ᴮᵃᵈ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ? || ᴸⁱᵃᵐ ᴰᵘⁿᵇᵃʳ || ᵀᵂ

𝟬𝟬𝟳. 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗗? 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗? 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡.

Stiles open the door of Scott's house and we walk in. Stiles doesn't like him much I guess. "We're going to wait here for Scott. We're going to sit quietly and we're not going to call or talk to anyone," Stiles says and I frown.

"Do I talk to you?" Derek asks and Stiles shakes his head. "No," he replies and Derek looks at Rafe, who was looking at us three. "Good," Derek says and Stiles obviously doesn't notice Rafe. "Fine," he says and Derek looks at me. "You can talk to me," I tell him reassuringly and he nods. "Who's going to talk to him?" Derek points at Rafe and Stiles takes a step back, scared of the FBI agent who is in front of us.

"Ah! Are you getting taller?" He asks putting his hands in the air. "What are guys doing here?" Rafe asks and I scoff. "Duh, breathing," I say and roll my eyes, I do that a lot. Stiles doesn't like Rafe, so I don't like him either. Not sure why though, I mean he's an asshole to Mr. Stilinski and Mr. Stilinski is really nice so I guess that's my reason.

"We're waiting for Scott," Derek says and I sigh, looking at Rafe. "Yeah, so am I. We're supposed to have dinner," I frown at him. "Dinner? What is he? Ten? I'm sorry Scott has other things to do," I say dismissively, waving my hand in the air and ready to walk away, but Stiles stops me.

"Well, I'm trying to bond with my son is that so bad? Anyways, I brought extra, you guys hungry?" I feel my stomach rumbles and I'm about to say something, when both Stiles and Derek beat me to it. Stiles says "no," at the same time Derek says "Yeah,"

"No, we're not hungry," Stiles says and I look at the two amused. "Neither of us are hungry," he says and points at Derek. "Thanks though," Stiles says and I smile at them. "Okay, well if you're not hungry Stiles, your friend and Skye can still eat with us, what's your name?" He asks and I start smirking, already knowing what Stiles is gonna say.

"De-" Derek starts, but Stiles cuts him off. "Miguel, uh, my cousin Miguel," he says and puts his arms around Derek, giving him a friendly 'clap' on his shoulder. "From Mexico, so," I bite my lip to hold back laughter, he's so gonna regret this later because I just know Rafe is gonna question him.

Rafe starts speaking Spanish and I can't hold it in anymore. I start laughing while Stiles starts panicking. "Oh my God," he says and I close my eyes for a second. Derek responds in Spanish and Rafe smiles. "Fantastic. Egg roll?" Rafe asks and I smile, nodding.

"Hell yeah," Derek nods and Stiles starts laughing awkwardly. "Shrimp fried rice or pork fried rice?" Rafe asks and I snatch the bag out of his hand. "I call dips on the pork!" I say and take it from the back.

"Ha! Fantastic! Egg roll," Stiles says and everyone ignores him, they're talking more about the food they have. I smile once I smell the pork and sit down, next to Derek and in front of Rafe. Stiles is on the head of the table still a bit nervous.

"So what did you say your last name was again?" Rafe asks and Stiles quickly answers him. "Oh it's Juarez, Cinqua Tiago," he answers while pushing his mouth full with food.

"That's a... a mouthful," Rafe says and I nod. "How do you spell that?" He asks and Derek looks at Stiles, slightly amused. "Phonetically," he says and I roll my eyes. "Why? Afraid he's a drug dealer, I can assure you if he were a drug dealer he wouldn't have anything right now," I say smirking and Rafe narrows his eyes at me. 

"What?" He asks and I smile at him evilly. "What?" I ask back and he sighs. "Mr. McCall you're a FBI Agent?" Derek asks and I chuckle. "He's low level. Very low level. He doesn't even have a voice," Stiles tries to say, but again no one is listening to me.

"So do you investigate murders?" Derek says and Stiles and I share a look. What? "Sometimes. When it's a federal crime," Rafe explains and I sigh. "What about fires?" My eyes widen and I look at Stiles, pushing my eyebrows together, silently praying he had a good excuse to get to another subject, because my mind is blank.