hunt, they had never gone longer than a day without seeing each other. Now Stiles was moving across the country to take up his summer internship at Quantico and college at George Washington University. Maybe his best friend will finally be safe.

Argent walks up next to Scott pulling him out of his reverie.

"She would have been proud of all of you. You've all come so far and survived so much." Argent says placing a fatherly hand on Scott's shoulder.

"Sometimes it feels like I've barely survived at all. I swore after Allison that nobody else dies. We've almost lost Stiles twice. I can't tell if him moving across the country is safer or if having him so far away from us is more dangerous." Scott confesses to Argent, all of his fears that had been bubbling up inside of him now finally come bubbling to the surface.

"Stiles will be fine. I'm sure he can look after himself." As soon as Argent had finished speaking a loud crashing noise drew their attention away from the conversation and over to the table that had previously been holding all of the food and drinks. The table was now broken in half with Stiles trapped in the middle of the two halves covered in food and the punch that Melissa had made with Liam on top of him. Stiles' arms waving all over the place as Liam tries to push off of him. Scott gives Argent a knowing look.

"On the other hand I have an old contact of mine who owes me a favour. I'll ask them to keep an eye on Stiles." Argent says as Scott shoots him a grateful smile.

Artie,

It's been years since we've spoken, I don't even know if I can reach you at this address anymore.

I need to call in a favour…

Stiles looks around the room at the other people entering the room and taking a set. The excitement of his first day of the pre-FBI training is radiating off his entire body, he is practically humming with excited energy. He runs a nervous hand down the front of his crisp white shirt and very his tie.

He takes a seat at one of the tables set up in the room as an older African American man enters the room walking towards the lectern at the front.

"Everybody please settle down and find a seat." He shouts out authoritatively as everyone on the room begins to scramble for a seat.

"My name is Special Agent Arthur Bell and I will be leading you over the next eight weeks through your internship. And for those of you who are also a part of the George Washington University pre-FBI course I will be your agency liaison." His dark brown eyes scan the room, looking over all their faces.

"I will call two names at a time, please both raise your hands and pay attention because they are your new partner." Bell pulls out a list from one of his many folders and begins to read of the names listed. After reading through most of the names with ease the agent pauses and struggles for a moment.

"M- Mi- My- umm…" Bell looks down at his list confusion.

"That's me!" Stiles shouts out, waving his hand in the air. "Just call me Stiles, everybody else does." There is a murmur of laughter through the room.

"Stiles Stilinski?" Bell ask incredulously. Stiles nods back enthusiastically, arm still in the air.

"Okay then… Stiles Stilinski and Diana Archer." Stiles turns to see the pretty brunet in the seat next to him raise her arm. She shoots him a small awkward small that he returns.

"Now that everyone is partnered up, please open the files on the desk in front of you and we will begin." Bell calls out from the front of the room. They spend the next few hours running over FBI procedure and conduct and what their time with them will entail before they break for lunch. As Stiles gathers up all his things before heading out to join the others for lunch Bell approaches him.

"I've heard a lot about you Mr. Stilinski. Special Agent McCall spoke very highly of you in his recommendation." Bell informs him as Stiles' jaw drops slightly, he never in a million years would have thought that Scott's dad would have spoken highly about him ever. Stiles' eyes dart over to Diana who has been hovering awkwardly next to him, he sees her raise her eyebrows and give him an impressed look.

"Thank you very much Special Agent Bell. I'm looking forward to working with the FBI." Stiles responds slightly in awe. Bell is about to respond when a pretty brunet woman with sad eyes and serious face appears in the door way.

"Art! Are you able to help me with something?" She calls put, sounding almost desperate.

"I'll be there in a moment Beth." Bell looks over his shoulder responding a soft smile on his face, he turns back to look at Stiles.

"I think you're going to be one to watch Stilinski, I'm expecting big things from you. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go help Special Agent Childs" Agent Bell calls out to him as he walks out the door to follow the woman he spoken with just before.

Stiles stands the frozen with shock. He's never had someone say anything like that to him before, picked him as the one to watch.

"Looks like I've been paired with the Golden Boy. Lucky me." Diana says from next to him.

"Come on lets go get some food, I'm craving a burger. And you can tell me all about what you have done to deserve such high praise." Diana declares grabbing Stiles' arm and leading him out of the room. Stiles just has enough time to snatch up his bag before leaving the room.

"So where are you from?" Diana asks Stiles as she sits across from him in the FBI cafeteria. Both have cheese burgers and fries piled up on the trays in front of them. Stiles watches as the girl dips her fries in the puddle of ketchup on her tray.

"Beacon Hills, California. You?" Stiles takes a large bite of his burger.

"Sappho, Washington. Family?" She says chewing on a fry.

"Just my dad, but my best friend Scott is more like a brother to me. And Lydia… my girlfriend. I still can't believe I get to call her that." Stiles says blushing slightly.

"Aw! Cute. I have a twin brother, he drives me nuts but I would walk into battle for that boy. My parents are… complicated. Most of my family is complicated." Diana says smiling fondly as she pops another fry on her mouth.

"Are you going to George Washington too or are you just a part of the summer program?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah I'll be at GWU. I'm really pumped to get started you know?" And Stiles gets it, he's really pumped too.

Scott's scrolling through his Instagram feed when he stops to look a photo that Stiles just up loaded. He looks at the photo of his best friend smiling widely and a pretty brunet girl with large dark blue eyes who looks like she has been caught mid laugh. They both look so happy and carefree, Scott hasn't seen Stiles look that happy in ages. The comment under that picture reads 'First day at the FBI with my new partner doe_bow' with a bunch or random emoji's after it. He taps the heart icon liking the picture.

Seeing Stiles like this Scott knows he's done the right thing asking Argent's friend for help. Stiles' happiness and future need to be protected.

He knew that the internship was going to be challenging both mentally and physically, but Stiles had not expected the physically challenge him quite this much. Everything ached, there was literally not a single part of his body that did not hurt. Stile was not in bad shape, having to constantly run away from murderous supernatural creature did require some level of fitness, but apparently that was not fit enough for the FBI.

Stiles lays on his bed in the dormitory he is staying in for the summer and lets out a long low groan. Diana, seated at his small desk, looks up from the file they both should be reading to prepare for the next day's profiling class to look over at her partner.

"What's the matter with you? Did you eat that funky looking sushi in the cafeteria? I told you that looked off to me." She says placing hand against his forehead to check his temperature.

"I'm not sick, I'm in pain. Everything hurts, literally everything." Stiles groans into his pillow.

"Apparently not everything. Your mouth still seems to be getting a good work out there." Diana sasses him back with an unamused look on her face. Over the past few weeks his new friend has become quite well acquainted with Stiles' brand of sarcasm and dramatics.

"How are you not hurting from all the drills?" Diana rolls her eyes at his dramatics and lets out a sigh.

"I guess I'm just fitter then you. I've spent most of my life out doors, hunting, fishing, hiking through the mountains. My mom insisted I learn how to defend myself and my dad agreed with her, one of the few things they've ever agreed on. So I've also been taking self-defence classes since I could walk. All you're doing is using muscles that haven't been used." Stiles stares at her completely unimpressed with that answer.

"I could say the same thing to you about all this!" She says gesturing towards all the paper work spread across the desk.

"You see patterns and clues and are able to work out all these cases before I've even finished reading the packet they gave us. You can read people better than they can read themselves and somehow your gut instinct is almost always on the money. I don't know how you do it." Stiles looks at his partner and let out a small groan as he pushes himself into an upright position.

"My dad is the county Sherriff back home. I guess I just picked up this stuff from hanging around the station for the majority of my childhood." He says stiffly lifting up a hand to rub the back of his neck.

"Ok how about I grab you a couple of pain killers and we can get back to the homework for tomorrows class. Maybe we can work out some sort of extra training schedule for you, help you get in better shape. And you can even show me some of the stuff you've picked up from your dad. Partner."

"I think that sounds like a terrible idea. I don't think doing more exercise is the solution to my problem. I think lying down and sleeping for the next five weeks is the solution to my problem." Diana's response to wack Stiles in the face with a pillow.

"Have you ever noticed how Agent Bell has taken a creepy amount of interest in you?" Diana asks randomly one day after they are walking back from the FBI training gym. Stiles stops scrolling through local news articles on his phone to look over at his partner.

"What? No he's not!" Stiles protests, scoffing at the idea completely He goes back to his phone, looking through all the most recent articles about local children suddenly falling ill and the local hospital having no idea what the possible cause is. Stiles' supernatural spidey senses are tingling, if this was Beacon Hills he would one hundred percent assume this was all the cause of some new monster threatening his home town. But he's in Virgina now and the chance that this is related to the supernatural is probably around zero these days.

"No seriously, the dude is super focused on you. Like he is also pulling you aside after class for chats, calling on you first in our training sessions and he is always lets you in on active FBI cases and lets you sit in on briefings." Diana continues on completely unperturbed by Stiles' lack of interest in the conversation.

"Oh come on! I am not the only one he talks to, and other people get to work on active cases." Stiles shoots back at her. Diana just raises one eyebrow at him and shoots him a disbelieving look.

"Ok then, please explain to me then why Agent Bell has been watching us from his office window for the past ten minutes." A small smug smile rests on her lips as Stiles' jaw drops. He swives around wildly on the spot, his head turning every which way trying to locate where Bell is watching him from.

"Jesus Christ stop! Stop doing that! Hell I don't think being an undercover agent is in your future with your special brand of subtlety." Diana cries out grabbing Stiles to steady him.

"What you need to do is slowly turn to my, let me stress this, MY eleven o'clock and look up three windows. You will see Bell watching us. Now I am going to let you go and you will need to do this CASUALLY." Diana carefully lets go of Stiles and the boy begins to turn around to face the building to Diana's left and slowly look up. There in the window staring down at them is Bell looking as stoic as ever. Stiles casually, well as casually as Stiles ever is, turns back to face his friend with his eyes wide.

"How do you know he's watching me and not you?" Stiles' entire body is tense, he feels completely on edge now that he knows he is being watched.

"Just keep walking and try and be your usually spazzy self. And I know he's not watching me because yesterday he called me Deanna and the day before that he called me Daniella. The dude doesn't even know my name but he has taken the time to learn that Polish mess your parents named you." They continue walking across the grounds towards their dormitories at a pace much faster then what can be considered natural. Stiles decided to file the Bell issue away for late, maybe talk to Scott about it. But first he wants to pick Diana's untainted by the supernatural brain about the articles he's been reading.

"On a completely unrelated note have you seen all those stories about those kids falling into comas?" Stiles internally cringes at how unnatural that conversation opener sounded. Much to his luck Diana doesn't even seem fazed by his question.

"Yeah I think I saw something the other day on the local news about that. What was it like two kids from the same preschool have fallen into a coma, doctors can't figure it out." Stiles watches her face carefully at what he says next.

"It's ten kid, ten kids all under the age of five from the same preschool are in a coma."

"TEN!? Have they checked for a gas leak yet?" And maybe that's all it is, a gas leak but Stiles' just can't shake the feeling it's not a human problem. The fall in an easy silence for a few moments.

"Hey did you wanna know a cool fact? Did you know that gymnasium comes from the Greek gymnazo that means 'to train naked'? Imagine having to train naked, gross." Diana babbles on completely switching topics, as they continue back to their rooms.

Argent,

I apologise for the long delays between my responses but I am finding the time when I can to write to you regularly.

Let me provide you with the latest update on Stiles…

Back in his dorm room alone Stiles stares down at the locked screen on his phone and has an internal debate on whether or not he should call Scott about his suspicions. Maybe he's just being dramatic. Seeing possible monsters in every shadow because a party of him misses his pack. He misses working with Lydia on his murder board and misses updating Scott on all his theories. Stiles unlocks his phone and opens his favourites to dial Scott's number.

The phone rings three times before Scott picks up.

"Ten kids, all from the same preschool, over the past two months have fallen into a coma. Doctors can find no medical reason why these kids are in a coma. Does that not sound a bit suspicious to you?" Stiles races out as soon as he hears Scott pick up.

"Hi Scott, how are you? How's your summer going? I'm great Stiles! Thank you for asking. My summer has been great so far." Scott snarks back at him.

"Ha, ha Scott. Seriously though does this sound like something… Non-human?" Stiles presses, he feels a niggling in his gut telling him that this is something more.

"I don't know Stiles. It could be a gas leak." Stiles lets out a massive dramatic sigh at Scott's response. Because seriously does nobody think that the police would have checked that first?

"Scott, it's not a gas leak. It's… Well I don't know what it is but I know the local police aren't going to figure it out." Stiles pleads his case to Scott, he needs his best friend to believe him.

"You're not in Beacon Hills anymore Stiles. There isn't a literal beacon drawing in others like us. Maybe you're just missing home, I know I miss you."

"Aw Scott! You know the way to a boy's heart." They chat for a bit longer, Stiles not bringing up his suspicions again and Scott filling him on all the gossip he's missed from home.

Five days after his call with Scott, Stiles calls Lydia. Two of the kids have now passed away and three more have fallen into a coma.

"Scott warned me of this." Lydia sighs out after Stiles launched into his theory as soon as she picked up.

"Lydia I know I sound crazy-"

"You don't sound crazy. I trust you Stiles, you're always the one who figures things out. I'm just not convinced that it's supernatural." Lydia tells him soothingly.

"What do you mean? What other explanation could there be?" He rubs a hand over his face and lets a frustrated sigh.

"It could just be human. We've been looking dealing with the non-human for so long that it's natural to jump to that conclusion right? Well what if it's just people? You once told me Stiles that I was right every time something like this has happened. And that I shouldn't start doubting myself now. Don't doubt yourself Stiles." Stiles' chest swells with pride.

"I love you." He whispers into the phone.

"I love you too. When you go snooping about, because I know you will, please be careful. It's going to take a lot longer for the pack to get to you if you get yourself in trouble. I can't lose you again Stiles." Her voice sounds strained like she's trying to hold back tears.

"Would you go out of your freaking mind?"

"You know I would."

His eyes scan over the lines of code across his screen. All the letters and number and symbols have started to blur into one. Stiles and Diana have been asked by Agent Bell to look over a computer virus that had been found on a suspect's laptop to see if they can pick up any potential information about what the intention of the virus was.

The constant clicking of Diana's nails against the keyboard feel like tiny hammers tapping against his skull. Computers were never his strong suit and not for the first time today is he wishing that he had paid more attention to Danny when he use to get him to hack into the Sherriff's station computer.

He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and he pulls it out to read the google alert notification. After his phone conversation with Lydia, Stiles set up notifications for any articles regarding the preschool and the local hospital.

'Local Woman Found Dead In Church 07/31/2014 11:47AM.

Maria Harutyunyan, 42, of Midway Island was found stabbed at St. William of York Catholic Church located in Stafford early this morning. Police believe the preschool teacher was stabbed up to ten time with a crucifix made of pig bones that was found at the scene. Local police believe the murder maybe linked with the thirteen children who have been affected with a mystery illness at the preschool Ms Harutyunyan worked at. Police are currently appealing for witnesses.'

All the colour drains from Stiles' face, his chest feels tight and it's become hard to breath. He hadn't listened to his gut and now someone is dead. Every fibre of his being is telling him that this isn't just a run of the mill nut job stabbing people around the county with homemade animal bone crucifixes. Maria had worked at the preschool, she was openly connected so there could be no denying that is was related.

Stiles starts running through his head a list of potential suspects causing the deaths. Number one on his list is the potential of another Darach. The possibility that children are being sacrificed makes Stiles feel queasy.

"Are you ok?" Diana says breaking him out of his reviver, concern and worry marring her face.

"You've gone really pale and you're breathing funny. Do you want some water? You need to breathe Stiles!" She says sounding panicked as she riffles through his satchel for his water bottle.

His breathing is getting worse and more ragged, the last time he had a panic attack this bad was just after Argent had been taken, and then Lydia had kissed him.

"Slow deep breaths Stiles. Listen to my voice, in… out… in… out. Relax your body, your muscles are so tense. Remember slowly, in… out… in… You need to clear your mind, think of something else. You have a girlfriend right? Linda? Think of her." Diana tries to sooth.

"Lydia, her name is Lydia." Stiles wheezes out. He focuses on Diana's voice telling him to breathe in and out but eventually lets his thoughts drift to Lydia.

To be honest most of his thoughts revolve around Lydia. He wakes up, he thinks of Lydia, he eats breakfast, he thinks of Lydia, he gets dressed, he thinks of Lydia, he goes to class, he thinks of Lydia, and so on and so forth until he goes to bed and the last thought he has before he fall asleep to dream about Lydia is of Lydia.

Stiles thinks of the time Lydia dealt with one of his panic attacks on the dirty floor of the boys locker room believing his dad, Melissa and Argent were all going to die and he couldn't help them. He thinks about her soft lips pressed against his. He thinks about the look she gave him after he came back for her at Eichen House and her telling Natalie that he saved her. Stiles thinks about how she spent three months trying to find a way to bring him back from the Ghost Riders.

His heart rate drops, his breathing begins to even out again and the black spots have faded from his vision. He looks up to see Diana in front of him eyes wide with shock and worry.

"Are you ok? Have you calmed down enough? Jeez Stiles, that has to be the worst panic attack I have ever seen. Maybe you should go lay for a moment, call your girlfriend or something." Diana turns away from him again and goes back to the lines of code in front of her. He can tell that's she's trying to not crowd him and make he feel embarrassed about what just transpired.

"I might just go call her." He mumbles out before grabbing his phone and heading out of the room. He needs to hear Lydia's voice even just for a few minutes.

Three days after the murder of Maria Harutyunyan all the children that were in a coma have woken up. All a perfect picture of health with no indication that they had ever spent days completely unconscious.

Stiles doesn't understand it at all, nothing fits with his theory. He calls Scott who brushes off his concerns much to Stiles' annoyance.

"I don't see what the problem is Stiles! All those kids are awake, isn't that what you were worried about?" Scott tells him one night during one of their Skype sessions.

"No Scott! Some of them died! And what about Maria? She was clearly murdered, people just don't stab themselves with homemade crucifixes made from pig bones!" Stiles cries out waving his arms all over the place in frustration.

Lydia was slightly better but still wasn't as supportive as Stiles had hoped.

"So the problem had been resolved?" Lydia asks when Stiles called her up after reading the first reports of the children waking up.

"No Lydia, it has not been resolved! I still have no idea of who or what was putting those kids in a coma and what killed their teacher!" He exclaims loudly.

"Well I'd say being stabbed multiple times in the chest and once in the throat is what killed her." Lydia replies back coolly.

"You know I love it when you're sassy but now is not the time Lydia." Stiles sighs.

"Look at it this way Stiles, maybe it's a good thing. Perhaps someone else is looking out for the supernatural around here. Or maybe it was just a human issue?" Lydia tries to reason.

"When is it ever a human issue Lydia?" Stiles almost snaps.

"You're not in Beacon Hills any more Stiles."

The next 'strange occurrences', as Stiles had taken to calling them in his head, happened four weeks into his first semester at college.

He's leaving class when he see Diana waiting for him on a bench reading a book he can only assume is for her Classical Literature class judging by the size of it.

"Hey, I didn't expect to see you today. I thought you would be doing something with one of your new sorority sisters." Stiles greets her as she looks up from her book.

"Ugh I forgot how utterly boring Homer was." Diana says in lieu of greeting as she snaps the book shut. "I wanted to go to lunch with you and eat, like REAL food. I really like those girls but they are all way too into salads for me. I want a burger, and I feel guilty eating one in front of them." Diana loops her arm through Stiles' and begins to drag him away from the bench she was just sitting on and what Stiles can only assume is the direction of food. He's learnt go with the flow around her, Diana seems to be a dangerous mix of Malia, Lydia and Allison. All very strong willed women.

"Homer? Like Homer Simpson?" Stiles queries. He now recognises the direction they are heading towards, the Chick-fil-a.

"Yes, Stiles the great ancient Greek author and poet Homer Simpson." Diana retorts rolling her eyes. Stiles is about to shoot back a sarcastic reply when the words die suddenly on his lips. They are walking through Kogan Plaza when he spots them on the steps of the German Library. Several giant black feathers, too large to be from any bird Stiles could recognise and several spots of what looks to be dried blood. Stiles wrestles his arm free from Diana's grasp and moves closer to investigate.

"Take a look at this!" Stiles calls out to a perplexed looking Diana rooted to the spot he left her. He picks up one of the enormous feathers to show her, the feather is as long as his arm and so black it is almost devoid of colour.

"So?" The girls says completely unimpressed with her friend, her foot tapping wildly on the ground as she flicks some of her long wavy chestnut locks over one shoulder.

"Have you ever seen a feather this big before? What kind of bird could this have come from? And why is there blood here? I need to get a photo of this to send to my friends." Stiles pulls his phone out of his pocket and begins snapping pictures of the blood splatters and the scattered feathers. He hears Diana let out a frustrated sigh.

"It's probably just some leftover mess from one of the film classes shooting one of their little movies out here. Or maybe it was one of the frats doing something utterly stupid again. Because those feathers can't come from any real bird. Unless it's like a Jurassic Park situation and somebody has resurrected a giant prehistoric bird to kills us all!" Stiles looks over at Diana, who had now walked over to join him on the steps, his face completely serious.

"Could you please take this seriously? Does this not seem odd to you?" He says waving one of the giant feathers in her face. Diana pushes his hand out of the way.

"Not really. A bunch of synthetic feathers and some red corn starch doesn't exactly send my mind a racing. What is odd is someone keeping a bag of like twelve baseball bats under his bed and declaring that he has no interest in playing the game at all." Now it's Stiles' turn to roll his eyes as he tries to stuff one of the feathers into his satchel without breaking it. He should have been more careful about hiding his emergency bats in his dorm room.

"I went to the walk-on tryouts didn't I? And I'm on the team now? Are you happy?" After Diana found his bag of bats she had pestered him into trying out for the team, going as far as filling out all the forms for him. George Washington only had a women's lacrosse team and Stiles turned out to be surprisingly better at baseball then lacrosse. Joining a team had not been a part of his college plans but he couldn't think of any other way to justify owning that many baseball bats.

"Very. Now hurry up I want waffle fries." Stiles follows on behind his companion trying very hard not to crush the feather.

Stiles can't believe that the university has an actual god damn physical newspaper. Like they actually have an ink to paper, hold in your hands, turn the page newspaper. Maybe it's because college students have a thing for nostalgia but Stiles can't honestly believe it. It's 2014, don't they have an app for that yet?

The headline on the front of the paper reads 'Does GWU Have An Issue With Rape Culture?' The article goes on to detail the sudden increase in reports of sexual assaults and rapes over the past three years. The article notes that there appears to be an equal number of males and females reporting forced sexual activity. Police suspect that there may be more than one perpetrator and that they are working together as both genders are telling eerily similar stories. The victims had all being asleep in their dorm rooms, they had no drugs or alcohol in their systems, all of them describe suddenly being woken up and being unable to move or speak before being assaulted. None of the victims had be able to identify their attackers, none of the victims roommates had seen or heard anything and there were no signs of forced entry to their rooms, but yet there were clear signs of forced sexual activity. All the victims report that they had become ill in the days after the attack, taking them weeks to recover.

Stiles spoke with his dad about the rapes wanting his professional opinion.

"Son while I am very proud of you being accepted into the FBI's program, please, for the love of god Stiles don't go snooping around and get yourself kicked out. I can't do anything from here and Rafael has already pull enough stings for us. So please let the local police handle this." Stiles listens to his fathers tired and voice and he reassures him that he won't interfere. But he never promised that he couldn't discuss it at great length the case with Special Agent Bell.

Stiles waits until after the classroom has emptied from their weekly FBI training. Bell is sitting at his desk at the front of the room reading over some paperwork, his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. Stiles grabs his satchel bag off the floor next to him and slings it over his shoulder approaching the surly looking agent. As he stands in front of the desk bouncing on his feet, Agent Bell doesn't look up. Stiles continues to shift awkwardly on the spot not really knowing how to start a conversation about a possible serial rapist.

"Are you going to speak Mr. Stilinski or are you just going to stand there and jump around like you need the bathroom?" Bell asks completely unfazed by Stiles odd behaviour, he doesn't even look up from the documents he was reading.

"Did you read that article the other day about the rise is sexual assaults on campus and the possibility of a multiple serial rapists prowling around?" Stiles has no time for tact this time around. Bell looks up from his reading, taking his glasses off, to look Stiles in the eye, mild surprise crossing his face.

"Stiles if you are thinking of doing your own investigating into this I am going to highly suggest you don't." Bell tells him calmly as Stiles' jaw drops.

"You are one of our brightest interns and I can see why this case would appeal to you. But Stiles… you are not an agent yet, do not interfere with the actual investigation. You have good instincts and you gut is telling you that there is more to this than meets the eye but butt out. And don't give me that look, McCall's notes said you had a habit of turning up at crime scenes." Bell places his glasses back on his nose and turns away from Stiles.

"I wasn't going to run my own secret investigation out of my dorm room." Stiles says almost indigently. Bell looks at him again raising a single eyebrow disbelievingly. Now Stiles really wants to know what Raf wrote about him.

"I was just wondering if you had a theory. Maybe you had some ideas about how the assailant is getting in and out the rooms." Stiles questions his mentor as casually as he can.

"Don't you have another class to go to Stilinski?" Stiles mashes his lips together in frustration with Agent Bell.

"But-"

"Go to class. And I will be keeping an even closer eye on you from now on." Bell's tone is final but Stiles has always had the determination of a dog with a bone.

"What about-"

"GO! You're friend Debbie has been waiting for you." The boy lets out an agitated huff and stomps out of the room. Diana is waiting him just outside the doorway, leaning up against the wall. She pushes herself off once she catches site of Stiles.

"Aw boo you look agitated. Are you no longer the Golden Boy?" She says giving him a fake pout.

"I just wanted to talk about the spike in assaults on campus and he warned me off from snooping around!" Stiles waves his arms all over the place to punctuate his point.

"What assaults are you talking about?" He digs around in his satchel for the newspaper he has been carrying with him since he read the article. Stiles hands her the article and she quickly scans over the article.

"Bell's right Stiles you should stay away from this." Diana says to him seriously, her face suddenly hard.

"Not you too!"

"I'm serious Stiles, you need to let this one lie. First of all whoever is doing this could be very dangerous and apparently an expert at B and E. Secondly if you compromise the investigation they could get away with it. No court would hesitate to throw out tainted evidence, and those victims don't deserve that." She hands him back the paper and Stiles nods his head silently.

"Ok. I'll back off, no more asking questions." Stiles promises his friend. "Just please be careful, I know we haven't know each other long but you're my friend and I don't like the idea someone out there getting away with this." Stiles says almost at a whisper.

"Please don't get a sappy on me! And you should be careful too, it's not just the females being targeted. Oh god let's talk about something else please! Didn't you say that your friend Scott was coming at the end of October? You should bring him to the Alpha Rho Tau Halloween party! I really want to meet the great Scott!" A wide smile spreading across her face as they walk down the hallway.

"Scott is going to love you. Mainly because Scott loves everybody, boy is too trusting for his own good. He's lucky he has me really." Diana rolls her eyes at her friend's dramatics.

"Hey I meant to ask you the other day about what you ended up doing with that giant feather I saw you pick up?" Stiles freezes for a moment, he had hoped she would forget about that.

"Ugh, I shipped it to the vet back home." He says awkwardly avoiding eye contact. Diana stops for a moment and looks at him.

"You sent the feather back to your hometown vet? You Stiles Stilinski are the strangest boy I have ever met." Stiles feels his shoulders sag with relief when Diana doesn't push it any further and sends out a small prayer to whatever deity maybe listening for sending someone like her his way.

Argent,

Never in all my life have I ever met someone so determined to sick their noes in where it doesn't belong. Where in the fucking world did you find this kid? I mean he's a total hoot but stubborn as hell…

The news of a double murder off campus of two students spreads like wild fire through the college. A brother and sister, Brandon and Lilly Bloom, sharing an apartment a few blocks from the campus were murdered. The attack so violent that whoever did it practically took their heads clean off. The grisly details becoming more and more embellished as the story spreads through the student body. After Bell's class that day he asks Stiles to stay back for a moment. Stiles waves Diana off after she sends him a look, she gives him a slight nod of her in return and is out the door. Bell shuts the door after her

"I don't want Daisy listening in on us." Bell says as he walks back over to where Stiles is waiting.

"Her name is Diana and she wouldn't be, she has Greek now on the other side of the campus."

"Really, Diana? I've been calling her the wrong name this entire time and she never said a word?" Bell's face looks completely horrified at the thought.

"Yeah… I'm assuming you didn't ask me to stay to chat about Diana."

"You're right I just wanted to check in and make sure that you were staying away from what we discussed the other day and that you weren't going to go charging into this murder investigation. I love your enthusiasm but now is not the time." Stiles looks Bell straight in the eye.

"I promised I would stay away and I have, I promise to stay away from the murder enquiry too." And it's sort of the truth, right now he's glad there are no werewolves in the room to listen to his heartbeat. While he may not be active investigating he has kept a scrapbook with all every article he could find about anything that happens in D.C that could be considered… suspicious. Just because he left Beacon Hills and the nematon does not mean that the supernatural world stopped existing.