An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 74 - Unwelcomed

A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*

"I happened to be passing by and noticed that Jackson here was in distress and I thought I could lend a hand?"

Jackson was actually happy to see Brooklyn standing there as Argent continued to sneer behind the teen's back.

"I think I have it all under control here," Argent said through gritted teeth. "But thanks for the offer anyways."

"No, I don't think you're under control here," Brooklyn lowered the shades and narrowed her eyes at the older hunter. She was challenging Argent, hoping he would lose his cool but to her dismay he remained calm in his demeanor.

"Didn't I see your picture somewhere? Wait, that's right! John Walsh was looking for you."

"Shouldn't you be worried about Chris Hansen popping out from behind a building with a camera man in tow?"

Brooklyn knew Jackson could've said anything to Argent about her, Derek or Scott. As much as she was loathing being both of their presences, the hunter couldn't risk a chance of anything being exposed.

"If was you I wouldn't be out here…..in the open like this," Argent stepped around the teen, never letting his eyes falter from his adversary's.

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing," she growled.

"Oh yes, the little incident on the highway," Argent chuckled, "Yes, that was rather, annoying but it was well played."

"Is that a compliment? Is Hell freezing over or are you just being a bigger ass than usual?"

"How is Derek? I mean it must be hard staying two steps ahead of the police," Argent watched as her small body tensed and eyes hardened.

"Low blow Kris," she growled.

"Just calling things as I see it Brooklyn," Argent grinned once again.

"You know accepting help from strange men can lead to trouble right Jackson?" Brooklyn looked pointedly at the teen who said nothing as he continued staring at her. "I mean have you not seen a single episode of To Catch a Predator? Perverts come in all forms, shapes and sizes…..Even pretending to be nice guys offering roadside assistance."

"Now that isn't too polite," Argent pulled the gloves tighter over his hands.

"You're one to talk," Brooklyn snapped. "I mean really? Pretending to be AAA to get information from a kid? One word: Tacky."

"Jackson what happened to your neck? Looks like a scratch," Argent took aim and went for the kill.

"Oh, that's nothing," he stuttered. Brooklyn didn't have to be a werewolf to know his heart was thundering against his chest at this point.

Crap! He's gonna snitch on all of us like a jailhouse bitch!

"Well that looks like more than a scratch," Argent didn't give up. "They look like claw marks to me."

Jackson started inching towards Brooklyn who didn't move from where she stood. She knew Argent was doing this to get the nervous teen to slip up but she wasn't going to give the son of a bitch the pleasure.

"You're awful intrusive," Brooklyn squared off with her foe. "Are you sure there isn't some dark less than honorable reason why you're here pretending to help?"

"You know Jackson," Argent looked back to the blonde, "Is there a specific reason why you don't want to tell me what caused those marks?"

"Okay time for you go back into your van and try to lure another child with candy and ice cream," Brooklyn started towards Argent.