Chapter 10! I actually had fun writing this chapter because we get to meet someone special. Can you guess who? Remember flashback is in Italic.
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The van stopped, Malia went and slide the door open. Scott went out and held out his hand for the others to come out.
Scott take in his surroundings, they seem to be in an underground parking lot. Next to the van are three more vans and four SUV, they are all unmarked. There are also a few cars and trucks which seem to belong to people; who might work here.
Joe led the shifters to an elevator on other side of the room. Stiles walked up to Scott, he too looked around and took note of the vehicles and cameras in the parking lot.
"What did Malia got herself into?" Stiles questioned curiously.
Scott shrugged his shoulders, looking over at Malia. She was leading the rest of the shifters to the elevator. During the ride over, Scott wanted to ask her what she was doing for the past five years. But it was impossible with the van full of people and Janet was grinning mischievously at him and glancing at Malia next to her. So he kept quiet the whole ride, Malia was staring everywhere but at him.
The Malia from five years ago was blunt, she would ignore everyone and talked to Scott, this Malia seem refine and polish. Scott was confused, what happened to Malia to make her this way.
"We haven't got all night. Let's go," Bianca beckoned to Scott and Stiles to follow.
They went to the elevator; Malia, Janet, the doctor and Bianca were already inside. Scott, Stiles and Argent squeezed next to them.
Once the elevator's door slides open again, they were at a different floor. There was a brown skin woman waiting for them, arms cross and legs apart.
"Mole!" Janet cried gleefully.
Janet let go of Malia and ran to the woman; Janet flung her arms wide open and hugged Mole, arms cross and all.
"Did you miss me?" Janet said into Mole's afro curls. Mole uncrossed her arms and put them around Janet.
"Of course brat," Mole chuckled.
The others walked out of the elevator. Stiles looked around the room; he took note of the cameras and the security system. In front of the elevator is a hallway which leads to other hallways left and right. From where they are standing there is a hallway on their left and right.
The doctor walked up to Mole and Janet; Janet was still holding Mole in the hug.
"Hey there Doc," Mole said.
"Hello dear," Doc replied back.
Janet let go of Mole and was opening her mouth to speak; but Mole beat her to it.
"Go to med bay, they are waiting for you and the Doc," Mole ordered.
Janet narrowed her eyes at Mole and shrugged.
"Am fine."
"You're not fine. Go."
Doctor Anderson went to Janet before she could speak.
"Shall we, dear?" the Doc asked as he raised his elbow.
Janet looked at his elbow and looked at his grinning face.
"Why certainly kind sir," Janet said in a mock English accent.
They walked down the hall on the left, Janet speaking animating of what sound like a new gun she'd got.
Mole looked at the rest; especially at Scott, Stiles and Argent.
"The General will see you in the conference room," she stated as she turned to walk to the room; the others walked closely behind.
"Where are Alex and the others?" Bianca asked.
"Already in the conference room," Mole provided.
Scott looked on his right and saw a glass wall; on the other side was a long conference table with chairs around it. In front of the table was a screen, standing in front was a middle age man with a buzz haircut. He felt Argent tense beside him, Scott turned to found Argent staring at the man.
They went into the room; Joe was already sitting down along with the man and woman from the rescue team. Scott and Stiles sat together, Malia sat next to Bianca across from Scott.
Argent was the last one in; he went up to the General.
"Well I'll be damn," Argent said in surprise, the General gave Argent a small smile.
"It's been a while, Argent," The General proclaimed as he shake hands with Argent.
"I should have known it was you," Argent insisted. He went and sat next to Scott and Stiles.
Scott and Stiles frowned at Argent, he just shake his head.
The General stood and looked around the table, Mole was typing away on a laptop in front of them.
"Where are the Shifters?" Stiles asked.
"They are receiving medical attention in the med bay Agent Stilinski," the General replied.
Stiles raised his eyebrows, how did he know my name? Stiles thought.
"Oh, I know who you are," the General said.
"Speical FBI agent Stiles Stilinski. You transfer from the Boston office to San Francisco so you can be with your wife Lydia Stilinski; a researcher with a genetic company there. Impressive rep you got there," he continued.
Stiles frowned at the General.
"Doctor Scott MaCall, a vet in Beacon Hills with a pension to help others in need. And a true Alpha; it's an honour to finally meet you Doctor," the General expressed.
Scott nodded his head at the General.
"Chris Argent last time I saw you; you were selling guns and hunting my kind. Then I heard you got reformed; still selling guns but no longer a hunter," he said as he narrowed his eyes at Argent. "What change?" he continued.
"A lot," Argent replied.
"Am sorry, your kind? You're werewolf?" Stiles questioned.
The General's eyes glow red.
"You could say that."
Scott and Stiles stared at the General, Argent seem unfazed by this.
"Where are my manners, my name is Steven Jones. I ran a special task force which focus on supernatural problem and humans one. You met one of my commanders; Alex Francis former army ranger and a werewolf," Steven said pointing to Alex.
Alex nodded his head in acknowledgment at Scott, Stiles and Argent.
"Bianca Moss, Joe Santiago, Juliet Adams and of course Malia Tate are the agents of the task force," Steven stated.
Scott snapped his head to Malia; she was avoiding his gaze. What? Malia is an agent? Scott thought.
"Mole here is one clever cookie. She can hack her way into anything electronic in the world," Steven said as he patted Mole's shoulder.
"I thought you were still in the army?" Argent asked.
Steven shake his head.
"Not anymore. I left the army seven years ago. The government gave me this task force. Like I said we focus on Supernatural and human problems. One of our main problem now is Monroe," Steven said holding back his hatred for the woman.
"Are all of your agent supernatural creatures?" Argent questioned.
"No, there are supernatural and humans as well," Steven answered.
Mole lifts her hand, "Am human."
"Why is Monroe you main problem now?" Stiles asked.
"She has been on a killing spread going after supernatural creatures who are too weak to fight for themselves. For this year along she dismantled six packs. Three alphas left in a critical condition, two packs went into hiding and one alpha dead," Steven revealed. Scott, Stiles and Argent were left in shock.
"We didn't hear anything about this," Argent spoke up.
"Because the packs are in Mexico, I send a team there last week to put a stop to the operation. Lets just say they'd regret ever working for Monroe," Steven said.
Scott frowned; the picture of Malia was from last week and in Mexico. Was she part of the team that went there?
"How did you get the intel for tonight's mission? It took us two weeks to find the warehouse," Stiles questioned curiously.
"Tracker on the Doctor," Mole provided.
Stiles blinked at her. "Tracker? You put a tracker on him? He's a person!" Stiles exclaimed.
"It's for his safety. For situation such as this, the tracker is embedded in his teeth. Am not taking any chances with a valuable asset," Steven said.
"Doctor Anderson is a researcher here. He'd done extensive research on supernatural creatures; to help understand our strength and weakness. We always have someone watching him. Three days ago Monroe's men kidnapped him along with agent Peterson," Alex said.
"Lucky for us, we found them through Doctor Anderson's tracker. For two days they kept moving; probably not to draw attention to themselves. They finally settle in the warehouse," Mole provided.
Stiles looked at Mole then to Alex in disbelieved; not over the fact that they put a tracker in a person.
"I've asked Alex to bring you here because I think we can work together," Steven said finally breaking Stiles' stare.
"How?" Scott asked.
"We need all the help we get, but not everyone on board with taking down Monroe. They are afraid, scare for their lives I think with you on our side we have chance to convince others that we can end this war once and all," Steven started.
"Plus we need more man power if we do this," Bianca finished.
"If you'd been chasing Monroe for seven years; how come you haven't caught her?" Argent asked.
"She always a step ahead of us," Malia finally spoke. Stiles and Scott looked at her, but she was staring blankly.
"She's right. Whenever we got close she manage to get away," Alex confirmed.
Stiles open his mouth to speak but Mole cut him off.
"If you suggest that we have an inside man working for Monroe, we already flush him out," Mole said.
Stiles closed his mouth.
"So do we count on you and your pack?" Steven inquired from Scott.
Scott thought over the proposal; he looked at Argent he was looking at Scott. Then at Stiles; he was also looking Scott. He then looked at Malia; she was staring at Scott waiting for his respond. Scott wanted answers about what happen five years ago, and if it means working closely with this task force to bring down Monroe so be it.
Scott nodded at Steven, "Let's do it."
Steven slowly nodded his head and looked at Mole. Mole started pressing the keys on her laptop. Behind her, the screen lit up with images of people and buildings.
"From the intel we recover from tonight these four people are the closest to Monroe; they are her commanders so to speak. And the buildings are their headquarters. If we find them and stop them we may be able to draw Monroe out," Mole affirmed.
"But because of tonight; we think they will be relocating," Alex injected.
"What's the plan then?" Argent asked.
"I already planted a digital tracking bug on their phones. Wherever they go we will know," Mole said.
"Mole will be monitoring their movement. I have on good authority that you have a sanctuary for supernatural creatures who came to Beacon Hills, is that true?" Steven asked.
"On whose authority?" Stiles asked before Scott did.
Mole looked at Stiles and raised her eyebrows.
"Mine, after Malia met you I did a little digging. It wasn't that hard to found who you guys are. I also found something very interesting; Malia when are you going to tell us you are from Beacon Hills?" Mole questioned.
Scott looked at Malia, she was looking Steven with blank expression. The others were also staring at Malia.
"That's her secret if she wants to share, she will on her own time," Steven said looking at the agents.
They just mostly shrugged. Before Scott turned back to Mole, he saw Malia gave a small nod to Steven. What was that?
"What about the sanctuary?" Argent questioned.
"I know there are fighters who are willingly to fight for you. Try and convince them that we can win this war alongside them," Steven said.
Scott thought of the people back in Beacon Hills, they came to escape their past if Scott asks most of them to follow him into battle, they will hesitate.
"I'll try, but am not sure if they are willing to do it," Scott replied.
Steven seem to accept his answer.
"Good, you will leave tomorrow with Alex and his team," Steven affirmed.
Alex's team jumped on their feet.
"WHAT?!"
"You possibly….."
What about.."
Questions were asked at the same time, Scott looked from one agent to another and his eyes settle on Malia, she was standing with her hands on her hips with panic and confused expression.
Steven glared at each one of them, silencing them. One by one they sat reluctantly.
"I know you have a mission to do but I'd handed it to Rodriquez's team to handle it," Steven said.
"Your new mission is escorting MaCall, Stilinski and Argent back to Beacon Hills and help Scott convince the others to join," Steven continued.
Mole grinned at Alex's team.
"Mole is coming with you," Steven finished.
"What happens then?" Stiles asked.
"One step at a time Stilinski," Steven replied.
There was a few seconds of silent before Alex speak.
"We're clear on the mission sir."
Steven nodded.
"Now then, Mole will you show our guests to their rooms. Am sure they are tired."
All of them stood up and walked out of the; Mole was upfront leading Scott, Stiles and Argent to their room. The others followed suit.
Scott turned to talk to Malia but found she was still inside the conference room, talking to Steven.
"Can you hold for a minute?" Scott asked.
Mole looked into the room and back to him.
"Sure, we'll wait for you." She led Stiles and Argent down the hall.
Malia finally came out of the room but draw short when she spotted Scott.
Scott walked up to her, her posture stiffen.
"Can we talk?" Scott asked gently.
Malia looked at Scott and sighed.
"I know you want answers and I will give them to you. But right now am tired I really like a good sleep before facing the elephant in the room," Malia warily blunted.
Scott looked at Malia and notice bags under her eyes, and he could smell exhaustion from her.
"Umm sure it can wait," Scott replied.
Malia nodded appreciative at Scott and walked alongside him.
Scott frowned when Malia reached the elevator.
"Yeah am not sleeping here. I've got my own place," Malia smirked as she got into the elevator.
"See you in the morning," Malia said as the doors slide closed.
"You too," Scott whispered.
Scott walked up to Stiles, Argent and Mole at end of the hall right of the elevator.
"She never sleeps here. After every mission she went home. Though not sure where is home," Mole provided.
They began to walk when Stiles speak.
"How did you know Steven Jones Argent?"
"My company has a contract with the army and my contact was him," Argent replied.
"Did you know he was an alpha?" Scott asked.
"Oh yeah, almost shot him when I realised it. But he hasn't done anything wrong; the only lives he took were criminals. Though I wondered what change to make him like this," Argent said.
"A lot but that's all am saying," Moles said.
"How did you get tangled in this task force?" Stiles asked.
"I was recruited by General Jones when I was caught stealing government secrets. He saw my skills as a talent and ever since then I have people to call family," Mole replied.
"Family?" Scott asked curiously.
"Most of the people you'll meet here are alone in the world. Families and friends turned their back on them when they needed them the most. General Jones took them in and gave them a reason to fight for the less fortune," Mole said as a pain expression took over.
They stopped at a door; Mole turned and looked at them.
"What about Malia? How did she-"Scott started.
"That's not my story to tell. Ask her tomorrow," Mole interrupted.
She opened a door to reveal an small apartment.
"There are towels in the bathroom and there two bedrooms. I will come in the morning and escort you to breakfast," Mole said and turned to walk away.
"Oh I have eyes everywhere, do something funny you will be lock up," Mole reminded.
They watch Mole walked away and looked at the apartment.
"I don't know about you but am beat," Stiles said as he walked through the door. Scott and Argent followed suit.
Elsewhere
Malia blew a breath as she parked her SUV in a parking area. She opened the door and got out, took her bag from the back seat and walked to the front entrance of the commercial parking garage.
She walked out onto a street, looked both ways and in front of her. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, she crossed the street to a loft building.
The door was immediately opened when Malia reach it.
"Good evening Miss Hale," the doorman greeted warmly.
"Good evening George. How's the wife and kids?" Malia smiled at him.
"Marissa is doing ok and the boys are excited for their first game," George replied.
"That's great! Wish them good luck for me," Malia exclaimed.
"Will do Miss Hale," George said.
"It's Malia," Malia expressed.
"I know," George smirked.
Malia shake her head and walked to the banks of elevator.
"One of these days I will get you to call by my name," Malia insisted.
George chuckled.
Malia grinned as the door closed. She laid her head back and close her eyes; feeling the stress of the evening leaving her body.
There was ding sound and the elevator's doors opened.
Malia opened her eyes and walked out. Three doors down from the elevator, she stopped in front of the fourth door and drew out a key and turned it in the lock.
It open and Malia walked into a small foyer. She walked into a spacious living room with the drapes pull over the window, the television was on but the sound was muted. Sitting in front of it was a woman in her early 50's. She has blond curly hair and a lean figure, she was staring at Malia.
Malia dropped her bag on another chair and looked at the woman.
Malia opened her mouth and spoke to the woman in fluent French.
"How was your day?"
"Ok, we went for a walk this afternoon. To the park and the farmer's market," the woman replied.
Malia nodded her thanks to the woman. The woman got up and switch off the television.
"Good night Malia," she said and walked to the room next to kitchen.
Malia replied back in French. Malia put her hands on the back of the chair and dropped her head.
Seeing Scott for the first time in five years broke a dam of emotions Malia thought she had cemented long ago.
Scott was still the same but he grew a five o'clock shadow beard and he seem fit and lean. Probably from fighting in the past five years.
Malia thought she won't probably see Scott for another ten years; fate is playing a cruel joke on her. Malia chuckled.
She wasn't ready to meet Scott then and now, not with what she's going through now.
Malia sighed and straight back, she walked down the hallway and paused outside a door decorated in baby animals' stickers. She opened the door slowly and looked inside.
The hallway's light cast a soft light on a bed adorned with stuff animals, a light on small table also cast a soft light on the person in the bed. Malia tiptoed into the room.
She smiled as she looked down at a small face mouth slightly open, one hand under the pillow and the other cuddling a small teddy bear. Malia sat on the bed and raised her fingers to brush the hairs falling onto the eyes.
Malia smile contently as she continued to looked at the small face. She bend and pressed a kiss against the forehead and softly chuckled when a hand absently brushed the forehead.
Malia thought she was couldn't love someone more than Scott but she did and it was the happiest day of her life when she did.
That day was when she gave birth to her small, pink and wriggly baby. She looked into her baby's brown eyes so much like Scott's and fall in love for the second time.
Malia thought back to when she found out she was pregnant.
It was the next day after the café incident and Malia was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the loft she shared with Peter.
Her legs crossed and her hands resting on her stomach with a faraway look on her face.
Her emotions are all over the place; one minute she was happy next she was crying for God knows what and she was feeling panic the next.
She never experience emotions like this and it's scaring her. Peter was no better; he was angry at Scott and the next he was showering grim fatherly affection and that's weird enough.
Isaac remained with Malia until they discharged her, giving her his phone number if she needed to talk. But right now Malia is not feeling up to talk; she would rather spend time alone and thought hard about what to do.
She thought of Beacon Hills and the pack, mostly Scott. Absently she rubbed her stomach and without another thought she talked aloud.
"What do you think Scott- I mean your dad will say if he knows about you?" Malia said.
"Do you think he will be happy or do you think he will be angry and probably worry? He is a worry wart but he doesn't show it much, but I know."
"You know what I think? I think he will be happy and get into protective alpha mood. He will do everything in his power to keep you safe."
"I don't know what to do, but one thing I am sure on is that I already love you. And I can't wait to meet you."
That was true; in her roller coaster ride of emotions she felt ecstatic about meeting her baby. Whether it will be a boy or girl; if it will have Scott's eyes or will be a werewolf or werecoyote Malia was already waiting in anticipation for her baby.
The only gloomily thought which consume her most is whether she should tell Scott. He has a right to know but…..he's with Kira now and Malia really don't want to mess up their relationship. And there also the war with Monroe, Malia shuddered just thinking of what Monroe would if she found out about the baby.
She received calls from Lydia but she never picked it up. There were text messages from her but she deleted them. She really didn't want to talk to Lydia because she will try to convince her go back.
She was brought out of her musing when the doorbell rang. Frowning Malia stood up and walked to the door. She peer and saw Isaac.
Malia opened the door and before she could speak Isaac cut her off.
"I know you are feeling overwhelm and maybe scared. It is a new territory for you and you just want to be alone, but I got something to show you," Isaac said.
Malia narrowed her eyes at Isaac; he was comfortable standing waiting for her response.
"Isaac I don't think that's a good idea. Am still trying to process the news and coming up with plans for my future," Malia sighed.
"It is a good idea because this will keep you and your baby safe and guarantee a safe future," Isaac said.
Malia stared at Isaac, picking up his steady heartbeat. He wasn't telling a lie but she hesitated.
"I promise nothing will happen to you," Isaac reassured.
Malia blew a deep breath and nodded her head.
"Fine," Malia said as she took her coat and shut the door behind her.
Isaac grinned as he walked beside Malia.
A few minutes later
Isaac's car stopped in front of a town house, Malia got out and took in her surroundings. Isaac walked up to the door and beckoned Malia to follow. When they entered the foyer of the house it was quiet, to Malia's left there was a doorway and Isaac was striking towards it, Malia followed suit.
Malia realised it was study and it was cramped with monitor screens and boards. There was a desk beside a fireplace, littered with papers. Malia was hit with an unsavoury smell, she immediately cover her mouth. Isaac saw this and managed to produce a bin for her to hurl into.
Malia looked up at Isaac and grimaced.
"What are we doing here?"
"Because I asked him to bring you here," a voice announced from the doorway.
Malia turned and saw a middle age man, with brunette crop haircut. From the way the man carried himself she guessed he give orders and expect them to carry out.
"Who are you?" Malia blunted.
"Name is General Steven Jones and welcome to my task force," Steven said.
"Task force?" Malia asked as she raised her eyebrows at Steven.
"We specialize in supernatural cases and humans in U.S and a few parts of the world. We provide protection to those who can't fight for themselves. I recruited Isaac to help with our operation," Steven replied.
Malia looked at Isaac and back at Steven.
"I don't need protection, I can take care of myself," Malia insisted.
Steven stared at Malia and spoke.
"I understand you are….will have a baby. My understanding of werecoyotes is that mothers give half of their powers to their first born child when they are born; leaving the mothers with half of what they used to be."
Malia grimaced as she remember her own her murderous mother, whose one goal in life is to get her powers back from Malia. Somehow Malia forgotten the power giving, she would never do that to her child. Her child deserves to grow up love by Malia.
"What is it to you when I am pregnant? You don't know me at all," Malia retorted.
"True but I know the child you are carry is special, a werecoyote for a mother and a true alpha for a father. That's rare," Steven implied.
Malia snapped her eyes to Isaac, who has the decency to look ashamed.
"Don't blame Isaac for sharing the information. From what I gather we have a common enemy; Monroe. If she find out you are pregnant with Scott MaCall's baby; she will use you as leverage," Steven said grimly.
"I know," Malia sighed.
"I have a proposal for you," Steven began.
Malia growled thinking the worst.
"Not what you have in mind. I want you to join the task force; your skills will be useful for our operation. When the time comes when you can't longer shifted into your full potential; you will be train to use other weapons. In return your child will be safe from Monroe," Steven continued.
Malia thought over the proposal and how much pain Monroe will inflict if she caught Malia. Even more she realized she doesn't know how to defend herself after her baby is born, if joining this task force means preparing her then there is no other choice she would take.
"I agree but I won't start now, after the baby is born I will join then," Malia confined.
Steven nodded.
"Of course, I understand."
"I could teach you a few basic to prepare you," Isaac suggested.
"That's good, I want you to stay with her during her pregnancy for safety," Steven said catching Malia's eyes.
"I have a demand of my own," Malia interjected.
"When I join, no one will know about the baby. I don't want the information to fall in the wrong hands. The only people who know for my baby's existence are in this room. My child will not exist in this team," Malia demanded.
Steven and Isaac accepted her demand.
"You have our words."
"Welcome to the team," Steven said as he shook Malia's hand.
After a year she joined the team, Steven kept his word no one knew that she was pregnant before she joined. No one knew Malia was mother and a fighter, fighting for a better future for her child.
It was five years ago and Malia never regret her decision. She looked back at her child; a beautiful, sweet and smart girl. She was a mini version of Malia but she has her father's eyes, his raven black hair and his eagerness to help others in need and seeing the good in people. Malia never thought her live will get better after Beacon Hills, but it did and she won't trade it for anything in the world.
Malia frowned as she recalled when Scott said they need to talk; she doesn't know how she will handle it.
She shook her head, that's a problem for tomorrow for now she is content to watch her daughter sleep peacefully. After a few seconds she bent and kissed her cheek and whispered words spoken for the past four years on her daughter's bed every night.
"Good night my sweet angel, my beautiful Kylie Melissa Tate MaCall," Malia whispered softly.
End of chapter 10, what do you think? Don't hesitate to give thoughts. The next chapter will be out next week. Until then thank you for reading and have a pleasant time.