Regression to the mean: Rising

Smoke and Mirrors

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Grace P.O.V.

Stiles and I crash into the Sheriff's office and he looks to us in confused.

"We're going back to Mexico" I say with a smile on my face and may arms held out wide.

Papa Stilinski glares up at us from his desk and closes a file before getting up out of his chair and walking over to the open door we just came through. Slamming it shut he spins around and hisses "You two are not going to Mexico" Making me lose my smile.

"Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico. Okay, I think that's a pretty good reason for a trip to Mexico" Stiles explains to his father what the man already knows as he walks back to his seat.

"Okay, even if Deaton is right about this. The best thing to do is to go through the proper channels- "

"Dad-"

"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out all points"

"And say what. What shall we tell them? The Kate Argent, a dead woman, kidnapped a teenage werewolf and his girlfriend who is a fox? Perfect get me the phone book and a tell one of your deputies I would like a large cappuccino with 6 sugars. We'll be here for a while" I rant and the two just stare at me.

"Dad, we can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices. Okay, someone needs to go down there right now and find them and rescue them. I'm going!"

"By the time you get through to the proper channels, Kate's damage would have been done" I snap at him, immediately feeling guilty but I push it back.

"I can keep you two from going" He says looking between us.

Stiles looks at me and I nod to him "We'd find a way" He informs his father.

"I can throw you two in a cell"

"Grace can melt the bars" Stiles says with a smirk, and I life up my hand and show him a glove of fire.

"Try explaining that to your superiors" I challenge, putting out the flame.

"Stiles, please just give me a little more time verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision from some guy with a third eye. Look I will call, every law enforcement agencies all the way down to south America if I have to. If nothing turns up, I will book three flights to Mexico. We'll all go, Okay?"

"Okay, Okay great. Do I get a gun?" Stiles agrees.

"No!" Stilinski says and walks way.

"Stiles, I have a hard time trusting you with a plastic spoon" I say turning to him with an emotionless faces.

Glaring at me, Stiles then grabs my arm and pulls me out of the Police station and to his jeep. Once we are on the road I look to his and ask. "We're going to Mexico aren't we?"

"Yep" He replies, his head tilting and a smirk appearing on his face.

"You're dads gonna be pissed"

"Oh yeah"

"We going alone?"

"Not a chance, we'd be dead the second we come up against a Berserker. Text Malia, tell her to meet us at your house"

"Why mine?" I ask pulling out my phone and texting the Were-coyote "Because we're gonna need something to track Scott's sent"

"What about Kira?" I say