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AFTER WHAT HAPPENED THAT DAY, the three friends planned to spend the night scouting the internet for any information as to how the criminals had managed to get into Beacon Hills First National Bank. Despite their best efforts, none of them managed to stay awake for long. Scott was the first to fall asleep, claiming that if he closed his eyes for a few minutes, he would be able to work better.
Next came Stiles, who's previous sleep deprived nights finally caught up to him. All this only seemed to make Valentina even more determined to figure out what really happened, but that only worked for so long. Two hours after later, she collapsed onto the bed and met with sleep within a matter of seconds.
"Guys?" The sheriff tapped at the doorframe to the bedroom. Opening it, he smiled at the familiar the sight of his son's best friend, although let his eyes linger slightly on the small girl beside him. "Hey, time to wake up. Guys. Guys!" Eventually the final shout managed to wake the two boys up, yet, Valentina, however, remained lying face down onto one of the pillows. Stiles, who was taken back by his father's sudden shouting, fell off his bed and hit the ground with a loud thump.
"Who's this?" His father asked, nodding his head towards the girl who was snoring lightly into the pillow. Scott, who hadn't even considered the possibility of the sheriff seeing Valentina, quickly told him that she was a girl from school. Staring at his son, more surprised than distrustful, he silently wondered if her presence was going to become a common occurrence. "Okay, I've got to get to work. You three get to school."
With a swift shake of his head, his father left the three teenagers to their problems. "Tina. Tina, wake up." Scott shook the girl lightly to wake her up, yet all he managed to get was for her to turn onto her back and a grunt.
"Ten hours and nothing about how they got in." He said in a pessimistic tone, picking up a few of the papers that lay on the ground. Lacking any emotion, Valentina lifted her torso to look at the state of the room, and it would be a compliment to call it a mess. After clearing the papers so that she could stand up, Stiles responded to his best friend's optimism, "Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead or Boyd any less about-to-be dead."
"I hate you both so much." Her comment didn't have any relevance to the conversation, and she assumed that it was ignored for that very reason.
"We still have time, Stiles."
No matter how hard Scott tried to perk up the conversation with his hope, the Stilinski boy only seemed to come back harder with more negative retorts. "Is this whole 'remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster' thing a part of the 'be a better Scott McCall' program?" Despite being angry at the both of them, she couldn't deny how creative that insult was and how much she admired it, but it was too early. Way too early.
As Valentina stood up from the bed, the tension in the room became even more noticeable, especially her standing up. Scott remained in the chair that she had remembered seeing him in so many hours ago, inside with a new look of surprise on his face. "Not if it doesn't work." At the end he looked back up to them, more towards the Hale girl, searching for any sign of emotion.
