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"Is she still behind us?"
"We have to go faster Des!
"Shut up Stiles!"
Pushing the car faster I swerved, wishing I was in my car over Derek's as I took a turn at 70 mph, Scott and Stiles in the backseat as I took another turn, very much aware of the SUV behind us. Finally Stiles clicked on the police radio as the SUV turned, leaving us alone on the road.
"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works."
Cursing I made another right turn, forcing the car to go into the iron works to see Derek crouching next to a crane, pulling to a stop I forced the passenger door open yelling for him to get in. As he ran towards the car there was shots fired at him, before he could even close the door I was already getting us out of there, listening as Scott got mad at Derek for not laying low.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?"
"Damn it, I had him!"
I chanced a look at Derek while Stiles leaned forward to talk.
"Who, the Alpha?"
"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up."
I snorted lightly.
"Oh, hey, they're just doing their jobs."
I didn't have to look over to know the look Derek had given my brother, causing me to laugh a little harder as I slowed the car down once we were within a safe distance away from the police.
"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."
Scott groaned behind me as Derek glared at him.
"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."
Stiles finally stepped in.
"All right. How did you find him?"
Derek didn't answer causing the teens to become annoyed.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?"
"Yeah, both of us."
Glancing over I saw the look Derek gave my brother.
"Derek, Stiles and I may be human, but we can talk, now explained how you found the alpha."
He sighed as the teenagers looked at me before turning to him.
"Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."
"Our chemistry teacher? Why him?"
"Stiles."
My brother sank back at my warning tone.
"I don't know yet."
"What's the second?"
Derek glanced at me, knowing I was just as curious as the teenagers, before pulling out a piece of paper from his back pocket.
"Some kind of symbol."
Scott groaned, forcing everyone to focus on him.
"What? You know what this is?"
"I've seen it on a necklace. Alison's necklace."
Shaking my head I pulled up to Scott's house and we let Scott and Stiles out.
"Find the necklace."
Scott nodded as he and Stiles walked into the house before we took off, Derek taking over the drivers side.
"Any ideas?"
I shook my head as he pulled up to my house, both of us grateful my dad wasn't home.
"One, but let me think on it before I tell it to you."
He nodded, with a light sigh I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"See ya later wolf, stay low and get some sleep, k?"
He smirked as I stepped out of the car, gently shutting the door before walking into the house.
Hearing a door slam open I paused in my work before standing up and leaning against my doorway, spotting Stiles on his computer. Turning my head when I heard our dad.
"Hey, Stiles!"
Looking back at Stiles I watched as he seemed to spot something to the right of his door before he scrambled to his doorway, catching me staring at him with a raised eyebrow, before he could answer our dad appeared.
"What'd you say?"
"What? I said "Yo, Dad.""
"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."
"First game. Gosh, great. Awesome. Uh, good."
I sighed, suddenly very happy I got my social skills from mom.
"I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you."
"Thanks. Me, too. I'm happy and proud of myself."
"So they're really gonna let you play, right?"
"Yeah, Dad. I'm first line. Believe that?"
"I'm very proud."
"Oh, me too."
They hugged and I shook my head, smiling when dad finally walked downstairs and Stiles gave me a pleading look as he walked back into his room, following him I closed his door as Derek forced Stiles into the wall as he grabbed him by the collar.
"Derek."
"If you say one word."
"Oh, what, you mean, like, "Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun"?"
I blinked in surprised at Stiles' ability to face off with the werewolf.
"Yeah that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy."
I raised an eyebrow as Derek seemed to find new respect for my brother as he nodded and let Stiles go before straitening his jacket causing Stiles to smirk and return the favor, only for Derek to jump at him. I glared at Derek in warning.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?"
"No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try."
Derek looked at me and I shrugged as I took a seat on Stiles' bed.
"The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."
"So?"
"So it wasn't Scott."
"Well, can you find out who sent it?"
"No, not me. But I think I know somebody who can."
Derek sighed as Stiles turned his focus on his phone, walking over he took a seat next to me.
"Throw my brother against a wall again and I will make good on my previous threat. Got it?"
He nodded, knowing I wasn't kidding.
As it turns out, Stiles plan was to dangle Derek in front of his friend who was obviously gay whose name was Danny and looked oddly familiar. Hiding a smile I continued to hangout on Stiles' bed, knowing this was going to be entertaining, as Derek pretended to read a book next to me.
"Who's he again?"
"Um, my cousin…Miguel."
I snorted, about to come undone at the name, one look towards Derek and he knew I was never going to let him live it down.
"Is that blood on his shirt?"
Stiles and I both looked at Derek, just now noticing the blood on his grey shirt.
"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel."
Derek looked up.
"I thought I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts."
Stiles motioned to his dresser, Derek closed his book and tossed it on my lap, knowing I was enjoying this way to much especially as he stripped out of his shirt, my eyes admiring his tattoo again.
"So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably."
"Stiles?"
I covered my mouth again as Derek pulled at a shirt.
"This…No fit."
"Then try something else on."
Looking over at the teenagers I smiled as we caught Danny blatantly staring at Derek, who was now trying on a blue and orange striped shirt.
"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?"
"Huh?"
I giggled at that.
"The shirt."
"It's…It's not really his color."
And with that Derek pulled off his shirt and turned back to the dresser, shooting me a look as I became a little turned on looking at him.
"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny Boy?"
"You're a horrible person."
"I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text."
"Stiles!"
We looked back at Derek who was not happy, his hair was sticking out from all the changing.
"None of these fit."
"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text."
I smiled before reaching next to me and throwing a black short sleeve shirt at Derek, hitting him in the head. He turned and glared at me as I giggled.
"There Miguel, that one should fit. Lovin the new hair, you changed it since the last time I saw you."
His glare intensified as he pulled the shirt on, turning I realized why Danny looked familiar.
"Hey Danny? Just a question, have you ever been to Jungle?"
He glanced at me.
"Maybe."
I nodded, leaving the teen confused.
"There."
Sliding off the bed I looked at the computer screen, my eyes instantly landing on the red lettering.
"This text was sent from a computer. This one."
"Registered to that account name?"
I shook my head, it didn't make since.
"No, no, no, no. That can't be right."
The computer was registered to Beacon Hills Hospital and the account was registered to Melissa McCall, Scott's mother.
After sending Danny home we didn't know what to do.
"Who else would have access to that computer?"
I shrugged, looking between the two.
"Anyone could use the computer as long as she was signed in."
"Where do we start looking?"
I sighed, Derek giving me a look.
"You said you had an idea, what was it?"
"I say we start at the Long Term Care building."
"Why?"
"Just a hunch."
Derek nodded as we stood up, opting for Stiles' Jeep since it was blocking me in. Climbing in the back of the Jeep, I felt a blush rise as Derek helped me into the back by placing his hand on my ass. Getting settled I watched as Stiles drove to the hospital. Sitting in the parking lot I watched as his phone went off, reaching down he quickly answered it.
"Scott?...Yeah, I did, and it looks like the drawing."
Derek reached over and pulled Stiles arm towards him so he could talk into the phone.
"Hey is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."
Reaching forward I grabbed the drawing, quickly realizing what it really was as Derek let Stiles have his phone back.
"I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him…tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks."
Derek looked fully confused for a moment.
"You're not gonna make it."
"I know."
"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either."
"Not till we find out the truth."
After a pause Derek leaned over slightly.
"By the way, one more thing."
"Yeah?"
Derek quickly reached over and slammed Stiles head against the steering wheel.
"Oh, God! What the hell was"
"You know what that was for. Go. Go!"
I rolled my eyes as Stiles got out of the Jeep, as soon as the door was shut I climbed into the front seat, turning a glare on Derek.
"What did I say?"
"He dangled me in front of a teenager!"
I sighed, leaning over to his seat, knowing I had to make good on my threat. Keeping a sweet smile on my face as I reached down and caught the werewolf in a vice grip, causing him to wince and whine at me.
"Hurt my brother again and they're coming off. Got it?"
"Yep."
I smiled and let him go, causing the wolf to sigh in relief, no doubt happy he healed faster than a human. As he finally stopped looking like he was in pain his phone went off.
"What did you say?...Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle…What?"
I raised an eyebrow as Derek realized something.
"Stiles, get out of there right now. It's him! He's the alpha! Get out!"
Cursing we jumped out of the Jeep, running into the hospital we could see a redhead, I figured she was the nurse, wincing when Derek elbowed her in the face, knocking the poor woman out in an instant. Turning I saw my brother and Peter Hale, awake and on his feet.
"That's not nice. She's my nurse."
"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get him out of the way."
I nodded and grabbed Stiles, pulling him away from the fight as the two werewolves squared off. Dodging around a corner we heard growls, snarls, and glass breaking.
"Stiles, go to the Jeep, get ready to go."
"But."
"Now."
He nodded and left while I crouched low, following the noises down a hall to see Peter heal himself so he looked normal again. Cursing I turned and high tailed it out of the hospital, knowing Peter wasn't going to kill Derek, at least not yet.
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