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I'm so glad you all love my interpretation of Stiles. I have A.D.D as well so I based him off of some of my real life interactions with other people. All of your reviews were great and each on made me smile, thank you!

Sheriff Stilinski was exhausted. He had been out doing late night patrols twelve nights in a row, thirteen as of now. It was 2a.m, well past the time most criminals in Beacon Hills did their nightly rounds. He was looking for one criminal in particular though, one Derek Hale. The road layout before him lazily passing by as his worked over what information he had. Thanks to his son's best friend he finally had a face to add onto all these crimes. Whether or not he believed the accusation was a different story. What man would bifurcate their own sister? It sounded demented even for the demented, but it was something to work with. He could sort out the fine details later; Derek was the key to figuring out some big answers now.

'The kid may look like a lost member of the Jersey Shore, but I don't think he fist pumped up all this trouble, if he were orange, now that would be a different story,' the Sheriff rambled in his head to keep himself awake.

'Scott didn't exactly seem too sure when he accused the man of murder, and Stiles? Stiles didn't seem too motivated either; he's always ready to jump information to get involved in police cases. He barely twitched, and my boy can twitch. Something's up. I hate to say this about my own son and his friend, but maybe they're hiding something, or maybe they're onto something they haven't quite figured out. Lying and hiding it would seem easier. I was sixteen once, I had crabs, I know what it's like. Why frame Derek in the meantime though? The man's sister was in half, seemed kind of rude.'

The turns in the road recaptured his attention span.

For all Sheriff Stilinski knew Derek was behind the murders. Wasn't that the whole reason he was out doing these patrols instead of staying home with his son? Because even if he didn't think Scott was being completely truthful he still thought there was a possibility this was all Derek's doing. The only reason he doubted it at all, despite the incriminating evidence, was that the first time the boys tried to frame the man for murder, well, it was a hit and a miss.

There weren't many cars out around this time of night. In fact most of Beacon Hills was quiet, even the dispatchers were sitting bored at their desk. Any other time he would just take it home, but Derek's accused crimes didn't exactly follow the usual Hills crook time schedule so he mustered on.

'Mustard goes great with pretzels. Man does it go great.'

'Oh no,' the Sheriff thought, 'No no no no no, I'm so tired I'm thinking like Stiles.' He groaned, messaging his forehead.

"Gotta keep it together," he mumbled, and surveyed the land around him.

Both sides of the road were filled with trees, and if he focused close the Sheriff could see the eyes of deer and fox glinting against the moonlight as he drove past. He still had around thirty minutes on this road until the turn that would bring him back in a loop. His coffee had run out an hour ago so he needed to keep his mind active to stay awake. He was thinking hard about who his other culprit might be if it weren't Derek Hale.

'Argent,' was the only other guess he could come up with.

The murders didn't seem to start until the family came back to town, and they didn't seem to keep the best company. Also they were arms dealers, so they had the weapons and the knowhow. Then there was that Kate bitch, she was just kinky and twisted, she reminded him of Angelina Jolie. He was willing to bet money she and her brother did the nasty from time to time. In fact if he thought about it Chris Argent kind of looked like a pretty hillbilly to him, the only thing missing was a piece of wheat between his teeth. It wasn't really too hard to picture.

"Alli-Sue go on and git down here!" Chris Argent hook his thumbs behind the straps of his overalls and stood at the bottom of the staircase.

"Imma comin daddy!" a voice called back.

"Now Chris don't you making a that there fuss at that girl, she just got home from schoolin and I want her to rest up right nice," his wife wagged her finger at him.

"I'm here daddy. Whatchu done want?" Allison stood at the top of the stairs. She was present in a pair of Huck Finns, a red plaid shirt, and barefoot, with pigtails hanging at her sides. She looked like a field beauty.

"I went and forgot, but anyway when you're all set we're gonna go outback and hunt us up some dinner baby girl. I'll even let you have swing at that M-4 assualt rifle I was saving for your birthday. Hell it's great for shooting critters!" Mr. Argent hooted.

"Sure enough daddy you're just the best. Imma go whip you up some moonshine!" Allison bounded away.

"Moonshine? Well YEEHAWW!" Chris shouted and shot his pistol off in the air.

"Oh dear god!" Sheriff Stilinski cringed at the scene he just saw in his head. Thanks to the sleep exhaustion his mind had definitely entered Stiles territory. The Argents were high on his list of possible suspects. Chris Argent was just a handsome face with a lot of fire power after all, but in the meantime he'd think about something else for now.

Derek trailed behind the Sheriff as stealthily as he could. His all black Camaro was virtually invisible in the dark, and with his enhanced eyes he didn't need his headlights to see. He had been trailing the Sheriff most of the night. Derek knew exactly what lurked in these forests and even though the man wanted him for murder he had to keep him safe. He couldn't forgive himself if something happened to Stiles father. Stiles wouldn't forgive him.

He had just accepted the fact that he liked the other boy a few weeks ago. Even though he didn't know what to do with that information he wasn't about to let something like an alpha attack killing the boy's father ruin his chances before they started. Started? First he had figure if there was even a possibility Stiles was into other men before he could start anything. For now he would just do what he could, which included keeping Stiles out of trouble, safe from Scott, and making sure his father didn't get hurt because of problems he hadn't dealt with yet. Sadly the last one sounded the most easy, the first two? Not so much.

"Goddammit!" Derek swore as he saw the Sheriff's care start veer off the road. It snapped back into place. A sign that the man was still conscious but starting to fall asleep.

He needed him to turn around and go home now or all his plans would be ruined.

"How am I supposed woo your son, win his heart, take him home, marry him, and live happily ever after if you kill yourself?!" Derek ignored everything he just yelled as he pulled over to the side of the road. He had to take action or he'd be pulling the other man out a car wreck. He parked his car, shifted into his wolf form, and took off through trees.

Scaring the man was his best option. Stiles' dad was already half asleep, so his plan would work easily, just pop out, give him a fright, and problem solved. He would just think he was seeing things from the lack of sleep. That's what Derek was betting on, he just hoped the Sheriff didn't overreact.

Derek's legs were working overtime trying to get ahead of the police car, luckily the other man hadd been keeping a very slow at around 20mph. His chest filled with glee as he saw his opening ahead, a wide bend. He just had to get there before the cruiser, and his plan would be perfection. Fangs and claws at the ready he got there just a few seconds before and went into position.

Sheriff Stilinski had been going over his grocery list in his head when he came upon the bend.

'Eggs, chicken, pepperoni, mice. What? That's not righ-'

As soon as the car's headlights hit him Derek let out his deepest, most feral roar.

"AHHHHHH!" Sheriff Stilinski screamed and swearved away from what he just saw. Heart beating frantically he sat in the car with his gun at the ready in case whatever it was came back. He swore he had just seen what looked like a wolf man ready to eat him when he came around the bend. There was no way he could've seen what he just saw.

'Maybe these late night patrols are doing more harm than good,' he sighed.

Coming to reason he realized he needed to head home, the lack of sleep was starting to effect him worse and worse.

'First Hillbilly Power Hour, now leather clad wolfmen?'

He calmed down, confident nothing was going to lunge out after him, and turned back onto the road driving straight past the tucked away Camaro at double the speed he started.

Derek sighed with relief. The plan had worked perfectly. Sheriff Stilinksi was tired enough to think he was just a figment of his sleep starven imagination, and the adrenaline rush would keep him going until he made it safely home. Derek couldn't help laughing. He had just scared the most respected man in town into turning tail and heading home. The scream was a nice touch too.

"Man it's good to be a wolf," Derek laughed as he walked back towards his car.