Am in the process of fixing chapter uploads, I have no idea why these uploads keep going awry but I'm working on it. The song for this chapter is a throwback one, "Who Are You" by: The Who. Please read, enjoy, and review. Feedback makes for a better story and does wonders to relieve writer's block.

Chapter 32: "Who Are You"

"Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

I really want to know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

Tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

Because I really want to know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)"

Standing in an empty lot, the two Argents looked the deputy up and down with identical looks of interest. Parrish glanced over to where Isaac, Lydia, Stiles and the Sheriff were standing leaning against a wall watching the scene unfold before them. Isaac waved back at the confused looking deputy while Stiles and his dad whispered amongst themselves about some current theory about the hitman killings. Lydia just watched quietly, her eyes bright and focused solely on Parrish. Knowing that Allison and her dad had everything under control with determining what exactly Parrish was, Isaac turned his attention to the conversation that the Stilinski family was having. "There is always a boss, an unknown head at the top of every crime ridden syndicate." Stiles ventured sounding for all the world like any fictional detective that sat in front of a cork board with yarn connecting the seemingly unrelated elements that the evidence presented. Here is when Lydia would normally reply with a snark but instead she remained silent and passively watching.

"It's not a syndicate Stiles, you think my deputy, Haigh, was part of some crime mob under my nose?" Isaac smirked as he heard Stiles hem and haw trying not to make his dad sound like a fool while still upholding his current theory. Finally, Stiles managed to find something to reply with, but Isaac had gotten distracted by then and his attention had resumed on the Argents and Parrish. "Is he feng?" Chris had finally spoken up and Allison tilted her head as she considered the possibility of this idea before dismissing it with a shake of her head. Lydia mouthed a few words as though trying to process what the man could be from past knowledge. Finding what type of creature Parrish was took experience not just books, which was why, despite all her begging, that it was Allison and Chris analyzing the situation and not Lydia with all her books. Banshees were good with death but Lydia's experience with living beings was not quite the same.

"Not possible, for one thing he's not Chinese nor is Fenghuang ash that available to the military medics. You haven't died before have you?" Allison asked, and Deputy Parrish looked absolutely flabbergasted at the question of this before shaking his head no. Lydia mouthed, "I would've known that." Isaac could hear her annoyance at being sidelined dripping from every word that she'd said. "Want to be more vocal about it?" The werewolf teased her aloud, he could listen to either of the conversations taking place, but he had heard the main ideas multiple times before and Lydia's novel idea could prove to be far more interesting.

All Allison and her dad had was limited experience and books, one particular book in French, that gave them all their insight into the world of the supernatural. Lydia might have a theory that he hadn't heard from the Argents even if it was probably wrong that didn't make it less interesting. "About what?" The redhead snarked back, and Isaac rolled his eyes before shoving his hands in his jean pockets and bending forward to be at eye level with the banshee before replying, "Your personal theory about Parrish, let's hear it." Flipping her hair into his face as she turned around, Lydia glanced over to where Allison was now trying to coax a flame from the deputy before replying, "What theory?"

"Don't play dumb with me Lydia, Stiles outed you years ago for being smart." Isaac managed with a chuckle before adding with a cocked eyebrow, "Besides you appear to be closer to the good deputy than the rest of us are." That last comment caused the smile from the first to turn into a glare that was strong enough to make the lanky wolf shiver. "Point taken, now tell me your theory." He pressed, to Isaac such underhand probing was not his style but having the advantage to gain knowledge was something that Argent insisted was not a bad thing. Lydia sat there thoughtfully for a moment before whispering, "Ifrit." The boy smiled, for once he caught on to a supernatural term without Allison reminding him what he meant. "Middle Eastern connection, interesting choice."

Lydia flipped her hair and narrowed her eyes at him in surprise, "You never cease to surprise Lahey." That was a high compliment from Lydia indeed, even Allison would agree. "Yes, he was a soldier in the Middle East, so he could possibly be possessed by an Ifrit fire demon." Isaac nodded his head in agreement before tilting his head as if to ask what the but was, because there was always a but in such uncertain times. "The but you ask? But he hasn't been murdered…as far as I know." Lydia sighed out finally and Isaac nodded in agreement as she continued, "I just want to help, and I don't know how. Perhaps Deaton?" He understood the futility of what Lydia was going through, in fact the same feeling had been flooding through his brain for weeks as he looked on unable to help Parrish or rest of Beacon Hills all of whom were unaware of the true danger they faced. "We all do, patience is the way to go right now. We don't know enough to plan anything now, let alone start an attack."

It was a valid point although he hated every word of it. It was all Scott and Argent but not him, he would love to go in guns a blazing and claws out. Lydia seemed to be in the same boat as him and did not like Scott's orders to sit tight and assist Parrish. Although, Allison was also a big believer in fighting it out, she was much more strategic about it than he was. Strategy was definitely one of the few skills that he had yet to master of the hunter trade. As if thinking about her summoned her attention, Isaac looked up and was met with determined brown eyes from across the empty lot. A soft smile flitted across her lips before she returned her attention to her father's next theory and he caught her brow furrow as she returned her focus to the matter at hand.

"Couldn't you just launch an attack as hunters?" Lydia suggested, and Isaac barked out a laugh at the very idea of it earning a look from the other groups and a surprised flinch from Parrish. It made sense that he would be the only one to react as he was the only one who was not used to the attention let alone the oddities of this mostly supernatural group. A laugh that sounded more like a bark was nothing in comparison to Lydia's trances or screams or Liam's eyes changing suddenly mid-conversation. That last problem had only been solved by contacts that had to be worn during interactions with the normal population.

"The success of three versus an unknown number is undeniably low odds to say the least." One eyebrow quirked upwards as he considered the idea further and ran a hand through his short wavy hair before shaking his head rejecting the idea in conclusion. The redhead, despite her annoyance at him for laughing at her idea, considered other possibilities as her green eyes gazed off into the distance. Distracted waiting for her response, Isaac only faintly registered Stiles' footfalls as he joined them and listened quietly as well awaiting Lydia's ideas. A quick flick of her eyes towards Stiles made Isaac realize that he was third-wheeling hard with these two and stepped back as Stiles took a step forward and pressed a hand gently to her shoulder. "There's no good solution but we'll figure it out, we always do." With that Lydia pulled the skinny raven-haired human into a hug that he returned after the surprise had worn off.

Going from passively third-wheeling to intrusively lurking in seconds, Isaac decided that he had definitely overstayed his welcome and took a few steps away and focused all his attention on where Allison and her dad were finishing up with Parrish and began to head their way. Argent's icy-blue eyes gave nothing away while Allison's whole demeanor screamed dismay about her and her father's inability to establish what exactly Parrish was and give him the reassurance that she had promised him after his near death episode to answer his questions. At the very least she wanted to make him feel as though she could assist with more advice than simply to get fire-proof clothing. Sensing her annoyance and recognizing that it was directed at no one but herself, Isaac decided that asking how the conversation went was definitely not in his best interest. Stepping towards her, he looped an arm around her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Lydia had an idea."

"Ifrit?" She whispered back with doubt in her voice, occasionally Isaac, like any teenage boy, was forgetful and must have forgotten that she and her father had already crossed that one off the list. Cocking an eyebrow upwards at her, "I'm not that forgetful!" She chuckled as he squeezed her shoulder gently, proud of himself that he had been able to cheer her up if only slightly. "I know Scott suggested not to but, how about we talk to Deaton?" It was like a lightbulb popped over her head as an even better idea came to her and her face lit up with hope at being able to truly keep her promise to Parrish properly. "I'll do you one better, how about another trip to San Francisco?"