Okay, so I've been trying to figure out where this starts in regards to the actual show. The best place I can see it fitting is in season one, beginning at roughly the start of episode eight. This part would probably happen in episode nine, before the whole Peter-alpha-thing. I didn't really plan it out so it may not make that much sense... Just roll with it?
Also! Does anyone know how I can get the spaces in between blocks of text to stay? I'm kind of new to this whole system-thingo.
Chapter Four
"Is she there?" Asked Scott.
Stiles looked around and shook his head. The two went to step out of the alleyway and into the building Catherine's apartment was in but quickly stopped when Stiles pushed Scott back in.
"She's coming out!" He exclaimed.
The two watched as Catherine came out of the building and went to her car. She got into it and drove away. Stiles looked back at his best friend and grinned.
"I still don't think this is a good idea." Said Scott.
The two were making their way up the staircase and to Catherine's apartment.
"You don't think any of my ideas are good." Replied Stiles.
"They usually aren't..." He murmured.
"What?! Out of the two of us I'm the one that comes up with the good ideas remember? All your ideas are either involving going to Derek or just whipping out some claws and waiting till Stiles, that's me, comes up with something better."
Scott rolled his eyes and pointed to the door, "Just get us in."
"Uh ah Wolf Boy. That's your job."
Catherine pulled into a park at the local supermarket and got out of the car. She made her way inside and began finding all the items she had put down on her list of groceries. She went aisle by aisle, familiarizing herself with the place and making sure that she got all that she needed.
She stopped at an aisle when she heard the conversation between a man and a woman in the aisle with her.
"Derek Hale's a fugitive now. He's not going to be anywhere near here during the full moon." said the man.
She raised an eyebrow, hand hovering over a box of tissues.
"We still need to figure out who the other beta is. You said there were two remember?"
The woman gave him a look and then glanced back at Catherine. She had noticed her delay in picking up the box of tissues. Catherine quickly placed it into the trolley and then continued on down the aisle, giving them a friendly smile when she went past them.
Scott was able to unlock Catherine's front door with his claws. When the lock successfully clicked open Stiles fist pumped. Scott gently pushed the door open and the two stepped inside. Stiles closed the door behind him and the two began searching her apartment.
"What exactly are we looking for?" asked Scott.
"Anything that lets us know that she knows anything about werewolves." replied Stiles.
"And what does that look like?"
Stiles threw his arms up in frustration.
"No idea!" He exclaimed.
Scott shook his head. The two rummaged through her draws and searched her cupboards. They went through everything, from the papers on her desk right through to her trash.
"There's nothing here Stiles."
Catherine piled the stuff she wanted to buy onto the checkout. She glanced behind her and bit her lip when she saw the two people from before lining up behind her. The woman noticed her glance at them and shot her a smile. Catherine instantly knew that they were aware that she had heard them talking about Derek.
She tapped her fingers on one of the boxes in front of her as she waited for the person ahead of her to finish paying. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the woman turn to the man. The two exchanged a quick word that ended in the man looking at Catherine and shaking his head.
"Hey there. I don't think I've seen you around town before."
The woman spoke to Catherine. She looked back at her and smiled.
"Oh, I just moved into town a few days ago." She replied.
"How do you like the town?" asked the man.
"I like it a lot so far. The people are really nice."
The man nodded his head approvingly.
"That's what I thought when we first moved here. Chris Argent, we moved into town a couple of months ago."
He held his hand out her, stretching across the woman. Catherine took his hand and the two shook.
"Kate Argent, I'm his sister."
Kate didn't bother to offer her hand to Catherine. The two exchanged smiles instead.
"I'm Catherine, so you moved here a couple of months ago?" She asked.
Chris nodded his head, "If you need anything at all we'd be happy to help."
Catherine smiled and glanced at the checkout chic as she began scanning her stuff.
"I appreciate that," She replied, "Thank you."
The two smiled at her and began taking their stuff out of the trolley with them. Not another word was exchanged between them till Catherine was paying for her shopping.
"Actually... Any chance you know of a good car cleaner? There's some animal blood I need to get out of my boot."
Catherine looked at them and noticed the look they exchanged.
"Animal blood?" asked Kate.
"Yeah. I accidently hit a dog coming home last night and its blood stained my car as I took it to the vet." She replied.
Chris dug into his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled something down before passing it to Catherine. She looked at it and then back at him.
"That should be a good place." He said.
"Thank you."
Catherine made her way up to her apartment with a couple of shopping bags. She placed one down and fumbled for her keys. She placed the key into the lock and twisted at the door knob before unlocking the door. For some reason the door was unlocked. She raised a suspicious eyebrow and quietly placed the bags down onto the ground in front of the door. She pulled out her phone and quickly dialled 911.
"Hello. What is your emergency?"
"Hi, I think there's an intruder in my apartment."
"Where do you live?"
Catherine quickly retailed her address.
"Help will be there soon. Just stay-"
Catherine quickly hung up on the operator and bit her lip. She slowly pushed the door open and slipped inside her apartment. She picked up the baseball bat that was leaning against the door and began looking around her house, searching to see if there were any intruders.
"There's nothing here Stiles."
"There has to be something here Scott! There's no way she can't know about werewolves. Not if Derek is going to react like that."
She gripped the bat and then stepped into her kitchen.
"What the- Scott?!"
She placed the bat down and glared at the two teens. They looked at her with wide eyes and then looked at each other.
"Crap." Said his friend.
"You think?" replied Catherine.
The police arrived at Catherine's apartment five minutes later. The sheriff walked in and saw Scott and Stiles sitting on her couch. He rolled his eyes and rubbed at his forehead. He looked at Catherine and let out a sigh.
"I'm assuming these are the intruders?" He asked.
Catherine nodded her head. She glanced at the sheriff. Her arms were crossed and she was standing in front of the two.
"I'm assuming by your expression you know them."
He nodded his head and joined her in front of them; his owns arms crossed as well.
"That one is my son." He said, pointing at Stiles.
"What the hell are you two breaking into this woman's apartment?"
He glared at them, waiting for an answer. Neither of them said anything.
"They won't tell you. I've been trying to get it out of them for the past five minutes." Said Catherine.
He let out a sigh and turned to Catherine. The two took a couple of steps away from the teenagers and quickly spoke to each other.
"I'm very sorry about this. Would you like to press charges?" He asked.
Catherine glanced at Scott and Stiles before shaking her head.
"No. I'm sure it was just some dumb joke."
He nodded his head and turned to the two. He pointed at both of them and then out the door.
"Outside. Now."
"Ah, hold on a second Sheriff. There is one thing I'd like for them to do."
The three of them turned around and looked at Catherine, all confused.
She smiled and got them to help her bring her shopping in.
Catherine sat curled up on her couch with her laptop in her hands. The internet in her apartment had just been hooked up and the words that she had heard that day were really bothering her.
Werewolves? They can't be real. But after everything... Maybe.
She bit her lip and opened up the search browser. She took in a deep breath and googled the night away.