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20. Miss Criminal Minds

CHAPTER TWENTY
MISS CRIMINAL MINDS

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Stiles called me not too long ago and reminded me I had to meet him at his house. I'm not sure why but I didn't quite care at the moment. I was still a bit fidgety over the fact that I found the necklace all on my own. Being a detective could seriously be a backup career if whatever else I end up doing after high school doesn't fall through. I didn't particularly know what Stiles really wanted or why he needed me at his house but it apparently seemed important. Hopefully, Scott would be there so I could sneak him into another room or something and we could have a private talk on why he's ignoring me. And, hopefully, Mini is there so I could ask her if she successfully slipped the note in his locker.

I hyperactively drove away from Allison's house, the necklace sitting in the passenger seat. Don't ask why. Unfortunately for me, my car left tire tracks on their lawn so hopefully none of them finds out it was me or I'd have twenty two bullets sent to my abdomen. Those damn Argents. I made it to Stiles' house and hopped out the car, locked it, and walked over to his door with the silver, glistening necklace in hand. His front door was unlocked, of course, because Stiles is stupid. I locked his door for him and practically ran up the stairs when I started to hear yelling. Oh, God. I opened Stiles' room door only to find him groaning on the floor, clutching his head while Derek and Mini had fists raised up to pounce on one another as her eyes were glowing pink menacingly.

"Hey, hey, what the hell is going on here?", I raised my hands up and made my way in between the two. I backed Mini away from him and she shoved my hands away, glaring. I rolled my eyes at her before seeing Stiles' hand raise.

"Ana... help, please..."

I tried not to grin at weak Stiles as I pulled him up and rubbed his shoulders. "Stiles, what happened?"

"Okay... all right, listen...", Stiles pointed at Mini, "Your hot cousin is psychotic and so is Derek!"

I nodded, "We all know this."

Stiles squinted his eyes at me before glaring at Derek, "And, you seriously need to get your shit togeth–"

Derek stepped in front of me, pushing me lightly out of the way, and grabbed Stiles' shoulders before raising him up against the wall, "I need to what?"

"Oh my god", Stiles cried out, "Nothing. You're fine. You're good."

I chuckled at the two, "Derek. Stop it, please."

Derek sighed and put Stiles down. He looked around at everyone before his eyes landed on Mini accusingly. "How can you do the things that you can do?"