After being exiled from the pack and losing his girlfriend, Stiles takes the opportunity to start over. Moving to Washington DC he furthers his career in psychology meeting new people and creating new friends. Along the way he finds himself being ha...
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"You shouldn't be allowed to drive. You're still a shit driver."
Scott and Stiles had returned a couple days later from the woods after dealing with the werewolf. Sadly he ran and they lost him before they could detain him.
Stiles was too busy annoying Scott with complaints on him driving Roscoe back to the station they didn't notice the people standing in front of them. For the last two days the BAU team has been returning to the station to help prepare for Noah's funeral. They never discussed the events with Stiles but figured he was too drained. They couldn't be more wrong.
Standing in office facing each other Scott and Stiles were covered in scraps and bruises. The werewolf they encountered made an effort to attack before he dashed off. Stiles had got thrown back into a tree causing a contusion to his shoulder he got stabbed in. All while Scott was scratched and punch by the werewolf. For the most part the rest of the pack remained unscathed.
"I'm not that bad." "I say otherwise." "Come on-"
"You nearly drove us off the road. When was the last time you drove?" Scott rolled his eyes at him and shrugged. "How are we friends?"
He smirks, "I'd like to think it's because of my dashing looks." It was Stiles turn to roll his eyes.
"You're an idiot." "But you love me." "I really don't." "Except you do." "Why are you looking at me like that?" "I am not responsible for what my face does when you talk."
Both of them snickered and turned to the others. They were still staring at the boys with both amused and confused faces. Stiles features contorted into realization. "Oh he and I are good now," he informed.
They looked to Scott who stood with a grin on his face. "What the hell happened to you guys?"
Scott took a seat in a near by officers chair while Stiles remained standing. He grunted slightly as he sat, his ribs a king from the blows he took. "Little werewolf problem."
"He got away, Scott."
"I didn't see you do any better. You were too busy getting thrown into a tree."
He looked at Scott with slight anger. "I've always wondered what dirt tasted like. Please, enlighten me."
Scott blew out a breath. "Needless to say we got our asses kicked."
"We see that," Derek says.
"What are you guys doing here? Not that we don't want you here but we figured you be running around somewhere else?"
Stiles and Scott looked to one another before back at the group. "Whoever this guy is he has a vendetta against other werewolves. He doesn't care about causalities, he'll kill anything in his way."
JJ tilts her head eyeing the floor, "that's reassuring."
"He'll be coming after us after what happened in the woods. Mainly Scott and I since we led the others out to him. So we thought why not draw him to the one place he can't escape."
"What makes you so sure he's going to come here?" Reid asked.
"Because he's already here." They men looked puzzled as they watched him. Stiles pulled out his gun shooting a man behind him. The man growl lowly showing his canines to the group of officers before collapsing to the floor in pain.
Scott tackled him soon after putting him in wolf's bane covered cuffs. The substance burned his skin but he push through it to put the cuffs on him.
Stiles holstered his weapon looking to the others. "Scott is obvious when there is someone unwanted anywhere. I saw the sign which was right when he walked through the door."
Derek and Peter Hale walked through the doors and saw the chaos that had just erupted. "Well this is a pretty sight," Peter had said.
"Shut up," Derek, Scott and Stiles said in unison.
Derek gripped the wolf by the arm forcing him to sit. "This might hurt." The wolf held back a scream as Derek dig out the bullet in his shoulder. The BAU shuttered in disgust.
Scott takes the bullet looking at it curiously. He turns to Stiles, "where did you get a silver bullet?"
"Argent," the Hales and Stiles said.
"Of course," Malia walked in behind seeing as their plan worked. Peter looked at her skeptically. "I'm here for moral support."
"For me?"
"You'd have to have morals."
The line made Stiles chuckle remembering the time back in high school when she used that same line against her father. She had told him about it and didn't think much of it. Now it's a friendly reminder and the terrible but fun shit that happened.
The conversations died down and more officers left for patrols or whatever they had planned leaving the agitated werewolf slowly suffering in his cuffs.
The five of them stared at the werewolf. "We could just kill him."
They looked at Peter in disbelief and rolled their eyes. "Well he can't join the pack or he'd surely try killing them. And we can't let him go or he'll still kill them."
All eyes land on Scott, "what?"
"Last I checked you were the Alpha you make the decision."
"But-"
"Scott you made a promise to protect this town and sadly Peter too but he doesn't have the authority you do so you decide this," Derek stated.
He looked down at the werewolf contemplating what decision to make. At last he shakes his head. "We'll put him in the cells. He won't be able to escape with those cuffs on him."
"And then what?"
He looks to the guys before saying, "that is something I need to figure out."
"Until then there is something we need to discuss," Rossi stepped forward. "Noah's funeral is in two days and we need to know your plan."
Stiles shrug, "I'd say I know what to do but I've been busy and I know you guys have been helping with it. Just catch me up to date then we'll be good."
A tranquil but annoying tension spread through the room. "And the other thing?"
