Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Forty-Three

The woman took a seat on the sofa bringing her legs up and resting her feet on the coffee table. Peter pulled a face at that as it felt like a blatant disrespect to his family even though it was Derek's loft and so he wasn't really bothered about the hygiene aspect of it. It only proved to him that his power was continuously fleeting. Derek was sat beside his uncle whilst Braeden was watching them bored.

"The table's Italian," Peter said.

"So are these boots," Braeden shrugged, and Derek smiled looking down to hide his amusement. "Are we going to talk interior design and fashion, or are we going to talk numbers?"

She wrote down a number on a post-it before sliding it across the table. Peter looked at it before scoffing and changing the number pushing it back to her, "we're hiring you to find Kate, not assassinate the president."

"I was hired by the Calaveras to find Kate. You're hiring me to find her first," Braeden countered pushing the paper back to her, "going against the Calaveras is what's going to cost you."

"We'll pay. Just find Kate. That's all we want," Derek cut in, and Braeden looked at him before giving a gentle nod.

"Pleasure doing business," she mused pushing herself to her feet before she left.

Derek got up and headed towards the table by the window and Peter quickly followed after.

"Are you insane?"

"We don't have a choice. We spent a week looking for her, and came up with nothing."

"If we don't find out who told Kate about the vault, we don't get those bonds back. What do you think I'm gonna do then, huh? Get a job? My resume is slightly out of date! We got robbed, Derek. Robbed!" Peter's words had annoyed Derek too much and he turned around his eyes yellow as he roared and Peter froze as they saw it.

"Oh... that's a new look for you. What happened to your eyes?" Peter asked.

"I don't know... But I'm willing to pay to find out."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, both of them turned to look at Margo who was walking down the stairs rather strangely as her focus was on a letter instead of the actual stairs but she still didn't want to fell down them. She'd decided to find out what the chaos was about but a few words on the letter had caught her attention.

She was wearing a pair of three-quarter high-waisted blue jeans that were slightly loose and a white t-shirt. Since everything had felt so much colder recently she also had the fluffiest off-white cardigan she could find and a pair of fluffy socks which had been pulled all the way up. Her hair still wasn't curled but at least it looked somewhat neat now with it being tucked behind her ears and there was a strand or two poking out.

"He's gone back to school," Margo said, as she read from one of the letters (a few letters had been found in the post box addressed to her and all from Isaac). She walked into the main area of the loft and Derek glanced over at her whilst trying to figure out what she was going on about, "he said he's aiming to get into university because he wants to study Art History," she read out and he scrunched up his nose.

It had only been a week since the couple had reunited and since then she'd been catching up with everything that Isaac had said and she'd even emailed both him and Ethan. A little glimmer of light could be seen when she thought about it. There was now an army of plants at the window which were slowly getting healthier although Derek did have to question how Margo of all people got them so unhealthy in the first place.

"Isaac?" He asked and she nodded with a hum. Peter only looked between the two of them confused and not understanding why the conversation was so important.