Emily and Stiles were woken the next morning by Emily's phone. Emily groaned and snatched the phone off the bedside table.

"Hart." Emily rubbed her eyes sitting up in bed.

"Hello dear Emily. I've been getting some reports of problems in your area including a current visitation from a pack of all alpha werewolves. Does the council need to get involved?"

Emily smiled. "Marcus. You know I can handle anything thrown at me. There's no need to call up the council." She shook her head.

"But there are issues we do need to discuss. Like if you're going to resume your seat on the council, we want you back." Marcus replied. "You were the best."

"I'd be happy to resume my chair but I don't want to leave Beacon Hills." Emily stood up and mouthed she'd be right back to Stiles before leaving the room. "Although I was under the impression I still had my chair." She said sternly.

Marcus nodded on the other end of the phone. "Of course it's just you've not been active for several years and now you seem to be back on the scene. We're having a meeting in the city, if you can make it?" He asked. "It would be good to have you back, there's problems in Santa Fe that need addressing plus it would be good to be briefed on your territory."

Emily nodded. "I will try and get there as soon as I can."

"We'll wait on you." Marcus hung up the phone.

Emily sighed and ran a hand over her face. She walked back into the bedroom to see Stiles sat up in bed. "Hey."

Stiles smiled at her. "Hey, is everything okay?"

"Yeah. I have to leave for a little bit. I'll try to be back tonight but I'm not sure how long this is going to take." Emily shook her head.

Stiles frowned. "Where are you going?"

"I have to go into the city. It's a long story involving a supernatural high council and they're concerned about me losing control of my territory and an exposure threat. I have to resume my seat. They only meet once a year so it shouldn't be too much of a bother." Emily shook her head.

Stiles nodded. "Okay. Do you have to go now?"

Emily climbed back into bed. "Not just yet." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

Stiles kissed her back his hands running down her back and rested on her butt. They reached further and pulled her silk nightdress off her body and over her head.

Pulled away from his lips, Emily grabbed the sheet and pulled it over them.

The two lovers were so wrapped up in each other that neither heard Scott enter the house. Scott called out for his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend but didn't get a response. He walked upstairs figuring they were both still asleep. "Hey guys you up?" He pushed open the bedroom door and was caught with the sight of a very naked Emily on top of a very naked Stiles. "Oh my god. My eyes." Scott covered his face.

"SCOTT!" Stiles exclaimed and pushed Emily off him grabbing the sheet. "What the hell dude?"

"What's wrong Scott? Were you feeling left out?" Emily teased him. "If you wanted a threesome all you had to do was ask." She smirked.

Scott turned a bright shade of red. "What? No. I er… I was just er… I - What? NO!" He stammered.

Stiles frowned. "Why? What's wrong with us?"

"Nothing. I just…"

Stiles and Emily glanced at each other and both burst out laughing.

Scott glared at them. "I hate you both. I'm going to wash my eyes out." He left the bedroom. "And for the love of god please put some clothes on." He exclaimed.

Emily was still laughing when she came downstairs into the kitchen. Emily was dressed in only one of Stiles's shirts unbuttoned with a black bra underneath and a pair of his boxers. She crossed over to the coffee machine and flicked it on.

"Please tell me you're not going to school dressed like that." Scott pleaded walking into the .

Emily batted her eyelashes at Scott. "Why like what you see? Do I turn you on Scotty?"

Scott flushed and shook his head. "No, stop it."

"Stop what?" Emily asked innocently.

"Stop flirting with me you're dating my best friend!" He exclaimed angrily.

Emily chuckled. "Calm down Teen Wolf I'm just teasing you."

"Well you shouldn't. You're with Stiles, you shouldn't be flirting with anyone but him." Scott shouted at her. Scott didn't really like Emily very much. Sure she was nice to him and had helped them out. Sure she made Stiles happy and she seemed to have turned over a new leaf and seemed good for him. But… She was so… Bad.

Emily exhaled through her nose. "Okay, just so you know Stiles and I have a little bet going to see how red I could make you go. It was a joke. I'm actually quite good at jokes. Secondly I would never ever cheat on Stiles or even think about cheating on Stiles. And I'm kind of disgusted that you would think I would." She exclaimed.

Scott shrugged. "Well you've lied to him, left him, how do I know cheating on him isn't the next thing to expect from you?"

Before Emily could respond Stiles walked down the stairs to see Scott and Emily glaring at each other. "Did I miss something?" He asked slowly walking into the kitchen looking between his best friend and his girlfriend.

Emily shook her head putting her coffee cup in the sink. "Nope, I'm going to take a shower. Lock up for me?" She asked.

Stiles nodded. "I'll see you later tonight?"

Emily nodded. "I'll text you when I'm done. Scott." She left the kitchen.

"Dude what did you do?" Stiles asked Scott angrily.

Scott shrugged. "Come on we're going to be late."

Stiles groaned and looked up at the ceiling before following after his best friend, making a note to sort out the feud between the love of his life and his best friend.

Immortal

Stiles attempted to contact Emily again but once again it went straight to voicemail. "Where are you Em?" He muttered to himself. They'd just finished talking with Isaac and Derek and were trying to figure out more about the bank robbery.

"Still no word?" Scott asked looking up from his computer.

Stiles shook his head. "What did you say to her this morning?"

Scott shrugged. "Nothing."

"I'm going to try her again." Stiles redialled Emily's number.

"Hey." Emily answered the phone.

"Hi, where are you?" Stiles asked.

Emily looked around her. "Er… New Mexico?"

Stiles's eyes widened. "You're in New Mexico? What are you doing in New Mexico?"

Emily didn't get to answer because guns started firing.

"Is that gunfire?" Stiles asked.

"Honey, I've gotta go, I'll call you back. I love you." Emily hung up.

"No wait. Em. Em." He looked down at his phone. "She hung up." Stiles frowned at his phone.

Scott frowned. "What's she doing in New Mexico?"

Stiles shrugged. "Come on lets get on with this research."

Immortal

Emily still hadn't called him back the next day and Stiles was getting overly worried and frustrated now which meant putting him in a room with Derek and Peter was the worst idea ever. Stiles put the plans of the bank on the table.

"Okay. You see this? This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here. Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom." Stiles banged his hand on the table.

"Can we fit in there?" Scott asked.

Stiles nodded. "Yes, we can, but very, very barely. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit…"

"Forget the drill." Derek shook his head.

Stiles turned with a frown at Derek. "Sorry?"

Derek sighed. "If I go in first, how much space do I have?"

"What do you... what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles asked sarcastically.

Derek nodded. "Yes Stiles I'm going to punch through the wall."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf. Yeah, look at that." Stiles made Derek hold up a fist before holding up his hand flat three inches from Derek's fist. "Okay, see this? That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co…"

Derek punched Stiles's hand.

Stiles groaned biting his lip. "He can do it."

Derek looked around. "I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?"

Peter shook his head. "Don't look at me. I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."

"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek exclaimed.

"One of them is already dead."

"We don't know that."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of alphas. All of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed." He leant forward in his seat.

Stiles grit his teeth. "Could someone kill him again, please?"

"Gladly."

Stiles whipped around to see Emily leaning against the doorway looking half dead.

Emily cricked her neck and stretched. "Well that was tedious. I remember why I gave up doing that." She almost fell over had Stiles not caught her.

"Emily thank god. What the hell happened to you?" Stiles helped her over to the couch and put her down next to Peter.

Emily huffed. "Well glad someone appreciates me." She mumbled to herself.

Peter turned back to his nephew. "Derek, seriously? Not worth the risk."

Derek sighed. "What about you?"

Stiles straightened up. "Yeah, if you want me to come…"

"Not you." Derek looked at Emily.

"Got it." Stiles nodded.

Emily sighed pushing herself to stand up. "If I can get a meal before we go. I've got a supply at my house. Unless anyone is offering? Otherwise it's going to be a no, I've been shot, stabbed and hit with vervain grenades. Now is really not a good time to be asking me to go into battle without a gallon of blood in me." She stretched.

Stiles frowned. "What the hell have you been doing?"

Emily shook her head. "I'll explain later."

Derek rubbed his jaw. "Okay well we don't have time so that leaves you out. I don't think you'd be much help. Scott?" He turned to the only other person in the room.

"I don't know about Erica. But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something. We have to try." Scott agreed with Derek.

"But?"

"Who's the other girl? The one locked in there with Boyd?" Scott asked.

Immortal

Stiles paced up and down. "I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked." He waved his arms about.

Peter pressed his lips together. "I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over."

Emily cracked open an eye and glared at her best friend. "Touch him and I beat your ass."

Peter snorted. "I doubt you're going to be doing much of that. You look like you're about to pass out yourself darling." He mocked.

Emily shrugged. "I'm strong enough to kick your ass from here to next week."

"Okay, you two don't make me split you up." Stiles pointed a finger at them. "You think Erica's really dead?" He asked after a pause.

Peter shrugged. "You think I really care?"

Stiles chewed on his thumbnail. "I just... I don't understand the bank, though, okay? Wha... like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?" He babbled.

Peter rolled his eyes. "They're werewolves, not bond villains." He closed his eyes wishing the teen would shut the hell up.

Stiles snapped his fingers together. "Wait a sec. Wait a sec. Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens." He exclaimed.

"Wolf dens?" Peter turned to Emily. "He's kidding right?"

Emily shrugged.

"Yeah, wolf dens. I mean like Em has her mausoleum. Where do you live?" Stiles asked.

Peter sighed. "In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods."

Stiles's eyes widened. "Whoa, really?"

Peter snorted. "No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown." He shook his head.

"Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank. And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" Stiles returned to pacing.

Emily sighed in her half asleep state. "He has a point."

Peter was growing bored. "Maybe they think it's poetic." He suggested.

"They've already had three full moons to be poetic."

"And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoying…" Peter trailed off. No, it couldn't be.

"No, go ahead, finish what you were saying. I'm an... I'm annoying. What were you gonna say there?" Stiles asked curiously.

Peter stood up. "What are the walls made of?" He asked crossing over to the table and looking down at the plans for the bank.

Stiles frowned joining him. "What? Uh... I don't know, like, wood and brick or…"

Peter shook his head. "No, the vault, the vault, the walls, what are they made out of? Where would it say that? Doesn't say anything. Where... where would it say the materials, the type of stone?"

Stiles began fumbling through the papers. "Oh.. Oh, hang on. Yeah, here, hang on. Here. It's gotta be in here somewhere." He bit his lip.

Emily rubbed her temples. "Check the foundation plans."

Stiles grabbed the foundation plans from the table. "Got it. Hecatolite." He read off the word.

Peter's eyes widened. "Get them on the phone now." Peter turned to Emily. "Emily wake up."

Emily flipped him the bird. "Go fuck yourself."

Stiles frowned. "Okay why?"

"Because Boyd and that girl aren't going to kill each other. They're going to kill Derek and Scott."

Immortal

Stiles tapped his foot on the floor. "Come on Scott." He mumbled.

Scott picked up the phone. "Stiles, now is not the best time."

"Scott! Scott! No, listen to me, okay?" Stiles pleaded to stop his friend from hanging up. "Look, you gotta get out of there. Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight." He all but shouted down the phone.

"What does that mean?" Scott asked down the phone.

Stiles ran a hand through his hair. "Look, it keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon in months." He tried to explain.

Peter stepped in grabbing his hand to bring the phone closer to him. "Okay, think of it like the gladiators in the Roman colosseum. They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it." He explained.

"Scott, they're gonna be stronger…"

Stiles was cut off by Peter. "More savage, more bloodthirsty, Scott, they're the lions. They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the colosseum."

There was shouting on the other end of the line and then the conversation cut off.

"Scott? Scott, are you hearing this? Scott!" Stiles yelled down the phone.

Behind them was a loud thump. Stiles and Peter turned around to see Emily on the floor. "Emily!" Stiles rushed for Emily and knelt down. "Em, what's wrong?"

Peter pushed him out of the way and pulled up Emily's shirt revealing a bullet wound bandaged on her stomach. "She's been shot. By the looks of things it was a silver bullet."

"And that's bad?" Stiles asked.

"Silver is toxic to vampires." Peter nodded. "She needs blood and fast. Go to the kitchen and get a knife." He ordered.

Stiles didn't hesitate and rushed into the kitchen area and came back with the knife. "Now what?"

"Cut yourself here." Peter motioned to Stiles's palm.

"Me?"

"I think it should be you rather than me." Peter argued. "Or would you rather she died?"

Stiles knelt down and cut his arm pushing it into Emily's mouth. "Come on Em, drink."

Emily grabbed his arm and began to drink. Her eyes slowly opened and she continued to drink, before pushing him away and gasping. "Why?"

"You were dying." Stiles argued clutching his arm. "Wasn't about to let you die on me."

Emily gave him a small smile. "You're hurt."

"It's just a scratch." Stiles waved her off. "You feeling any better?"

Emily nodded. "A little. I need to sleep. I love you."

"Love you too." Stiles kissed her cheek.

"Well aren't you two adorable." Peter rolled his eyes. "Come on Princess." He helped pull a half conscious Emily to her feet. "You can sleep in the Beta's bed." He pulled her along. "There's a first aid kit under the sink." He told Stiles.

Emily allowed Peter to dump her on a bed.

"I never thought you'd work for the council again Emily." Peter whispered.

"One time gig. Now let me sleep." Emily rolled over so her back was to him and ignored him.