An Arrest And A Lacrosse Game

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Scott and I are leaning against the Jeep, parked at the edge of the Hale property, as we watch Derek get marched out of the house in handcuffs by one of the Beacon County Sheriff's Department's deputies. Derek looks over at Scott with a scowl that causes Scott to look down at the ground with an expression of mixed guilt and shame as Derek is pushed into the back of a deputy's cruiser. I just shrugged making Derek shake his head.

A moment later, I notice Stiles walking from out of the woods toward the cruiser, which is unattended now that the rest of the deputies are checking out the crime scene itself. Scott's mouth gapes open in shock when he realizes what Stiles is about to do, just as Stiles looks back at us. Scott immediately tries to get Stiles to stop by mouthing his response at him.

"No!"

Stiles ignores him and darts toward the passenger door to the cruiser and opens it so he can talk to Derek, causing Scott to groan in exasperation

"Oh, God..."

Scott turns away from them, unable to watch but not wanting to draw more attention to what Stiles is doing. I watch them talk back and forth for a while not able to hear them. When Sheriff Stilinski opens the passenger door, and yanks Stiles out of the car.

He grabbed him by the right arm and is dragging him away from the car, with Stiles groaning the whole way. "Ow. Ow. Ow."

Stilinski finally stops and let's go of Stiles before standing in front of him so they can have a talk. "There. Stand."

Stiles exhales loudly and finally meets his father's eyes as Stilinski prepares to scold him in an exasperated tone of voice.

"What the hell do you think you're doing???"

Stiles scoffs, as though he thinks Stilinski should be thankful for what he did.

"I'm just trying to help!"

"Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came upon this?"

Stiles, realizing he's in trouble, starts to evasively talk himself out of it making me grin at him.

"...We were looking for Scott's inhaler..."

"Which he dropped when?" He asked impatiently.

"The other night..."

"The other night... when you were out here, looking for the first half of the body?"

"Yes."

"The night that you told me you were alone, and Scott and Nyx were at home?"

"Yes."

I see Stiles cringe when he realizes he just outed himself and us and tries to backtrack.

"...No."

Stilinski gives Stiles a hard look, and Stiles realizes he's been caught and sighs, "Oh, crap..."

Stilinski, sounding exhausted and out of patience, stares at Stiles intensely. "So, you lied to me."

"That depends on how you define "lying...""

"Well, I define it as "not telling the truth." How do you define it?"

"Um... "reclining your body in a horizontal position?"" Stiles gestures with his hands to emphasize his point, and Stilinski, annoyed and irritated, finally just dismisses him.

"Get the hell out of here."

Stiles wastes no time doing exactly as he's told for once. "Absolutely."

We seed out of the woods in the Jeep. Stiles is driving while Scott sits in the passenger seat, trying to research on his phone. After a moment, he impatiently speaks up. "I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial."

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