A Hale and The Argent- Allison Argent (3)

5.12.1

Scott and Deputy Parrish stand outside the communication towers building that was attacked the night before. Parrish hands him his phone, showing him a video. "This is from the relay station's security camera." Scott watches as a large, black shadowy figure darts out of the building and across the screen. "That looked big."

"And too fast for anyone to get a good look at it. But you already know what is it, don't you?" Parrish wonders. Scott looks back at the building which was surrounded in caution tape. "The last Chimera." They both head into the building and into the basement, looking around. There were wires ripped out, dangling from the ceiling and blood covered the floor where the dead technician used to lay.

Scott kneels down beside where the puddle of blood is. There was a little plaque beside it that has the number '1'. Meaning it was marked as evidence. "You still got a black light?" Scott asks Parrish. Parrish takes it out, handing it to Scott. Scott shines the light over the blood, noticing the familiar mercury imprint.

"Mercury means Chimera." He turns the lights off, standing up and handing it to Parrish. He walks further in, looking around. "But what was it doing here? Why come here and kill some random communications tech?" Parrish wonders. "Maybe it just likes to kill. Maybe it's what it does." "That's terrifying".

"Parrish, how many bodies do you actually see when you dream about the Nemeton?" Parrish looks around again with a frown before turning back to Scott. "Everyone" He admits.

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Stiles wakes up disorientated from his spot in a chair beside Noah's hospital bed. He notices the bed empty and sits up quickly. He also notices the door open. He walks out into the hallway, looking around before heading into the elevator, having an idea where his dad might be. He pushes the button for basement and as the doors open, he walks down the hall, glancing into the morgue.

He notices his dad stood over one of the bodies, looking it over. He walks closer, reading which body it was on the side. 'Donati, Donovan'. Tears well up in his eyes and he opens the door to the morgue. Noah looks up, noticing a guilty looking Stiles. Stiles stands at the door unsurely and Noah gives him a reassuring nod.

Meanwhile, Chris kneels in front of a safe down in a bunker at Argent Arms International. He opens it up, revealing yellow wolfsbane. He takes it out, looking it over. He knew what he had to do.

Stiles and Noah stand over Donovan's body which was covered by a sheet. "The story Theo told me about the library. That's how it happened. Except it didn't happen to him." Stiles bows his head in shame before glancing back up. "Yeah" He nods. "Stiles, I can't protect you if I don't know the truth. Did you really feel like you couldn't tell me?" "I couldn't tell anyone." Stiles admits.

"Did you think that I wouldn't believe that it was self defense?" "What if it wasn't? What if I told you I wanted him dead?" Stiles asks. "I'd believe you. I also believe that wanting someone dead and murdering them are two very different things." "Yeah, but what if the judge didn't think so?" "Then to hell with the judge. Stiles, it was self defense."

"And I would destroy every shred of evidence to protect you if I had to. I would burn the whole sheriff's station to the ground." Noah tells him. Stiles slowly nods and the two move to push the body back in. As they're doing so, Scott walks out of the elevator, set on talking to Stiles. He pauses as he hears them having a private conversation though. "What about upholding the law? What about Kira?"

Scott sighs to himself, nodding and slowly backs away to go find another pack member instead. "I guess I'm uh, learning how to bend." Noah sighs. "So, what, it just goes away?" "Not for you. The problem now is how to bear this burden. This kind of thing is not at all uncommon in law enforcement. A fatal mistake. A partner who dies. One who gets paralyzed" He motions to where Donovan is being kept.