The drive was long. Claire had been gone all night and she sure as hell wasn't planning on doing anything today expect for digging into what she could about the alpha in the police reports.

Claire came to the curb and parked her car. She grabbed her bag from the passenger side and began to exit the vehicle. She closed the door and dug into her purse for her house key. Her eyes remained inside, searching every pocket she could. One after another, still struggling to find it. When she did, she looked up and placed the key in the hole. Suddenly a hard impact hit her leg, a grip. Claire jumped and looked down to see a naked Mia sitting there. Claire cursed and leaned down to feel her temperature. She was ice cold.

"Mia? Are you okay?" she asked. Mia looked at her and began to mouth her dry lips in an indecisive way. Claire sighed and took her coat off and wrapped it around the girls shoulder before leading her into the house.

Inside, Claire placed Mia down on the coach and grabbed blankets. She wrapped them around her tightly and went to put on the kettle for tea and a hot water bottle. Claire turned back to her as she seemed to fade in and out. Claire began to worry. Why the hell was she naked? And why did she come to her house? Claire shook it off and walked over to her. She sat down beside her and began to rub her arms.

"Mia? Can you hear me?" Claire began. Mia tried to mouth words again. Nothing. Claire cursed and let out a sigh. Just then, Mia began to fade off. "Mia? Mia!" Claire called, but she passed out.

Mia awoke to the warm breeze of a space heater. She looked around and licked her dry lips. Feeling the pieces of skin ready to come off. She felt cold, really cold. She looked around to see her surroundings. She was at Claire's apartment. She blinked again to see if it was all a dream. She didn't remember coming here.

"Good you're awake," Claire said. Mia looked at her and traced her face down to the bowl of soup in her hand. Claire walked over and placed it down on the coffee table. Mia looked up and leaned forward, feeling a rush of aching defeat in her head. "Whoa there! Take it easy. Here eat some soup. It will make you feel better." Mia gave a look and leaned down to grab the spoon. Claire watched her carefully. "You gonna tell me why you're here?"

"I would love to tell you but to be honest, I have no idea," Mia replied before taking another spoon full of soup.

"Well there's gotta be some sort of reason. People don't just show up here for soup and blankets," Claire said with a smirk. Mia looked at her and placed the spoon down. She began to think back to last night. The phone call she received. The Grimm. The alpha. All of it.

"I need a favor from you," Mia began. Claire leaned forward, waiting for the girls request. "I need you to hack into police files. I need you to find out as much as you can about the murder of Elaine and Rick Thompson. Everything you can," Mia said. Claire watched the girl, seeing the dried tear lines from the dirt on her cheeks.

"Ongoing investigation or a cold case?"

"Ongoing." Claire nodded as she chewed on her lips.

"I will do my best," Claire replied before standing up and walking to the computer.

"You're not gonna ask questions?"

"Oh hun. If I questioned every person that walked into my doors and asked for my help, I'd need therapy. You have you're reasons. I'm just here to do my job. The rest is up to you," Claire smiled before going on the computer. Mia watched her.

"Thanks Claire," Mia said, gulping back as tears began to fall. Claire looked up and nodded. "I think that you guys could make it." Claire looked up at her, confused. "You and Derek. Since you met him, you haven't gotten him out of your head. It's starting. Like the other angels." Claire sat there, shocked and in disbelief. "If it makes it better, since the night you came, Derek keeps looking out the windows. He says he's looking out for the Argents but….. I think he just wants to see you again." Claire gulped back. "Where is your washroom?" Claire snapped out of it.

"In the back. The door on the right, you can't miss it," Claire said, forcing a smile. Mia nodded and headed to the back.

Claire released a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. But one thing she couldn't deny was that she was telling the truth. Derek seemed to be the only thing in Claire's mind. This scared her. More than anything. Claire jumped as she heard the buzzer. She stood up and looked out the window to see Stiles with a goofy smile and anxious look on his face. Claire sighed and ran to the door. She walked back up the stairs as Stiles followed her up.

"Well first off, I haven't been able to find Mia. I don't know what to do. What should I do? Should we go look for her? Maybe we can find clues? You're an angel right? Do you have something like spidy senses to maybe track her down?" Stiles asked. Claire stopped and turned to the boy, a look on her face screaming that Stiles was an idiot.

"Spidy senses?" she asked. Stiles shrugged. "And how the hell does everyone know I'm an angel now?"

"Well, Mia said that and apparently somehow Scott already knew but that's about it," Stiles said in attempt to comfort her. Claire gave a look. "We don't have a big friend group." Claire rolled her eyes and turned.

"You don't have to worry about Mia by the way," Claire said. Stiles gave a look.

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm right here," Mia said as she descended out of the back with a blanket still wrapped around her. Stiles stopped and let out a sigh of relief.

"Wait so you already told her than?" Stiles asked. Mia shook her head.

"Tell me what?" Claire asked. Stiles peeked back at Claire than at Mia.

"Well ah- umm-"

"Jesus Stiles," Mia began. Stiles shot back at her.

"What? How am I supposed to say it?" Mia rolled her eyes. Stiles sighed and turned to Claire. "Well first off, Mia found a family of Grimm's that she believes are potentially dangerous and-"

"Grimm?" Claire asked in shock. The two nodded. "Shit….."

"We need to work together on this one. That includes Scott and Derek whether you're grandfather approves or not, we should become a team. Take down the alpha, mess with whoever messes with us and in time take down the Grimm's possibly? Oh and fix y'know you're family's disapproval of you and Derek so you and him, even though he's as creep as all hell, can have cute little werewolf babies with wings and a halo," Stiles ranted and ended with a smile. Claire stood there, shocked and slightly annoyed. Stiles looked back at Mia for guidance. Mia closed her eyes and sighed.

"You're an idiot Stiles," Mia said as she walked up to his side. Stiles looked down as he saw the reaction on Claire's face.

"What the hell do you mean by my grandfather's approval or not?" Claire asked. Stiles stopped and realized he should have opened with Scott's encounter with Walter.

"You're grandfather told Scott to stay away from you. He also said that he was going to kill Derek if he gets a chance," Mia informed. The anger began to rise in Claire.

"I can't believe this," Claire said under her breath.

"Claire, I'm sorry," Mia said as she looked down in shame. Claire turned to them.

"C-could you guys leave please? I have things I need to do," Claire asked. Mia and Stiles nodded. The two slowly headed to the door. Mia stopped and turned.

"Claire umm, mind if I take this with me? I have no clothes," Mia said, slightly going red as she gripped the blanket. Claire nodded.

"I'll call you guys later. Be safe," Claire said. Stiles and Mia nodded before leaving the loft.

Stiles quickly bolted around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for Mia. She gave him a looked and hoped in. She watched him run over to the other side and jump in. He started the car and began to drive off. Mia sat there quietly thinking to herself. The ride was quiet. They took the shortcut through the road in the woods. The daylight made it feel dull. Suddenly, Mia began to feel a sharp pain in her body.

"Pull over," she said firmly.

"What's wrong?"

"Just pull over Stiles!" Mia snapped.

Stiles jumped back and turn to the side of the road. Mia quickly burst open the doors, leaving her blanket behind in the car and threw up on the side. Stiles quickly jumped out and went to rush over to her. For a moment he paused. She was naked and he knew it might be awkward. He stayed back until he saw the puke. It wasn't just puke, it was blood. He cursed and dropped down beside her holding her as it kept coming out. More and more came. Stiles began to grow worried. His father was a cop and he knew when someone was losing to much blood. Suddenly, it stopped. Puking turned into crying. Stiles glared down as she wept. She went to escape his arms before he pulled her back, not wanting her to be alone. Loud moans and fast running tears kept pouring out of her. Stiles pulled her closer. He figured everyone needed a friend. Everyone needed someone. Mia parted from his chest and looked up at him. Their eyes meeting close. Stiles took his sleeves and wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth. He then took his thumb and began to get rid of the tears.

"What happened Mia? Tell me, what's wrong?" he asked, more concerned and more serious than he had ever been before.

"M-my parents. They were murdered. And it's my fault. I n-never told them. I wasn't there for them. The last time I spoke with them I told them I hated them.I-I got them killed. I'm all a-alone. I have nobody and I'm scared Stiles!" she said, weeping in his arms. Stiles quickly shook his head and shushed her.

"No, no. Mia don't do that. Don't blame yourself. Okay? You are better than that. We will figure things out I promise. Scott's here for you, Claire is, Derek….. And me. If you ever need anyone, I will be there. You're not alone Mia. And you never will be," Stiles said.

Mia looked up at him. Feeling her pain and suffering slowly starting to drift away. She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Gripping him tightly in a hug. She closed her eyes and began to feel his embrace. Stiles didn't know what this was. He felt something but wasn't quite sure what it meant. The only thing he could flash back to was the feeling he had for Lydia. Was it possible it was starting with Mia now too? The feeling and thought began to race through his mind as he kept his arms tightly around Mia's naked body. What was to happen next?

Back at Claire's apartment, Walter entered the house after a phone call from his granddaughter. As far as he was concerned, Claire knew nothing of his talk with Scott and his plan for Derek. Little did he know.

He made his way up the stairs and looked around. The place was clean as can be and there didn't seem to be a single trace of Claire. He made his way over to the desk. He began to browse, looking at Claire's case files. One caught his eye, The Hale House Arson case. He bit his lip. He went to pick it up and put it in his jacket pocket before Claire popped up on the other side of the desk. Walter looked up to see the barrel of a gun pointed to him. He dropped the file and raised his hands up.

"Claire-"

"Shut up. I don't want to hear another word from you're sneaky mouth," Claire snapped. Walter sighed and stood calmly.

"You're not going to kill me Claire," Walter said with a smug look.

"That wasn't my intentions. Not in the slightest. But I'm gonna talk and you're going to shut up and listen for once," Claire said. Walter nodded feeling the defeat. "I want you to leave Beacon Hills. I want you to leave and never come back. Don't contact me, don't even think about visiting or this barrel will have a surprise for you," she paused. Walter looked her up and down. "I can take care of myself. I did it for fifteen years Walter. No Host, no light used, nothing. Just me. Like you said, I grew up here. This is my home. Earth is where I belong and it's where I am staying. You can't run my life forever. I do not want to take over the Host. I don't. This is my life."

"Claire, I didn't mean to-"

"Stop….. Just-stop," Claire said again. Blood now slowly sliding down her cheeks. "I want you to leave. By leave I really do mean leave. That means you leave me alone, Scott alone, Stiles, Mia. The Argents, Chris and especially Allison."

"What about Derek?" Walter asked, looking up slowly. Claire's jaw locked.

"If you do anything to Derek, I will kill you myself. That's a promise," Claire said. Before lowering her gun. "Now get out."

In disbelief, Walter gulped back and began to head for the door. He peeked back for a moment as he too began to shed blood tears. He said his goodbye to her in his head and left. Claire stood there. When the door closed, she broke down. She had never had the guts to do that before. She didn't know why all of a sudden she could. Maybe it was because of Derek, because of Mia's presence. Or maybe because she truly believed that her grandfather was a no good man. Claire didn't want anyone to die. Nobody deserved it. Nobody.