"You know, I was studying at his house last week. We were talking about lacrosse and movies and girls, like normal teenage boys do. I don't understand why anyone would want him dead." Liam said, staring into the distance as if in some kind of weird trance, eyes glazed over. Lydia had her arm wrapped around Liam and patted his shoulder in a half hearted attempt to cheer him up. She knew there was nothing she could do, really. Liam suddenly snapped out of his sort-of-trance and threw his head in hands, "he was my friend," he managed to say through choking tears. Scott slumped onto the bench next to Liam and his gaze dropped to the floor, as if out of respect to the grieving boy, and spoke softly, "Liam, I know this probably the last thing you want to hear right now, man, but we've got another problem on our hands-"
"A very big problem!" Stiles interjected loudly before Malia gave him a violent shove to shut him up.
"Er, yeah," Scott continued, "there are FBI agents here to investigate the case,"
"What?" Lydia snarled, "in what way is this their problem?"
"Yeah, we don't know," said Stiles, "but what we do know is that if they dig too deep into this case and realise that there's some Paranormal Activity type shit going down, we're going to be locked up somewhere and it won't be pretty. Plus, the Benefactor will be running free and he'll kill every name on the deadpool, which will also not be pretty."
Liam sniffed and peered up at Stiles, "so, what are you expecting us to do about it?"
Scott and Stiles glanced at each other; "well, we have a plan," explained Scott, "if we find whatever did this – whether it be a Werewolf, Werejaguar, Werecoyote or something completely different – before the FBI do, we can come up with a cover story that Stiles' dad can give to the FBI so they get off our backs."
"Am I the only one who thinks that sounds like a pretty shitty plan?" asked Malia, her eyes darting around the group to see if anyone else felt the same. Instead, they were just staring at her with judgement in their eyes.
Stiles shot a dramatic look at Malia to show his offence, "It's not the best plan I've ever had, but it's all we've got, okay?"
"We've already got Kate, the Benefactor, and the death of a fellow student to deal with; I could do without the FBI adding to the list of issues," Kira said, "so I say we give Stiles' plan a shot."

After what seemed like hours of arguing against Malia's 'why don't we just kill them both?' mindset, they all agreed to follow Stiles' plan and meet at Derek's place after school (Lydia wasn't very happy about this; she thinks Derek's house smells like wet dog). There was one thing they could all agree on; this was going to be a long term.

"Okay, so this boy has been killed in the high school changing rooms, but we don't know who or what did it?" Derek asked with indifference, as if he'd gone through this a thousand times before (which he had).
Stiles leant back on the cold brick and sighed, "yeah."
Derek looked around at the group of disheartened and exhausted teenagers and realised they weren't really getting anywhere. "Wouldn't we be better off talking to Deaton about this?"
Scott shrugged, "that would be of some use if we actually had the body-"
"Which we don't." Stiles called from somewhere in the back of the room. The kid was always making unnecessary comments and Derek rolled his eyes. Determined to make some progress, Derek took a deep breath in and swung around to face Stiles, who was leaning rather casually against the wall. "Stiles, how much do you know about this kid's past?"
"Not much. We never really talked," Stiles said with a shake of his head, "but my dad has records on basically everybody. I could sneak into his office and take a look at his file."
Derek's eyes lingered on Stiles' lanky frame resting against the wall and the corners of his mouth curled upwards slightly. One could argue he smirked at him. "Sounds great. You do that." Derek turned away from Stiles once again, "as for me; I'll come and meet you guys every day after school for the next few weeks. That way, I can use my werewolf hearing to listen out for anything suspicious, and you guys can tell me anything you find out without having to trek to my house which, apparently, is not the most pleasant place to spend an evening." The grumpy wolf shot Lydia and narrow-eyed look. Lydia shrugged, "I could use my banshee powers to find out if anyone else is going to die." Lydia sighed and furrowed her brow, "I'll probably need to go to the crime scene though, or at least take a look at something that belonged to him."
"I can get you something." Liam assured her.
"Right, okay. Not much of a plan but it's a start..." Derek said under his breath.
"Hey! What about us?" Scott threw his hands up with indignation, "can't we help?" Faint murmurs came from Kira and Malia, who were nodding fiercely in agreement.
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Use your acute senses to find out anything suspicious at school and help defend it from another attack,"
"If there is one." Stiles added.
"Yeah," Derek almost smiled, "and help the others."
Stiles purposely gave a loud cough and Derek flinched as it echoed around the room. "Not that Stiles needs help," he hissed with a clenched fist and dramatic eye roll.

Stiles looked especially pleased with himself as they all bustled out of Derek's place. They still had no idea who maimed an innocent young boy, but at least they knew what they had to do now. At least they felt like they were helping.

"Oh, shit!" Stiles cried as he and Scott were making their way home.
Scott jumped slightly and frowned at his over-dramatic friend. "What the hell?" he snapped.
"We forgot to tell Derek about the FBI agents. That was, like, the whole point of us going."
Scott didn't reply for a moment, he just stared blankly into the distance, as if in disbelief that they could've been so stupid. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter. We'll tell him next time." Scott tried to sound positive.
"But, we need his help-"
"Nah," Scott sounded confident, but Stiles wasn't sure if that was how he truly felt, "We got this, right?"
"Yeah, we got this."

Guys, I know this is probably the shortest chapter in the history of all chapters, and I'm really sorry. I haven't had much time recently, but I thought it was about time I updated! Hope you enjoy this even though it's not very long (and a little boring). Thank you all for being so patient. :) - Lucy xx