"I really don't feel comfortable doing this," Izzie said once she, Scott, and Derek were all inside Isaac's house.

"I gave you the option of staying in the car," Derek shrugged.

"The one who stays in the car is always the first to die. Considering I'm the only human out of the three of us, I'd rather take my chances in here."

"Then don't complain," Derek said simply.

"Just leave her alone," Scott said standing in front of the other two. "So if Isaac didn't kill his father, then who did?"

"I don't know yet," Derek answered. Izzie could hear the 'but I'm going to find out' in his tone.

"Then how do you know he's telling the truth?" Scott asked while they all walked further into the house.

"Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them, not just your sense of smell," Derek said and Izzie smirked from behind him.

"You saw the lacrosse today," Scott stopped in his tracks.

"Yeah," Derek affirmed.

"Did it look that bad?"

"Yeah," Izzie and Derek said at the same time.

"If you wanna learn," Derek said opening the door to the basement, "start now."

"What's down there?" Scott asked.

"Motive."

"What exactly am I looking for?"

"Follow your senses."

Izzie followed behind Scott. She ignored the fact that her head was starting to pound more and more the further she walked into the basement. She figured it was her intuition buddy telling her to turn back, and even though she knew it was stupid to ignore it, she kept going anyway. Scott kneeled to the ground when he saw scratch marks, but Izzie looked ahead to see a freezer. She squeezed her eyes shut to get rid of the pounding in her head, and walked forward when Scott finally noticed the freezer too. Izzie and Scott stared at it for a couple of seconds, and jumped when Derek appeared with his flashlight.

"Open it," he said to Scott.

Scott pulled out the lock, and lifted the top up. Izzie gasped when she saw scratch marks all over the place. Some of them even had traces of blood on them. Izzie brought her hand to her head and closed her eyes. She regretted it the moment that she did.

"Please don't, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," Izzie cried as she was tugged down the stairs, only it wasn't her, it was Isaac.

"Shut up," the person dragging her down yelled.

"It won't happen again. Please, don't," Isaac cried out while he was struggling to get away.

It didn't work, and he let out a yelp when he was thrown into the freezer that he hated so much.

"Dad, please," Isaac tried to beg one more time.

"I said shut up," his dad said as he closed the lid shut.

Isaac yelled out when he heard it lock, and immediately began clawing at the lid. It was dark, and he couldn't see and it was so hard to breathe. He knew the clawing would do no good, but his breathing was becoming faster and shallower, and he needed to get out as fast as possible.

When Izzie opened up her eyes, she was laying on the floor with Derek behind her.

"What happened?" Izzie asked, breathing almost just as fast as how she was in her vision.

So much for controlling what she sees when she's awake. It was the first time she had ever had one like that before. Usually, she would just be there watching whatever was happening. But this time, it was her that the events were happening too. She for sure needed to talk to Deaton as soon as possible.

"I don't know," Scott said looking extremely concerned, "Derek and I were talking and then out of nowhere you just went down. Derek tried to catch you, but it didn't work out too great."

Izzie put her hands on her temples, and concentrated on getting her breathing back to normal.

"Sorry. I guess I forgot to mention that I've had a really bad headache almost all day?" Izzie asked, hoping the werewolves didn't sense that there was more to the story.

"Are you alright," Scott asked as Derek helped her to stand up. He was behind her, and even though she looked okay, he held onto her arms just to make sure she stayed steady.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My head just hurts is all," Izzie said, leaning into Derek the tiniest bit, "I think I should probably go home."

Scott had this look on his face that told Izzie he was torn over something.

"I need to stay here; my control isn't going to last much longer. Will you take her home?" Scott asked Derek, the unhappiness at the situation present in his voice. Derek nodded his head, and quickly led Izzie outside and into his car.

"What the hell just happened in there? Don't you dare tell me it was just a headache," Derek pulled started driving away.

"Well you know that thing I've been trying to tell you about for a while now?" Izzie asked, the pounding in her head having disappeared

"Are you finally going to tell me now?"

"Apparently I'm a witch," Izzie blurted out. It's not like she ever got anywhere when she tried leading in to it.

"A what?" Derek looked at her as if she had grown three heads with a bulging horn in the middle of them.

"Yeah, I see and know things that I shouldn't be able to. Deaton's been helping me to control it, but that's the first time that's ever happened," Izzie said a bit shaken up.

"What exactly did just happen?"

"I got shoved into a freezer and I couldn't breathe," Izzie said before pursing her lips.

"Well that explains the heartbeat and breathing. Does Scott know?"

"No," Izzie said quickly. "Only you, Stiles and Deaton."

"You told Stiles?"

"I had no idea what was going on with me, and Stiles is the best at figuring things out. I was desperate okay."

"That's why you have a job at the clinic. To cover up that you're learning how to control it."

"Yes. I was going to tell Scott after we dealt with Peter, but things ended a lot differently than I expected."

"So what all does Stiles know?"

"Just what I told him at the very beginning. I haven't talked to him about it since I started getting help from Deaton."

Derek nodded in acknowledgement, and the next few minutes were filled with silence until Izzie's phone began to ring.

"So what's your plan?" Izzie answered when she saw it was Stiles who was calling.

"The Argents are sending a guy to the station to kill Isaac. Allison said she slowed him down, but I'm going to need Derek to help get rid of him."

"Okay, so why are you calling me?" Izzie asked.

"Because I don't know where Derek's new hideout is."

"And you think I do?" Izzie said, sounding annoyed.

"Not yet. But you will once you use whatever mojo it is that you used on the night of the formal."

"Look, Derek just dropped me off at my house," Izzie lied, "I'll call him and tell him I need him to come back. You can just meet him here," Izzie glanced at Derek.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Do you have a better one?" Izzie replied, but only received silence as an answer. "Look, just be at my house in ten minutes," Izzie hung up her phone.


After five minutes of arguing, Stiles finally agreed to take Izzie along to the station. He knew Scott wouldn't be happy, but Izzie can be just as scary as a werewolf can when she's angry. At least when the anger is towards him anyway. Pulling up to the station, there still wasn't an exact plan set.

"The keys to every cell are in a lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk," Stiles said.

"I'll distract her," Derek said, beginning to get out of the car.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You? You're not going in there," Stiles said grabbing Derek's shoulder. "I'm taking my hand off," he said when Derek glared.

"I was exonerated," Derek said.

"But you're still a person of interest."

"An innocent person."

"You? Yeah, right," Stiles said, not bothering to hide his amusement. "So what's your plan?"

"To distract her," Derek said slowly.

"How? By punching her in the face?" Stiles asked.

"Oh my god, you're such a moron," Izzie said, tired of staying out of the conversation.

"By talking to her," Derek answered.

"What are you going to open with?"

Izzie ran her hand through her hair when the jeep went silent.

"Dead silence, that will work beautifully. Any other wonderful ideas?" Stiles asked.

"Well, I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

Derek got out of the jeep followed by Izzie and Stiles. The teens rolled their eyes at Derek's distraction tactic of flirting, and sneakily made their way past the front desk.

When they got to the sheriff's office, Stiles realized too late that the keys were already gone.

"What do we do now?" Izzie asked quickly.

"We get to Isaac, before that guy does," Stiles answered already walking out towards the door.

Stiles led the way, as Izzie had no idea where they were going. He turned a corner, and Izzie stopped when she heard him say something that was about to sound like an excuse.

"Oh shit," Izzie heard instead, and she knew that Stiles had just ran in to the hunter.

She heard Stiles try to get away, and then a dragging sound. Izzie jumped when she heard the fire alarm go off, and quickly turned around the corner. When she saw the blood trail on the ground, she began to follow it, hoping that none of it belonged to Stiles. When she got to the doorway of the room where the cells were, she froze to see one cell open and mangled. Izzie jumped when Isaac appeared out of nowhere and went after the hunter. She saw Stiles scramble to hide behind a desk, and she quickly dove down to meet him there.

Izzie held her breath as she watched Isaac go after the hunter's hand that was holing a syringe. She let out a gasp when Isaac hit the man's head against the wall, knocking him out. Derek came in and stomped on the syringe, but Izzie was too focused on the way that Isaac was staring at her and Stiles like they were a meal. Izzie closed her eyes as Isaac started to come towards them, but she let her eyes open when she heard Derek roar at Isaac.

Isaac backed away with a look of fear, and got down on the ground before he started cowering. Once Isaac was human again, he looked up at Derek, but still continued to tremble from where he sat.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asked with a shaky voice.

"I'm the alpha," Derek said. Izzie rolled her eyes at the cockiness that she heard in his voice.

"Well aren't you just special," Izzie said, laced with just enough attitude to make Derek glare at her.

"Is now really the best time to show off how much you hate him?" Stiles asked Izzie, causing her to roll her eyes. Stiles didn't know just how far off the mark he was. Izzie took another look at Isaac and felt an overwhelming urge to hug him due to the terrified look that was still on his face.

"You two have to get out of here before somebody sees you." Izzie said to Derek.

Derek nodded his head, grabbed Isaac by the arm, and proceeded to walk out through the room.

"You should probably go too," Stiles started, "if my dad sees you here you'll probably never be able to get away with anything ever again."

"I can't let you take all the trouble for this," Izzie said gesturing towards the cell and the guy on the floor.

"My dad has gotten used to me being everywhere, I can handle it. Now go before he gets here."

Izzie sighed, but she gave in and quickly left the room. She was curious though, to know what smartass remark or story Stiles was going to feed to his dad.

A/N: Since there was such a long wait before the last chapter came out, I decided to update today rather than waiting. It's not the longest chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway.