Malia glanced over at her friend in the passenger seat. The color hadn't returned to her cheeks, but she was thankfully no longer crying. She hated when people showed emotions. All it took was one call to Lydia to talk her off her ledge and calm her down. The banshee stayed on the phone with her as they drove to the station to meet up with her and Jackson, repeating a mantra reassurance to Sadie.

"There would be bodies if they were dead. You would feel if Derek was dead. We are going to find where they are. Sadie, say it back."

Sadie didn't think she could say it anymore, but Lydia was one of the few people in her life that could convince her to do anything. "There would be bodies…if they were dead. I would feel if Derek was dead. We are going to find where they are."

She flipped the call off the main screen and opened the Photos as Lydia launched into her turn repeating the mantra. Flipping past dozens of screenshots of recipes and memes she wanted to send to Derek to annoy him, she finally paused on the photo she'd been looking for.

It was a photo she'd taken of her husband and son on their last vacation to San Diego. Standing surf side, Derek had his arm around Eli's shoulders, both of them grinning widely, still dripping wet from the ocean. They'd tried surfing for the first time and it had been comically bad. Sadie had opted to stay on the beach with a book in the shade, but when her guys came out of the water laughing and joking around she knew she needed a photo to remember the moment by.

"Sadie?" Lydia's insistent voice snapped her out of her memory.

Malia glanced away from the road down to the phone in Sadie's lap, "She's looking at shirtless pictures of Derek, she's okay I think."

Sadie looked up at her with a frown, "Thanks Malia."

Malia smiled widely at her, not picking up on the sarcasm. "No problem dude."

Sighing, Sadie swiped out of the Photos app. "I'm okay Lyds. I'm hanging up, we'll see you soon."

Sadie hung up the call to a protesting Lydia and pocketed her phone. She wondered where Scott was, where her Mom was. Had everyone been taken by the Oni? Sadie had dialed her Mom's number followed by Argent's multiple times only to come up only with their voicemails. It wasn't a good sign. Even now she wasn't desperate enough to try Peter's cell phone.

Closing her brown eyes, Sadie tipped her head back against the seat, breathing deeply as tried to relax. Lydia was right. She'd know if Derek was truly dead. Pressing a hand to her chest, she remembered how it had felt when he'd been killed by the Berserker in Mexico. It didn't feel like that right now…almost like he was lost. Close, but not close enough.

The parking lot of the Sheriff's station was full of squad cars, but it was silent. No cops going in or out. Maybe the Oni really had taken everyone. It added to the sense of urgency as Malia and Sadie ran across the lot. Before they could enter the double doors, a black SUV sped into the parking lot, screeching to a halt nearly on the sidewalk the women stood on.

Malia wasted no time, dropping into a crouch with her teeth barred and claws out. Sadie leveled the handgun she'd retrieved from her garage before they'd left at the blacked out passenger seat window, waiting. The window slid down half an inch, "Uh, guys…can you not kill me while I'm trying to save your lives?"

Sadie's arms dropped with relief, putting the gun back in the waistband of her jeans. Stiles exited the driver's side door now that he was confident he was no longer about to be shot. For an FBI agent he was still awfully jumpy. He smiled brightly at the two women, arms outstretched to welcome hugs. In spite of herself, Sadie grinned at the sight of her brother's best friend. Of course he didn't listen to her begging to not come to Beacon Hills. When did Stiles ever run from a fight?

"Ladies, your savior has arrived!"

Malia groaned, dodging his hug to rattle the backseat door handle. "So who'd you bring with you then?"

Sadie accepted the hug warmly, squeezing back tightly as Stiles murmured in her ear, "You okay Sades?" She shook her head no, pulling back to meet his gaze. He nodded quickly in understanding, looking over his shoulder at Malia. She'd finally stopped pulling on the door handle and was trying to smell through the cracks where the door met the frame of the SUV.

"Malia! If you could let me have a grand dramatic reveal for once! Jesus!" he shouted at her, completely exasperated already.

He clicked the key fob in his pocket and Malia nearly ripped the door of the hinges, launching herself at the woman inside. Stiles grimaced as Malia hauled Kira Yukimura out of the backseat into a hug. At least there was one person Malia missed from the old Kitsune's face was blocked by her short a-line bob, but Sadie recognized the sword belt immediately. Sadie turned to Stiles as the two shifters reunited behind them, swatting his chest.

He stumbled back from the impact, "Uh,...ow!"

"I told you not to come, but instead you come AND bring Kira? She has a baby at home!"

Kira had joined the pair by the doors to the Sheriff's station, giving Sadie a serious look before pulling her into a hug. "Just because I'm a mom now doesn't mean I still can't kick ass. You of all people should know that."

Sadie held her hands up in apology, "You're right! I just don't-"

"-want anyone else to get hurt," Stiles interjected. "You can't make that choice for us Sadie. We're all still pack, even if we're not all in Beacon Hills anymore."

It gave Sadie a wave of renewed energy. She explained to the pair of them what had just happened at her house as they entered the Sheriff station. Stiles took the news that his Father had been stabbed and disappeared in a cloud of smoke before Sadie better than she imagined he would, nodding to himself briefly before opening the door for Sadie.

"How'd you know we'd be here?"

Stiles scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably, "I uh,...I have been tracking your phone?"

"Stiles!"

"I sort of track all of your phones?! I didn't know if you'd call with an update and obviously I was on the first plane here. Kira was on her way to town to visit her parents, so we really lucked out on that."

Stiles suddenly came to a dead halt in the bullpen, Sadie smacking into the back of him at his sudden stop. "Stiles, what the-"

"Hey Lydia," he breathed softly, eyes locked on the red-head across the room. Lydia had also frozen like a deer in the headlights, not saying anything. Parrish stood behind the red head and Jackson, who Sadie honestly thought she was hallucinating until he spoke. She still couldn't understand why Lydia kept in touch with him. It had been years since high school and he still was the same slimy Jackson.

Jackson beside her rolled his eyes, "Oooh, yes, how awkward. Ex- fiancé. Can we get back to why you have me standing here in this hell hole?"

That snapped Stiles out of his daze, "Good to see you too Jackson. Glad to know you're always going to be a giant douche."

Offering a sarcastic smile, Jackson flipped him off, sitting down on the edge of a desk.

"What are you doing here? What are both of you doing here?" Lydia asked incredulously, finally finding her voice. Sadie could see her hands trembling nervously. Whatever broke the pair up was obviously still affecting her.

Kira removed her belt, snapping it down into her katana. She set it on the desk before Lydia, "I'm here to finish what my Mother started. For good this time."

Sadie sat opposite Jackson on the desk, looking between the sword, Kira and Stiles. "No pressure, but how?"

Kira pointed at her sword, herself then to a confused Parrish. He pointed back at himself, "Me? What can I do?"

"You're going to incinerate the Nogitsune from the outside, while I channel my foxfire into my katana to incinerate him from within."

Stiles rubbed his hands together to end with a clap. "Sounds easy enough right? We ran it through like a hundred times on the drive here."

Lydia held up a finger in question, "And you think that's enough to kill him?"

Kira nodded, re-disassembling the sword back into her belt, sliding it through her belt loops with practiced ease. The years had given Kira the confidence of her Mother. "If not, I have a Plan B."

"Do we get to know that?" Malia questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kira shook her head. "You'll know it when you see it."

Sadie gulped, twisting her fingers in her lap. Her right hand fidgeted with her wedding band. "So how do we get this show on the road?"

Lydia straightened up, sending one last nervous glance to Stiles before clearing her throat. "We need to figure out how the fires play into this. We need silver for the Oni. We need to find Allison and Scott. Then-"

"-we find this son of a bitch and get back everyone he took. Then kill him. Very violently," Stiles finished. Lydia bit her lip, nodding in agreement.

"Jordan and I will get weapons," Malia volunteered, clamping a hand around Parrish's wrist and dragging him from the station without another word. Lydia looked at the board of evidence surrounding the fires behind her, "Jackson and I will go into the Preserve to figure out the fires."

"I'm going with you," Stiles interjected. Lydia paused, wanting to say something but choosing to tightly clamp her mouth shut.

Jackson groaned, "Oh my god, I cannot be alone with you two moping in the woods."

Sadie looked to Kira, "Looks like we're hunting a hunter and werewolf."

"Sadie," Lydia begged quietly, eyes widening in a look that could best be described as "help me".

Sadie handed Kira the keys to Scott's truck, "I'll meet you out front."

Once tucked behind Sheriff Stilinski's office door, Lydia had tears streaming down her face. "I can't do it Sadie. I can't be around him. I can't be in a car with him!"

Confused, Sadie pulled Lydia to her, shooting a glance over her shoulder at where Stiles and Jackson were clearly arguing in the bullpen. "What happened Lydia? I call Stiles to warn him and he tells me you left him? You didn't tell me any of this!"

"I had a dream, don't give me that look, you know what I'm talking about! It was the same one over and over again, Stiles and I getting into an accident and him dying. I just-" She took a deep breath, blinking quickly to try to stop her tears.

"I would rather break his heart than lose him forever."

Sadie's heart ached for her. Lydia was very rarely wrong when she had these feelings. To leave Stiles in order to protect him must have killed her inside. "Did you tell him any of this? He seemed clueless."

Lydia shook her head. She'd stopped crying and was swiping under her eyes for stray mascara. Sadie thumbed under Lydia's left eye, removing the last trace of tears.

"I think you should tell him. Have Jackson drive, if that idiot even can. Jackson wasn't in the dreams right? So nothing will happen right now."

The banshee sniffed, nodding in agreement. "Thanks Sadie. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

The pair embraced, Sadie closing her eyes tightly. "When this is all over and everyone is safe, we're going to do a better job of being best friends. Both of us. Promise?" She held out a pinkie. Lydia quickly took it with her own, "Promise."