CONTROL ➳ D. HALE [2]

04 ; fireflies

04 ➳ FIREFLIES

"See this?" Stiles asked, pointing to an area on the blueprints for the bank where Boyd was being held. "This is how they got in. It's an A.C vent on the root of the building." He moved the marker across the papers, creating an annoying squeal as he drew circles and lines with the ink. "It leads right into the vault."

The group nodded as Stiles continued to explain how the bank had been infiltrated years ago and how they were going to do it again. The only complication was that the hole that the robbers had used to climb into the bank had been patched up.

"If I go in first, how much room will I have?" Derek asked.

"What?" Elise chuckled lightly, smiling at him. "You're going to punch through a wall?" When he showed no signs of it being a joke, her brows quirked upwards. "You are not going to punch through a wall."

Stiles seemed to agree, as he turned toward Derek and raised his hand. "See this? That's about three inches of space to generate enough force to-" Before he had a chance to finish his statement, Derek had punched Stiles' hand, barely even moving his arm. Stiles fell back, gripping his hand tightly. "He can do it."

"Alright," Derek said, turning back to the blueprints. "I'm going in first. Who's following me?"

"I'd say Scott and I," Elise shrugged. "Since everyone else is pretty much out of commission." Isaac was still recovering from the rush of memories, and Stiles was out of the question. Peter was a choice, but none of them really trusted him yet and he certainly wasn't up to fighting speed. Derek and Scott shared a nervous look at the brunette's words. "What?"

"It's just..." Scott began, "Maybe you should relax. It seemed like you really drained yourself earlier today."

"That was hours ago," Elise insisted. "I'm fine."

"It's just that Isaac's still not up to it and he heals faster..." Scott trailed off as the two werewolves looked to the brunette cautiously. They were acting as if she would erupt at any given moment.

"He's also not used to having visions," Elise pointed out. "I was that way the first time I had a vision."

"Elise, we're just trying to help," Derek insisted, turning away from the blueprints to look at Elise.

"Right," Elise scoffed. She wasn't sure why she was so irritated and she didn't know how to make it go away. It felt like the air around her was thick with anger, though it radiated from no one in the room. "Do you think I can't handle it or something?"

"That's not what I said," Derek answered, shock written over his features. He furrowed his brows in confusion, clearly unable to read what had caused Elise's outburst. He put a hand on her shoulder affectionately as he added, "I just don't want you to get hurt."

Elise's eye widened slightly as she looked down at the hand he'd placed on her shoulder. It was as if those words had snapped her out of her angry haze, as she nodded bleakly. "Sorry..." she muttered, eyes flitting around the room. "I didn't..."

"Are you alright?" Scott asked from across the table, straightening his posture as he watched his sister warily, concern etched across his face.

"Yeah," Elise said quietly, rubbing her temples. "I think you're right. I probably just need to relax a bit." Elise turned to leave the room and Derek moved to follow her, only to be stopped when Scott put a hand on his arm.

"I've got this," he muttered. Derek nodded slightly and Scott made his way after his sister. Scott knew that Derek was worried about Elise, but he also knew that he was the best one to talk Elise down when she was in a strange mood. After all, he'd known her for sixteen years while Derek had known her for a little over eight months.