Derek could hear the footsteps approaching and transformed in anticipation of the attack. The door to the alley open and Erica and Boyd tumbled out. They looked….fine. Maybe a bit disheveled but healthy and whole. Derek was astounded.
"Congratulations on making the right choice." A woman in the door way gave a little wave and then shut the door between them.
"Was that the guidance counselor?" Scott asked in confused stupidity.
"Can we go home now?" Erica piped up after a minute of prolonged silence. "I am ready to get my grounding out of the way."
Derek, helpless to do much else took his betas to the car.
"We function as the supernatural limbic system." Duke-devil was trying a new approach at explaining what was up.
"Nah man, you are Daredevil." Stiles corrected. She had heard him the first time.
"If this is because I am blind.." Duke man had the 'I am not in the mood' voice that Stiles knew very well.
"It's more that people have the wrong idea about you. And you creep around at night in bad areas. Vigilante justice and all that jazz."
"People do have the correct impression of us." Duke growled in annoyance. One of the other alpha's showed some fang just to be clear that they were bit scary monsters.
"Yeah. You guys are 71 Hour Ahmed." Stiles knew what she was on about.
"What?" Asked the bald alpha who had a name that sounded like Anus.
"She is referencing something." Peter sighed like stiles was his eternal suffering come to life. Good. She could totally do that. Peter had some suffering to do.
"A policeman who's beat is the entire desert country and has to deliver justice himself because there isn't the infrastructure for a court system." Stiles was going to beat people with Terry Pratchett if she had to.
The alphas considered this for a moment with adorable puppy like head tilts before all of them made the 'not bad' face and either nodded or shrugged.
"So, who is on trial and how long do we have to prepare our defense?" Stiles pulled out her phone. "We have and English paper due on Wednesday and a track meet on Friday, so Thursday?"
"Are you the Alpha?" Sneered the shoeless female alpha, who clearly needed a pedicure like hard core. Stiles could hear Lydia's disapproval from here.
"She speaks for the pack." Replied Allison. Stiles and Peter whipped their heads around to stare at her. She was just supposed to be here as muscle and a human artillery case.
"And you consider yourself pack Ms. Argent?" Duke gave good eyebrow. "After you personally attacked the beta and the alpha?" Stiles could hear the crickets fleeing the silence out of sheer terror.
"I'm here aren't I?" Allison really had mastered resting bitch face while in France.
"Speaking of attacks!" Stiles cut in before someone turned into an arrow pin cushion. "What gives with hurting Isaac? Vulcan mind meld or not."
"We needed to gather evidence." Duke gave good shrug too. Dude had mastered the art of bitch aloof werewolf. Stiles is pretty sure he wrote the book.
"I object." Peter was feeling threatened on his throne of bitchiness so clearly he had to give a poorly done dry humor response. Stiles felt bad for the man. If he wasn't the queen bitch in the room what else did he have? Undeadness?
"Sustained." Morrell appeared out of the shadows in the hallway.
"Is there anyone in my life who isn't secretly supernatural?" Stiles threw her arms in the air. Honestly. Her therapist. No one the bitch never seemed worried about Stiles' poorly thrown together lies.
"I told you I had already gather all necessary information Deucalion." Morrell sounded like an employee who had filled out the TPE reports and was being asked to do them again.
"Facts are nothing without context and emotion." Duke-devil might have winked. Stiles had no idea. He was wearing blind glasses. Did he know he had those on? Was he a massive dork? Was that a requirement to be a werewolf? Must have good bitch face and actually be a huge dork.
"Seems reasonable." Peter shrugged like a god damn swan.
"Isaac was stabbed!" Stiles pointed out.
"He got better."
Derek waited outside the bank with Chris Argent. This might be the most awkward waiting situation he had ever been in. Scott had taken Erica and Boyd home where they were going to peddle the story of young runaway lovers who had realized the error of their choices when they ran out of funds. It wasn't a perfect story but it would get the cops off everyone's backs.
Finally after a painful amount of time the front doors opened and Stiles, Peter and Allison came barging out with Stiles looking particularly pleased with herself.
"It's not yet time for the Dick Wolf title screen, but we fade to black here." She offered.
"What?" Chris had that 'confused stunned' face most people had around Stiles. Derek knew that face. He had lived that face. That face had been his best friend. And now he was past that face and it was scarier than he thought it was to realize he now officially 'spoke Stiles'.
"Law and Order." Derek translated. "Show's not over, but it's time to go home for now."
There was a brief conversation where Chris and Stiles promised to keep each other up to date and made plans for a round table meeting of some kind. Peter wandered off like the stray cat he was and suddenly it was just Derek and Stiles in an empty parking lot. Her heart gave a little stutter and then evened out when she saw it was just them.
"Turns out, you are completely full of shit and a total dick." Stiles switched from relieved, to awkward, to pissed in the blink of an eye.
"I stand by what I said." Derek didn't care if tonight had gone well. There would be trouble soon, it was in the air. And trouble tended to attach itself to him.
"Well fall on your sword for someone else. I have no interest in your man pain." Stiles marched up to him and pulled on his shirt until his face was level with her's. It was a shorter distance than it used to be, Lydia had found out she could get Stiles into heels as long as it was wedged sneakers. "I am in the mood for victory sex. You in or would you rather go listen to Taylor Swift and cry?"
"We aren't dating." Derek pointed out, ignore the quip about Taylor Swift. That was Erica's CD and he stood by that statement.
"I said sex. Not matching tattoos." Stiles scoffed and let go of him.
"It's dangerous." Derek could feel his excuses slipping.
"So is getting in a car. Pretty sure more people die in traffic accidents than they do by having sex with a werewolf." Stiles pulled off her jacket.
"It's a terrible idea."
"I don't give a fuck." Stiles pulled her shirt off. She stood there in nothing but a bra (which was push up, when the hell had that happened? He wasn't complaining. Just he had sat through a 45 minute rant about the hell that was push up bras and suddenly she was here wearing one. Also, DAMN.) and jeans giving him a 'you coming' look.
Derek was not proud of the fact that he crumbled that easily. This was the reason he had spent the whole summer avoiding Stiles, because he was actually complete putty in her erratic hands. He gave in and she was climbing him like a tree in the next breath.
Fuck he had missed this. He knew all the reasons it was a bad idea but those reasons didn't have a lot of ground to stand on when her nails pulled welts on his back and she bit his neck.
"Jeep." Stiles breathed out as she pulled his shirt off him.
"What." Derek couldn't do words right now, there were boobs in his face.
"Condoms." Oh right. Those.
Which is how they ended up fucking sorta in the Jeep. Well Stiles was bent over the front seat with the door open and Derek stood there holding onto the frame for support. It went on like that for a rather impressive amount of time, Derek was pretty sure Stiles came at least six times if he was counting screams and clenching.
Then all of a sudden she was off his dick and pulling up her pants.
"What?" Derek didn't understand.
"Oh, I said sex, but I never said you got to come." Stiles gave a little wave as she closed the door in his face and drove off. Derek watch his shirt, which had been on the hood of the Jeep, slide off and into a puddle.
"I probably deserved that." He admitted to himself.
"You handled that poorly." Morrell had her 'mad teacher face' or at least it sounded like she did. "I have been working with them for months and now you just have a tea party with them."
"I was missing information my dear. Justice is blind, not ignorant." Deucalion was rather amused by his joke. The pack was now. Groans could be heard from all the directions.
"Enough already!" Cried Ethan.
"It's not funny anymore, DAD!" Aiden stormed off in a huff.
Deucalion played the Law and Order theme while dramatically reading the opening voice over. Kali broke something. He didn't care, he was funny and they were all just ignorant of his brilliance.
Stiles wasn't bother that her dad wasn't there when she got home. Erica and Boyd had just turned up after being missing for all of summer break so she was pretty sure he was out there giving them a very stern look and a depressingly long lecture. She didn't stay up that late because Lydia and her had a girl date in the morning to get smoothies and pedicures. Which meant that Stiles had to get up earlier than normal to style her hair and put on some of the nicer clothes Lydia had thrust upon her.
She didn't see her dad when she left but he was probably working or sleeping. His car wasn't there so she put her money on working. Lydia was there early and Stiles felt like a wet cat, as always, in front of her friend.
It wasn't until lunch time that Stiles went to the station to see if her dad still wanted to do movie night or if he was too swamped to work.
"Honey, he went home at midnight."
"No he didn't." Stiles corrected the deputy. "His bed was still made." She had seen it on the way out. The guy shrugged.
Stiles called his cell. It went right to an error message. She tried again. And again.
The home one. She texted. The gps on his cruiser was off. He didn't respond to the radio being hailed. No one had seen his car in hours.
When she collapsed on the floor and started struggling to breath the deputies made the new guy take her to the hospital to see Melissa and get an injection.
Her dad was missing.