*A/N* So here is chapter two hope you enjoy. No Beta so all mistakes are my own. More notes at the end.*

Chapter 2: A Gypsy's Word

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The Fight to France was long. They made a pit stop at New York to refuel. There a man dressed in a solid black suite and a pin stripped forest green tie walked up to them. He introduced himself as Mr. Crowley and he has two packages for them.

Kate had sent Mr. Crowley with fake passports and traveling documents to go with them. Stiles noticed Matt was staring intensely at Mr. Crowley. Crowley noticed as well and snapped at him.

"What are you looking at boy?" Crowley said in a deep voice.

It made Matt jump and advert his line of sight. "I was just admiring how your outfit brings out the Hazel in your eyes. I didn't mean to creep you out."

"Ah well thank you, but if you wanted to get fucked all you had to do was beg." Crowley replied as the pilot entered the cabin.

"Mr. Crowley your limo has arrived." The Pilot said to him and then turned to us, "We will take off momentarily."

We nodded at him and he left. "Well maybe next time puppet." Mr. Crowley said as he ran his knuckle down Matt's cheek.

Once Mr. Crowley was gone Matt looked at me, but I cut him off before he could get a word out. "It's cool don't worry about it Matt."

The rest of the ride was in silence. We studied the blueprints and the surrounding areas. I checked on who their security provider is and what guards are hired. Matt planned the escape routes and did all the getaway plans we might need.

Nine hours and fourteen minutes later they landed in Paris, France. They were escorted to their hotel and room service delivered their food. Kate planned everything and Stiles was on edge about that. He didn't want this.

No he was supposed to finish college, officially move in with Danny and work for some giant computer company. But then Danny had to get in with Deucalion and end up dead. Now this job will lead me that much closer to Deucalion.

The following morning Matt stayed and worked on his thing while I left to tour the sites and learn where crap is so I have my own escape routes.

Halfway through mid-day a woman bumped into me. She was about my height with dark brown hair and lips of rose. She apologized and walked away. I felt my pockets and realized she pick pocketed me. I chase after her as she runs around the courtyard.

She dives into a narrow alleyway and doesn't slow down. After thirty minutes of running, jumping over bikes, sliding over the hood of the cars, dancing around people, ducking under clothesline and scaling walls we finally come to a stop.

"I'm surprised you kept up American. Most would have just given up and called the cops." She said panting.

"I'm not most Americans lady, now give me back my wallet." Stiles said holding his hand out.

"I don't have your wallet." She responded.

"Yeah you d-" Stiles stopped midway because he felt a weight in his back pocket. He checked and sure enough he had it this whole time. "Wait how did you-"

"Names Jennifer Blake. Probably the only white Gypsy you will meet." Jennifer said smiling as she moved a sweaty strain of hair out of her face.

"I'm-"

"Gemin Stiles Stilinski, World Thief. Yeah I know you." She said cutting him off again.

"Wait how do you know who I am?" He asked looking at all the exits without taking his eyes off of Jennifer.

"You won't believe me if I told you." She said pulling an Apple out of her pocket and took a bite out of it.

"Try me." Stiles said taking a step closer.

"Fine I'm a Fortune Teller." She said all business like. "But there is also wanted photos of you and my wife works with the police."

Stiles wanted to laugh at her first statement, but flinched at the second one. He took two steps back and placed his hand on his hidden gun. She held up her hands showing she meant no harm.

"I don't care to call you in. I have already seen you get captured and I'm not going to tell you. What I can say is everyone goes home eventually." She said walking backwards into a shadowed alleyway.

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"Stiles where are you?" Matt asked through the phone.

"Don't worry I'm scouting out the building. Hey do you believe in Gypsy or Fortune Tellers? I ask because I met one." Stiles said walking past a guy drawing on the ground. Stiles sat next to him and pulled out two sandwiches.

"I really don't believe in them. What did she say?" Matt asked.

"Does it matter? Look I ran into one of Her men, so I got to go. Be safe and I will call you after were done okay." Stiles said pulling out two drinks.

"Okay. Be safe okay."

"Always." Stiles said hanging up. He looked at the guy, "So do you have the stuff?"

"Yes I do. Why did you lie to him?" The man asked.

"Don't. Just don't go there. You know why I'm doing this. You know why I HAVE to do this. Just don't okay." Stiles said exhausted.

"Just, don't over stress yourself. I'm here for you, just call and I'm on the first flight there. You know that Sty." He said.

"How's the old man?" Stiles asked.

"He….he is okay. He is worried for you. Just please call him." The guy said looking Stiles in the eyes.

"Can't, not till He is dead and gone. Also I'm doing this for Danny." Stiles said getting up and dusting off his ass. "Go home Scott."

Xxxxx

*One Week Later*

"So why did we wait a week again?" Matt asked.

"Matt shut up and do your thing. You got two at your two o'clock and three at your nine. Stun not kill, neutralize only. We don't want a death toll okay." Stiles said from one of the office computers.

"Tell me again why I'm the one doing this when you're the fighter?" Matt asked while taking out the next two cameras and placing Stiles' mini-cameras.

"Unless you could hack this server while covering your tracks. Not to mention putting in the set-up program for Echo and oh that's right break into the safe."

"Yeah, yeah you can shut-up now. Hey your cams are up I'm going to clear the two top levels." Matt said walking up the stairs.

"Matt I'm going off line so be ready?" Stiles said as he hit the 'Ctrl+ Alt+ F5'. All the computes on the top ten floors lit up bright red with a dark purple five interlocking circles. Stiles ran to the stairwell and counted to ten.

When he got to ten the door opened and one of the guards walked into the room. Stiles waited just before the door closed and placed his pack in the way. He then grabbed the woman by the mouth and kicked her feet from under her.

"Sorry love, but this is the best outcome really." He said as he slipped into unconsciousness. He got his pack and ran up the stairs. As he got to level nine he saw Matt taking out two guards. Stiles continued up till he got to level ten.

"Hey Matt I'm entering Mister Argents Offices," Stiles lowered his voice, "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Fuck, shit, suck. Matt someone is in the office." Stiles said hiding behind the secretaries' desk.

"Okay just calm down. I saw you engaged Echo so that means their computer also is botched, till we leave. Do you have one of my knock-out sound balls?" Matt asked running to the nearest stairwell.

"Really? Is that what you call them?" Stiles asked as he pulled two out and crept up to the door. He heard mummers through the door.

"Chris just listen for once."

"No. Plus who could hack into our systems?"

"Chris look at the computer screen would you? Someone already has."

"That is the Tech Support down in the lower levels. They put a memo out saying they are doing a systems update and it is doing the first ten floors then the bottom ten. Really sister, you need to keep up with the memos. Just because you vacation the States every other week doesn't mean anything."

"Speaking of the States, did you hear? Deucalion got caught with The Whittemore's property. He hired two men and they stole some important computer chips. During that same night the heir to Whittemore got into a car accident. Unfortunately the passenger died on scene and he got sent to some prison in north Cali. Some place near the Hale Estate."

"What of our friend Deucalion?"

"Oh since all the evidence shows he hired the men and they didn't have real records. So he also got sent into the same prison."

"So what else did he go down for?"

"If you're asking if they know about Mister Danny what's his dick and how you three drawled him out just to kill him. No they don't know."

Stiles heard enough. Now he knows who killed Danny and who was involved. Get this job done and get into that prison. Stiles opened the door and tossed in the Sound Balls. He slammed the door and heard them go off. After he heard a body hit the ground he was about to open the door, when he heard the sound of breaking glass.

He ran in and saw that both bodies were missing and a vault was open. The computer chips were behind the funny looking lock. He opened his computer and saw Echo was ready. He stated connecting wires and linking up his computer.

"Stiles we got company. Actually we have about a whole police force of company. Please hurry up." Matt said thru the com.

"Yeah, yeah I got it. Give me ten minutes." Stiles said.

"Umm I don't think we have that long. Please hurry."

"Matt set the explosives at the level below me and the doors on this level. Then come here and rig the office door." Stiles said as the first lock came undone.

"Okay."

Stiles tapped away on his computer and pulled out what they would need after the third lock is done. The computer went off and the second lock was open. He started on the third lock as Matt set up the mini bomb on the threshold.

Stiles got the dummy chips and Echo chips ready. As the computer was working on the third lock Matt shot the gonad line to the furthest building it would go. The first bomb a floor down went off, Matt started to get antsier.

The computer alerted him that the third lock was open. Stiles pulled the chips and started to replace them with the ones he prepped. The bombs at the stairwell went off, "Stiles we have to go."

"Matt just go already okay. I need to get this done. Meet me at the dark end okay." Stiles said going back to his computer. Matt started to pack all of Stiles' stuff when he saw the first cop round the corner. "Shit! Okay good I'm all set, let's get the fuck out of here."

Matt pulled out his trolley and jumped out the window hooking up to the line. Stiles joined him very shortly, then the last line of defense went off. The ride down was fast and very windy. Matt landed kind of hard, but Stiles jumped off and landed on his wrist.

The sound of a siren got close. Matt hauled Stiles to his feet and they started running. After five blocks of running they came to a dead end. It was just dumb luck that a squad car tuned down the alleyway. "What the fuck do we do now Sty?"

"I don't know, my wrist is busted and there is no where we can run." Stiles said as he pulled out a small block from his pack. "Matt take this. I could break out faster if it's just me. You need to get this to my friend in Beacon Hills."

"No Sty I'm not going to leave you." Matt said pulling Stiles to him.

Stiles kissed him and pulled a small gadget out and attached it to Matt's backpack. Stiles pulled away and pushed him away, "Sorry Matty, Adet."

Matt looked at him with a confused look and heard a small puff. Next thing he knew Matt was yanked up and screamed as he was pulled away. Stiles watched as Matt ascended into the darkness of the night. He looked as the cops approached him, only they weren't cops from here. They were from the states.

"Mr. Stilinski surprised to see us again? Where is the chips?" The man said on the right.

"Or does your associate have them?" The one of the left asked.

"Blah neither he nor I have it. They are going to meet us in a slew of a location. Would you really think I would keep them on either one of us? Now take me to get some ice for my wrist and I will take you to the location." Stiles said shoving pass them.

Xxxxx

Matt watched as Stiles literally moved and pushed him away. They were a partnership, a team…lovers. It's not like he said it often, but still it's there. In all the small gasp of air and thin layer of sheets at night. In the blissful mornings and groaning over coffee.

He might not say it often and when he does it's more for other peoples benefit then for himself. But when he says those three words they mean something hidden, something deep. A place that two other men have ever seen. Danny, his long-time friend along with Scott. Danny who helped get out of his funk when he was dumped. Danny who gave him kisses and love, when he figured that was what Stiles needed.

It was also Danny that made sure no one else could get close to him. But before Danny, there was another. Stiles had a hard time telling him about Danny and that was only after two rounds of sex. But when Matt asked about the first guy, Stiles got a dark look and pushed Matt away.

Whatever that guy did he fucked with Stiles bad.

After Danny died, Stiles got back to that dark place. He dug and dug till one name popped out, Deucalion. He became Stiles' new….obsession.

Now they were one more place from getting Deucalion and Stiles ruins it by saving Matt. After getting on the roof and detaching himself from the edge, Matt started walking to the fire escape.

"So was it out of love or did he do it to get rid of the dead weight?" A woman's voice said from where he just left. "Honestly I know he doesn't love you so it must be the weight. Don't worry he has been like that since he was a kid."

"Oh and how do you know him?" Matt asked get ready for his opening attack.

"Now, now little thief do you want to ruin the one thing that could help you escape? After all he left you the chips because he trusted you with them. Or did he? You can't really tell because we both know that he never taught you how to tell did he? I bet it sucks to know how right I am and how wrong you are."

"You're really fucking with me 'eh…oh you must be the Gypsy he talked about. Now I see Charlatan, what do you want?"

"What I want is to help a friend and to help said friend, I have to help you two. See I really do get little glimpse, snapshots if you will, of the future. Yours isn't going to be fun and it's filled with pain. But knowing that won't stop you. No you truly love this man, even if his heart is with another. Suite yourself, I have to get you out of here and back to Beacon." She said as a helicopter turned on.

Fuck his life if this trip didn't turn out so fucking weird.

*A/N* So sorry this took long, but life and what not. Hope this is enough until next time. Thank you for those who stuck around this long. Thanks to those who are reading this. I hope to get the next chapter out as soon as possible. Until then Blessed Be Readers.*