Diana stayed that way until she heard the boy s loudly making their way towards her. Stiles' arms flailing as he nearly over balanced.

"Ten four A! There's been a ten four A." He called to the girl sat incredibly confused in the passenger of his jeep.

"A what?" She asked pushing her red hair back from her face.

"A dead body was attacked." Scott clarified opening the door beside her. Diana's eyes widened,

"Lydia?"

"We're gonna go find out." Stiles said pulling his lanky frame inside the car. Diana quickly scrambled into the back so Scott could reclaim his seat and together the three pulled off onto the deserted road to try once again to find their friend.

By the time that they pulled up and hid the Jeep it was dark. The trio advancing the rest of the way on foot.

They reached the embankment by the road keeping close to the ground to not be seen finally laying on the inclined ground looking at the scene.

"Is she there?" Diana hissed to Scott.

"What the hell's Lydia doin'?" Stiles asked, Diana thought primarily to himself.

"I don't know." Scott answered mystified. Diana could see the scene fully then, the body and ambulance splattered with blood on the inside.

"It looks like biology met a Jackson Pollock painting." She said disgusted. Stiles shot her a confused look. She shrugged in return; it was the only thing she could compare it to.

"What kept you from doing that? Was it Alison?" Stiles asked Scott softly. Diana was struck with the sudden unprepared feeling that one gets right before a test that they hadn't done anything for.

I really need to look into other creatures. She thought to herself.

"God, I hope so." Scott said not able to tear his eyes away from the ambulance.

"Do you need to get closer?" Diana asked, "Or can you smell her?" Scott smelt the air,

"No I got it." He said looking to the worried pair. Diana wished then that she too could have the enhanced senses of a wolf but thought better of it; she couldn't deal with the emotional pull that the full moon seemed to bring. It was bad enough being a girl.

Stiles caught Scott's shoulder in a tight grip stopping the boy from moving away,

"Just," He began, "I just need you to find her. We both do." He said emotionally, Scott looked into his whiskey coloured eyes so filled with sentiment, "Please just, just find her."

"I will." Scott promised. Diana was thankful in that moment for the dark haired Were finding Lydia would have been near impossible with the embargo on magic.

The boy moved away then leaving the human couple in the sight of the calamity.

Stiles let his head rest against Diana's cardigan covered shoulder,

"If Scott doesn't find her tonight I'm going to break the embargo. I'll not let her die out here." Diana told Stiles. He snapped his gaze to her then.

"Really?" He asked shocked. "What about that; put the coven first thing?"

"I won't let the girl who helped me through my parents deaths die Stiles." She said sharply, then her gaze softened looking to the boy at her shoulder, "And she is my friend, besides, you're like totally in love with her." She mocked in a stereotypical teenage girl voice. It got him to smile a little.

They stayed like that for a little while, just watching the police waiting for Scott to return. That was until Stiles got the great idea to try and get as close as he could.

"Stiles." Diana hissed gripping the back of the boy's shirt as he tried his best to commando crawl closer to the action. Scott was clearly taking too long for the energetic young man. Diana froze she could see what was about to happen and like a car crash in motion she couldn't look away.

Blinding light suddenly shone in their eyes. The Sherriff was stood before them with an exceedingly bright torch in hand.

"Diana?" He announced shaking his head. "He drag you in to this too?" Diana pulled herself to her feet with as much grace as she could muster, she duster herself off and squared her shoulders.

"I want to find Lydia as much as he does Sir, he didn't need to drag me into anything." She said with a confidence that facing down the authority figure in that moment she really did not possess.

He sighed, then he reached over and grasped his sons shoulder steering him back to the group of police officials surrounding the ambulance.

Diana followed knowing that she was probably going to get into trouble with her Aunt and Uncle before the night was over. She stood a little way off from the ambulance really not liking the aura of death that she could feel coming off it in waves; instead she tried to focus on picking the micro leaves off of her long black cardigan. She had gotten changed as soon as she had gotten in from school, her black beat up converses so much more comfortable to wear than her heeled boots, no matter how much better they looked. She had thrown on her boyfriend jeans that she was trying to justify putting in the wash and a slightly wax stained cotton top. She had definitely not imagined that she would be running out of the house that night.

"Lydia?" Diana's attention snapped to Stiles where he stood with his father looking past both him and her. She quickly followed his gaze. Her best friend stood lost and not all there only a few meters away.

"Lydia." Stiles tried again. Diana relaxed her posture like she would around a scared animal.

"Lydia?" She said debating whether approaching would make her run off again.

"LYDIA!" Stiles shouted. That seemed to snap her out of whatever she was under, her eyes instantly meeting Diana's.

"Di?" She whispered, Diana nodded holding out her hand.

"Well," Lydia said loudly, "Isn't anyone going to get me a coat?!" Diana withdrew her hand, her mind racing.

She sprinted back to the ambulance, using her upmost will to not look at the blood, and withdrew the large blanket that was always kept in the compartment by the door.

Diana hurried back to her freezing friend unfurling the large woollen item. Stiles pulled at his father's coat in shock finally falling to the floor.

"You gave us quite the scare there chick." Diana softly admonished as she encased Lydia in the blanket rubbing her back and arms the best she could.

"Diana." Lydia's teeth chattered too much for any other conversation.

"No, you're right. It's always good to keep people on their toes." She nodded sagely like Lydia had just imparted one of the most erudite piece of advice she had ever heard.

The paramedics scooped her up then bundling her into one of the squad cars with the heater on full blast.

Lydia's hand shot out last second and grabbed Diana dragging the girl along with her. It was how Diana ended up in the back of the police car holding her best friend close to her.

"You know, this is the," Diana thought for a second, "Third time that I have been in the back of a police car." Lydia didn't respond but Diana thought that giving her something normal to think about was good, would take her mind off of whatever it was on.

"My last time was the time a deputy picked me up for drinking with some of the Lacrosse team. But you already knew that. My second time however, you don't know about." Diana rubbed Lydia's arm soothingly.

"I had been in this country for about three months and decided that was enough. I made it all the way to the interstate by the time they found me. A twelve year old child walking along the motorway, well it rings bells. Especially at night." Diana chuckled slightly, "Looking back on it now I cannot believe how lucky I was."

"How long were you gone?" Lydia asked quietly. Diana smiled.

"About a day, I think the actual figure is something like twenty hours." Diana shrugged.

Lydia laughed softly. Diana smiled again and picked a leaf from Lydia's wild hair.

The police took them back to the hospital to Lydia's waiting Mother and Father whom Diana handed Lydia over to happily. Their looks of relief making her feel a whole in her life more keenly.

She turned to leave only to startle. Face to face with an annoyed Heather Preston was not something that Diana had on her bucket list and it was something she was not going to add in a hurry.

To her great surprise however Heather scooped her up in such a maternal feeling hug that Diana fell into her arms and began to softly cry,

"You never do that again." Heather croaked, she too was crying. "You are so grounded." Diana laughed,

"I thought I might be. But hey, automatic A in Econ." She laughed wetly. Heather laughed too pulling away from her niece to cradle her face wiping tears from the freckled cheeks.

"Diana." Lydia's mother called from behind the young girl. She looked round at the older well-dressed woman.

"Yeah." Diana could see the nurses guiding Lydia to an exam room; she was in for a long night of tests Diana was sure of it.

"Thank you." Mrs Martin said heavily. "For everything." Diana nodded quickly with a sniff. She knew that the other woman didn't just mean for tonight, no, she meant for finding her the first time and for staying in the hospital to help.

She watched the red hair of Lydia's mother walk round the corner after her only child.

"I need to learn healing spells, like a lot of them and EMT stuff. Things that could help if things like this happen again, because I have a very strong feeling that they might. So do the cards." Diana blurted to her Aunt who still had a loose hold on her.

Heather nodded grimly.

"I thought you might. I'll find the right books and get you them." Diana opened her mouth to protest, "But not tonight." Heather held up her hand silencing her ward.

"No, tonight I need a glass of wine and a break." Heather confirmed steering Diana out into the parking lot towards their car.

You ok? Is Lydia? Stiles voice pestered in her head.

Both fine. I'm grounded but it's not too bad. Lydia is with her parents and the doctor's looking her over now. Diana answered tiredly. The events of the past day catching up to her, overcome with exhaustion she rested her head back against the headrest of the passenger seat in her Aunt's Lexus.

Then she remembered the events of the day.

"Gerard Argent is in town." Diana said quietly.

"What?!" Heather screeched nearly driving off of the road. Diana's hands shot out grabbing the door and her seat surprised at the sudden movement.

"I saw him at Alison's Aunts funeral." Diana said carefully. Heather calmed herself.

"Did he see you?" She demanded. "Are you certain it was him?" Diana nodded but that wasn't enough.

"Did he see you?!" Heather demanded loudly.

"No." Diana blurted back.

"You sure?" Heather demanded her voice dripping with worry.

"I'm sure. As soon as I could see it was him I ran." Diana looked at the panicked face of her Aunt.

"Get my phone from my handbag and get up the group chat, now." She directed forcefully, Diana fumbled in her footwell pulling out the bright pink iPhone from the dark leather hand bag.

"Type what I tell you. Exactly what I tell you." Heather commanded not expecting an answer.

[To Book Club, from Heather]

[Argent Sr is in town. Total lockdown advised. Emergency meeting tonight. Wine provided.]

Was the final message. It was brief, but it said all it needed to. Anything else would be discussed later that night.

Diana pressed send and within minutes all the twenty strong Coven had seen it but not responded.

"You're coming to this one tonight Diana. You need to tell us that you saw him. All that you saw."

Heather said, in that moment she wasn't Diana's Aunt, she was her Uncle's wife, leader of the coven, mother of many.

Diana nodded dumbly. She was very rarely allowed to a coven meeting, the members had to be over eighteen usually. There were a few exceptions, orphans and the like who needed the guidance but primarily the upbringing and teaching of a young Witch was done by the Mother or in Diana's case the Aunt.

She had met the members before, one of the nurses on the night staff at the hospital was one of them, so was the owner of the local independent diner, they were members of everyday society too but tonight they would be worried women all gathered together to hear Diana speak foreboding news about the man who killed her parents.