It's 1am when Jordan enters the precinct. Everyone is worn out, the whole place smells like cold coffee and fatigue. He attempts to make himself small, take his shit and leave without being noticed(and bothered) but the plan is shattered immediately. Tara's eyes light up and she shows him a big smile.

Smells like he's doing more overtime.

"Sheriff, excellent timing! I didn't know what to do."

"What's up" he asks, already drained.

"I've got a girl waiting in the interrogation room right now but-"

"She's not going to get in trouble right?!" A teenage girl cuts as she walks fast towards them. Her lips are shaking and her voice is very high and if she starts crying Jordan's night is going to get ruined even more.

She glances towards the interrogation room then plants her eyes in his in determination. The effect is there, despite her shaking.

He looks into the room too, curious. All he sees is a voluminous flowing mess of blond hair shining white under the agressive lighting of the station. The punk is slouched over the table with her head resting over her crossed arms, having the nap he's been dreaming of having all day.

Yes, he is jealous of a suspect.

"She saved us! She did nothing wrong!"

He cringes as the teenage girl's voice goes higher and higher, already feeling his patience slipping through his fingers like thin sand.

Sand. Beach. Sea. Holidays.

Holidays...

He pulls Tara to the sher-his office and she tells him everything. Some story of a stalker following two popular uni students around for a while and finally taking a shot today and kidnaps them but luckily is stopped by a bystander.

Turns out this kid isn't a suspect at all.

She knocked the guy out, tied him up, called 911 and waited for them with the girls, giving them water and snack and making sure they relax in the meantime.

Excellent work, 10/10 five star hero.

"Why are you holding her up then?"

Tara pauses and pulls something out of her pocket, handing it to him.

It's a passport.

"I put her there when she told me her name. I don't really know how to handle this."

He opens it, confused, and really wishes he hadn't as he reads the name.

He chews on his lip and glances across the room in an attempt to calm down.

"I'll take care of it."

He feels a bit bad when he opens the door and sees her, arms on the cold table in just a shirt.

Well fuck it, he was hot anyways.

She moves a bit when he drops his jacket on her shoulders. He walks around and sits in front of her, waiting for her to wake up.

She glances at the jacket and, slowly, looks up at him.

Jordan's jaw clenches hard, he feels like looking down, or even better, running away.

But he can't even move a muscle under that stare.

Something new deep inside him gets triggered, something scared.

Something screaming "danger".

But her long blue eyes -made even bluer by those dark circles under them-are unwavering, they stare at him shamelessly, stare into his soul, stare at all his secrets and weaknesses. It's effortless.

It's terrifying.

Her fluffy blond hair flowing around her face make her look like a princess. Or an angel. Her name is so fitting, he gets right away why the sheriff called her that.

Moles map her smooth skin here and there.

Her head now rests on her palm and he sees her delicate fingers. He counts five thin silver rings on that hand.

"Sheriff" she salutes calmly

Her voice is smooth, so so soft. Her round lips look like rose petals.

He suddenly realizes that it's him she's talking to. She knows he is the sheriff now.

So she knows to some extent what happened.

What the fuck does he do now.

He puts her passport on the table.

"This is yours, right?'

She nods.

He coughes awkwardly.

"I'll just need your version of what happened tonight and your address and you'll be able to go."

She bites her lip. He bites the inside of his cheek.

"I don't have an address at the moment."

His heart jumps so hard when she talks the room starts spinning.

He frowns his eyebrows in confusion.

"Where do you sleep?"

Her facial expressions stayed calm but she glances to the side for a second, seems to hesitate.

"Here and there?" She offers.

He blinks.

"Here and- are you homeless?!"

"I travel a lot, sleeping in buses and trains is enough most of the time."

He doesn't even recognize the feelings pouring down his stomach when the words hit him.

Her hair is shiny, her face is fair, her clothes are nice, she doesn't smell at all.

She's cleaner than some of his deputies. She can't be homeless.

An angel can't be homeless.

He sighs, writes his address on a piece of paper and pushes it to her side of the table. Part of his brain asks what the fuck he thinks he's doing and that part stays ignored.

"If anyone asks where you live, give them this adress."

He sounds more exasperated than he is because of fatigue and fears that she will take it badly but she just nods again.

"Now what happened today?"

She leans back on her chair.

"I saw that dude this evening-around 10- at Starbucks. He was alone, carrying a camera. He ordered and waited for his coffee by the window.

A girl-Allison, walked by outside and he saw her. He left before getting his coffee and followed her, so I followed him."

"...Why??"

"Because he gave me the creeps" she answers immediately.

He snorts, remembering having heard this explanation countless times over the years. She is definitely her father's daughter.

"Go one" he smiles.

She yawns in her sleeve before speaking again.

"I tailed them. I was just gonna follow him for a while but he kept on following her taking pictures in secret so I couldn't just go anymore."

"He could have been a detective?"

"Not with the terrible job he was doing." she scoffs

"We went at it for around thirty minutes."

Jordan's surprise is all over his face although he keeps it silent.

She looks down.

"I just had a real bad feeling." She pouts,"then Allison met the red head huh.. Lydia?" He nods"so I almost left it at that, but he finally took his chance. To be fair they all looked like kids so I didn't expect him to carry a gun around. I thought that they were highschoolers or something. He showed himself, pulled the gun and took them to that warehouse and everything was ready there, the ropes and all. He tied them up and when he was busy taking pictures of Lydia talking about "how pretty she is when she cries" i knocked him down with a brick."

She yawns again.

"The girls were very freaked out so I got them cheetos and water, there was a vending machine not too far."

She talked about everything like one would talk about the weather.

"I gave them my phone to watch kitten videos to wait for the police. That's about-"

She yawns another time and seems to have a really hard time keeping her eyes open.

"Hey" he calls "when was the last time you slept?"

She puts her head in her arms again before mumbling a "Tuesday" and passing out.

"Tue-? Its Thursday night!"

She doesn't move or reply.

He sighs and looks at the ceiling for answers.

The sherrif would know what to do.

But the sherrif is gone.

There's just him now.

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

"Fuck it."

He gets up, walks to the sheriff's office, grabs his backpack, comes back to the interrogation room, scoops the kid in his arms-she's freakishly light- and heads out.

It's late enough now for there to be only a few people in the facility, all too busy to notice them leaving.

He fastens Gabriel Stilinski's seatbelt next to him, and starts driving.