AN: Hi! Yes I'm back, hope you're all still with me! I want to apologize because this chapter was supposed to go up last week but my internet connection is still spotty since Typhoon Rai got us and I didn't check that the chapter really went up. So sorry again you guys.

Typhoon Rai was really scary for us here, especially after Haiyan in 2013, luckily my family and I were lucky enough not to be hit too bad. Only our electricity and internet connection was really affected. But not everyone was as lucky, please pray for all who were affected by the typhoon.

To make up for my absence, I have finally created that twitter account I talked about ages ago, the link is on my profile. I also attached a link to an old writing relay exercise I did with my good friend. Hope you guys like it and bonus points for anyone who can guess which scenes were my contribution.

About an hour before the game was set to start, Coach Finstock called in the entire team to the field for some last minute warm-up/team meeting. They'd just go through some basic warm-up drills, nothing too strenuous since he didn't want to risk someone screwing up and ending up like Stilinski. The only one exempt from the warm-up was Stilinski who, according to the Sheriff, was sleeping off some pain killers. Still wanting to get Stilinski to watch the game tonight, Coach let him go with a promise to be at the field come game time.

The team all lined up in front of the Coach. Some stretching, jumping, and just generally psyching themselves out for the game. None of them may be as obsessed with lacrosse as Coach, but absolutely none of them wanted to lose this game. The first game of the season.

"Alright." He said, voice booming across the field. "Jackson's shoulder is busted and Stilinski is out for the game. Is there anyone else who, within the last few hours managed to somehow break their neck? Stub their toe?"

No one said a word, but Coach didn't let up on the intensity of his glare. He looked each one in the eye, whoever blinked was lying. When he got to Greenberg, the boy loudly proclaimed he was fit, healthy, and ready to play some lacrosse, Coach lost his composure a bit. Of all the boys who could have sat out the game…

Coach moved ahead and for some reason, Scott kept avoiding his eyes. Coach, being Coach, wouldn't let that go and deliberately walked up to Scott's face and followed his head every time he tried to look away.

"McCall!" He yelled and the boy in question finally met his gaze, "Tell me you're not broken, bruised or cut in any way."

Scott winced and looked away again.

"Oh for… what did you do?"

"It was an accident, Coach."

Coach looked apoplectic, if it weren't for the cold frigid air, he might have actually gone red as a beet. "Seriously? Suicide runs for you til the end of time. Now, show me."

While Scott lifted his shirt, Coach signaled for the medic to come over. Considering the boy was about to show his abdomen, Coach guessed that there was a bruise there from one teenage shenanigans or other.

Except, when Scott lifted his shirt, he couldn't see anything wrong. No bruising or cuts, not even some minor redness.

"Well?"

Scott, stunned, started running his hands across his abdomen.

"McCall, if this is just an excuse for you to fondle yourself, you go ahead back to the locker room."

"No! No, I…" Scott stammered, "I guess I wasn't hit as hard as I thought?"

Dismissing the boy, now that he knew he wasn't injured or dying, he carried on inspecting the rest of the team. Thankfully, everyone else was fine so he sent them all loose on the field to work on their passes and footwork.

As he watched the team on the field, Coach thought they still looked good despite everything. Sure, Jackson's throws weren't as fast or powerful as they usually were, and the team seemed to be playing extra carefully, but Jackson's aim was still perfect, Danny was still the best goalie in the state, and thanks to McCall stepping up, he wouldn't even have to consider putting Greenberg on the field.

Speaking of McCall, the boy was currently listening to Danny run him through some footwork specific to goalies. From the looks of things, he wasn't doing too bad, he seemed able to keep up with Danny and he's certainly not reaching for his inhaler.

That was good.

McCall being a decent goalie was really, really good news if he was going to be the goalie for tonight's game like Jackson and Danny suggested. He's still not sure about it to be honest, sure McCall showed promise but has absolutely zero experience. He's not a superstitious man, but when it comes to sports, he'd throw a bucket of salt over his shoulder and chew on a rabbitfoot just to be sure. And if McCall played goalie tonight and lost their first game of the season, he was sure that wouldn't bode well for the team's luck the rest of the season.

Then the boy tripped on his feet.

"Danny!" He called and waited for Danny to jog up to him.

"That's it. You're on goal tonight."

Danny protested, "What? I thought you were okay with Scott playing?"

"Yeah, that was before I saw him trip over air like a newborn puppy or worse."

"Come on, Coach, just give him a chance. You put him on first line for a reason, right?"

Coach looked back at McCall and the boy got his feet back under him and was working through the footwork Danny was teaching him earlier. That was when Jackson stalked over to him and started correcting his stance, once he was seemingly satisfied, Jackson called over three other boys and instructed them to stand in a semicircle around the goal.

Coach and Danny watched in fascination as the boys took turns shooting a ball into the goal from different angles. Coach couldn't help the quirk of admiration on his lips at what Jackson was doing.

"Why does Jackson suddenly want McCall on the field anyway?" He asked Danny.

Danny shrugged, "I'm not sure Coach, but I do know that Jackson loves lacrosse more than anything. He'd never suggest putting Scott in goal if he thought he would cost us the game."

That was true. One of the few things Coach noticed about Jackson was how dedicated he was to the game. Practicing by himself early in the morning before classes, during his free period, then again after classes. He kept at it so much that no one was surprised when he became the first freshman to be made Captain in BHHS. And Coach knew for a fact that several College coaches have already shown interest in Jackson, to the delight of the school and his parents.

"You're really sure this isn't going to come back and bite me in the…"

"No, Coach, he's fine." Danny assured him, "Get a few more games in him and he'll be a pretty decent goalie."

Coach turned his gaze back on their reserve goalie, he seemed to be holding his own well enough. He didn't have Danny's natural skill to guard the goal but he could see him improving over the next few games. He still had his reservations of course, just because he showed promise didn't mean he would be ready for his first game in less than an hour. He would have preferred keeping him on ice until he gained more experience but Jackson and Danny convinced him it would be best to put McCall in goal.

This better work out or I'm making everyone do suicide runs til they graduate.

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Green.

Green lifeless eyes.

He shook his head to clear the green eyes away but it wouldn't work. Reading, talking with his fellow deputies, even a brief round of pumping the five-pound dumbbells in his bottom drawer didn't do anything to chase the nightmarish image away. It seemed that nothing could.

Nothing, except maybe getting her justice and making sure her murderer stayed behind bars where he belonged.

So that's what he did. He asked Sheriff Stilinski to let him see this case to the end, and put in his first overtime. He read the little information they had on Derek Hale's life in New York hoping to find something that will support his cause to keep that man in jail.

The problem was, what they have on him was very little. There was barely any picture of him or his older sister, Laura, and all they had of him was a driver's license (which was already on him), a letter of proof saying Derek Hale was homeschooled by his sister in Brooklyn for the rest of his high school career, and some records of him working odd jobs with various construction sites. Almost as if the Hales went out of their way to keep a low profile, something that, if the James Patterson books in his apartment were to be believed, was very suspicious.

On the one hand, he supposed, the siblings' shift to being recluses could have been because of the tragedy that befell their family. Colin read up on that fire as well and, yeah, it was horrible. He could understand how that might convince the last surviving Hales to keep away from other people. Still, it didn't seem quite right. He felt like he was missing something, what could have turned Derek Hale from high school sports star to recluse to cold blooded killer?

He knew that after the interrogation, Sheriff Stilinski was pretty much convinced of Hale's innocence. But Colin wasn't.

An email alert popped up on his computer screen and distracted him.

JeffRollins78: Deputy, the autopsy report is ready for you.

JeffRollins78: You might want to come down here to get it.

OoOoO

*"Que?! No! Pepi es el padre?"

Angry cursing in Spanish and crying assaulted Colin when he stepped inside the morgue. He frowned, not knowing what he was about to walk into. Then he stepped further into the morgue and sees Dr. Rollins sitting on an empty autopsy table and screaming at the radio.

Cautiously, he approached the doctor, "Uhh, Doc?"

**"De dónde vino siquiera?"

"Doc!"

This time, the doctor heard him and turned down the volume on radio.

"Ahh Matthers!" He beamed, "You're right on time 'Vida Bajo Tierra' just dropped a huge bomb on us. Turns out, Pepe's twin brother Pepi is Guadalupe's baby's daddy. Now there's a whole can of worms that just got opened because Guadalupe…"

"That's great doc, but I thought you said Jane Doe's autopsy report was ready?"

"Straight to business! I like it." Rollins clapped his hands and jumped off the autopsy table. He picked up a cream folder beside him and handed it to Colin.

"First thing though, Matthers, Jane Doe is no longer Jane Doe. Nope, her prints came back to one Laura Hale."

"Hale?" Colin breathed, "So he was telling the truth."

At least about the victim's identity. In his opinion, the victim being Derek Hale's sister only served to add to his motives. After all, most killers target those in their circle rather than a complete stranger, and there was certainly no one closer to Derek Hale than his last surviving sister.

"Thanks for this Doc," He said, holding the folder to his chest. "I'll get this to the Sheriff right now, make sure Hale never gets out of jail."

Buoyed by his excitement and the possibility of getting justice for Jane – Laura Hale, he quickly made for the door. This was it. He'd run this to the Sheriff and get everything squared away before the game even started. The case would be closed, Derek Hale will stay in jail for 25 to life, and Laura Hale will stop tormenting him every second.

"Hold your horses there Deputy!"

His grand plans came to a screeching halt when Dr. Rollins called him.

"What? Is there anything else doc?" He said, trying not to let his frustration show. "I need to get this to Sheriff Stiliski ASAP, his son is playing tonight and…"

"You might wanna check the cause of death before you tell the Sheriff what a big, scary murderer Derek Hale is."

Confused, Colin opened the folder in his hand. It wasn't hard to find what Dr. Rollins was pointing at, believing it however, was a different matter.

Cause of Death: Animal Attack

"Animal attack? Doc, are you sure about this? Maybe you rushed it, maybe another look will help."

It had to. Because he saw the body. Saw the terror on her face and there was no way her death was just a simple animal attack. There was no way no one was to blame for what happened to her.

He tried to return the folder but Dr. Rollins wouldn't take it.

"Look, I know you're new here and all but believe me, behind this very pretty face is an even prettier brain. I double, triple, even quadrupled checked the body and I'm telling you, it was an animal attack."

Dr. Rollins moved around Colin and to the mortuary cabinets behind him. One advantage of living in a town with practically zero major crimes, meant that Rollins easily found the cabinet where Laura Hale's remains were resting. He opened it and called Colin to come over. Despite being hesitant and frankly a bit terrified to look into those green eyes again, Colin put on his big boy pants and followed Rollins.

The blanket was pulled back and Colin fought the urge to look away. No time to be squeamish.

"Look at her." Rollins said, "Perfect hair. Perfect heart. Perfect lungs. No poisons or medications in her body. No underlying medical conditions. I tell you, if it weren't for the whole being cut in half thing, I'd say she was the picture of perfect health and liable to start running any minute now."

"But that doesn't mean that…"

"It's an animal attack? Of course it does."

Rollins covered Laura back up with the blanket and tucked her back into the cabinet.

"Like I told the Sheriff, she was ripped apart. The cut on her waist is not clean which is what it would be if a tool or saw was used. Other than that, there are no bruises or ligature marks indicating that she was restrained. So, unless Derek Hale has super human strength, I'm saying only an animal could have done this."

Could that be it? Just one of Beacon Hills' endless string of animal attacks? Colin supposed it made sense, and it was certainly preferable news to share with the public than a psycho killer on the loose. He could come to the Sheriff with this, and Mayor Ratliff will definitely be happy but…

It didn't seem right! Because he looked into Derek Hale's eyes and what he saw chilled him to bone. He couldn't explain it but… something about that man's eyes told him that he was a killer. That an innocent human being has died by his hands.

That was why he couldn't accept Derek Hale's testimony and Dr. Rollins' autopsy report. Even if Derek Hale didn't kill this girl, who's to say he didn't kill others? Who's to say the death of his family all those years ago didn't screw up his psyche and caused him to snap and kill people at random?

He just needed some more time. More time to keep Derek Hale behind bars while he gathered more info on him and determined if he was dangerous or not. He'd fly to Brooklyn and talk to Brooklyn PD if he had to. He just had to convince Sheriff Stilinski that until they had all the facts, they could not let Derek Hale out of jail.

How though? He was still a rookie, his opinion didn't carry all that much weight and he knew he had to have more than his gut instinct to convince the Sheriff of this plan.

Colin looked at the folder again, he knew as soon as he handed this to Sheriff Stilinski, Derek Hale would be released immediately because Mayor Ratliff wanted any whisper of a killer to disappear before it could reach the public.

Today was a Saturday. If he forgot to bring the autopsy report back to the station, it might just buy him more time to figure something out.

"Don't do it."

Colin's head snapped up to see Rollins looking serious for the first time.

"What are you talking about?"

Rollins sighed, "I know that look."

"What look?"

"That look. The one on your face that I've seen on way too many of the officers back home. The one that says you're willing to do whatever it takes to secure a conviction, no matter what lines you have to cross."

Colin tensed, "What I want doctor, is to make sure a murderer isn't let out of jail to cause more harm."

Rollins stared at him for a moment too long and Colin was beginning to get uncomfortable.

Then he laughed. "Do you have any idea how many people I've heard say that? That whole, 'whatever it takes' 'for the greater good' spiel is one slippery slope and often starts with something small like filing the wrong paperwork or misspelling something on the warrant. Then you get used to it, and soon enough you're tampering with evidence, harassing and maybe even bullying suspects. Why do you think I chose to move all the way out here in Beacon Hills?"

Colin gulped, of course he knew dirty cops existed. He's seen them on the news and read about them, but that wasn't what he was doing. He was trying to keep a murderer from getting out of prison. That's all.

"Then prove it." Rollins said and Colin realized he was talking out loud. "If you're so sure Derek Hale is guilty, then prove it. But don't do it by lying or cheating the system. Remember that Hale cannot be charged with the same crime twice."

With those parting words, Rollins grabbed his radio and walked back to his little office where he continued listening to his telenovela. Colin stayed where he was considering what he would do next. Either way was a gamble and he wouldn't be the only one to pay the price.

He shut his eyes, there was only one thing to do.

Spanish translation:

*What?! No! Pepi is the father?

**Where did he even come from?

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AN:

First off, the Spanish translations here are taken purely from Google Translate.

Second, on a scale of 1 to 10, how superstitious are you guys? I've always been mildly superstitious I think. The basic don't walk under a ladder, careful what you wish for, things. But while I was studying for my exam, I gotta say, I became a lot more superstitious. I did all the good luck for exams that I could.

Third, what do you guys think Colin will do?

Fourth, any thoughts on Scott's "injury"?