The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Twenty-Two ꕥ

Soon after we let Isaacs house I ended up sitting in the back of  Stiles's jeep once more. Scott had left to go meet up with Allison, which left Derek with me. He was sitting in the front of the jeep glaring at Stiles. No matter how many times they ended up forced to be near each other, Derek still hated the idea of Stiles. 

"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office." Stiles explained, "The problem is getting past the front desk." 

Derek shrugged, "I'll distract her." He made a move to get out of the car but Stiles threw his hadn't out and stopped him. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa - you?" Stiles asks dramatically, "You're not going in there." Stiles stops talking and Derek glances at his hand, which is still resting on his chest, "I'm taking my hand off." Stiles adds, whipping his hand back.  

"I was exonerated." Derek sighs 

"You're still a person of interest." 

"An innocent person." I add, throwing me face in between their seats. 

"An inn- him? Yeah, right!" Stiles scoffs, "Okay, fine. What's your plan?" He turns to Derek with a smug grin. 

"To distract her." Derek states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. 

"Uh - huh. How? By punching her in the face?" I shoot Stiles an unamused glare. Maybe if they could both be a bit nicer they wouldn't hate each other.  

"By talking to her." 

"Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Stiles mocks to which Derek does nothing but glare at Stiles. "Dead silence." Stiles snaps, "That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?" 

Derek glances at me for help and I shrug, "He can do it." I agree, looking over his pretty face. All he would have to do is smile and show those pretty eyes of his. 

"Hetha." Stiles groans, throwing his arms in the air. 

Derek makes a move towards the door again, "I'm thinking about punching you in the face." 

I reach across him and throw the door open, "Just go." 

Derek jumps out of the jeep and I slide out after him, crouching under the window so the deputy inside can't see me. Stiles joins me soon after and we creep through the doorway. 

"Good evening, how can I help..." I hear the deputy pause when she sees Derek, "you?" 

"Hi." Derek smiles and half of me wishes I could see his face when he isn't being a grumpy wolf. 

"Hi." The deputy repeats, a brush raising to her face. 

"Um, I had a question. Um, sorry I'm a little- a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone..." 

"Like me?" The deputy cuts off. 

"Oh, I was gonna say 'so incredibly beautiful' but, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing." I pause in the middle of the hallway, amazed by how fast Derek can switch into what seems like a new personality. 

"Hetha." Stiles hisses, grabbing my arm and yanking me into the hallway. "Really?" 

I shrug and sent him an innocent grin, "What?"

"I've decided I don't like it when guys look at your or when you look at guys." He hisses, angrily throwing a hand at Derek. 

My eyes widen as I see another deputy standing behind Stiles. In his leg there's an arrow, one that the end has been broken off of. "Stiles." I whisper, remembering how Allison said she had 'slowed down' the man working for Argent.