One Night

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Stiles wrings his hands, the more he thinks about his dad being missing the more he worries, of course he's connected it to protecters, like Deaton said, but it still bothers him. She needs three and his dad is only one- also, she's run out of time; they know now, the pack will fight her- stop her. The doors open and Derek's voice is called out of the woman mouth, stiles forces himself not to lunge at her, although Scott's hand on his shoulder may be an addition to him not doing so.

She reaches Derek and begins getting touchy, then she presses her head up and kisses Derek, the man's eyes crinkle together and he looks like he wants to pull back, rip himself away from her. Instead he kisses back and she seems to get the message.

"They're already here, aren't they?" At that point the two teens step out and Derek looks over her shoulder at them. His eyes snap back to her when she pulls back two steps.

"Where's my dad?" Stiles starts instantly.

"How should I know," Jennifer retorts back instantly, "Derek you don't believe this do you?" Stiles sneers, top lip curling with anger as he fidgets with his dad's crumpled badge. "Or did they somehow-"

"Jennifer," Scott suddenly cuts in. "We know, everything. So give it up. Where's the sheriff?"

The woman however only glares. "When would I possible have time to do any of this, between my lunch hour, which I use to grade papers, or when I'm with him?" She spits thumb jutting towards Derek. Stiles blinks at that but shakes his mind free from the thought- they know it's her.

"Jennifer," Derek speaks this time, eyes glued to the jittery teen who's tears streak his face, he grips his dads badge tighter and forces a wince away at the metal pinching his skin. "It's over, tell us, you lose. Where is stiles father." His eyes land on hers again.

"Oh I see, it was the kid then, who did it." She bows her head thinking, "how would he even.... It was a sealed spell."

"Where's my dad!" Stiles yells pulling her back, Scott fails to grab the other as he rushes past him, reaches out and grips her shirt and shakes her forward into his space where he can sneer and glare all he wants. "Where is my dad, Jennifer." He mocks her name.

"Stiles," Derek warns softly, tugging on the teens shoulders, stiles hands shake but Derek places himself behind the teen he reaches around and drags stiles hands away. Jennifer makes a bolt for it immediately but Derek spins around and catches her throat in a tight grip she chocks.

"Derek-" she chocks, her hands gripping and scrapping and begging for his own grip to loosen. "Stop-" when he doesn't let up but rather grips tighter she grits her teeth and squeezes her eyes shut.

"Derek!" Scott tries, even taking a step forward. "We don't do this like this." The man hardly spared a thought to the younger's words.

"You won't find him- not without me!" The woman coughs, her hands now planted and holding tightly to Derek's wrist. "Your-" she starts but is quickly cut off with a tighter grip around her throat

"Derek she's right," stiles interrupts. "We can't find my dad without her- Derek please!" The man's grip loosens and his eyes shift to stiles, sad and pleading boy. Stiles shakes his head no.