"So what does it do?"

Danny gave his audience a smug smile and stretched his arms. "It's spyware. It enables screen sharing and logs your activity, constantly sending data to the receiver - right now that's me. Open the file," he instructed Stiles.

Stiles clicked on the attachment Danny sent on his mail, it was a picture of a dog. Immediately his screen appeared on Danny's laptop.

"Cool!"

"This is not all. It also has a keylogger, which will give me access to any and all personal accounts you will visit. Email, bank account, social networks, etc. And if you send this file to Derek and he opens it, his device gets infected as well."

"And even if he doesn't open, we will know that the file has been sent to him," Stiles thought out loud.

"Shouldn't this get caught by an antivirus program?" Peter asked.

"Mine didn't," Stiles noted and Danny nodded in agreement.

"This one is fairly new. It will probably get caught in, let's say, a few weeks - a month from now. When providers update their programs. Anyway, unless you want me to do it right now, I have to get back to work.

"Thanks, Danny, I owe you. I'll text you later."

"No problem. Though I'd rather not duel Derek," Danny replied with a chuckle, shaking hands with others.

"Even if we did, it would probably be in the realms of bowling."

"Then you're on."

Once Danny left, Derek sent Liam to finish his lines. The plan was fairly simple - give Deucalion the infected flash disk and see where the information travels. If everything went as planned, it should give them everyone - Palmer, Deucalion, Douglas, whoever was involved from Blast Pharmaceuticals.

"Alright, so the only question remains is how are we gonna get evidence to Deucalion without raising suspicion," Peter said.

Derek shrugged. "I'll give it to him in exchange for leaving me alone."

"Yeah, that won't be suspicious at all," Peter replied sarcastically.

Stiles had to agree with him. Deucalion was not stupid, he would know that if Derek suddenly gave him the evidence, then something was going on.

"It can't come from you or Peter. I, on the other hand, have every reason to hate you. I'm in the BRP because of you, you publicly caned me, I also got shot at because of you. I could try to strike a deal - ask them to help me cut my Program short in exchange for this."

"No."

Stiles glared at Derek, irritated at having his idea dismissed without a second thought. "Why not?"

"Too risky. You are not getting anywhere near those fuckers and that's not up for discussion. I'm an Alpha, so I'm going."

"Ye, and I'm an analyst so I can't go to Yemen," Stiles retorted sarcastically.

"What?"

"Non sequitur."

Derek still looked confused.

"It's from the Jack Ryan trailer that has been plaguing Twitch for months," Liam called from the desk.

Which obviously didn't help Derek whatsoever.

"God, you are hopeless," Stiles said, shaking his head.

"I am hopeless? You are the one who is speaking in tongues!"

Peter rolled his eyes at them. "Stiles meant that you being an Alpha is not an argument. And I agree. Although both of you purposely overlook the simplest solution." He nodded towards Liam.

Stiles sighed. Peter was right. The easiest would be to have Liam do what he was meant to do from the beginning. Deucalion tasked him with finding this very thing, and after witnessing a girl get raped no one should question his extra motivation to perform.

"They'll know if I don't inject you with the heroin though," Liam noted, getting up and joining them at the table.

"Then do it."

The three of them stared at Peter.

"Look. If you want this to work, then we have to make sure the kid is as credible as possible."

"Did you miss the little fact that it was supposed to land me in jail?" Derek snapped.

"Well technically, it should only warrant a public punishment," Stiles argued. "At least that's what I've been told. They find anything in your urine, then you are in for a treat in the next group session."

"Didn't know you are so eager to get trashed, Stiles. Besides, Douglas is on the committee, we won't get away with this."

"What if we tell Kira?"

Derek considered it for a moment. "Can we trust her?"

"No idea," Stiles shrugged. "She can be kind of a bitch."

"But she owes us one."

"True, and she hates Douglas."

"It doesn't matter," Peter interrupted them. "You said this won't come up till the next group session. By that time Douglas should be already behind bars himself."

"IF everything goes as it should…" Derek ran a hand through his hair tiredly.

"It will," Stiles said firmly but Derek still looked opposed.

"What if you get addicted?"

"Come on. I won't get addicted from a single shot."

Derek capitulated. "Alright. But we are telling Kira AND we are telling your dad." Stiles opened his mouth to protest, but Derek raised his palm to shush him. "No. If you want me to put you and Liam in danger then we are taking all the possible precautions. You will take a urine sample before getting the shot, so Kira knows we didn't cook the excuse post factum. And we are telling your dad, so he can kill me if something goes wrong. And also so he can give Liam some extra protection, cause I'm not sending him there blindly."

"Alright."

"So we are doing this?" Liam jumped on the chair excitedly.

"Yeah." Stiles smiled at him and the two Alphas nodded in agreement.

"One last thing," Derek raised a finger. "What's Twitch, who is Jack Ryan, and why can't he go to Yemen?"

xxx

Telling Stiles's dad went as "well" as one could expect. Stiles might have gone deaf on one ear. Derek got his fair share of yelling as well, and to his credit, he even appeared guilty while remaining stoically respectful.

It wasn't till Stiles professed his feelings for Derek, that his dad finally caved and reluctantly agreed to their plan.

They invited Kira over and gave her a short version of the events and why Stiles had to get drugged. Predictably, she was quite skeptical but having the Sheriff there added credibility to their claims. Once they told her that it was targeted at Douglas and should permanently remove him from the BRP, she was on board. She promised to make sure Douglas became aware of the opioids in Stiles' urine sample as soon as possible and to schedule a hearing at least 2 weeks from now to give them enough time to catch everyone before having to face the BRP committee.

Stiles dreaded the shot. Not because he was afraid of the drug itself. The dose was just high enough that it couldn't be excused with a poppy seed pastry, so he didn't expect any long term effects. And obviously, people didn't get addicted for nothing, so it ought to be at least a somewhat pleasant experience. It was the needle having to go inside his vein that made him sweat and fidget, anxiously eyeing the syringe.

"Ok, let's do it," Derek gave the command and looked at Stiles expectantly.

"What, you expect me to inject myself? Are you mad?"

"That's how addicts do it."

"I can't even look at the syringe without cringing!" Stiles exclaimed, scandalized that Derek expected him to bear the burden alone. "You know I have a phobia. You do it."

"I have never done it before, what if I miss the vein and hurt you!"

Stiles huffed in irritation and then turned to his father. "Dad?"

The Sheriff glared daggers at him. "You want me to lose the badge? I shouldn't even be in the room! Let the kid do it, it was his job after all."

"I have never injected anyone!" Liam protested waving his hands.

"Oh for God's sake, give it to me," Kira snapped. "You all act like children! Lie down, Stiles," she ordered, taking the syringe and sitting down next to him. Her confidence was somewhat comforting. Stiles hoped it meant that she had done this before.

The initial pinch was accompanied by a feeling of nausea. Stiles wasn't sure whether it was his reaction to the dreaded needle, or it was the substance giving him a bad trip. But after a couple seconds the nausea was replaced with a feeling of euphoria and intense pleasure.

"Fuck yeah!" Stiles exhaled, closing his eyes for a second in utter delight. He felt warm and fuzzy, calm and content, all his worries and concerns gone, his problems insignificant.

"Stiles? Are you ok?" came Derek's voice through the fog of pleasure.

He opened his eyes and looked at the Alpha. "I love you. This is awesome. I love you so much. God, this is great! Did I tell you how much I…"

Derek's cheeks reddened. He was so gorgeous. Why was he so gorgeous? Stiles could look at that face forever.

"You shouldn't speak. Just try to relax," Derek told him, looking so adorably flustered.

"You are blushing so prettily. You are so handsome. Dad, isn't Derek handsome?" Stiles exclaimed, sitting up on the sofa.

Somebody laughed. It was Liam. God, he loved Liam. He was such a nice kid.

"Will he be ok?" the Sheriff asked, looking between Kira and Derek. It was so sweet that his dad was concerned for him. He had the best dad in the world.

"This should last for 15 minutes or so," Kira replied calmly. Stiles grinned at her. Asians were great!

His mouth was dry and for whatever reason, it felt awesome! "I'm thirsty," he said with a goofy smile.

"Here," Derek handed him a glass of water. He was so considerate. Stiles was so lucky to have him.

"You are the best!" Stiles hugged his husband fiercely, forgetting about the water. "I was in love with you the moment I saw you save that kid on the elevator. You were so fast and you smelled so heavenly. Well, you always smell heavenly. I swear! Come sniff him, Kira!"

Derek detached Stiles from himself and thrust a glass of water into his hand. He remembered that Stiles was thirsty. Derek was such a caring person.

"Perhaps we should just gag him," the Alpha said, grimacing.

"Oh yes!" Stiles jumped at the idea. "Let's try that! And maybe this time you could blindfold me too, tie me to bed and use that flogger again! I'll call you Da-"

Derek pressed a palm against his mouth muzzling him. Oh, they must have already started! Derek was so kinky! He will call him Daddy this time. This was so exciting!

"I think I'll go take a walk or something," his dad muttered, avoiding eye contact. He must have felt the need to give them some privacy for their playing. How nice of him! Stiles wanted to thank him and tell him how much he loved him, but Derek was still muzzling his mouth. He was such a Daddy.

"Sorry. Take Liam and Kira with you as well, please." Derek had a pained expression on his face. He must have been dying for some alone time to get kinky with Stiles. Stiles couldn't wait to change that expression to the one of pleasure. Derek looked so gorgeous when he came. Stiles wanted him to be happy. Like he was happy. They were just perfect for each other!

When the door closed leaving them alone, Derek finally took away his hand and glared at Stiles. He was so good at playing the stern Daddy, Stiles's belly fluttered with anticipation.

"Great job, Stiles! If I knew you will jump straight to social suicide I would have gagged you before giving you drugs," the Alpha growled.

So authentic! So on point! Stiles loved roleplay!

"Don't be mad at me, Daddy!" he giggled, totally flopping his wannabe-guilty performance.

"And I can't even be mad at you, because you are doing this for me," Derek shook his head with a resigned expression.

"That's because I love you," Stiles purred, straddling Derek's lap and attempting to kiss him, but Derek pushed him face down on the sofa and landed a single firm smack to his bottom. "Ow, Daddy!" Stiles exclaimed, rubbing his butt with a joyful grin.

"Now if you want to be a good boy for Daddy, you are gonna lie down and stay quiet. And if you do that for the next twenty minutes then Daddy will reward you by not killing you once you come off your high."

Derek was so funny. Stiles wanted to be good for Derek. He closed his eyes, content to just lie there and enjoy the feeling.

...

Shooting heroin was not as fun as Stiles thought it was gonna be. His high was over within a few minutes, but he felt sleepy and drowsy for hours after he became fully aware of what the fuck he was blabbering while he was stoned. The feeling was not going away, so he fell asleep right there on the couch, hoping he will forget the humiliating shit he professed in front of Liam, Kira, and (for fuck's sake) his dad.

He woke up a few hours later, and the blissful unawareness lasted for the whole of one second before he remembered his behavior and groaned into the pillow in embarrassment.

"Now that sounds just about right," Derek noted from the armchair, putting away his notebook.

"Kill me now," Stiles moaned, face still hidden in the pillow.

"Tempting offer. How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok... well maybe slightly suicidal. What do you think are the odds they will forget everything I said?"

"I think your dad is already working on it. Kira doesn't care. Liam will give you hell."

"Awesome," Stiles grumbled. "And you?" He finally dared a glance at his boyfriend and was relieved to find Derek with an amused expression.

"I learned that it was love on the first sight, that I look and smell heavenly and that my boyfriend is a clingy koala bear with a Daddy kink, so essentially - nothing new."

"Thanks for rubbing it in."

"Anytime," Derek smirked at him. "Now what did you say about the blindfold?"

xxx

Stiles couldn't help feeling nervous the next day during the group session. Derek told him several times to calm down and to act normal, and reminded him that he will only give the urine sample and nothing else was going to happen. Stiles understood all that but still kept fidgeting the whole time.

Kira promised them that she will "learn" about the opioids in his urine on Sunday and make sure to have Douglas hear about it too. Which meant that on Monday Liam could confidently bring the flash disk to Deucalion. They decided to stick as close to the truth as possible. So Liam's story would be that he stole it from Peter, which should explain why he was unsuccessful for months hanging around Derek's home.

As expected, the group session went without incident and Stiles calmed down. Perhaps everything will go as it should. How cool would it be to have HIS plan ultimately work out for Derek and bring justice and closure after years of fruitless attempts to learn the truth and punish the people responsible? Stiles's chest filled with pleasure and self-pride. Definitely something to throw in Derek's face whenever the Alpha became too overbearing or called Stiles a moron. Not that Stiles took issue with name-calling, he kinda got used to it, but at least now he will be a moron who saved the day.

On second thought, Stiles might have been too hasty to start celebrating.

...

On Monday morning as he was cataloguing the results of the recent experiment, two police officers entered the lab. Stiles knew right away they were there for him and his heart sank all the way to the ground.

"Stiles Stilinski?" one of the officers asked. "You are under arrest for drug possession. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…"

Stiles listened to the rest of his Miranda rights in a cold sweat. This couldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening. Kira said the hearing will be in two weeks. Why? How? Oh, God.

Stiles was handcuffed right there in front of everyone and escorted outside. He didn't try to resist. This was embarrassing enough as it was. He felt like throwing up but held it in with sheer willpower. Now was not the time to freak out. Drug possession meant that they found more than just opioids in his urine, he certainly didn't need to appear guilty on top of that.

The drive to the police station was a quiet affair as Stiles decided to exercise his right to remain silent. His panic increased tenfold when he realized that he was not brought to the police station but to the Baker correctional facility.

"What is going on? Why did you bring me here?" he asked the officers.

The younger of the two shrugged. "Sergeant Davidson will fill you in. Let's go."

Stiles was taken to the processing room and left alone for 20 minutes or so. He tried really hard to keep his shit together and analyze the situation, but nothing he came up with looked particularly promising.

Sergeant Davidson seemed like a slimy bastard right on the first sight - slightly overweight with a mullet popular in the early 90s and nasty spiteful expression. The way he smiled gave Stiles creeps. He sat down opposite of him and opened what Stiles assumed was his BRP file.

"Mie… Miecz… damn, Stilinski, your folks must have hated you," he sneered.

"I want to call my lawyer." Stiles was proud of how even and calm his voice came out because inside he was feeling anything but.

"I want to have sex with Angelina Jolie, but alas…"

"I won't answer anything without my lawyer."

"Fine with me, as I have no questions for you," Davidson shrugged with a self-satisfied smirk. "I'm just here to process you and send you to your cell."

Stiles's stomach twisted at those words. "My cell?" There should be at least half a dozen steps between an arrest and a prison cell.

"Opioids in your urine, 20 grams of heroin in your car, and another 2 pounds in your apartment. You've waived your right for a trial by signing off to the Beta Rehabilitation Program, so here you are, ready to start your lovely 3-year vacation at Baker correctional facility."

Stiles' vision blurred, the familiar ringing in the ears accompanied by severe nausea was a sign of an approaching panic attack. He took a deep breath trying to remember the clause about waiving the right to a trial in the BRP contract, but he had a hard time remembering his own name, much less the document he signed months ago.

"They read me my Miranda rights, why would they if I was going straight to jail?"

"Force of habit."

Ok, he really wanted to throw up now. "I want my phone call."

"Don't worry, sugar, your father will be notified eventually."

Stiles has had enough of this. "I have rights!" He snapped, standing up. "You have no…"

A blow to his kidneys silenced that argument. Stiles let out a pained groan and glared at the sergeant. The asshole knew exactly where to strike for it not to show. He also seemed entirely unphased about the presence of the camera in the top corner of the room, which was not a good sign.

"I'm sorry, you were saying?"

Stiles was a fast learner. He kept his mouth shut, while the sergeant filled out the paperwork. This was not good.

Afterward, Stiles was taken to the medical, where he was asked some standard questions without anyone actually touching him. They mostly cared if he was on drugs or some medication and since Stiles wasn't, that part was over fairly quickly.

The next step was picture taking. He was brought to a small room and his heart jumped when he saw Derek having his pictures taken. Stiles almost cried with relief. He shouldn't be happy about Derek being there, but he couldn't help it. He was scared shitless, the idea of going to prison was terrifying. Knowing Derek will be there brought an overwhelming sense of comfort.

As luck would have it sergeant asshole got a phone call and stepped outside leaving Stiles and Derek alone with a photographer. Stiles rushed to Derek and fell in his embrace. It was kind of an awkward hug, what with both of them in handcuffs, but they managed.

"Oh my God, Derek, they set us up, they put the drugs in…"

"Stiles, calm down and listen to me," Derek cut him off urgently. "Angela called Peter as soon as they took us. I'm sure he called your dad and they are already working on getting us out of here. But till they do that I need you to stay put. Stick to your cell as much as possible, don't call attention to yourself. Be quiet, unless somebody speaks to you, stay polite but don't show fear. Don't make friends and don't make enemies. And god forbid you run your mouth, Stilinski. This is not the time nor place to show everyone how smart you are. And most importantly - do NOT go looking for me. They will likely try to get rid of me while I'm here. The further you are from me the safer."

"But…"

"This is not a negotiation Stiles! Do you understand what you have to do?"

"Yes, stay put, stay quiet, stay away from you," Stiles parroted, trying not to feel hurt by Derek's severe tone. "I'm scared."

The firm lines on Derek's face immediately softened. "It's going to be ok, baby. We will get…"

The door opened and Derek walked past him without a second glance. Stiles took a deep breath trying to blink away the tears and swallow through the lump in his throat. He couldn't fall apart now. He would look bad on his pictures.

Chuckling at his own morbid humor he managed to go through the following procedures with a level-headed attitude. Till he reached the strip-search station and a huge scary-looking dude poured a hefty portion of vaseline on his gloved palm. Stiles totally forgot about that part of the admittance procedure. His butt cheeks clenched with trepidation.

Ok, perhaps now was high time to start freaking out.

TBC

Just in case it wasn't obvious, the last part hinted at the anal cavity search. (not rape or anything like that)

Also, I have no experience with heroin (or drugs in general), and I certainly don't endorse drug use. I googled what heroin high felt like and wrote the scene purely for comedy. (I kept laughing as I wrote it, so I hope you enjoyed 'high Stiles' too;))