"Just to be sure, all this planning and plotting should be over by six, right?" Braeden checks with Scott, Stiles, and Kira. They're at Stiles' house and they probably will be for most of the day.

Scott answers, "Yeah, why?"

Stiles smirks knowingly and nods to Scott, "Braeden has somewhere to be tonight. Somewhere special, perhaps?" He raises his eyebrows at her in a joking manner.

Braeden rolls her eyes and responds, "Yes, actually. We have reservations at 7:30 and we can't be late. Bellini Italiano doesn't hold tables."

Kira chimes in cheerily, "Ooh, isn't that the new upscale Italian restaurant across town? I heard it's crazy expensive and really hard to get a table."

Braeden smirks, "True and true. But it's our first attempt at date night ever. So we figured we'd try to set the bar high."

Scott coos along with Kira like elementary school kids, "Awww!"

Braeden scoffs and shakes her head.

Stiles interrupts, "Haven't you and Derek been dating for a while now? Like a long while? Shouldn't you have been on a date night by now?"

Braeden rolls her eyes, "We're always busy, okay? We never have time for an entire night of being out. And I don't see anything wrong with that. So get off our case, Stilinski."

Scott adds, "Then, what do you do on the weekends? When you're not with us, of course."

Braeden thinks for a second, "We go out during the day. But at night, we do other things."

Kira giggles, "Right. Like play board games and watch movies? Or like other stuff?"

Scott snickers along and Stiles looks at them bewildered. "I think we all know the other stuff that they do. Let's not get too far into Braeden and Derek's nightly rituals. I, for one, don't wanna be creeped out honestly."

Braeden takes a deep breath and facepalms trying to stifle a giggle that wants to escape "Okay, enough about my love life." She directs her focus to Stiles, "Who have we completely crossed off the list of possible suspects for the latest murder?" The group begins working hard and putting heads together for a common goal.

About an hour into the meeting, Braeden's phone rings. She considers not answering because the group is getting into important details, but she makes an exception for a number she doesn't recognize. She steps away from the table and picks up.

It's a woman frantically asking for Braeden. She needs Braeden. She was referred and she needs to talk to Braeden right now. Braeden keeps a calm voice, hoping to have an effect on the woman on the other line. "Hi, this is Braeden."

"Oh thank goodness. Braeden! My daughter! They took her! I can't find her! Her phone is off and I think they took it from her! They told me she would die—"

Braeden interrupts the lady with the same level voice, "Sorry, Miss. I really want to help you. But I need you to start from the beginning and tell me everything. I need names and locations if you can."

The lady on the other line takes a deep breath. "My name is Teresa Saltorro. My 14 year old daughter, Sophia, was taken from me in our home in San Jacinto hours ago. She was kidnapped by the Greenland Mafia and they are holding her hostage until I can pay up the money they say my husband owed them. I don't believe them. But even if I did, I don't have $20,000 to give them in return for my daughter! I called around for help and someone directed me to you."

Braeden takes it all in, "Okay, I think I understand what's going on. I've heard that the GM does this often. It's just a scheme to get money. I'm sure your husband didn't owe them anything. Do you know if they are still operating out of San Diego?"

Teresa sniffles and continues, "Yes, I'm pretty sure they still are. They told me to meet them at this address: 4770 Hollow Avenue. I have to be there by tonight at 8 with the money if I want to see her alive again! They said I can't bring my cell phone or any electronics because they have devices that pick up on them. They have guns, mija! I don't. I can't go save her! Braeden, please. Save my daughter! I have an inheritance I can pay you from. I'll give you anything you ask. Just please!"

Braeden sighs. She knows that this means she will have to skip out on helping the pack and miss her night with Derek. But a young girl's life is on the line. They'll understand. She has to help this woman get her child back. "You don't have to pay me anything, Teresa. I will bring your daughter home tonight."

After ending the call with Teresa, Braeden alerts the room of the situation even though they heard a great deal of it. "Guys, I have to leave immediately. Stiles, could you call Derek and—"

Stiles nods with his phone in his hand, "I'm already on it."

"Tell him I'm really sorry we have to postpone date night. I'm leaving my phone in your mailbox. I'll pick it up on my way back into Beacon Hills later tonight." Braeden says as she's packing her things. Good thing she takes her weapons with her virtually everywhere.

Kira looks a little worried, "Are you sure you're gonna be fine without a phone? That's a little sketchy. You can't keep in touch with us if you need us."

Braeden winks at her. "You know I can hold my own."

Author's note: Hi everyone! Thanks for reading the first part. Hope you liked it! :) There's more to this story (ALL THE DRAEDEN INTERACTION) but I need you all to answer a quick question. Would you rather me post the second part which is extremely short and then a longer third part? Or would you just like a really long part two? I don't know if you like things drawn out or if you have to know everything right away (like I do). Please respond and I'll go from there. Thanks, loves!