CHAPTER FOUR

(How is this even possible?)

Shadowy figure slide the hoodie down and waterfall of brown hair spread over its shoulders. That person, who was standing right in front of him was a woman, early twenties, very beautiful in that girl of next door sort of way. This really must be a joke.

Rafael McCall was staring at Malia Tate, his gun still pointed at her, when phone in his back pocket started vibrating.

"Go on, answer it," she said, put her hands down and sat on the corner of his bed. Malia obviously not bothered with a FBI agent or his gun, crossed her legs and waited.

He did answered and it turned out that she was telling the truth. His boss didn't give him any details, he said that she will explain everything and from now on, they must cooperate.

"How is this even possible?" Rafael turned to the woman. He still couldn't believe any of that. It didn't make any sense.

"I don't have much time, but I can give you short version of the story." Malia stood up and reach for the sports bag, he hasn't noticed before. She pulled out a few files and threw them on the bed.

"I didn't plan to blow my cover to you but thanks to some circumstances, and Lydia Martin, I don't have a choice. I guess you've already figured out that I'm not Malia Tate or even better, Malia Hale. Real Malia lives in Texas with her husband and doesn't want to know about any of this. After Jackson Whitmore was compromised, we needed to get inside of the Pack."

Malia stopped talking for a second and looked on Rafael if he is catching up. His face was more confused than understanding but she assumed it will do for now. Malia opened first file in which were photos known Pack members, very much like those Rafael had on his board.

"There is no way into the Pack, actually. Some of the Pack members know each other from childhood..." she picked up Stiles and Scott's photos. "Some of them are family," she pointed on Derek, Peter and Cora. "And most of them went to the same high school together." Next to Stiles and Scott landed photographs of Lydia, Isaac and Allison.

"They don't trust outsiders, build the way up is work for years, and we didn't have enough time for that. Besides Jennifer Blake and Matt Deahler are perfect examples for what will happen to people who aim too high. Few months ago, at the time when the police station bombing happened, we have picked up a message that Peter Hale discovered that he has daughter somewhere, FBI decided to use that information and send me there, instead let him to find his real daughter. "

Agent McCall was glaring at the young woman. It was ridiculous, someone that young couldn't be FBI agent, but then... his son was the same age as she was, and he was more than capable of taking care of himself.

"We had to be careful, family of not, Peter Hale is capable of anything, so we also used plan B, which was Stiles Stilinski. I met him in the hospital, suggested that I know who my father is, and...well, it worked. "

It was something about how she spoke about Stiles, which made Rafael realized that, their relationship is no longer just about the mission. She really liked him. Agent McCall felt sudden connection with the young woman who sat next to him. He knew exactly what it is to investigate someone you love.

Malia seemed to realize it too but she was professional, she put the thoughts away and continued. She had a lot to explain and time was running out.

"Obviously there was an issue with the paternity test, we had to switch the results and that operation was planned for months. Right now, there are two problems. Lydia Martin and her jealousy is number one, because she is threatening with repeating the test and another one is Yakuza."

"Wait," Rafael stopped her. "Yakuza? Scott is dating Kira Yukimura, isn't that right? Yakuza is off the picture, they pose no threat to the Pack, they are allies."

Malia snorted, Rafael McCall had no idea how the Pack works on the relationship basis.

"Kira was distraction for Scott, like Matt Deahler was for Allison, like Erica Reyes was for Isaac. They were just obstacles to make things more interesting. Unfortunately, this time Scott started something, he really shouldn't have. He expected that Kira will turn to his side and that she will spy her family for him, like Allison used to do with Argents. Scott thought that this way, the Pack will crush competition, but he was wrong. Kira is not Allison and she stayed loyal to Yukimura clan."

Malia turned to agent McCall who was going through the bunch of photos. His brows furrowed when he took to his hands picture with three laughing people on it. It was taken last month, when Lydia as always celebrated her birthday in the Kanima Club. Allison was sitting on the couch, she was wearing very short dress and her legs were stretched over Scott and Isaac. All of them had drinks in their hands and looked more than just drunk.

"So, Scott is..." Rafael started. "Hold on, he is with Allison and Isaac?! Like all of them together?"

Malia shook her head. Great, concerned parent.

"I am telling you here about another possible gang war and this is what you take from it? Oh, for God's sake!" Malia added when she saw that this hasn't helped at all and Rafael is still confused. "Yes, Scott is bisexual. Yes, he is sleeping with both Allison and Isaac. Now, can we please go back to Yakuza?"

Rafael swallowed the bitterness and threw the photo away. His concern wasn't that Scott is living in threesome relationship. Problem was that he hasn't seen it before. Not that it's just made him bad father but it also changed the whole idea how the Pack dynamics works. He could throw their psychological studies to the bin. What else he missed?

Malia probably reassured with his silence continued.

"Like I said, Yakuza is the main problem right now. They are blocking Pack's shipments, even stealing from them. Two days ago there was incident in the docks and Lydia looked pretty pissed. From how it looked like, it did happen before. My report about it is in this file."

Malia got up from the bed and agent McCall repeated her movement. His head was spinning with questions, and he still wasn't sure if this is not just very elaborate joke. Rafael looked at Malia as she was ready to leave.

"How do you handling it?" Rafael asked, even though he was pretty sure she won't answer. And Malia surprised him once again.

"It's weird sometimes, "she took a breath. "When they send me here, I expected they will be the classic mobsters who we know from the movies. Wondering around, cutting people fingers, taking drugs... they will talk about their latest victims and how they enjoyed killing them. "

Malia bent down to take her bag and met Rafael's sympathetic, almost understanding look. Like he knew what she is going to say.

"They don't do that, huh?"

"No, they don't. I know I'm not in the inner circle yet but I haven't heard once, that anyone of them would admit that they killed someone. They are not taking drugs, they don't smoke, employees from the Hale clubs love them, they are paying taxes... Find some evidence or witnesses against your son and the others, is harder than catching Al Capone. I honestly don't know how to get them, agent McCall."

With those words Malia closed the door behind her and left Rafael staying alone in his room. She was right, he had no idea how to get The Pack behind bars as well.

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The Hale Inc. had multiple properties in its ownership. Restaurants, night clubs, casino, gym and some empty warehouses around the city and in the docks. Very few people knew about them, they were used mostly as a stash for drugs or weapons, for hiding runaway cars or like tonight for interrogating enemies.

Allison was sitting on the plain plastic chair, twirling knife with her fingers and watching Isaac beating man until his face was just a mash. She didn't really pay much attention on the interrogation, because Isaac's back was much more interesting.

"I don't think he is going to talk, Derek," said Isaac, slapped the man that he regain his conscious and started wiping his hands from blood with clean piece of sheet. He and Allison turned to person in the back of the storage.

Tall, dark-haired man, with Greek god figure made his way towards them, stopped in front of the beat up victim and folded hands.

"Hey, you will talk, right? Because you are smart boy and you know that no Yakuza will help you here. So, where is my cocaine? " man on chair was obviously terrified but remained silent and Derek sighed. "Ok, I know you took it from my ship and I know you have delivered it to Yukimura. I want to know where are they stashed it and I want to know it now!"

"Can't we just kill him already?" Isaac asked but then flinched thanks to look that Derek shot at him. He was easily bored and if this was up to him, he would just kill that man and found another way how to get what they wanted. But he wasn't the boss.

"Allison."

That one word from Derek was all she needed to start care about the situation again. Allison switched her place with Isaac, who made himself comfortable for the show, and pointed knife to what's left from the man's left eye.

"Where do we start?"

Two hours later they had all the information, they needed and Isaac helped Derek to put body in the trunk of his car. Allison cleaned the mess they made in the warehouse and then called Aiden and Ethan, because Derek will need their help to get rid of the body.

"Scott and Lydia are still in Chicago?" Derek question belonged to both of them but it was Allison who answered.

"Nope. Their plane landed an hour ago. Scott texted me that everything went smoothly and they made a deal. Can't wait to see you, he wrote." Allison winked on Isaac and Derek snorted. If he really didn't want to know something, it was sex life of his wolfs. He jumped into his car, waved them to goodbye and left to meet the twins.

Isaac pinned Allison on the back of their jeep and they shared a deep kiss. Isaac's hands slide on her back, Allison felt his arousal on her stomach. Allison was stroking his hair with one hand, the other put behind his neck pushing him closer. Their lips separated, which made Allison moan from displeasure and Isaac made one step backwards.

"How about we would make a surprise welcome party for Scott? You, me, him and the bed."

Allison smiled at him, because that was exactly what she had in mind.

"Yeah, that sounds great."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So, I hope you are not disappointed with hoodie, there were some pretty wild theories out there but it was always Malia, and I was saying that in every single chapter ;-)

Not, so much action, huh? Sorry about that I hope I will give you more of that in next parts but at least, no cliff-hanger this time...

I hope you still like it, again thank you for your comments, they mean a lot me!