Derek watches his campion she is simply far to relax for the situation that they are in. Honestly who could be relaxed in the back of a cop car in cuffs? Derek likes to think that he is a quick study and he can read people, but this girl is a total mystery to him. He can't get a handle on her. On one hand she is the total bad ass he punched a cop, but then she is a typical teenage girl with normal insecurities. Now she reminds him of the cat who ate the cannery. It's like she knows something, and what ever that information could be is enough for her to own the cop. He is interested to see how this plays out.
Spencer sits in the back of the car bored. She had been in Beacon Hills less then a day and she was already in trouble. If she was normal she would be scared right now; scared of going to jail, and sacred of mad her Aunt is going to be when she has to come and pick her up from a police station. However, Spencer isn't normal. She's been question by local police, state police, and the FBI. This is just another day in the life of Spencer. Sometimes she wonders how different things would have been if Allison had never came into her life. It's to late now. So her she sits puffing air out threw her lips making sounds as she waits for their ride to the station, because at the station is where the real fun begins. It's going to be her versus Wilden.
"You most people would be scared. You're not even blinking." Derek breaks the silence because honestly he simply really wants to know.
Never one to give an answer with out receiving one first Spencer asked a few questions of her own. "Your not sacred either. Considering the body was found on your property I think you have more to fear then I do. So who was it that they found? Did you kill her?"
"She was my sister, and no I didn't kill her. I cam back to find out who did kill her. The cops really don't know who or what they are looking for." It was a true enough statement. They had no idea that they were looking for a werewolf. "Whats the deal with you and the cop?"
Spencer winced. She recognized the look in the males eyes. The incessant need for the truth. She spent years chasing after Ali's murder trying to uncover her so call friend had, and all it lead to were more clues that lead to more clues. Obsession, it never ends well. "Be careful the search for the truth can lead to crazed obsession quick, and once you go down that rode there is no coming back. As to Wilden, well we go back; he's from my hometown. He's an idiot; he simply can never make it stick. If I was betting I put money on us being out by night fall."
Wilden got in the car a few moments later and Spencer had to roll her eyes. Only he would volunteer to drive the patrol car. He was so predictable. "So you two have a nice chat? Do any bonding on the murders that you have respectively committed? " His question was met with silence from the occupants of the back seat. "How ya doing Spence it's been awhile? No meltdown? No more stints in the crazy house? I ask because I need to know if you should be on suicide watch." Wilden thought that he was so clever bring up one of the most painful moments in Spencer's life hoping to get her talk. He was an armature.
"What the hell did you do follow me here? I mean we did get your ass reassigned after you questioned a minor without representation." Spencer smirked. "How did it feel to get thrown off one of the most high profile case in the last decade?"
"You mom's not here to protect you. And your such a little liar that no one would believe you. I bet I can do whatever I want to you and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it." Wilden sneered as he looked in the rear view mirror.
"Careful Wilden I know all of your secrets. Cape May, NAT, oh and let's not for get Lancaster." Spencer winked at him showing her amusement at his obvious discomfort.
"You listen to me you little bitch if you think for one second that I am going to let you," but Wilden didn't get a chance to finish his threat. Derek had enough.
"Hey why don't you leave her alone." Derek couldn't take the verbal abuse that the cop was directing to the girl beside him. Enough was enough. "You're suppose to be an adult and a cop. I suggest you start acting like a professional."
"Look at that you've already found yourself another protecter." Wilden had a sickening smile on his face. "Lets see there was Ian, Wren, Garrett, Jason, and Toby all of them have lied for, covered up evidence for you. I bet one or two of them would have killed for you. She has a thing for older men so you might actually have a chance.
Spencer snorted at Wilden's little rant he was pathetic. "Jealous Wilden that you're not on that list? As you said I like them older. Oh that's right I'm not blonde. I'm not your type. Lets see there was Cece, Allison, and you even went for Hannah. You like them young, and you like them blonde more importantly you like them weak. So naughty tsk tsk."
"I like it when they know how to keep their mouths shut. Maybe it's a lesson that I should teach you." Who the hell was Spencer Hastings to question if he was a man or not?
"Bring it on. You want a back eye to go with that lip?" Spencer got as close to the gate as she could get.
"We'll have to continue this another time we're here." And with that the threats and taunts ended.
