Nathan is sitting next to his twin, Logan, listening to his dad lecture them. They had been sent home from school after a prank their teacher didn't think was funny.

"You boys are better than this! This is like the third time this year!" Stiles is furious.

"But Dad! Mr. Wilson didn't even get hurt (concussions don't really count, right?)," Logan argues. "It's not our fault he can't handle a bit of fun." Stiles stares at Logan who looks sheepishly back at him before adding a quick, "Just kidding."

"Ok guys, this is your last warning before we start dishing out punishments, understood?" Stiles crosses his arms over his chest, trying to mimic the intense intimidating powers his husband possesses.

Logan nods hastily. Nathan rolls his eyes, but grunts his agreement. They wait until after their Dad leaves the room before they start talking to each other.

"Well, that was fun," Nathan whispers. Logan nods. "We need to take a break from the teachers, but I thought of something else we can do." Nathan sneers, and his twin looks up and frowns. "How do you feel about visiting grandpa and his files?"

Logan returns his brother's grin with his own wolfy smirk.

… And that's how they end up grounded two nights later…

Mr. Stilinski takes pride in his home office. It's always perfectly organized- never a folder out of place. That's how he knows something is wrong. When he sits down at his desk, he notices that there is one piece of yellow writing paper haphazardly jutting out of the top drawer.

Most people would dismiss the idea that someone had been snooping around where they didn't belong, but after years of being Sheriff… Well, he knows someone has been rummaging through his desk. He opens up every drawer and every file. He curses under his breath when he realizes the extent of the damage.

Pages of the Benson file are in the Raolly file. Pages from the Ashby file are stapled to the back of the MacDonald folder. Some folders are completely stapled shut, and is that super glue? Where are all of his paper clips? All of the rubber bands are tied in knots. And, then he sees the doodles.

"Those stupid kids…" Stilinski sighs. He flips through the pages of the case files that are filled with doodles. Some of the mug shots have mustaches drawn on them- male or female it doesn't matter. Some notes are scribbled out and alternate words have been added. There are stick figure gun fights, high speed chases on pogo sticks, crime scene photos from a 'cereal' killing…

He tries not to laugh; he really tries. Fury flows through his system at the thought of Nathan and Logan looking through the classified files, but… Darn it, those are his grandkids. It's slightly hilarious. He allows himself to chuckle for a moment, but then he steels himself and collects the damage in a large cardboard box.

He knocks on the Hale house door and waits patiently until it is opened. Derek has a look on his face that asks 'why did you feel like you had to knock', but he doesn't speak. Mr. Stilinski motions to the box that is sitting beside him. "Will you take this inside for me? I need to have a talk with you and Stiles."

Derek bends down and picks up the box. He sits it down in the living room and goes into the kitchen to get Stiles.

"I didn't do anything," Stiles says out of habit.

"Oh, I know you didn't," Mr. Stilinski smirks, "but two little some ones did." He points to the box.

Stiles sighs and forces himself to look inside. He pulls out folder after folder and gets angrier and angrier. The growl that escapes his lips is deep and furious. He stalks over to the stairs. "Logan Alexander and Nathan Robert HALE! Don't you dare even think about coming down these stairs to find out why you're in trouble. You KNOW why you're in trouble. YOU'RE GROUNDED! G-R-O-U-N-D-E-D!"

The three men can hear the hushed 'uh-oh' from upstairs.