Chaos

05

05 ; Lahey

The day went by slowly, I somehow wound up waiting watching the lacrosse game. Scott was barrelling into people and acting very suspect. I resolved to find records on the people in this town, tonight.

Jackson left the line before Scott could barell into him and another player lined up to be knocked down as coach Finstock yelled at Scott. I watched this player and my chest tightened when I saw the curly blonde hair, it was the shy boy that helped me out. Scott ran into him and I winced, thinking of how he was in pain when I barely touched him and wondering how much he was hurting now. I watched him intently but then he looked up in my direction, in some struggle of some sort and his eyes weren't normal, weren't human.

They were glowing. I racked my brain for creatures with glowing eyes and came up empty, nothing. I tried to concentrate when two police men came down the field to talk to the coach and they left with the blonde boy. What did this mean? Had he killed someone? If he wasn't human it was a possibility, but it was probably just shoplifting or something stupid like that.

The bruise on his face though, that wasn't what a typical boy should suffer. recognised the torment in his eyes when I first saw him, it was the reason that I wanted to help him and so far I'd done nothing of the sort. That had to change.

I got up and briskly walked out of the school grounds, overhearing a snippet of tweedle dum and dee's conversation on the way out.

"How strong are the cells?"

"For humans, they're fine, but werewolves.." I almost stopped in my tracks when I received the audio confirmation of werewolves residing in Beacon Hills, t wasn't unexpected. I was a hunter, a Winchester, this kind of thing didn't just slip by me.

It shouldn't have taken me this long though, I was rusty. I had to make a trip to the Sheriff's station tonight, and discover exactly what I haven't found out already.

I dressed in an ugly pantsuit and put a wig on, glasses along with my fake FBI badge. I was nervous about this, I knew that Stiles was the Sheriff's son and I found out the blonde boy, Issac Lahey's father was killed last night. I just wasn't sure if it was Lahey that murdered him or not.

I could bust him out though, I knew that. I pulled on some running shoes and a backpack to store my shoes in when I'm in the office. I got there shortly and hd my bag in a bush adjusted my wig and puffed out my chest, unbuttoning my shirt slightly to distract them of my youthful visage.

"Yes hello, I am special Agent Jett. I will need access to all of your reports on major incidents in this town, oh, let's say five years." I flashed my badge at the deputy, along with a smile and he mumbled something about the sheriff. I waited by the desk and saw Mr Stilinski come out.

"Hi, is there something I can help you with?"

"Yes, special agent Jett. I'm going to need your police reports on major incidents of crime going back three years, pronto. and I will need to talk to a Mr Lahey who I believe is in police custody, correct?"

"Sure thing, I'll have the office get you some of those reports, but I will need confirmation that you're FBI. Could I speak to your supervisor?"

I panicked a little, I hadn't clued Bobby in about all this, but it was Bobby. And he'd get how to play it.

"Yes, of course. I'll just call him up for you." I dialled Bobby's number to which he answered with a gruff, 'yeah'.

"Hello, could you put supervisor West on the phone please? This is special agent Jett requesting confirmation of position within Federal Bureau of Investigation on the Beacon case."

"Emily? You working a case? I thought-"

I cut him off and smiled to the Sheriff, "Yes hello West, confirm my standing with the Sheriff please." I instructed and handed the phone over.

They were on the phone for about a moment before Stilinski senior thanked Bobby and gave me back my mobile.

"Give her what ever she wants," he told his staff and I grinned, then saw his son lurking around the corner.

Half of the staff were gone at this time, the rest of them left about when I got there. I followed Stiles and saw him stab a guy in the leg, what the hell? But then I looked a little closer at him and recognised him from the hunting party Chris assembled to find the redhead I now came to call Lydia.

He must have been here to kill Lahey. I went into the room where prisoners were kept, to see Issac going towards Stiles. I ran and pushed him back, which he thanked me for keeping him from becoming a murderer by throwing me nto a wall and advancing towards me. I pulled my knife from my boot and held it up to him, ready to fend off any incoming attacks but I didn't have to.

A tall, dar and handsome man emerged and roared, loudly enough for the hairs on my arms to stand up and my spine to tingle. His roar somehow made Issac afraid, and he cowered into a corner.

Then the handsome stranger set his eyes on me and snarled, "Argent."

Son of a bitch. Do people assume that I'm an Argent now, because I sure as hell am not! I'm gonna yank the next person that accuses me of being some silly werewolf only hunter, it was offensive really.

I stood up and cussed myself when I thought about what I just did, "Did I say that out loud?"

"Yeah, you kind of did." Stiles said dryly and I sent a bitchface his way.

"I don't have anything against them, or hunters, or werewolves for that matter," I assured them but then I felt up to check my wig was secure, I was. I thanked the heavens and decided that running was the best idea. "Thanks for the help, but I gotta jam. Uh, good luck with the Lahey kid."

I literally ran out of the place, but not before swiping the box of files from the front desk. I still wanted to help Lahey, wolf or not. I knew the kid wasn't a murderer, although he had torment in his eyes, he didn't have evil. There was an innocence to him still, an innocence that I could never get back.

Animal mutilation. Mysterious deaths. The body of Laura Hale ripped in two. A man burnt alive. Kate Argent's throat ripped out. But the spate of weird cases aren't what caught my attention, the fact that Stilinski and McCall's names were in almost all of the recent cases did, along with Derek Hale. I looked at his file and smirked when I saw his photo.

I guess I know who tall, dark and handsome is now.

It was rather relieving to know that I wasn't going crazy with paranoia but it was also aggravating: my brothers sent me away from them to live a normal life, and didn't even bother to research the area? That was just insulting, I was been raised by Dean, I defended Sam when dad got mad at him. I have always been a mix of the two, but neither one seemed to care enough about me to even check if the place they were banishing me to was safe.

Maybe they didn't want me to be safe, maybe they wanted me out of the way. Maybe they got tired of having me to protect, perhaps they wanted me dead, no. I was spiralling. My mind always went to the worse possible thing, so pessimistic.

I buried my face underneath my pillow and tried in vain to forget about all that was going on in my head. As I was falling asleep I hoped that I'd be able to help Lahey, to stop Issac from becoming what I was: a monster.