CHAPTER 3

(I can play this game too)

Young woman, in what was appeared to be men's shirt, screamed. She ran across the living room and tried to hide behind the library. Brown haired man was following her with steady footsteps.

"Come out, come out wherever you are?" his voice was dangerously smooth and calm. "You know I'll catch you eventually…"

Woman held her breath and then suddenly from nowhere men's hand reached for her. She screamed again and in one quick move he caught her arm and pushed her towards the sofa. She fell backwards and before she could take her breath he was on top of her.

"Told ya," Stiles Stilinski whispered to her ear.

Malia Tate was laughing now but she quickly stopped when Stiles started slowly unbuttoning her (his really) shirt. Their breaths became shallow.

"Remember first time we did it?" Malia said with her eyes closed.

Stiles stopped kissing her belly and thought about that.

"Wait… you mean in the mental hospital?" their mouths connected in one deep kiss and he could sense that she is smiling.

"On the sofa, in the basement?" another kiss this time on the neck, Malia moaned.

"After we knew each other whole 2 days?" Stiles continued kissing her, making his way to her thighs.

"Yeah," Malia's voice was husky.

Stiles stopped snagging Malia and gave her slightly puzzled look. "No, I don't remember that."

"Stiles!"

Malia wrapped her legs around his waist and started pulling up Stiles's t-shirt. He helped her and tossed it on the floor when the main doors burst open. It was small apartment, so no hallway and no other door was there to give them time to get some clothes on.

Stiles jumped up, grabbed gun which was lying on the tea table and pointed towards three stunned figures.

"Holy shit! You just got to be kidding me!" yelled when he recognized them.

Scott McCall was staring on half-naked Malia Tate, who looked slightly irritated and quickly trying match buttons on her shirt with right holes and Stiles. His gun was still pointing at him, Isaac and Lydia. He turned to his companions. Isaac was this close to put out his own gun and Lydia's eyes were bigger than usual.

Scott looked back to Stiles and put his hands up. "What the hell Stiles?! We heard scream, we thought…"

Stiles rolled eyes, put gun down and tossed it aside.

"Great, thanks for the support, man. Once you get in the mental institution, I'll treat you like crazy person all the time too."

Isaac checked the hallway outside of apartment, if the noise hadn't startled anyone and then closed the door. Stiles reached for his t-shirt and Malia got up from the sofa. Thanks to that movement her shirt rolled up and they clearly saw that she doesn't have any underwear. Scott smiled and looked away, Isaac gave her appreciative nod and Lydia seemed like that she is going to vomit.

Malia ignored their looks. "I'll make some coffee."

Isaac's eyes followed her to the kitchen corner. Even though he was no in relationship with Allison, he still could appreciate other women body.

"Hey!" Stiles sat down, figured on what is Isaac looking and threw pillow on him. "Not cool, men."

Isaac gave him one of his lazy smugs, and Scott sat down next to Stiles. None noticed that Lydia was heading to the kitchen.

"So, is anyone gonna tell me, what the hell is going on? Why are you all here?"

Scott looked at his best friend.

"You went to see my father." It wasn't a question. "I thought we agreed you will stay out of this." That wasn't question either.

Stiles flinched but instead of Scott he looked at Isaac. He was paying them full attention now and anticipation on his face was more that obvious. He was waiting if Stiles is going to snap or not. He wasn't.

"Yeah, you said, that you will take care of this. Feds are breathing on my dad's neck but I don't see you would actually do something. Scott, you are my best friend but this is my father, we are talking about."

"Stiles, feds are not breathing just on your father's neck, but on ours too. We have people on the police department, let them take care of this. Ok? Promise me, you are not going to do anything stupid."

Scott put his hand on Stiles's shoulder, it was just a gesture but they both understood its meaning. Stiles nodded on agreement. Scott was like his brother, he cared about Sherriff too. He cared about everyone in the Pack, sometimes too much.

"Are you taking your meds?"

All three men in the room knew, why Scott asking about that. It was not just a polite question. Stiles off his meds was dangerous.

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Malia stepped into the kitchen and pressed button on the coffee-maker . When she reached on top shelf for the mugs, she heard unmistakable heels behind her. Malia didn't turn right away, she took her time to find spoons and sugar.

Lydia was staring at her back, watching her grab milk from the fridge, when Malia finally approached her.

"What?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking what a lucky coincidence it was, that you met Stiles in that hospital."

Malia watched as red-head slowly making her way towards her. Lydia had heels while she was barefoot, so even that they were usually same height, Malia was smaller now. And she didn't like that. She didn't like that at all.

"What's your problem, Lydia?"

"My problem is that I'm not buying your "long lost daughter" thing you're playing."

Lydia was now circling around the kitchen desk, pretend to be curious about cook book she found. She was enjoying Malia's anger, perfectly calm, slowly turning pages and waiting to her reply.

"I guess that paternity test is not enough for you then?"

Now she had her where she wanted. Honey was dripping from her voice when she spoke again.

"Well, what if they made a mistake? I'm sure for your safety and insurance, you wouldn't mind to repeat it again." Lydia paused, looked innocently on the other girl. "Would you?"

It was Malia's turn now, she had quite temper and no mood for mind games. She reached to Lydia and shut the book almost with her fingers in it.

"Are you threatening me, Lydia? Because, I can play this game too, you know. How is my father doing, anyway? You two are such a close friends, but I wonder what Aiden is thinking about that? I'm sure he wouldn't be happy to find you about your secret night meetings downtown, huh?"

Lydia's face was now colored in brighter red than her dress. None suppose to know about her affair with Peter. Officially (as much as dating with wanted criminal, can be official) was dating with Aiden and she was pretty sure that none from the Pack would appreciate her weakness for Peter.

"You little bitch."

Malia had calculative smile on her face as she knew exactly where to hit her.

"Back off, Lydia. You had your chance with Stiles, so stop playing jealous ex or I swear…"

"Lydia?"

That was Isaac, he was standing in the kitchen door, eyes skipping from Malia to Lydia and back. They didn't look at him, still staring on each other.

"Lydia, we have to go. Coach just called, he is waiting for us in the docks. There is a problem with the…" he looked on Malia quickly. "With the goods."

"What?!" Lydia shook her head and her attention was on Isaac now. "Are you kidding me? Again?!"

Isaac nodded.

Without looking on Malia, Lydia followed by Isaac left the kitchen. Stiles was still sitting on the couch but Scott wasn't there anymore. Lydia assumed that he went get the car. Isaac left the apartment without a word, but she stopped in the main door.

"Sorry that we crushed your evening."

Stiles turned to her, goofy smile on his face, one of those she loved that much.

"No, you are not."

He was right, she wasn't sorry. She wasn't sorry at all.

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Agent McCall walked into his motel room. It wasn't much, but he was in the office all the time anyway. He didn't bother turn the lights on, his intention was to take a quick shower and get to bed. This evening however wasn't alone.

The door shut behind him, Rafael turned and pulled out his gun. Right behind the door was a person. Whoever it was, that person was wearing black hoodie and standing in the shadow, so it was hard to say if it was men or a women.

"There is no need for that, agent McCall," hoodie pointed on his gun.

"What do you want? Scott send you?"

Person put hands up and started slowly walk towards him.

"In about five minutes you will receive a call from your supervisor. He will tell you, that there is an undercover operative within the Hale organization. And that operative is me."

Shadowy figure was now standing right in front of him and slide the hoodie down.

Rafael's chin dropped. You just got to be kidding me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I had to :-D
Next time, I hope I'll be finally able to write some action, also Allison (Scallisaac!) and Derek will show up... anyone is exited?

Oh, and if you are Scallisaac shipper, you may want to check my new fic - Summer Day & Christmas Morning

Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your comments and reviews, I hope you are enjoying the reading so far and looking forward to another chapter