"Can I get a black coffee please. Melissa?" Turning to Melissa, Chris smiled at the woman in her scrubs with her hair pulled back. Stepping to his side, she eyed the menu.

"It's alright I'll get my own." Melissa turned and smiled. Chris shook his head and chuckled. Crossing his arms, he leant against the counter and waited.

"No, no. I insist. Let me." Chris smiled before Melissa nodded and caved in. She looked up at the menu again before humming to her own thoughts.

"Can I get an expresso with a shot of caramel please. Thank you Chris." Melissa smiled and watched as Argent pulled out his wallet. Handing over some money, he nodded before pulling Melissa over to a table.

"So how was your shift?" Chris smiled as he sat down after Melissa. He could tell she was tired. Judging by the black bags under her eyes, it looks like it was a long shift.

"Long. Two nurses short, a doctor decided to skip shift and I had one patient hell bent on making my life hell." Melissa chuckled with Chris before leaning back and looking to the man. He had offered to pick her up from her shift. Originally it was pick her up and take her to Scott, but somehow they ended up getting a coffee after a call from Deaton.

"Sounds like one hell of a shift. Yet here you are looking ready for another." Smirking, Chris earned himself a fist to the arm before chuckling some more. Things had gotten close between him and Melissa since the ghost rider incident. Something that made things worth fighting for.

"I look a mess covered in god know's what. Really Chris? Before I forget though, thank you for the coffee and the lift." Reaching out, Melissa squeezed his hand and smiled. Argent had gone out of his own way for her.

"You're more than welcome. Looks like our drinks are coming. Who knew we'd have such a nice opportunity." Chris nodded to the waitress putting two drinks onto a tray. Melissa smiled and stood up.

"It's nice to have a date for once. If you don't mind me, I've needed the loo all day." Chris chuckled before blushing. He had wanted to take Melissa out for a meal for a long time but the supernatural seemed to always get in the way.

Watching as she walked away, Chris smiled as he checked her out. He couldn't help it. She was a stunning woman, feisty too. A note being placed on the table distracted Chris before looking up to the waitress as she placed their drinks down.

"A woman came in and asked me to hand that to you." The waitress smiled and nodded before walking back towards the counter. Looking down, Chris eyed the scrunched napkin that the laid on the table. Opening it with a frown, Chris glanced at the hand writing.

We know whose the spark.

Wide eyed, Chris glances at the note before jumping out of his seat. Heading to the counter, he grasps the waitress's arm and pulls her to him. "Who gave you this?"

The waitress stared at him with shock before pointing to the door. "Some woman came in, she- she asked me to give it to you when she left. It's nothing bad is it?" Chris looked to the female before sighing and shaking his head.

"What did she look like?" Chris looked back to the door before frowning. He needed to know who it was, who knows. Was it someone supernatural? Someone who wanted to steal the spark for their own use. Sighing, Chris looked to the waitress.

"Some young blonde brought it in, she just said to give it to you and left just after you purchased your drinks." The female looked at Chris with worry who nodded to the female. If it was just after they bought drinks, the woman would be gone by now.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. It just caught me by surprise." Chris pulled out his wallet and gave the woman a hefty tip before heading back to the table. As he settled down into his chair, Melissa walked over with a smile.

Putting a smile on his face, Chris removed the note from the table and slyly tucked it into his jacket. Pulling his coffee over to him, he took a sip and smiled as Melissa sat down.

"What took you so long? Almost sent a search party after you." Chris flashed Melissa a grin as she spat her drink. He felt bad for her still coughing until a fist hit him in the arm.

"Very funny Argent. Now shut up before I hit you with that sweet taser you gave me." Melissa flashed Chris a smile as she watched him gulp at her threat. "Thank you for what you did for Scott yesterday. He has a habit of getting in trouble. At least I know there is somebody out there looking after him." Melissa flashed a smile and nodded towards Chris.

"No need to thank me, honestly. I didn't do quite too good otherwise he wouldn't of been hit." Chris frowned at his confusion of being thanked. His mind couldn't understand why she was thanking him when Scott was hurt.

"Don't be silly. Knowing Scott, he would of still carried on alone and gotten hit. At least someone was there, especially you. Because I know you will keep him safe." Melissa reached over and grasped Chris's hand squeezing it gently.

Chris moved his hand so that he was holding hers back and smiled. Since the kiss, the pair had grown close. Nothing was officially said but every week they would go for a date night and Chris would pay against Melissa's protests.

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Pulling up to the animal clinic, Chris pulled on the handbrake and lent back. Deaton had called them at the cafe to let them know Scott had woken up. He was going to need a little time to rub a herb paste he had made over night and that they should head over soon.

Melissa looked to the doors and sighed. Too many times in the last few years had she been called here because of the supernatural. Each and every time she wondered if it would be the last.

Chris reached over and grasped Melissa's hand, squeezing it with comfort. "He's going to be alright. Hell he's in Deaton's hands." Chris smiled before letting go of Melissa's hand and climbing out the SUV. He walked round to Melissa's door and opened it, leaning in a slight pose as she climbed out.

"Thanks." Melissa closed the door behind her before matching Chris's step towards the clinic. They step inside with the familiar ring to let Deaton know of visitors.

"In the back" Deaton called distracting the pair. Looking to the gate, Chris smiled before opening it for Melissa. He followed her through checking behind them before bumping into Melissa's back. Looking over her shoulder, he watched as Deaton rubbed a black paste into Scott's shoulder.

"It's not that bad mum." Scott looked over his shoulder to his mother. He wore a smile as if everything was going to be alright. Looking back to Deaton, Scott hissed as the vet rubbed a new handful of paste into the wound.

"What is that stuff?" Melissa walked up to Scott and squeezed his other shoulder. She looked to the paste that Deaton had in a silver bowl. The smell was something she couldn't quite get her mind on.

"A mix of herbs to help speed up the healing process. If applied twice a day for 48 hours, it should help with a full recovery." Deaton smiled before looking up to Melissa as he pulled his hand away.

"The nine herbs." Chris smiled before looking to Deaton. The man nodded to him before gesturing to the side. Melissa looked at the two confused before focusing on Scott.

Chris walked over with Deaton into the reception. Once they were standing on the other side, Deaton closed the gate and crossed his arms looking to Chris.

"Did you find the body?" Deaton leant against the reception and studied Chris's face. Looking for the small amount of changes. He observed as the mans shoulders dropped and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It was gone by the time I got back. No traces of it moving, no traces of it ever being there." Chris sighed before bringing his hand down from his face. He looked up to see Deaton frowning.

"Then my suspicion is confirmed. We have a witch, or even a coven in town. It may be that she was a rogue alone. You said that she was searching for something?"

"There was revealing runes everywhere in the warehouse around the body. As if a blood ritual was done to see for something. I recognise some of the symbols but that's it." Chris pulled out his phone and handed it to Deaton. The man looked at the photo with a frown that seemed to get deeper by the second.

"Indeed it looks like a blood ritual. This symbol here, represents finding. This symbol represents magic, and this one. This one, this one represents change." Deaton handed the phone back to Chris before standing straight. "Judging by the ritual, I would say they are looking for a spark in Beacon Hills."

Chris snapped up to look at Deaton before looking around him. Witches searching a spark meant no good would come to Beacon Hills. "What do you think they want with a spark?"

"Power. If a spark has drawn them here, they would have to be powerful enough to send a beacon. I would not be surprised if they are here to steal the power for themselves." Deaton rubbed his chin before pointing to thin air. "We need to find the spark. Before they are in more danger. And before more witches come to Beacon Hills."

Chris bit his lip before turning and facing the wall. He leant against it before letting out a sigh. "Any idea who the spark may possible be?" Of course he knew. Chris knew exactly who it was, but he needed to know if others knew first. He had kept it secret for a long time.

"It is something that I have been thinking for a while. A spark would need to be hidden but that may be because they are not aware they are a spark. Personally I would not be surprised if it were Stiles." Deaton looked to Chris with a bit of confusion. The man seemed to be stressed and hiding something. "Are you alright Chris?"

Turning around, Chris looked to Deaton before nodding. "I'm fine. It's just I thought we got past all these. All the invasions, or at least most of it. I'll look into Stiles. If it is him, we need to protect him as soon as possible." Stiles would need hiding, and help guiding him.

"Protection may not help. For if he transforms alone, he may die. If the witches are here already, then the spark is in grave danger." Deaton opened the gate and headed back into the backroom. Chris looked down to his phone before sitting down. He flicked through his contact lists before locking his phone.

"Would you mind giving me a lift? I left the car at home" Melissa looked at Chris before nodding and smiling. He stood up and gestured towards the door.

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Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Chris accelerated towards the apartment. Melissa had been quiet on the drive to her work. Only saying thank you with a kiss to cheek before going inside. He had decided to head straight back to the apartment. If Deaton was right, witches in town meant bad news.

Pulling into the garage, Chris sighed before stepping out the SUV. He walked around to the back grabbing a duffel bag and flicking it over his shoulder. Flicking the lock switch, Chris headed towards the elevator and leaned back.

Music played quietly as the elevator rose. Each floor dinging as it passed. Right now all he fancied was a glass of scotch and to just crash in bed not giving a damn. He wold rather be refreshed and start preparations to remove the witches from town.

As the elevator doors opened, Chris reached into his pocket and stepped towards the door. Looking up, he stilled as he noticed the door barely open. Pulling his gun out, Chris aimed in front of him before stepping into the apartment.

Pushing the door gently, Chris looked around each corner of his hallway as he made his way to his office. Peering through the gap, Chris noticed two figures sat at his desk with a drink in their hands.

"What are you doing here?" Chris kept his gun aimed at the two figures who were sat down. They turned slowly and smiled before standing up.

"Not a nice way to great your old friends Christopher. Put the gun down." The female smiled as she crossed her arms and sat back down. "You know it's been too long."

"Three years. What are you doing here Elizabeth?" Chris lowered his gun slowly but not fully. Stepping round the desk, he lowered himself into his chair and placed the gun on the table.

Elizabeth leant forwards and smirked as she rested her head on her hands. "Me and Joseph are here on business. It seems there are rumours of a pack running free in Beacon Hills. I was surprised seeing as it is your turf."

Elizabeth smiled at Chris who scowled at the woman. "I have it under control." Chris leant back and crossed his arms Eyeing the pair sat down in front of him.

"I can see. But I still see wolfs running around." Elizabeth raised her eyebrow as John leant forwards more interested.

"We have a deal. They stick to our code, we don't kill them. They protect the people of Beacon Hills, not harm them." Chris leant forwards and grabbed a glass to pour himself a drink. "Anybody who harms them, will have to go through me."