Chapter 1

Detective Stiles Stilinski sat down at his desk in the Beacon Hills Police Department and waited for his new assignment. He had just closed a case on mysterious killings in Beacon Hills, which was originally thought to be a mountain lion but turned out to be a full blown serial killer desperate to become an alpha, which made absolutely no sense but Stiles wasn't pushing it. OK so maybe he had tried to pry the information from him as his deputy Vernon turned him over to the FBI , but any logical person would be curious to get inside the mind of a serial killer right? Well maybe not any logical man, but Stiles wouldn't exactly call himself logical or even intelligent 90% of the time, and the other 10% he was talking to Scott who could make a tree seem logical.

The man, Peter Hale, was currently serving a life sentence at a mental hospital in Chicago thanks to Stiles input about the guy. No one could actually say the Peter Hale wasn't insane if they sat down with him for five minutes. Talking about Alpha werewolves and killing his own niece, only a crazy person would talk about that kind of stuff! At the end of the day Stiles knew it was his testimony that put the guy in a mental hospital as opposed to a regular jail, but no one in Beacon Hills seemed too upset about that fact. If Stiles was honest with himself he felt guilty about the way it went down, however Stiles would never have to deal with that case again and he was only doing his job.

Stiles had wrapped the case up in just under a month which seemed to impress all of Beacon Hills and Stiles himself couldn't deny how proud he was. The only other time Stiles could remember being this pleased with himself was when he made first line on the lacrosse team back in his sophomore year of high school. Everywhere he went thankful parents gave him baskets of cookies and pies, and his co workers seemed to gush around him, wanting to know how he did it and telling him how brave he is. Stiles didn't know how long this sense of heroism was going to last and he intended to drag it out as long as he could. Stiles knew it had to die down eventually but he wasn't ready to give up the free desserts and glory just yet.

Even Lydia Martin, the police chief and long time crush of Stiles, had congratulated him on the victory. Of course Lydia's way of showing her appreciation was to actually acknowledge Stiles presence at the office instead of her usual tactic of ignoring him, but beggars can't be choosers. After all it wasn't like Stiles expected anything to come from his constant pining over Lydia. It helped that Stiles had recently discovered his sexuality to be slightly more interested in the male gender. Now rejection from the queen bee that was Lydia Martin was more like stubbing his toe compared to the punch in the gut that it felt like back in high school.

Stiles was suddenly jolted back to reality when a stack of papers, that seemed to reach the ceiling, hit his desk. He glanced up to see two large brown eyes resembling those of a new born puppy looking down at him in a pleading gesture. Stiles instantly knew he was screwed. His partner and long time best friend Scott was clearly looking for help with his case reports, which he no doubt put off until the last possible minute. Stiles really did love Scott but sometimes his intelligence level went lower than even Stiles could comprehend and that is saying something because Stiles has done some pretty stupid stuff in his 23 years of life. "Hey partner," Scott offered with those puppy dog eyes seeming browner than ever. "You think you could help me do these case reports?"

"You know Scott, sometimes I like to think that as your best friend since birth I've steered you in the right direction but then this happens," Stiles teased while gesturing to the mountainous stack. "When are they due by?" Scott's mouth turned into a full blown grin as Stiles agreed to help him.

"Would you kill me if I told you tomorrow?" Scott shrugged slightly.

"Well I would kill you, but then who would help me do all these case reports?" Stiles joked matching Scott's seriously huge grin. "Let's get started," Stiles motioned to the large stack of case reports as Scott pulled up a chair and grabbed two cups of soon to be empty coffee cups.

"BOLINSKI," Officer Finstock yelled right in Stiles' ear practically giving him a heart attack as he fell from his soft chair to the cold, hard ground. "Time to wake up cupcake. You're needed by Sherriff Martin." Stiles groaned low in his throat and sluggishly made his way from the ground back to his comfortable chair. He had spent hours doing case reports with Scott, which weren't even finished. Scott must have went home sometime after Stiles fell asleep because his chair was empty and coffee cups disposed of. Stiles bitterly thought of Scott snug at home in his bed for one brief second before getting up and cleaning up the inevitable drool that pooled across his mouth and shirt.

After Stiles had cleaned himself up enough to look semi presentable, he lethargically made his way up the steps to the sheriff's office. Stiles knocked on the door as Lydia not so kindly and not so privately reminded him to do the last time he had been called to her office. She motioned for him to enter and he entered the lion's den with caution attempting to look more capable than his normal self. "Sit," Lydia commanded. Stiles sat in the wheelie chair to his right and eagerly did a spin like he was a child in a grown up chair, which he so was not. "Now Stiles some other detectives and I have gotten together to talk about your progress here at Beacon Hills Police Station and we believe you have been doing a not so horrible job with your last few cases.

Stiles almost thought he heard a compliment in there and counted it as a win. We have decided that you will be the one to take on a new and very…," Lydia paused for a second as though trying to come up with the right word to describe the case "…experimental case."

"Does it involve the spilling of my bodily fluids or possible near death experiences because I kind of like where my bodily fluids are right now, you know, in my body that is," Stiles blabbered. Lydia let out a tiny sigh that could be perceived as a giggle if heard through Stiles' ears.

"No Stiles your bodily fluids will not be spilled… well unless you do something really stupid like piss the guy off," Lydia teased with a little smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.

"Piss who off? Wait who am I pissing off? Or not pissing off I guess? What kind of case is this?" Stiles squeaked.

"Derek Hale who has spent the last 6 months in prison will be staying with you for a little while until the court sees him fit to live on his own again. It's sort of like parole but instead of some big butch cop we thought it would be best to give our new leading detective the case," Lydia said in an almost too polite tone like she knew Stiles wasn't going to agree to this from the minute he stepped in to her office.

Derek Hale Stiles repeated over and over in his mind. Hale, Stiles thought that name sounded familiar when suddenly it hit him. Oh crap. Hale as in Peter Hale, as in the guy Stiles just put in a mental hospital for murdering innocent teenagers. Hale as in Derek's family, for all Stiles knows peter could have been his dad. Can a guy even forgive someone who put their dad in a mental hospital until he died? Stiles isn't sure but he's guessing the likelihood of Derek not ripping his throat out is zero. Lydia could find some other detective or officer like Finstock to take this case because no way was Stiles doing this. Stiles wasted no time in voicing his thoughts because he wasn't doing this and nothing she could say would make him agree to this suicide mission.

"Lydia-"Stiles began but was cut off harshly.

"-Ms. Martin, detective" Lydia ordered trying to sound more like his boss than he had ever heard her sound.

"Ms. Martin," Stiles began again. There is no way I can take this case," Stiles stated trying to sound level and reasonable. "You realize I just put this man's dad in jail for manslaughter right? I don't exactly think that screams best friends forever. Besides don't you think one of the newer officers like Finstock would like a chance to prove themselves to the force? I mean I already had my 15 minutes of fame and I'm good. In fact I'm so good. I'm great even, yeah great. No I'm perfect," Stiles rambled on hoping to make her see reason.

"Stiles, if this case is successful Beacon Hills Police Department will be recognized by the state. Imagine the funding we would get for such a success. Stiles we need the money. Beacon Hill's can only afford to keep so many officers on the force and the next step is to fire people. Do you really want to see people get fired and know you could have stopped it Stiles?" Lydia questioned raising one eyebrow for emphasis.

"Dammit," Stiles whispered. He couldn't watch people lose their jobs and Lydia knew it. Stiles had always had a natural urge to protect people and Lydia knew that too. She also knew that no other guy on the force had just closed a big case and is willing to do something this suicidal to save the force. She was too clever to be outwitted and Stiles knew what he had to do, even if it meant getting his throat ripped out. "Well played Ms. Martin," Stiles bitterly stated sounding like an old drunk whose favorite football team just lost the super bowl. "When does operation avoid getting my throat ripped out commence?" Stiles questioned almost too afraid to know.

"Tomorrow morning. You will pick up Mr. Hale at California State Penitentiary at 8 AM sharp," Lydia snickered and took a bite from a cookie that looked too sweet to be eaten by such a devious but beautiful demon.

"Penitentiary as in high class security prison with barbed wire and swat teams at every exit? Stiles squeaked higher than he thought possible.

"Yes Stiles, but don't worry, Lydia said with an almost caring tone to her voice. "It says on his chart he was only in there for 3rd degree murder, and his lawyer argued it was self defense. Apparently some bitch, last name Argent, tried to burn his house down in the fall. He caught her in the act and took a shovel to her head when she pulled a knife on him. Besides, the judge promised me he's harmless so stop shaking." Stiles hadn't even realized he was shaking until Lydia had not so kindly pointed it out. Stiles abruptly stopped the shivers that coursed through his body and tried his best to look semi professional. If he was going to die, he didn't want Lydia thinking he was a wimp.

"Ok I'll be there, but if I die it better be a damn good funeral, with parades and a marching band," Stiles tried to sound teasing but it came out more stuttery and nervous than teasing. Lydia just gave him and are you serious look and told him he could leave now. Stiles shakily got up and stumbled toward the door as if he were drunk.

"Oh and Stiles one more thing," Lydia snickered as Stiles turned back around and gave her a skeptical look "Peter Hale was Derek's uncle not his dad. Good luck," marveled Lydia who seemed almost overjoyed with the whole situation. Great Stiles thought as he exited her office and slowly made his way down the steps, miraculously not tripping. At least Stiles hadn't locked up Derek's father, just the next best thing.

Stiles made his way back down to his desk letting it all sink in. Tomorrow Stiles was going to die, probably a slow and painful death too. He sighed louder than necessary as he sank into his chair for another nap, possibly his last. Derek Hale was going to be the end of his existence, literally.