Scott and Stiles stood on the side of the field watching as Isaac was led away by the Sheriff and one other deputy. Accalia stood a good few feet away from them typing furiously at her phone, Scott could feel the anger coming off her in waves and glared assuming that she had asked Derek to turn him.

"His father's dead. They think he was murdered" Scott told Stiles listening in to the officers conversation.

"Do they think he's a suspect?" Stiles asked anxiously biting his thumb nail.

"I'm not sure why?"

Stiles snuck a glance at Accalia noticing that she was now pacing the length of the field in short violent strokes ironically looking like a caged animal, "Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty four hours."

"Like, overnight?" Scott asked watching Stiles nod his head in response

"During the full moon."

"How good are the holding cells at actually holding people?"

Stiles huffed an angry breath through his nose

"People? Good. Werewolves, not so much"

Scotts eyes widened when he finally realized what the scent he had been smelling since they were in the locker room was, bloodlust. "Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to main and kill?"

Stiles nodded his head,

Scott swallowed hard, "He does."

Scott and Stiles sat next to each other in chemistry having a poorly whispered conversation and somehow not thinking about the fact that Accalia's seat was right in front of Stiles'

"Why would Derek choose Isaac? I mean aside from the fact that him and Accalia are like best friends or something right?" Scott asked

"Peter told me that the bite either turns you or kills you, maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving," Stiles offered choosing to ignore the question about Accalia and Isaac's "relationship"

"Derek choose him because his dad was beating the shit out of him, he thought he was helping." Accalia snapped whirling around in her chair to face them she was still wearing her uniform but had covered her top half with a BHHS sweatshirt, "And before you ask, no I didn't know."

"Doesn't being a teenager mean you dad can't hold him?" Scott asked Stiles accepting what Accalia said.

"Well, not exactly. They'd have to have solid evidence. Or a witness…" Stiles explained trailing off when he noticed the empty seat toward the front of the classroom, turning around to face behind him, "Danny where's Jackson?"

"In the principles office talking to your dad," Danny said trying to ignore him and focus on his work.

"what? Why?" Stiles flailed,

"Because he lives across the street from Isaac," Danny said with an expression that clearly said 'Duh'

"We have to get to the principles office," Stiles whispered to Scott and Accalia,

"How?"

"Everyone please turn to page 73." Harris droned until a paper ball hit in square in the back of the head. Said head then whipped around to face the classroom, "Who in the hell did that?"

Scott, Stiles and Accalia all sat side by side on the bench outside the principles office, both the werewolves listening to the conversation between the people inside, and Accalia seething at the fact that Jackson had actually witnessed the abuse Isaac suffered and never felt the need to say anything about it.

When the door opened a few minutes later Stiles scrambled to hold a magazine up in front of his face in a poor executed attempt to hide from his head, who only rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Scott," He greeted with a nod of the head, "Accalia, we miss you around the house, maybe you could come by for dinner sometime this week?" the Sheriff offered warmly.

Accalia smiled back she had missed the Sheriff too and readily agreed deciding not to let whatever was going on with Stiles at the moment stop her from accepting his offer, "I would love to Sheriff,"

After the Sheriff left the principle come to invite them into his office, only it wasn't their usual principle and the person who was standing there had Accalia practically stumbling behind Stiles, who looked down in surprise when her first gripped the back of his shirt in fear.

Gerard Argent stood leering at them, "Please come inside,"

Once inside the office Scott broke out in a nervous sweat, Stiles was fidgeting in anxiety and Accalia nervously avoided eye, something Stiles had never seen her do, while Gerard went through their files.

"Scott Mccall. Struggling academic wise, but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurricular activity. And Ms. Hale, is it?" Gerard asked. Accalia's eyes flashed up to meet his giving him a glimpse of that distinct shade of green before looking away again as he read from her file, "Perfect grades, and you're a cheerleader? I must say not something I would've initially pegged you for, I guess some of us are just drawn to that kind of… pack mentality."

"Hold on." He said just as Accalia was getting ready to bolt, "McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter." Scott and Stiles exchanged slightly panicked looks as Scott stumbled over his response.

"We were dating, but we're not anymore. Not seeing any of each other at all,"

"Relax, Scott you look like you're trying to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth. These things happen but it's a shame you seem like an okay kid to me." He said pushing the files to the side, "Listen just because I'm the new principle I don't want you to think of me as the bad guy," He said and Stiles let out a snort,

"Is that so?" He snarked only to be ignored,

"However it is my first day and I need to show support of my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention."

Both Gerard and Scott turned to look at Stiles and he sighed,

"Fine I'll do it,"

Accalia rushed out of the school as soon as they got out of the office, and Scott followed her seeing as Stiles was headed to detention. She shoved through the front doors just as Isaac was being taking away in a police cruiser Accalia let out a frustrated growl and squatted down putting her head in her hands and taking a deep breath as a black camaro pulled up in front of them.

"Get in." Derek commanded rolling down the window.

"Are you serious? You did that. That's your fault!" Scot scolded while Accalia made her way to the passenger seat of the car.

"I know that now get in and help me." Derek huffed .

"I've got a better idea how about I call a lawyer instead since they might actually have a chance of getting him out of there before the moon rises," Scott said walking toward the car.

"Not when they do a real search of the house he won't"

"Why not?" Scott asked getting into the back seat.

"Because whatever Jackson told them, what's in the house is way worse."

As the werewolf trio headed to Isaacs house Allison overheard Gerard sending out a hunter dressed as a sheriffs deputy to kill Isaac and called Stiles.

After she slowed the hunter down she headed to Issacs to help chain Scott up while Stiles picked up the Hale siblings and headed to the station.

Okay, the keys to every cell are in a password protected lock box in my fathers office," Stiles told them when they pulled up to the station, Derek was in the passenger seat and Accalia was behind him, "The only problem is getting past the front desk."

"I'll distract her." Derek said reaching for the door handle, only to have Stiles grab his shoulder,

"You, you're not going in there."

"I was exonerated." He said roughly

"You're sill a person of interest."

"An innocent person."

"In-you? Yeah, right!" only to get a glare and shrug as an answer. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?"

"To distract her." Derek said as if talking to a child and Accalia shook her head in amusement.

"How do you expect to that, huh? By punching her in the face?" Stiles replied with mockingly bearing his teeth and Accalia snorted not that anyone was paying any attention to her during this little love fest.

Derek huffed a fake laugh, "By talking to her."

"Okay, fine. Give me an example. What's your opening line gonna be?" He asked letting a lengthy pause go by as both Hale siblings stared at him in utter silence totally unimpressed, "Dead silence. That should work perfectly, got any other ideas?"

"I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

"Don't worry Stiles," Accalia interjected before it could get any farther.

"Derek's smooth he's got this."

"Oh God. We're all going to be arrested."

Derek sauntered into the station casually trailing his fingers across the desk as the deputy came to the front to greet him distractedly browsing through a magazine. "Good evening, how can I help….you" she said stumbling over the last word when she glanced up and actually got a look at him.

"Hi." Derek said simply grinning largely at her.

"Hi." The deputy relied back a little breathless at the sight of his smile, and why wouldn't she be? The Hales have gorgeous smiles Accalia felt a pain in her chest at the realization that this was the first time she had seem him smile in what feels like years and it wasn't even real. Stiles just rolled his eyes at how the deputy was falling over him.

"I had a question. Um, I'm sorry I'm a little thrown. I was really expecting someone so.." Derek trailed as Stiles and Accalia carefully made their way behind her.

"Like me?" She responded in a flirtatious tone.

"Well, I was gonna say someone so Incredibly beautiful but, yeah, I guess that would be the same thing." Derek replied with a laugh

"Told you." Accalia said to Stiles when they got far enough away that they couldn't hear them, "Like skippy peanut butter." She laughed while he shook his head in amazement and slight disgust.

"Okay," Stiles said when they came to the door of his fathers office, "I'll get the keys."

Accalia nodded, "I'll go find Isaac."

Accalia took off in the direction of the holding cells and Stiles quickly put in the password for the lock box, but the keys were missing. Stiles cursed under his breath and rushed out of the office and head first into a deputy, "Oh sorry I was just look for my-" Stiles stopped mid sentence when he notice that the deputy had half an arrow in his leg and a needle filled with what Stiles would bet money on was some kind of wolfsbane.

"Im just going to –" He tried, inching around him only to have him grab Stiles around the shoulders and cover his mouth with his hand, dragging him with him while he struggled.

As he dragged him along down the hall and into the room with the cells, he managed to pull the fire alarm and had just enough time to notice that the holding cell door had been caved in from the inside before a wolfed out Isaac ripped the deputy away from him tossing him to the floor were Accalia then grabbing him by the throat and slammed his head into the wall snarling into his face.

Stiles who was on the floor scooted back against the wall as Isaac set his sights on him, he growled and Accalia was suddenly in front of him, she snarled at him and he cowered back slightly when Derek finally made his appearance crushing the wolfsbane filled syringe with his boot. He let out a roar and Isaac forcefully shifter back, cowering in the corner Accalia shifted back too covered her ears at the volume of the sound and glaring at him.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asked in surprise

"I'm the Alpha."

Derek, and Accalia got Isaac out of the station and left Stiles to deal with damage control and so when his father and a few more deputies rushed into the room, silenced that alarm and notice the cell door practically ripped off the suspect gone and the unconscious body on the floor, Stiles did what he did best and feign innocence.

"Uh," He said pointing at the fake deputy.

"He did it."