"Are you okay? With the whole family thing?" Stiles asks as we sit in his room. "I'm okay. Danny and his family are letting me stay with them for now. As for the rest of my family, I haven't talked to them since last night. And Allison...I don't know. I'm not mad at her. I never was. She was the one mad at me. So, it just depends on her I guess" I explain and Stiles nods.
"I need a drink" Stiles sighs. "What do you got down there?" I ask. "I'm not sure. Why? You hungry? Thirsty?" He asks. "A little" I nod. "Come on" He leads me down to the kitchen and he starts opening up cabinets. "Ooh, Goldfish" He tosses me a snack bag and I catch it with a smile. "Thanks" I tell him, opening it.
He slides towards the fridge, looking through it. He laughs victoriously, pulling out the half gallon of milk and opening it, drinking out of it as he walks towards me. "You animal" I scoff as he glances into his dining room. He quickly walks back and looks into the dining room. I stand beside him, wondering what he was looking it. The Sheriff was sat at the table, looking over something, tons of papers all over the table.
He quickly swallows the milk that was in his mouth. "Whatcha doing?" Stiles asks curiously. "Work." Noah says simply. "Anything we can help with?" Stiles motions between the two of us. I send him a look as Noah looks up at us. "Hi Alex" He greets and I nod. "You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice" Noah says.
Stiles quickly shoves the milk into my hands and I almost drop my goldfish. I send him a glare as I walk towards the fridge, putting the milk back and taking out a coke as Stiles grabs the Whiskey bottle and a glass, walking towards his Dad. He sits down in the seat beside his Dad and I casually sit beside him. "Any leads?" Stiles wonders, going to grab at what he's looking at.
Noah slaps his hand before he can though and Stiles yanks it back. "Hey" Noah warns him and Stiles shakes his hand out. "You know I can't discuss that with you or your friends" Noah tells him. Stiles untwists the cap of the Whiskey so he can pour his Dad an ounce. "Not too much" Noah reminds him as I open my coke and eat some goldfish. Stiles pours the Whiskey into the glass, suddenly stopping as I raise an eyebrow at him.
He glances at his Dad who was too busy working to even notice. Stiles continues to pour, way past an ounce. I kick his leg under the table, sending him a look. "Okay. There ya go, Dad" Stiles hands Noah the glass, sending a smirk and a wink back my way as I start shaking my head at him. "Thanks" Noah says. "Bottoms up" Stiles adds. Noah doesn't even look as he grabs his glass and drinks it down, placing the empty glass back down as I stare in shock.
Noah sighs as Stiles looks down at the evidence. "You know, Derek Hale would be a whole Hale of a lot..." He trails off, realizing his mistake. "Hale of a lot?" He questions himself. "Hell of a lot?" Stiles corrects. "Hell. Yes" Noah nods. I send a disapproving frown Stiles' way. "He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him." Noah brings up.
"You don't have a picture of him?" I ask confused, taking a sip of my coke. "It's the weirdest thing. It's like every time we try to get a mug shot, it's like two....laser beams were pointing at the camera" Noah slurs as Stiles and I look at the picture of Derek. Two flashes of blue were covering his entire face. Almost like the color of his wolf eyes. "Oh, my God. Ohh! God, that ounce hit me like a brick " Noah groans out, taking off his glasses.
"Wonder why" I scoff as Stiles kicks me under the table. "And I have said way too much, and if either of you repeat any of that-" Noah points between the two of us. "Dad...it's me. And Alex is cool. We're not gonna say anything." Stiles asures him. Stiles grabs one of the folders, pulling some papers out of it.
"See, the thing is, they're all connected. I mean, the bus driver that got killed, he was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale house fire." Noah sighs. Stiles reads over the paper in front of Noah. "Terminated under suspicion of fraud" Stiles reads out, glancing over at me. "Exactly." Noah nods. "Who else?" Stiles wonders. "The video store clerk who got his throat slashed...He's a convicted felon, history of arson" Noah says as Stiles looks over pictures of the wounds that were on the store clerk.
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The Strawberry Blonde~~Lydia Martin
FanficAlexis Argent and her family have just moved to Beacon Hills after her dad got a job offer. She meets some new friends like Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin. She realizes though, that not everything around town is as normal as she thi...
