A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*

Brooklyn could only pace around her room. The hunter couldn't stay seated as she felt she had to do something, anything, to get Derek out. But what? She couldn't just walk in and demand the keys. Oh no, that would earn her a deluxe suite at the Beacon County Jail; probably right next to Derek at that. But she couldn't stand by and do nothing either; not with the Alpha still out there.

Damn those two!

Scott was proving to be a selfish child: Not caring about the Alpha or about the hunters! Even Stiles was concerned about the Alpha and he wasn't a hunter or a werewolf! But then again his dad was the sheriff and he did have the inside information about the attacks. Brooklyn realized if she wanted to find out anything else she was going to have to a bit more civil towards Gilligan. None of her normal tactics would create any inroads for her but then again he was scared of her which was to her advantage.

But then there was Jackson and his annoying determination to find out what was going on. The uppity teen suspected steroids but wasn't he way out in center field on that one! Still he was getting to close and that was one loose end she had to tie up. Brooklyn paused and held the ring between her fingers, sensing an idea brewing in her mind. She would return the ring, yes, but not without a little friendly warning.

Shaking her head, she replaced the ring back in her pocket and returned to devising a way to help Derek. The lacrosse game was tomorrow and she worried Scott would shift right out in the open for everyone to see. That was the last thing they needed to happen.

Brooklyn crossed in the front of the mirror and found herself stopping to stare at the haunted face that peered back. The lines beneath her eyes were dark and deep, hollow reminders of the strain she was under. The amber specks in her grey depths were dull and listless, barely breaking through the cloudy hues. A speck of white on her neck caught the hunter's attention; it was the tape that kept her wounds concealed. The hunter felt her fingers brush along the smooth soft gauze, pausing exactly where Derek's nails had ripped her skin apart. She felt the gentle pressure against the first two marks, discovering she wasn't wincing as she had before. Brooklyn was still distraught over the whole thing but found she couldn't hate Derek for what he had done.

I still consider him a friend…..

I can't hate him…

He'll shut me out again…..

I can't risk it…

I can see he wants to open up…..

Open up to me…..

Grabbing her jacket, Brooklyn headed out the door and towards her car. She skipped down the steps and across the lot, unaware of the red SUV that was lurking nearby.

"Well look who's still in town," Brian appeared from behind his truck. Brooklyn groaned but held her ground.

"My didn't we reach deep down and finally grow a set? Did you finally get weaned of the Argent teat Brian?"

"Still just as snarky and sarcastic as ever," the brown haired hunter approached. "I see your boy toy isn't around to save you this time."

"I don't need him to kick your ass," the keys twirled on her finger. "I handed your ass to you in Florida and I can do it again. By the way, how is that rather nasty little injury healing? I would imagine sitting down isn't as painful by now."

"You know running around with a werewolf is so…..disgusting. But then again it is at your level."

"The only disgusting thing around here is you and Argent. You two being hunters is a shame upon all of us. Unlike your ancestors, mine actually used their heads and didn't shoot first then ask questions later! And something else to add: Derek is more of a human being than you douchewads will ever hope to be. At least I don't stoop to killing innocent people!"

Brooklyn watched as Brian grew angry. She knew which buttons to push though it was never difficult in achieving such. Her own anger was threatening to boil over from Brian's cheap shot at Derek. They didn't know him like she did! They did this to him!

"So did you come here to taunt me like some insecure prick or did you have something worth sharing?"

The hunter stood and watched, anticipating anything her foe would hurl her way. The taller man lunged forward but Brooklyn was ready for a fight. Her smaller body pivoted around as Brian leapt for her waist. She delivered a blow across his back, just enough to force the air out from his lungs. He landed on the pavement, stomach first, with a loud sickening thud.

"You still didn't learn. And tell Argent over there to fight his own battles instead of sending his bitch to do his dirty work," she sighed and hopped in her car. Argent got out and walked to Brian's aid. Brian had pulled himself up and against the wheel of a nearby car, groaning and wincing in pain.

"She's picked up a few new tricks," Argent helped Brian to his feet.

"She didn't like it when I brought up Derek Hale; got real defensive."

Argent pondered this, wondering if perhaps he could use this information to his advantage. An evil smile crossed his lips as he started back towards his vehicle.

Derek heard the soft yet telltale footfalls coming through the station and towards the door. Brooklyn looked distressed as she made her ways towards his cell.

"What happened to you?" Derek caught the anxious expression.

"Brian and Argent," she gripped the bars until her knuckles were white as sheets.

"What did they say?" He felt his anger trying to rise but suppressed it down.

"Nothing new other than I took Brian down….again."

"They got to you," the werewolf curled his fists into two tight balls.

"When Brian said running around with you was disgusting I got so angry. I told him you were more of a human being that he or Argent would ever dream of becoming. And you know what: It felt damn good saying that too because every word was true."

Derek couldn't but help to smile a little at the hunter's declaration.

"Have you heard anything yet?"

"They're running tests on Laura's body," his smile vanished in an instant.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"They want to determine the cause of death," Derek's eyes betrayed him as the vulnerability peeked through once again.

"Tell me what you found that night. Please, anything that can help. I know it's hard for you Derek but you can trust me."

Brooklyn stood on the other side of the bars patiently waiting for him to answer.

"I came back looking for Laura. She was hunting the Alpha down but didn't say why."

"This was why you came back."

"Yes," Derek nodded. "I only discovered half of her. The other…."

He paused and took a deep breath. "The other was buried."

"I think I need to pay Stiles another visit," she started to leave but felt a hand shoot out and grasp around hers. Brooklyn was startled by Derek reaching out to her, let alone grabbing her hand. His intense stare compelled her to step back towards the bars.

"Watch Scott," he covered his other hand on hers. "And be careful."

"Yeah…." She slowly nodded her head.

"I can't protect you."

"If it would make you feel any better I can take down a 250 pound man with a well place punch or kick," she nervously laughed hoping it would lighten her friend up. "Okay if it would make you feel better I'll be come back later. Look I can handle myself out there."

"Not after the attack in your room," Derek shook his head. "The Alpha has your scent now. We don't know if it has a pack or not. But you and I…."

She felt her heart skip a beat but didn't know why. What the Hell was wrong with her?

"You and I we're stronger as a team."

"Yeah that's how I worked in Phoenix. Brady and I always stuck together."

"Now it's you and I."

"Right," her palms grew slick as sweat coated her palms and fingers.

It's nothing…..

"You probably don't believe me but I'm looking out for you Brooklyn."

"I know," she smiled.

"Try to convince Scott to sit out from the game. Once the aggression takes over he's gonna shift right in front of everyone."

"Easier said than done. Maybe Stiles can convince him. At least he listens to him!"

"Go to the game," Derek instructed, "Watch him."

"Already two steps ahead of you," she briefly smiled. "I know you didn't do this. You may be a hard ass and push me to the limit sometimes but something tells me you aren't a cold blooded killer. Don't ask me what or how I know just trust me on it."

His head slowly went up and down and Brooklyn felt his hands slip closer over hers. This hunter, who was supposed to hunt his kind, saw him as a person. A living breathing human being and not some creature or monster. Brooklyn was looking beyond all of it.

"I better get going before Barney Fife returns," she pulled from his grip letting her fingers glide along his. Brooklyn thought she caught a glimpse of sadness but blinked and nothing was there.

Must be my mind playing tricks….

Stiles heard a rapping at the door and pulled himself away from the chemistry homework that was driving him crazy. He hated empirical formulas but as long as he kept his A in the course, Coach would stay off his back. He had popped a few Adderall and felt his body rushing down the stairs and through the living room.

"Coming," he hollered and reached for the knob. He twisted the brass and pulled the heavy oak door open and jumped at who waited on the other side.

"Well hello," Brooklyn greeted the startled teen.

"Oh come on! Don't' you have a ghost to trap or a vampire to stake? Do you not have a life? Are you stalking me now? Oh wow no one would believe if me if I said I was being stalked by a crazy chick!"

"You know Gilligan whining and aimless babbling is very unbecoming of you. It makes you look like your 12. And why are you so jumpy? Are you on something? Never mind I don't want to know."

"What do you want? What are you doing here?" Stiles felt his mouth rushing the words between his tongue and lips.

"One you need to settle down. Two we need to talk."

"About what! What's there to talk about now? You're a hunter. You're working with Derek. And you're insanely hot!"

Brooklyn raised her eyebrows in amusement. So the sidekick thought she was hot! And insanely hot at that! Guess the nicer gentler Brooklyn did work better.

"Oh my god I didn't just say that! Oh my god I did!"

"Thanks," Brooklyn smiled wider. "But all flattery aside we do need to talk."

Brooklyn strolled inside and eased her athletic frame on the sofa. Stiles felt awkward as he sat down in the chair and fidgeted in his seat. Now he worried she was going to put him in some sort of headlock or inverted pin. Well that may not be so bad….

"Okay I gotta ask what is with you?"

"Adderall," Stiles spat out as he bounced one knee up and down in rapid fire motion.

"Explains a lot then," Brooklyn slipped her hand in her jeans pocket and plopped Jackson's ring on the coffee table She crossed one leg over the other as her arm sprawled across the back of the couch. She looked quite at home sitting as she did. "As I said before, we have a problem."

"Who's is this?"

"Jackson Whittemore," she watched as his eyes widened into two perfect saucers. "Caught him trying to spy on me in the parking lot at the high school. He seems real interested in you two and me."

"Well maybe he's got a thing for deranged red haired chicks who like to choke people."

Her face darkened and instantly Stiles was reminded of Derek.

"You've been hanging around Derek too long. That whole eye thing is just creeping me out!"

"Are you done now? Because I'm not getting any younger here."

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Look when you finally land back on Earth, convince Scott to sit out tomorrow's game."

"Can't," he shook his head, "Nope, can't; already tried."

"Then try harder," she snatched the ring back in her pocket. "And by the way….WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TWO THINKING!"

"Okay you screaming is scary," Stiles leapt up.

"You two called the cops on Derek! He didn't kill anyone!"

"So what you're Matlock all of a sudden?"

"Why me," she lifted her head up towards the ceiling.

"You're mad….I can understand…Uh maybe you should go."

"Or what? You'll call Daddy?" She jumped over the couch, cornering Stiles against the wall. She held his face in her hands, getting good and close to his face and spoke in a low calm tone. Her breath greeted his skin sending tiny shivers down his back.

"Now listen closely as I am only going to say this once: Convince Scott to sit out. Say or do anything that will get him to change his mind."

Stiles stuttered and shook as her lips were just millimeters from his. ".Understand?"

"Yes," he squeaked.

"Good," she playfully raked her fingers across his head. Stiles couldn't move as his legs had turned to Jell-O. This was way better than being in the same room as Lydia Martin!

For my Stiles fans a little fun time...For my Derek/Brooklyn fans...A little sweetness...And yes Brian is a hunter on TW...He was at the gas station in Epi 3

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