Aria climbs into her Sedan, opening a folded piece of paper on the dash. She glances at the address and types it into her GPS. To her surprise, it doesn't show up. She growls out of frustration, reaching for the paper and reading Issac's scribbled handwriting instead. She told Stiles she had to go study with Lydia for a cover in case she ended up wandering around Beacon Hills all night. She pulls out of the driveway, driving down the road. After a few minutes, she stops in front of a deserted shady neighborhood. She gets out of her car, nervously glancing around for a warehouse. She spots one and heads towards it.

"Hey goldie locks, you lost?" A few men leer at her, "We could show you your way home if you want." They snicker, "Just give us a little show."

Aria quickens her pace, not hiding the disgust on her face as she climbs up the steps of the warehouse. She knocks on the doors nervously, large steel doors. The men are getting closer and she's feeling her heart rate pick up by the minute. A woman opens the door, young, about her age.

"What do you want? You selling girl scout cookies?" The woman asks.

Aria looks at the crumpled piece of paper in her hands, "I actually came to speak to Derek. Derek Hale." She repeats, swallowing hard, "Is he here?"

The woman turns around, arching her neck, "Hey Derek! Goldie locks is here." The woman sees the men slowly advancing, "Here, come inside." She steps aside.

Aria steps inside quickly, thanking her. "You guys picked quite the neighborhood." She says with a pointed look towards the men outside the doors. She looks around, the warehouse has been made into a home. There's a couch, TV, mattress, oven, everything. It felt like a home.

Derek comes out, still just as large and as intimidating as he had been the first time they met. Only this time, he wasn't strangling her little brother. "Thanks Cora." He says to the woman, who has to be Cora, as she leaves the room.

Cora gives him a little nod and an anxious look shot towards Aria as she leaves the room.

"Issac sent you." Derek says, folding his arms over his chest. His muscles in his arms bulging.

"He said you could help me." Aria takes a step forward.

"Well, I can't." Derek says, "So you can leave now."

Aria looks away, frustrated, "You can't or you won't?" She counters, looking back into his scathing blue eyes.

He leans closer to her, "Won't." He answers simply, leaning away from her again, "If they want to tell you, they will. For now, it's safer."

"I'm getting really tired of everyone telling me that it's safer this way. I don't feel safe. Lacking important information is not safe, it has never been safe. I mean except in Doctor Who but-" Aria stops herself before she can complete the reference, "I need to know. I can just, feel, that it's important, and I want to help Stiles, I want to help Scott, I just-"

Derek looks down at her, "You can't help."

"How could you know that if you won't let me try?"

"Lets just say, this kind of situation, just can't be fixed, by.. you." Derek says, "Now you should leave now before those guys break into your car."

"What would you say if I already knew?"

"You wouldn't be here if you knew." Derek sneers.

Aria starts backpedaling, "At least give me a hint. Anything." She walks over to him, "Please."

Derek stares at her for a few moments, considering it, "Think... furry." Derek says, "That's all you're getting out of me. You should go now."

Aria growls in frustration, turning on her heel and leaving.

"It was nice to meet you too, Aria." Derek calls as she slams the door behind her.

So, he was useless.

Aria storms into her house, angry. She takes her jacket off, putting it on the hook. She grabs her phone out of her pocket, opening it to see dozens of texts from Stiles.

Where are you?! I know you're not with Lydia, you little sneak!

Aria growls, mainly angry that she forgot to text Lydia to back her up. She see's Stiles storm out of the kitchen.

"Where have you been?!" He asks.

Aria shrugs, "Just did a little cruising to clear my head."

"She's lying." Scott says from the doorway, a smile on his lips, "You came a little close though. Give the truth another try."

How the fuck did Scott know she was lying? That didn't seem.. real. She had easily lied to these two boys since she was a kid. She had convinced them she came from a unicorn and they had swallowed it up. She eyes Scott. "How did you know that?"

Stiles shares a panicked look with Scott, though Scott quickly says, "I know your giveaway. Anyways." He backpedals, "Where were you?"

Aria swallows hard, "Don't worry." She says, walking up a few of the steps, "I just need to get some rest."

"Aria." Stiles says sternly, shocking he was capable of that, "Please."

Aria sighs, turning around, "I was with Derek Hale."

Stiles and Scott share really frantic looks then, "What do you mean you were with Derek Hale?!" Stiles says, following her up the steps, "Are you crazy?! DEREK HALE. Am I hearing you right? The guy who was strangling me the other day! You thought, 'oh man he seems like such a cool dude I should get to know him'. Aria!"

Aria whips around, "I wanted answers and someone told me he could give them to me. Since you two aren't being so forthcoming, I thought I had to go and get my own answers."

"What did he tell you?" Scott asks nervously.

"He told me, 'think furry' as if that's going to fucking help." Aria sighs, defeated, "I'm just going to sleep now." She walks up the steps sadly.

Stiles hears her bedroom door shut and he turns to Scott, "We should tell her. She's persistent, she'll keep digging, it's in her nature."

Scott runs a hand through his hair, "Stiles, I don't know man, she won't see me as the same guy she made mud pies with when she was a kid. What if.. what if she reacts badly to it?"

"She'll come around, your Mom did.. I just, I don't see her giving up anytime soon." Stiles says with a pointed look towards the stairs, "Plus we have to keep her away from Derek, from the pack. They're all dangerous."

Scott nods in agreement, "Yeah, whoever sent her to Derek, we need to find out who it was."

Would Aria say she was smart? She wouldn't say she was brain dead, she wouldn't say she 'knew a few things'. You don't skip a grade because you 'know a few things'. Aria walks into her advanced English class, plopping herself down next to Lydia.

"You should have told me you were using me for a cover." Lydia says, applying bright pink lipstick to her bottom lip, "I got caught, I was with Aiden. So not only did you get a scolding, but I got one too. Since you know, he's the bad guy and stuff." Lydia sighs, snapping her compact mirror shut, "This whole good guy bad guy nonsense is so tiring."

Aria eyes Lydia, "What do you mean good guy bad guy nonsense?"

Lydia freezes, licking her freshly applied lipstick. Popping her lips, "Nothing, I meant nothing, as usual." Lydia puts her compact mirror into her purse, turning to Aria, "So do you want to get this essay underway or do you want a fly to fly into your mouth?"

Aria can't pay attention to the essay because Lydia, her Lydia, was lying to her. She watches Lydia closely, noticing the small shifts, the hesitant blinking. Aria purses her lips, but keeps writing.

"Are you going to tell me about all of the hotties in Rome or are you going to give me the silent treatment the entire time?" Lydia asks, biting on the tip of her pin before scrawling more words down on her paper. "Who were you going to see last night anyways that involved sneaking around?"

"Derek Hale."

She doesn't miss the noise that Lydia makes, a disgruntled, terrified noise. "You went and saw that lunatic? Tell me you didn't see Peter."

"Peter?"

"Peter is his absolutely crazy uncle. Whatever you do, always take ten steps back, he's batshit crazy." Lydia says quickly, forcing her pen harder down on the paper, "So crazy." She growls. "What were you doing with Derek Hale? I hope it was PG, but knowing you, it's not." Lydia says with a wink.

Aria elbows Lydia in the ribs, "That's gross, Lyd. Completely PG. Issac sent me to see him."

"Issac Lahey?"

"The one and only."

"He asked me out once." Lydia says absentmindedly.

"He's cute."

Lydia gives Aria a sinister smile, "I turned him down." She turns back to her paper, proud of her work. "But if you like that wounded puppy thing, go ahead."

Aria rolls her eyes, leaning back in her seat, she's about to ask Lydia about the big secret everyone was hiding from her, but the bell rings. Lydia and Aria get up, grabbing their papers.

Lydia freezes when she sees Aria's paper, "You wrote about wolves?"

"There are a lot of them in Spokane." Aria says, holding the paper, eyeing the little doodle in the corner, "They're just so fascinating to me, I suppose." Aria shrugs, turning the paper over in her fingers.

Lydia nods, "Yeah, duh." She shakes her head, "Anyways, I have to go, I have a study session with your brother. So I'll catch you around, kay?" Lydia kisses Aria's cheek, "Love ya, bye!" With that, she walks as fast as she can away from Aria in her designer heels.

Aria eyes the paper in her hands, as she walks out of the classroom, she sees Issac at his locker.

She hands him the paper, "Read it."

Issac looks surprised at her sudden arrival, but reads it regardless. "Uh huh.." He says.

"So, what do you think?"

"A beautiful piece of literature." Issac hands it back to her, "A+ for you." He shuts his locker, turning to walk away from her.

"It's not just literature is it?" Aria asks, holding the paper in her hands.

Issac pauses, his shoulders hunching over. A slow sigh escaping his lips, "No, no it isn't."

"Then what is it?"

"Something you should run very far away from." He says, and with that, he leaves.