CHAPTER TWO
Summary: Hermione Granger, an accomplished witch is working a particularly trying case and is in need of help. Deputy Sheriff Jordan Parrish is a hellhound and just the one she needs. When a fiery witch and a fire-proof supernatural being work together, sparks are sure to fly and Hermione and the Deputy find that they need each other for more than one reason. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and the creators of Teen Wolf and MTV. This is purely for entertainment purposes and I am not making a profit from the posting of this. This is set after The Wild Hunt but disregards everything afterwards, so there was no war between the supernatural and humans, there is no Monroe or Gerard and there are no hunters. At least for now! Also, Parrish is 23 and Hermione is 24. Oh, and I'm fudging the time line a bit, too. This will be written mostly in Parrish's POV.
Page count: 6
Hermione was sat in her parked rental car outside of the Beacon Hill's Sheriff's Department, her eyes darting between the file in her hand and the station itself.
She knew the one she was looking for but only by name, Deputy Sheriff Jordan Parrish. She'd already gone through the files of the other employees of the sheriff's department, including the sheriff himself, and now she was re-reading through Parrish's file in order to keep the information fresh in her mind.
There were no photos included in the files for reasons she didn't know, but there was nothing she could do about it. She'd gone to The American Ministry of Magic in Washington and had them pull files from The Muggle Government in order for her to be well prepared. Not knowing what he looked like, she knew she was going to have to go into the station and ask after him, and after gathering her wits and her eyes scanning her surroundings for any potential threats, she climbed out of the car, making sure to put all of the files out of sight, but she kept hold of two, Parrish's and Sheriff Noah Stilinski's.
She approached the station and pulled the door open, stepping inside and her eyes searched her new surroundings cautiously, taking note of the layout and the exits available for use. The room would've been a lot bigger if it weren't for the many desks that occupied the space, the filing cabinets and the office equipment, and she noticed that it wasn't much different to the set up in her own department.
She turned her head to the left, seeing an office with the blinds and door closed and she assumed it belonged to the sheriff. Further down the room she saw a corridor and could make out several bars which she suspected was the holding cells.
She shook her head and walked towards the desk closest to her, seeing the name plaque reading 'DeWitt.' The man in question seemed to be busy filling out a report and he hadn't heard or seen her approach him.
"Excuse me?" Hermione spoke, drawing his attention.
DeWitt looked up from his desk and his eyes widened slightly before he dropped the pen onto his desk and sat up straight, his eyes trailing her from head to toe. Hermione admitted that he was handsome with his dark blonde hair cut short but the fringe hanging over his forehead and it falling just above his dark blue eyes. He had a straight nose and a chiselled jaw and his uniform did nothing to hide his muscular physique, but although he was handsome, Hermione got the feeling he knew he was and that made him arrogant. She was usually a good judge of character and her instincts had yet to fail her.
His eyes returned to her face and a charming smile pulled at his mouth. "Good morning," he greeted.
"Good morning," she replied politely. He blinked slowly, obviously not expecting her British accent and his smile seemed to widen. "I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of Deputy Jordan Parrish."
His brow creased slightly and his lips pursed as his eyes darted to his right and then back to her.
"I'm sorry to say he's not currently at the station, he's responding to a call. Maybe I could help you instead."
She gave him a polite smile. "I'm afraid that's not possible, I specifically require Deputy Parrish. I'll just wait until he returns," she spoke, before turning around and heading over to the row of chairs that sat against the wall of the sheriff's office. She chose the chair closest to the exit and as she sat down, she crossed her legs and rested the files on her lap with her clasped hands on top, keeping them in place.
She'd been sat there for only five minutes -more than aware of the curious stares that she was receiving- when the door to the sheriff's office opened and a middle-aged man stepped out.
She knew him to be in his late forties and the greying black hair and wrinkles of his face supported it. His dark brown eyes were squinted slightly in the sunlight that streamed in through the windows and his gaze turned to her curiously as he walked past her and over to his deputies. He seemed to have a hushed conversation with DeWitt before he approached her.
"Ma'am, it is my understanding you wish to see Deputy Parrish," he spoke.
"That is correct, Sheriff," she replied, and just like DeWitt had been, he was surprised by her accent.
"May I ask why?"
"You may, however, my situation is delicate and requires a great amount of caution and it needs to be done discreetly."
He eyed her carefully before nodding towards his office and Hermione took the hint and followed in after him. He shut the door behind her and moved over to his desk, gesturing to the chair opposite his and Hermione took a seat, her eyes sweeping the room and seeing that it wasn't much different to her own, though hers was much bigger.
"I'm going to keep this brief, Sheriff Stilinski,"
"You know who I am?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.
She nodded before taking his file and putting it on the desk, pushing it over to him. He took it warily and opened it up, his eyes scanning the information in front of him and his eyes flew up to her.
"Are you FBI?"
"No."
"CIA?"
"No, I don't work for your government, only my own." He was confused by her answer. "Sheriff, I am aware of the supernatural beings that reside in Beacon Hills."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he lied, leaning back in his chair, placing the file back onto the desk and crossing his arms over his chest.
She felt a smile pull at her mouth. "It is not often I see someone such as yourself willing to protect a supernatural being, and honestly, I'm impressed by your track record. I know that Scott McCall is a True Alpha werewolf, I know of Malia Tate-Hale being a werecoyote, I know of Liam Dunbar being the Beta of the pack, and of Lydia Martin being a banshee. And I know of your son, being the best friend of Scott McCall and having once been possessed by a Nogitsune. I know that both you and Melissa McCall continue to protect them as best you can and you've done a wonderful job."
"Obviously not good enough," he commented, eyeing her warily.
"No, you have. You see, Sheriff, I am not like you, but neither am I like the others." He frowned in confusion. "I'm bound by the laws of my people to protect our secret so if I were to reveal myself to you, I'd face life imprisonment and I rather like my freedom. But trust me when I say, that I'm different, too."
"You're supernatural?" He questioned, relaxing in his seat, uncrossing his arms and leaning forward with his arms resting on the desk.
"No, I'm not supernatural, but I do have abilities that make me different and that is all I can say. Sheriff, I am the Department Head of something which we call the RCMC, and unfortunately, I am unable to reveal the meaning of the acronym, but in short, those that are under my command work very hard in order to protect those that are like me and that are like your son's friends." He frowned. "We protect werewolves and banshees and other beings and we ensure that their identities and statuses are kept secret from humans such as yourself. We do what we can to protect them from hunters who wish them harm, and I'm not going to lie to you, it hasn't always been this way. My people have recently survived a war in which we were split in our differences of opinions and luckily for you, the right side won. When I was promoted to Head of Department, I had all of our laws changed regarding beings such as Mr. McCall and now they are finally safe and protected. I am telling you this as I wish for you to trust that I only have the best intentions for being here this morning. I have travelled a long way and it has been a long journey."
"Why are you here? Why do you wish to see Parrish?"
Hermione placed the second file on the desk before opening it and removing several crime scene photos which she showed him. His eyes widened when he recognised them as having occurred during the time The Beast had been terrorising Beacon Hills.
"This occurred here," she spoke, before handing him several more photographs and although they were clearly taken at a different time and location, he noticed the similarities. "This occurred in Glasgow, Scotland three months ago." She then handed him another photograph. "This occurred in Surrey of London, England two months ago." She handed him another photograph. "And this occurred in Paris, France, one month ago."
He placed the photographs on the desk and dropped his head into his hands, giving a loud sigh.
"It's being referred to as 'Prodigum', which means Monster. I've been working this case for three months and I've hit every brick wall there could possibly be. I was losing hope that we'd never solve the case and deal with the one responsible until I happened upon some newspaper articles. I dug a little deeper and sure enough, it seemed the same occurrences happened here. I am unable to explain how this led me to Deputy Parrish, but I am aware that he is a hellhound and I am aware of his role in helping to defeat The Beast. I need his help, he's the only one that I know will be able to help me solve this case. It's not quite The Beast, but I believe it's similar enough that once we are able to find it, we can stop it from killing anymore people. So far, the death count is two-hundred and six and it's rising by the day. My government has had thirty employees fatally wounded trying to track and defeat this creature and we're desperate. If I'm correct about my assumptions of Deputy Parrish's character judging by what I've seen in his file, I'm hoping he will help me."
The sheriff lifted his head from his hands and Hermione noticed he looked tired, and she didn't blame him. After doing her research on Beacon Hills and the happenings over the last couple of years, he had every reason to be.
"My superiors are saying this is one of the worst cases that's been seen by our people in years and we went through war."
He rubbed his hands over his face and nodded before standing and leaving the office. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to leave or stay so she went with the latter. She collected the photographs and files and sat back, waiting for him to return.
She didn't have to wait long and when he did return; it was with two mugs of coffee, a few sachets of sugar and a couple of milk. He placed both on the table and gestured for her to take what she wished, so she selected one sugar and one milk and poured them into the coffee. Lifting the mug to her lips and taking a sip, she grimaced at the taste and he chuckled at her.
"Should've warned you, the coffee here is terrible," he said.
She only nodded in agreement before taking the rest of the sugar and the milk and dumping it into her coffee in hopes it would improve the taste, which was unsuccessful.
"I've called Parrish back to the station, he'll be here soon."
"You didn't have to do that," she frowned slightly.
He shrugged. "He was responding to a series of noise complaints, I believe your situation takes precedence."
They fell into silence and Hermione turned her attention to looking out the window whilst his stare remained on her.
"You seem rather young to be a Department Head," he commented.
She turned to look at him. "Once the war had been won, my people spent time rebuilding their lives and healing the damage done to their families and homes and businesses. I was all but forced to be a soldier and once we'd won I went straight into the government and due to my efforts in the war as well as my hard work and accomplishments, I made my way up through the ranks. At the age of twenty-one the department head retired and I was promoted."
She could tell he had more questions, many more questions but they were both distracted when they head a car pulling up to the station. When he stood, she took her files in hand and followed him out of his office and outside into the sunshine.
She stood back as the sheriff approached the car and she was more than surprised when Deputy Parrish stepped out of the car and she saw him for the first time. Her own conjured thoughts of his appearance had been way off. She hadn't expected him to be so good looking, so handsome.
There was a short distance between them and he'd yet to notice her as he conversed with the sheriff, but she could see him perfectly. His hair was cut short and a dark brown colour, but when the sun caught the strands there seemed to be a red tint. His skin was tanned and when she squinted her eyes, she could see that his own appeared to be a light brown colour. His uniform moulded to his frame showing off his impressive and muscular build and she could tell he was tall, she'd say just over six-feet.
When the sheriff turned his head and gestured for her to approach, she did so, seeing the way Parrish finally noticed her presence and whilst his eyes seemed to show surprise, she also saw intrigue.
"You must be Deputy Parrish," Hermione said, holding her hand out to shake his.
"You're British," he commented in surprise.
She gave him a polite but friendly smile. "I am yes, I'm Hermione Granger."
When his hand touched hers, she immediately noticed that his body temperature was running a lot higher than any human's should, and she also noticed the way a zing of heat spread through her, a fire coursing through her entire body until it seemed to settle into the very core of her magic, making her feel peaceful and calm.
'Odd,' she thought.