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Kinley arrived back at the motel and just wanted to collapse on her bed from the having to deal with the Argent family. However, it didn't look like that was happening. She opened the front door and saw that Penn was packing and that someone had put an empty suitcase on her bed.
Subtle, Kinley thought.
"What's this?" Kinley asked pointing at the suitcase.
"We're leaving tonight. Didn't you hear? The girl was found." Penn told her and continued folding clothes. She then put a framed picture of her and Greenberg on top and shut the suitcase.
"What!?" Kinley replied. "When, where? Is she okay?"
"I don't know." Penn shrugged. "Dad heard it over the police scanner and then told me to start packing." .
Kinley pulled out her phone and saw she had no missed calls. Why wouldn't someone tell her about this? She dialed Stiles' number.
"Hey," He answered.
"Hey, so they found Lydia!" She told him expecting him to be surprised.
"Yeah, I know. I'm the one who found her." He replied flatly.
"Oh." Kinley responded and wondered why Stiles didn't tell her about Lydia. Normally, she would have been the first person he would call. "Is she okay?" She asked
"Yeah, yeah, she's fine, a little cold but seems stable. My dad and I are at the hospital now. He needs to ask her a few questions, and I happened to be there when she stumbled out of the woods." He replied.
"Wait, so she just came out of the woods? No one found her anywhere. She just appeared out of nowhere?"
"Yup. She appeared naked on the side of the road." Stiles stated.
Well, that seemed utterly weird, Kinley thought. Search parties had been combing that forest for days. How did they not find her if she was not even that deep into the woods?
"Look, I gotta go, my dad's finished questioning Lydia. I'll talk to you later." Stiles said, and he sounded like this phone call was taking up his precious time and then hung up the phone without a goodbye.
"Stiles-" Kinley started but there was no one on the other end.
Okay, that conversation was not normal. Something was definitely up with Stiles. Did she do something? She didn't think she did.
Sam then walked through the motel room door.
"Good you're home. Get packing. We leave at sun up." He told her and then walked to his adjoining room. Kinley followed him. "Don't argue about leaving Kinley." Sam said without even turning around. He knew that she followed him.
"I wasn't going to." She replied and she barely believed herself.
"Good." Sam said. "Where were you by the way? I thought I told you to come straight home after school."
"Sorry, Allison asked me to go to the funeral with her. I couldn't say no." She replied. Sam looked back at her and looked like he was to yell at her, but then just seemed too exhausted to do so. "Gerard was there." Kinley added and he froze. She almost didn't want to tell him, but he had to know who was in town.
"Did he see you?" He asked urgently.
"No, I was invisible. Of course, he saw me." Kinley replied sarcastically. "I kinda introduced myself." Kinley responded and looked away from her uncle because she feared his reaction.
"Oh Kinley. God Dammit!" Sam replied and sat on his bed. Apparently, he was going to yell after all.
"What? He was going to figure it out anyway. I look exactly like mom, and Allison's parents know my name. What's the big deal anyway? If one Argent knows, don't the rest?" She asked.
"Kinley, do you realize who this man is?" He asked harshly.
"When you say it like that, no." She answered and tried to keep her voice light. Hopefully if she remained in control, her uncle would be at to regain his.
"If there is one man I blame for your mother's death, it's that man." He replied and put his head in his hands. All the anger subsided and he seemed empty. There was no emotion in his voice. Kinley watched him for a moment thinking he would raise his head and yell some more, but then she saw a spot appear on the floor, a tear.
She had never seen Sam like this. He was emotionally stripped in front of her. To Kinley, he was always this impenetrable stone wall with not even a crack. No matter how hard you pushed, no matter what you said, he could never break. Now he seemed to have crumbled to pieces in front of her. He was just silent, staring at his shoes.
Penn walked in to see what was going on. Kinley watched Penn as she saw her dad in this state in front of them. Penn walked over and put her hand on her dad's shoulder. She looked at her for an answer to why he was like this.
The only answer Kinley had was herself. It was her fault. Sam had spent his life trying to bury all of this so he could move on. His way of dealing with it was hiding the pain somewhere he didn't have to think about it. At every turn, Kinley trudged it up back to the surface, making him remember and hurting him more.
Kinley looked at Penn with tears burning in her eyes and shook her head. "It's me. I did this." She stated matter-of-factly and moved herself out of the room.
She began packing. Her answers could wait. She would come back here alone when Sam let her. For everything he had done for her, the least she could do is wait until she could look into this on her own. She couldn't bury her sadness like Sam, she needed the answers to move on, but she wasn't going to force him to go through it. She couldn't do that to him.
As she packed, she felt a large hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw Sam.
"Kinley sit down." He told her and led her to the edge of her bed. "This is not your fault. We both just handle this differently. I see that now. You seek answers I never wanted to know. My sister and one of my best friends were taken from me. No matter who or why or how, it doesn't change the fact that they're gone. I've made peace to move on. I didn't want anyone else hurt for the same things anymore. It was no longer worth it. But I understand your need for answers. They are your parents."
"I can find them later. We can go, and I will get the answers I need when I don't need you anymore." She replied.
He laughed and Kinley was surprised by that reaction. This didn't seem like a jolly moment to her.
"Kinley you haven't needed me since you figured out how to use the bus which was about age 8." He told her. "The only actual reason you need me is that the law still requires you to have a guardian."
"That's not true. I need you." She replied.
Sam looked at her skeptically. "Right, you defeated an alpha, and I didn't even know about it until I came back for you in the hospital. You've always been independent and I can't keep you caged like I want to. You know, I still see you as the little girl who wanted to be a figure skater and not the powerhouse you've become."
"So what does this mean?" Kinley asked.
"It means, we're gonna figure out a way for you to say here and continue working on your case." He told her.
"And what about you and Penn." She asked.
"Well, I will see what Penn wants to do and we'll decide from there. But you'll stay here until you decide you want to leave."
Kinley gave her uncle a hug, which was a thing she rarely did. "Thank you." She told him.
He nodded and went back to his side of the room to most likely tell Penn what was going on.
The next morning Kinley went to school and still did not know how she was staying in Beacon Hills. Sam had found a case in Illinois and was leaving in the next few days. Penn was still debating on going with. Penn had always wanted a place to stay and call home, but she wasn't sure any place would feel like home without her dad. They all had a little while to figure things out.
Kinley walked into world history and saw Stiles and Scott. She sat in her usual seat next to Stiles. He didn't look at her.
"Hey." She said to get his attention.
He turned and said a quiet, "Oh, you're here," and turned back to what he was doing, which seemed like doodling in his notebook.
"Yeah, of course I am." She replied.
Stiles just nodded to show that he heard her but didn't look at her. Kinley looked at Scott who just shrugged. Kinley didn't have time to push this. She opened her book and the class begin.
The class started and ended. Kinley had no idea what they talked about because she was so focused on Stiles new distant demeanor towards her. She just kept going over the past few days, trying to think of anything she had done to him. She couldn't think of any, but there had to be something.
The bell rang and Kinley ran after Stiles who left class fairly quickly. She had originally planned to talk to him at lunch when they had more than a passing period, but she couldn't handle him like this. She needed to know now.
She caught up to him and grabbed the back of his red hoodie. "Did I do something?" She asked him.
"Nah." He said casually and turned to walk away.
"Don't lie to me, Stiles." She shouted after him and he turned. "Please just talk to me. I had to have done something." She said with an even voice.
Stiles sighed, dropped his shoulders, and walked back over to her. "I'm not lying. You didn't do anything...well anything you could help." He mumbled the last bit.
"Huh?" She questioned.
"You're leaving, Kinley. Who knows when, but at some point, I'm going to walk through these doors and go into that classroom and you won't be there. I guess I'm just preparing for it." He replied.
"Stiles, I told you that when we first met. You didn't act like this then." She reminded him.
"Yeah well, I guess didn't really believe it then. But then you left the hospital with barely a goodbye, and it hit me. And since we found Lydia last night, I half expected not to see you here at all today."
"Stiles, I would have said goodbye before I left." She told him.
"Would you? Really?" He asked skeptically.
Kinley opened her mouth to answer, but she didn't say anything. Would she have said goodbye? She thought about it. She did just leave the hospital with that small goodbye, and she didn't know if that would be the last time she saw him. She hoped it wasn't the last time, but she didn't think she would have fought her uncle that hard to see Stiles if he made her leave.
"That's what I thought." Stiles said. "Wow, you know I didn't want to believe you when you said you just left places behind but you really do. No town is different from another. Being here is no different from being there. I get it. At least I realized it now before...just before." He said and turned and left.
She tried to say something but no words were coming to her. She wanted to shout after him and say anything that would fix all this, but she couldn't. There was nothing she could say.
She knew he was at least right in his accusation. She had lived her life up to this point exactly the way he described it. Maybe all the changes she thought she went through weren't really there. Maybe they were all in her head because she worked so closely on this case, and she had never done that before. This might not be what real friends felt like. They were just like all the other people she met, innocents who needed her help until the threat was gone.
The bell rang, and she was brought out of her head. Kinley only made it halfway through her next class when she couldn't handle being there anymore. She didn't have anywhere to go so she just left and hid in the girls bathroom. She felt so pathetic for choosing that location, but she kinda was pathetic at this moment, so this cliche decision didn't bother her.
She stood in front of the mirror and wiped the mascara that was smudged under her eyes and tried to re-compose herself. She couldn't skip all her classes. She had a test in Econ, and she needed to take it. She heard the door open. She tried to straighten up so no one would notice her pathetic state and saw it was Lydia who walked in.
"Oh...sorry." Lydia told her. "I didn't mean to interrupt your breakdown."
"No, it's fine, Lydia. How are you?" She asked the girl who returned to school the day after she was found.
"I'm fine. Why?" Lydia responded while touching up her lipstick.
Kinley really had to give it to Lydia. That girl could be in denial about anything.
"Just a question. You know, to the person who was missing for three days."
"Oh that. Yeah, I lost 9 lbs." She replied and smiled at herself in the mirror.
"You look good." Kinley told her and couldn't believe what came out of that girls mouth sometimes.
"Thanks and also thanks, for you know, saving me." She told Kinley.
"I wasn't the one that found you." Kinley replied and was not sure what Lydia was talking about.
"I didn't mean for that. I meant for saving me the night of the dance." She said. "I never got a chance to tell you."
"Oh, it was Jackson that carried you back I just-"
"No, I know, but I also know that Stiles went missing at the same time, and I know how you feel about him, but you stayed with me anyways. So thanks." Kinley still looked at her quizzically. "Just take the damn compliment." Lydia told her.
"Okay." Kinley replied. "And what feelings?" Kinley sputtered. That really wasn't the part of the sentence that Kinley should have focused on.
Lydia just tilted her head and rolled her eyes. "Seriously, the both of you. It's so annoying. He's all upset because he thought you left so easily because you didn't care about him and then you don't even realize that you do have feelings for him. Idiots the two of you." Lydia ranted.
Kinley just stared at Lydia who Kinley now deemed was a crazy person.
Lydia sighed. "Just tell Stiles that you do care and that whatever you did to make him upset was unintentional because of your own stupidity or something like that. He needs to know that whatever feelings you have for him, which you do have, that they're real and you really care for him."
The bell rang and Lydia looked at herself one last time in the mirror, fluffed her hair and then left, leaving Kinley standing there with her mouth open. What just happened, she asked herself.
Kinley walked out of the bathroom a few minutes after Lydia and the halls were empty.
"Ms. Wesson." said a voice behind her. Kinley recognized the voice but couldn't place it for some reason. She slowly turned and saw Gerard Argent standing there. "Come with me please." He told her.
"I have to get to class." She responded.
"Really, because according to my records, you don't really mind missing a few classes, and as the new principal, I want to check-in with students who don't feel they're getting what they need out of school."
Kinley went rigid. He was their new principal. What happened to their old principal? She really didn't think her day could get any worse.
Kinley followed Gerard into the Principal's Office. She saw Jackson was sitting outside his office waiting for something. She wondered what for. She walked in and sat down across from Gerard. She couldn't help staring at the nameplate on his desk. It was there just confirming her worst fear of him being on campus all day. There was no safe place.
"Kinley Wesson," He read. " academically fairly accomplished considering your attendance record. You could use some extra-curriculars though. They really help on those college applications."
"Yeah, I'll think about that. My hobbies are a little refined though. Not many clubs for enthusiasts of ancient weaponry." She replied and tried not to sound nervous or scared.
Gerard chuckled at her poor attempt at a joke. "Now, Kinley, I may be the new principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."
"Is that so?" Kinley said, the resolve coming back in her voice. She even achieved some sarcasm.
"But this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So I am sorry, I am going to have to put in detention after school today. I can't let people think I allow truancy."
"Oh, okay." Kinley said confused. She couldn't believe that he just called her in just for school stuff and not anything else. And then the next words he said made her realize otherwise.
"Glad we could be on such reasonable terms. I think we will get along just fine as long as we all play by the same rules." He told her. He placed a lot of emphasis on his last few words.
"Right." She said back and then he said she could go. She got up and left the room feeling very uncomfortable.
As she walked out, she saw Sheriff Stilinski and another cop standing there with Jackson. She watched Jackson go into the office and then saw Scott and Stiles come down the hallway.
"What are you doing down here?" Scott asked her as he made it to the Principal's door.
"I just got busted for skipping class. I could ask you two the same question though." Kinley replied.
"We got Harris to send us here to listen to Jackson." Scott told her.
"Why do you need to listen to him?" She asked.
"We found that there's a new werewolf among the group, Isaac Lahey. Then to add more bad news on top of bad news, Isaac's dad went missing and the cops hauled Isaac off during practice this morning. Jackson's in there being interviewed now about it because he lives across the street from the Lahey's." Scott explained
Stiles stood there and didn't say a word and just kept ignoring she was there. At least Scott was helping her out.
"Who's Isaac?" She asked Scott.
"He is the quiet one of the Lacrosse team. You know, tall, skinny, blonde hair." Scott described.
Kinley thought back to watching a practice and remembered him. His hair was slightly curly and he was a good enough looking kid but really skittish. Any time someone came at him he went straight down.
"Look, I better get to class. Let me know what Jackson says." She told him and then started to walk to class. Before she did, she grabbed Stiles arm and pulled him to the side. "Can we talk after school?" She asked.
"Maybe. I'll find you." He told her and then walked back over to Scott to wait for their shot to talk to the principal.
"Oh and Scott," Kinley said. "Watch your back. The new principal's Allison's crazy grandfather." She said and then left the two of them behind her.
After school she waited by Stiles' locker as long as she could before having to go to detention. Stile's never showed, and so she was forced to give up and go to the detention classroom. It was Harris' week, and he would make people stay an extra hour if they were late. At least, he would do that to Stiles. She walked to detention feeling very disappointed that Stiles didn't show up. She really hoped he would at least give her a chance, but maybe she just ruined everything and she wouldn't be able to fix it. She entered the classroom and saw one other student sitting there, Stiles.
"Hey, you said you had detention earlier, so I thought I would just meet you here." He told her with a shrug.
She walked over and sat next to him. They were in the chemistry room where there weren't desks, but lab tables. So she took the seat next to Stiles at the same table.
"So you wanted to talk?" He asked her.
"Oh yeah." She replied and then there was a long pause. Kinley wasn't sure how to start the talk or how to make her point. She focused on what Lydia said to her. "I saw Lydia earlier and she said some things, and they kind of made sense. Basically, it's that I'm stupid and my actions reflect that, and I had no idea that by doing what I was doing- which is why I hurt you, which is something I never wanted to do because I do care for you-I really do." Kinley stammered until she finally realized she was making no sense. "And that was not even close to English." Kinley babbled and then put her head in her hands.
"I'm going to have to agree with you on that." Stiles replied.
Kinley took a deep breath. "Look, I am not used to having actual friends let alone anything more, and I don't really know how to handle emotional situations regardless of who they might be with, but especially with you. And when I left the hospital, I didn't know how to say goodbye and I didn't want to, so I did what I always do which is turn everything off and just go. I realize now that wasn't fair to you. I owe you more than that, and you deserved more than that because I do care about you, probably more than I should and..." She trailed off. Stiles didn't say anything. "...and this speech is now making me feel really uncomfortable." She added
"You're not the only one." Mr. Harris chimed in from the front.
Kinley forgot they weren't alone in this room and cringed when she heard the teacher speak. She turned beet red from embarrassment.
"That was almost impossible for you to do wasn't it?" Stiles said and had his usual joking half smile to go with it.
Kinley put her head on the table and talked from there. She couldn't look at him. She was mortified. "Yes, it was and don't gloat. This is really embarrassing." She replied.
"You like me." Stiles told her with a musical sound to his voice like he was very amused by all of this.
She sat back up and looked at him. "I hate you right now." She replied and glared at him.
Stiles laughed. "That's a lie, but I don't care because seeing your face this red is hilarious. You get this little red blotch right on the side-"
"Shut up!" She yelled and hit him in the arm.
"Ow!" He said and rubbed his arm.
They sat there for a while, and Mr. Harris just rolled his eyes at them.
"That's it, both of you out of here before I kill myself." Harris told them and waved them away.
They packed up quickly and left before Harris changed his mind.
"So friends again?" She asked as they walked out to his car.
"For now." He replied and nudged her in the side.
Kinley smiled. He was joking around, and for Stiles, that response was the best one you could get. They walked out to Stiles' Jeep. Stiles leaned against the trunk and Kinley propped herself on the back bumper.
"I am staying here by the way." She told him.
"Seriously?" He asked.
"Yeah, I finally got through to my uncle and he's letting me stay here on my own as long as I find a place to take me in."
A huge smile spread across Stiles' face. He grabbed her and pulled her into a back breaking hug.
"Now don't get too excited yet. I still need to find a place to stay. We can celebrate then. Now we should talk about other matters of the day. What happened with Jackson and Isaac?" She asked.
"Oh right. So, apparently, Isaac's dad was not even in the running for father of year." Stiles said and then explained Isaac's home life. Kinley's eyed widened in shock, but then she understood why Isaac was so skittish. "and Jackson knew about it. Of course, since it didn't concern Jackson, he never said anything." Stiles told her.
"Just when you think he can't become any more of an ass." She commented. "So what? The cops think that Isaac killed his dad for revenge." She asked.
"Maybe. Scott and Derek are checking Isaac's house now. Derek said whatever Jackson told the cops was nothing to compared to what's in the house. And since it's the full moon tonight, Isaac could have done anything."
Kinley had completely forgotten tonight was the full moon. All of the other chaos was taking up the majority of her brain power. Isaac really could have hurt his father and not have even fully meant to. They needed to find him.
"Where is Isaac now?" She asked urgently.
"My dad has him locked up for questioning at the station." Stiles replied casually.
"So Isaac is about to change for the first time in a room full of cops?" Kinley questioned and looked at Stiles until he realized how bad of an idea that was.
"The cell won't be able to hold him, will it?" He said and realized the answer at the same time.
Kinley shook her head no. "We have to get over there now." Kinley told him.
Just then Stiles phone rang. He jumped and then quickly calmed when he realized it was just his phone. He pulled it out of his pocket. "It's Allison," He said and then answered the call. Stiles listened for a moment and a frantic look came over his face. "Wait, what guy?" He asked. There was another pause and then Stiles looked at Kinley and said, "They're sending him to the station for Isaac."
Things had gone from bad to worse and by Stiles expression, they might have become even more worse.
"What was in it?" He asked.
What was in what? Kinley thought. She hated being the one out of the loop.
Stiles waited for a moment, and then moved the phone from his ear and looked at it. Allison had sent a photo. It was a picture of a purple plant.
"Wolfsbane." Stiles and Kinley said at the same time.
Stiles put the phone to ear and listened for a moment, and then told Allison what it was and what it meant. "It means they're going to kill him."
Stiles filled Kinley in on what was happening while they got in the car. The Argents were sending a man dressed as a deputy to sneak in and take care of Isaac with an injection of wolfsbane. They needed to move fast if they wanted save Isaac. Allison said that she would stall them as best she could to give them a head start.
On the way, Stiles called Scott to see if he had any ideas about getting Isaac out of the station safely. Scott however was not in the best place. All day Scott said he felt fine and said that the full moon wasn't affecting him. However, that was no longer true. So Scott could not be the one to help them get Isaac. Instead, Scott sent Derek. Stiles was obviously not thrilled with this idea. Allison was then heading over to help Scott stay in control.
Halfway to the station, Allison called Stiles. "Hey, did you slow them down?" He asked. She answered and Stiles nodded yes to Kinley to let her know that they got an extra bit of time. "All right, well, uh, we're heading to the station now...Scott's at Isaac's...Yeah, Scott has a plan but it's not a very good one and unfortunately we don't have time to come up with anything better."
Stiles hung up the phone and pushed his foot on the gas. They pulled in front of the station and saw Derek there waiting. Derek hopped in the car to talk about their plan.
"Okay, the keys to every cell are in a password protected lock box in my father's office." Stiles told Derek. "The problem is getting passed the front desk."
"I'll distract her." Derek suggested to Stiles and then went to get out of the car like the plan was done, but Stiles grabbed his arm.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you?" Stiles questioned. "You're not going in there."
Derek stared at Stiles' hand on his shoulder and then looked back up at Stiles with his eyebrows raised.
"I'm taking my hand off." Stiles said and put his hand in the air.
Kinley suppressed a laugh.
"I was exonerated." Derek replied.
"You're still a person of interest." Stiles argued.
"An innocent person." Derek argued back.
Stiles laughed. "You? Yeah, right!" Derek just stared at Stiles again with his usual scowling face. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?" Stiles gave in.
"To distract her." Derek said again but slowly this time to make sure Stiles understood him.
"How? By punching her in the face?" Stiles asked and then did a very pathetic growl noise.
Derek laughed a single syllable with as much sarcasm as he could and replied condescendingly, "heh, by talking to her."
"Give me a sample." Stiles insisted. "What are you gonna open with."
Kinley closed her eyes and shook her head. These two were impossible to work with.
Derek pretended to think for a moment, and then looked back at Stiles and he said nothing. He just looked at Stiles with his very attractive face. Yeah, that would do it, Kinley thought.
Stiles sighed. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully." Stiles said sarcastically. "Any other ideas."
"I'm thinking about punching you." Derek replied and clenched his fist.
Stiles moved further away from Derek and closer to the driver's side window.
"And that's enough." Kinley chimed in. "Trust me, Derek will do just fine by walking in there and being…" Kinley looked him up and down, thinking of how to say the rest of her sentence. "...himself...well not exactly himself." She said.
"Seriously?" Stiles asked Kinley.
"I mean look at him." Kinley replied and gestured to Derek's body. She had to admit the tall dark and handsome cliche described him perfectly. He even had that bad boy 5 o'clock shadow look going for him too. He wasn't exactly her type, but he was most girls and she had to admit, it would be hard to turn him down.
Derek let a grin spread across his face in an 'I told you so' kind of way and Stiles glared at Derek.
"Fine." Stiles groaned.
"Okay now that we have settle that, children, you two ready?" She asked and looked back and forth at the two of them.
Derek didn't answer and just got out of the car and headed in. Kinley and Stiles followed and then waited just outside the door to watch Derek distract the guard. Derek sauntered over to the desk and put his arm on the counter. The deputy walked out. She was a pretty, petite, dark skinned girl. The moment she saw Derek, she did a double take. Stiles sighed and shook his head like he didn't believe this was actually working. Once the guard was enamored with Derek, the two of them walked in.
Stiles walked out first and kept looking around to look nonchalant, and ended up spinning himself in a complete circle as he crossed into the back half of the station. Kinley grabbed his shoulders and just pushed him straight. They slowly moved through the semi-lit hallways to Stiles' Dad's office.
The door to the office was unlocked. Stiles opened the door and went in. The room was dark and Kinley could barely see. The only light was from lamp posts outside streaming in through the window. Stiles didn't seem to be having any issues with the darkness. He weaved through his dad's messy office with no problems. She just followed him for fear of tripping over something or knocking something over. When they reached the back wall, they found the small lock box on the right side. Stiles put the digits in and opened it. However when he opened the box, there was nothing there.
"Oh no!" Stiles whispered and then the two ran out and headed toward the cells. As they rounded a corner, they ran right into a deputy.
"Uh, just looking, um..." Stiles started and then he notice the Deputy's leg.
Kinley looked down at what Stiles saw. The man was bleeding from the leg like he had been shot by one of Allison's arrows.
"Oh shii..." Stiles began, but Kinley grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the disguised Argent hunter.
However, she was not quick enough. The hunter got Stiles by the back of his shirt, pulled Stiles against him and covered Stiles' mouth. Kinley went to knock Stiles out of the way and start a fight between her and the Argent, but the Argent shoved her aside and she fell, smacking her head against the wall before she hit the ground. She became slightly dizzy from the impact. She looked up and saw the Argent began to drag Stiles across the floor and toward the cells. Stiles struggled to get away, but the Argent had too good a grip. Kinley scrambled to her feet to catch up with them.
Then Stliles was pulled around the corner out of sight and Kinley ran to follow him. As she turned the corner to find Stiles, she notice she was in the hallway that led her toward the cells. She saw Stiles a few feet ahead of her. He reached up and hit the fire alarm. She always knew he was smart. As she caught up with them, she also noticed that the Argent was holding a syringe up to Stiles neck. It must be full of wolfsbane, Kinley thought. Hunters used those syringes to incapacitate werewolves they didn't want to kill. Her uncle had used them before.
The Argent next dragged Stiles into a room on the right side of the hallway. That room held the lock-up cells. The moment they all reached the cells, they froze. The Argent even accidentally dropped Stiles. Stiles quickly moved away from the Argent and to Kinley's side. He then turned to see what Kinley and the Argent were staring at. The cell door, that most likely was holding Isaac, was pried off. It was bent and only one hinge was holding it up. Isaac had already escaped.
Kinley turned to look for Isaac, but he then appeared in front of her, knocking the Argent off his feet and onto a nearby metal desk. Kinley watch the two struggle. Isaac lifted the Argent off the desk and threw him into the wall opposite of the desk. Stiles grabbed her and pulled her behind the desk. Kinley could see the Argent trying to put the syringe into Isaac's neck but failing. Isaac got a hold of the man's head and slammed it into the wall. The Argent was knocked out.
Isaac then turned to face her and Stiles. They moved back and hit a wall. They then heard glass shatter and a loud, intimating roar. Isaac whimpered and cowered against the wall near the knocked out Argent. Kinley looked over toward the door where they entered and saw Derek standing there as an alpha. His foot was over the crushed glass, which must have been the wolfsbane syringe and was growling in a low tone at Isaac to keep him against the wall.
"How did you do that?" Kinley asked and slowly got off the floor.
"I'm the alpha." He replied with a smirk.
Stiles and Kinley then got themselves off the floor and over to Derek. They told Derek to get himself and Isaac out of here. They would think of something to tell Stiles' dad who was obviously on his way because of the fire alarm.
Stiles and Kinley only waited minutes in holding room for the sheriff to arrive. It was just enough time to clean up the syringe and the room a bit before the sheriff walked in and saw the two of them standing there. Stiles looked at his dad, then the door, then his dad again, then the unconscious man on the floor, and then his dad one last time.
"Uh...he did it." Stiles told the sheriff and pointed to the unconscious man on the floor.
Stiles' dad rolled his eyes and put his hand to his forehead. Kinley could definitely understand this man's frustration right now. The sheriff grabbed the two of them and threw them out of the station.
"I don't know what happened and I don't want to hear anything. Get out of here now before someone presses charges." The sheriff told them and pushed them out the front doors.
Stiles and Kinley broke out laughing, the moment the sheriff was gone.
"He did it?" She asked Stiles through the laughter.
"It was all I had, okay?" He replied and was also still laughing.
Kinley just shook her head, and they walked back to his jeep.