In all of my years of knowing Stiles, I can say that he's come up with some pretty crazy things. For instance, when we were eleven and Stiles' dad took his gaming console away from him due to Stiles' bad behavior he enlisted my brother and I as help to retrieve said gaming console. The thing is, Sheriff Stilinski had it put on top of a china closet that the three of us couldn't reach. The china closet was in the living room, and we weren't strong enough to move any of the heavy furniture out of the way. So, Stiles decided to make a sort of anchor and throw it on top of the china closet to try and knock the gaming console off the top, in hopes that Scott or myself would catch it.

Instead of his little invention landing on the top of the china closet like he had envisioned, it busted through the glass on the door resulting in yet another problem.

Tonight, his plan was to sneak into the morgue so Scott could catch a scent off of the part of the body that had been found so we could go back into the woods and he could attempt to find the other half by using the previous scent he would have gotten from the morgue. Granted, the plan seemed decent enough to work; only problem is that my mom happens to be working third shift tonight and if she catches us here she's going to know that something is off.

My eyes were darting around every face in the lobby as we entered the hospital, "I still think this is a bad idea."

"It's fine Kasey, just stay here with Stiles. I'll be right back." Scott assured me as he gave me a small smile before disappearing down the hallway that had a sign hanging from the ceiling saying the morgue was located in that direction.

Stiles and I made our way into the waiting room awkwardly, and I decided to take a seat in one of the blue chairs that lined the wall. The chairs weren't all that comfortable which has never made sense to me, you would think that an establishment that's sole purpose is to make people feel better would provide comfortable seating for the friends and family's of their patients. I glanced at Stiles whom was looking at something a bit further down the wall where I had been sitting.

I turned to find that the something he was looking at was rather a someone, and that someone happened to be Lydia Martin.

Of course.

This just goes to show that Allison was wrong and that Stiles wasn't interested in me. He looks beyond nervous and he's staring at her. I really wish Allison wouldn't have said what she said to me earlier, because it slightly got my hopes up and now they're crashing and burning right before my very eyes as I can plainly see that Stiles isn't interested in me at all.

Stiles looked as if he were battling internally with himself on whether or not to attempt to speak to Lydia. Normally, he has no problem attempting to talk to her so I don't know why he looks so put off about it now. Without wasting another second Stiles took a deep breath and kept his gaze on the floor as he took the seat beside me. Completely ignoring Lydia.

"Aren't you going to try and charm your way into a conversation with her?" I chuckled nervously, feeling my chest tighten slightly at just the mere idea of him giving her all of his undivided attention rather than me.

He blinked once before shrugging, "Why would I do that? She'd probably ignore me anyway. Girls like her, don't go for guys like me."

"What's that supposed to mean? I think you're great," I stated confidently. 

It was true, Stiles was great. He was funny, kind, smart, charming, witty, and sarcastic enough to be your sole entertainment for the day. Any girl would be lucky to have him as their boyfriend because if there's on thing I know about Stiles, it's that he would devout all of his time and energy into making that special girl know just how much he loves her and how wonderful she is. To be completely honest, I've always feared for when he did get a girlfriend because I knew that once he did, he wouldn't spend as much time with Scott and I as he does now.

He smiled warmly, "Really?"

"Absolutely." 

Stiles opened his mouth to say something but Lydia cut him off as she stood up and glanced at me, "Kasey? What're you doing here?" she asked in genuine curiosity.

I swallowed thickly, "Oh, uh... Scott and I brought my mom some food. He just ran it over to her and then we're heading out." 

My lie seemed believable enough, at least I hope it did. Obviously, I can't tell her that we're here because Scott is in the morgue sniffing a dead body. If Lydia knew that my brother's reputation would be ruined before she even left the hospital. 

Lydia cocked her head to the side, "Interesting."

"Why are you here?" I blurted, attempting to change the subject because if was obvious that she was suspicious. The way that her eyes darted between Stiles and myself was making me uncomfortable and I was praying to God that she didn't ask if we were dating or make a comment about it.

She sighed and began to pick at her nails showing how uninterested in this conversation she was getting, "Jackson's here getting checked out before the game. No thanks to, Scott." 

Thankfully, I didn't have to respond because as soon as she said his name Jackson began to approach her. I swallowed nervously and adverted my gaze as the two of them kissed each other with as much passion and heat as they possibly could. One would think that they haven't seen each other in years. When they broke apart Lydia shot me a smirk, which I assumed as to be taken as a friendly gesture, and then they sauntered off.

"That was weird and gross," I commented as I gave my attention back to Stiles.

I noticed that he had snatched up a pamphlet off of the table and was attempting to read it. I noticed that there was a diagram of a uterus on the front and before I could stop myself I started to laugh. Not only was he "reading" a pamphlet about a uterus, but the pamphlet itself was upside down. Obviously, he was pretending to read it in order to appear that he hadn't been listening to mine and Lydia's conversation.

Stiles shot me a look as he narrowed his eyes, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, but it would probably be easier to read if it wasn't upside down." I said as I watched his face get firetruck red out of pure embarrassment. 

He tossed the pamphlet back on the table and crossed his arms over his chest, "Since when do you and Lydia Martin talk?" 

"What?" the confusion in my voice was evident.

Stiles gestured in the direction that Lydia had been walking when her and Jackson left, "You two were carrying a conversation... when did that start happening?"

"I don't know, recently? Her and Allison sat next to me at a Lacrosse practice and now I guess since her and Allison are friends and Allison is dating my brother she is going to acknowledge my existence now." I stated as I watched his reaction, he seemed jealous at the fact that Lydia had spoken to me rather than him. At least, that's what it looks like to me.

He scoffed, "Doubtful." 

"What is your deal?" I snapped, going from zero to one-hundred rather quickly due to how immature he was acting. It's not like I started the conversation with Lydia, if I'm being completely honest I could go the rest of my life without talking to her and be perfectly fine. He has no reason to be shitty with me over a thirty second conversation with Lydia.

Stiles' glare softened when he realized that he had struck a nerve and upset me to the point to where I was about to snap, "I'm sorry. I just... I don't know what I was saying, I'm sorry." 

In this moment I then realized just how big of an affect that this boy had on me. Just by seeing the sincerity in his eyes and hearing the apologetic tone in his voice, it made my whole chest heat up. I don't think I've ever experienced this sensation with anyone else, only with Stiles. I've been feeling it for so long that I'm used to experiencing it with him; but now having the knowledge from Allison about how he looks at me and combining it with the slight jealousy I was experiencing with Lydia minutes ago... I know that it's extremely likely that I have feelings for him.

"Forgive me? I hate when you're mad at me," he asked with a small smile. He looked beyond adorable and I couldn't find it within myself to deny him what he wanted. 

I nodded once, "Okay, you're forgiven."

"It's the same."

"Oh my God!" Stiles and I shouted at the same time. Scott had appeared out of nowhere and literally broke us apart as we jumped out of the chairs we had been sitting in. I was so lost in the conversation and thoughts of Stiles that I didn't even see Scott approaching us.

Scott glanced at the two of us oddly, "You guys okay?"

"Yeah, fine. Are you sure it's the same?" Stiles asked, quickly changing the subject back to the body rather than having it on himself and I.

Scott nodded, "Positive."

"So that means he did bury the other half of the body on his property." Stiles concluded, glancing at my brother. 

"Which means we have proof that he killed the girl." Scott added.

"Hang on, what is happening? Who hid what body?" I asked in bewilderment. I was under the assumption that the police had the first half of the body in custody from when they found it that night and we were going out looking for the other half. Who the hell are Scott and Stiles talking about that hid the other half of the body?

Scott glared at Stiles, "You didn't tell her?"

"I was going too!" Stiles argued before glancing at me awkwardly, "We got distracted talking about other stuff."

My eyes widened, "What the hell did you two just drag me into?"

"Condensed version? We're like 99% sure that Derek is who killed the girl and we think he hid part of the body on his property so we need to find it so he we can get him arrested so I can play in the game on Saturday." my brother stated as we walked towards the exit.

This information had my head spinning, "When the hell did this happen?"

"Not important," Stiles stated as he grabbed a hold of Scott's arm to stop him, "Scott, are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn't?" 

From what Scott had just said to me, it sounded like it was because he wanted to play in the game and Derek was obviously attempting to prevent him from doing so. Then again, I could be wrong and Scott could have left something out because he did say it was the condensed version of the story so it could be anything.

"There were bite marks on the legs, Stiles. Bite marks." Scott replied.

Stiles nodded once,"Okay then, we're going to need some shovels."

"Why the hell do we need shovels?" I groaned as they pushed me out the door.

✢

Apparently, once again letting Stiles devise a plan, had led us to digging up a body at Derek Hale's rundown house in the woods. I was currently holding a flashlight and freezing my ass off while Scott and Stiles dug in the ground where Scott had said he smelled the blood. It wasn't too hard to find either, since there had been a mound of dirt just sitting there on top of it.

I sighed while I watched them increase the size of the hole, "Did it not occur to you, that the last time you two went searching for a dead body things went terribly wrong and Scott got bit by a werewolf?" 

Stiles jerked his head up to glare at me, "Yeah, yes, it occurred to me."

"So, then it also must have occurred to you that things could go terribly wrong again this time, correct?" I added as I rose an eyebrow in question.

He groaned as he started digging once again, Scott seemed to agree with what I was saying because he was now scanning the dark wooded area surrounding us. At least he has heightened senses, so if something were to attack us he would be able to hear it before it got here. That gave us a slight advantage, I suppose. Now, if it was another werewolf coming to bite someone else, we might not be so lucky as to get away from it.

"Yeah, Stiles what if he comes back?" Scott finally asked the question that had been on his mind as he glanced around the dark house.

"Then he comes back?" Stiles huffed out as he shoveled some dirt aside, not letting Scott distract him from actually digging up the body.

My brother groaned, "And what if he catches us?"

"I have a plan for that," Stiles responded as he stopped shoveling to look at my brother, who appeared to be more nervous than Stiles or myself.

I rose an eyebrow curiously, "And that plan consists of?"

"We all run different directions, whoever he catches first... too bad." Stiles shrugged.

I groaned, "Well I think that's a stupid plan, Scott has like... werewolf speed, and you play Lacrosse! I'm at a total disadvantage!"

Stiles pondered over my statement for a moment before sighing, "Alright, fine. Scott you run in one direction, Kasey and I will run in the other. Happy?"

"No. How will being with you help at all? You'll still be running faster." I dead-panned as I crossed my arms over my chest.

Stiles let out a sigh and glanced at me seriously, "I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

"Hey I think I got something." my brother huffed, obviously trying to pick up the pace in this mission so we could get out of here before Derek actually did come back.

Stiles and Scott dropped to their knees and began to brush the dirt aside to reveal a dirty sheet with a bunch of rope tied around it. I think they just found the dead body. Scott was watching the area intently while Stiles fiddled with the knots, he looked like he was having difficulty. I set the flashlight outside of the hole and clambered down inside beside Stiles.

"Hurry!" Scott hissed.

Stiles huffed, "I'm trying! Did he have to tie this into like nine-thousand knots?"

"Here," I said gently as I grabbed his hands to stop them from moving, "let me try."

He nodded once and took a small step back, allowing me to have more space as I pulled at the knots methodically. Scott and Stiles used to tie my shoelaces together all the time and would leave me to sit on the porch and attempt to undo them while they ran off and left me behind. I've had quite a bit of practice untying things. Which is why, moments later I had every single knot undone. 

Stiles was standing behind me and I could feel how close he was, his body heat was hitting the small of my back and I knew it was because his hand was hovering in that general area. As soon as Scott turned back around to see I had untied everything he went to work pulling the ropes off the sheet. As soon as he pulled the sheet off, we realized that whatever was inside of it wasn't human.

We all screamed and jumped out of the hole. Stiles' arm was wrapped around my waist and I had my fingers lactated around the collar of his shirt. I didn't want to let go, and apparently neither did he. I didn't mind having his arm around me, it was warm and I felt safe. I never understood what people meant when they said that. Like, when their significant other held them in their arms they felt like nothing could hurt them... I'm starting to understand it now.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles hissed as he tightened his grip on me. I wasn't going to complain because I was closer to him than before and I was loving every second of this.

"That's a wolf." Scott said slowly, obviously not understanding what he was looking at.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, I can see that! I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood?"

"I told you something was different." Scott shrugged.

Stiles then released me as he went to grab his flashlight and I had to suppress the urge to whine like a child because he wasn't holding me against him anymore. I let out a sigh as I mimicked his actions and picked up my flashlight, and then dusted the dirt off of my jeans. As I went to stand up, I noticed that my flashlight had been laying next to a purple flower. A single purple flower. Why would Derek have one perfectly healthy purple flower planted beside the hole where he buried a dead wolf?

Without thinking I pulled the flower out of the ground, only to find that it was attached to some sort of rope, "What the hell?" 

I took a step backwards and tugged on the rope with some force and then more of it came out of the ground, "Uh, guys? I think I found something..." I said as I continued to backpedal while tugging on the rope.

Stiles glanced at me with wide eyes, "Where did you find that?"

"It was just planted there, and I pulled it... look at this, it's in a circle." I concluded as I had made one full circle around the body. I continued to pull on the rope while walking in the same path, the amount of rope in my arms was increasing while I continued pulling more and more of it out of the ground.

"That's wolfsbane." Stiles said to me as he started walking beside me.

"Kasey stop." Scott said quickly.

I glanced down in the hole to see that now half of a female body was laying there, instead of a wolf.

"Whoa."

✢

"Scott I don't see anything on here about wolfsbane being used for burial.." I said into the phone while my eyes continued to scan across the screen of my laptop. I had been put on research duty since I opted out on going to watch Derek's arrest.

When Scott and I got home last night, he didn't say anything except his usual 'goodnight' and then he was locked in his room. I video-chatted Stiles for a bit, trying to find anything I could about why the girl that was buried had been an actual wolf. As usual, nothing useful came up online.

"Stiles says to keep looking." Scott replied.

I groaned in annoyance while I continued to scan through the web-pages, "Why do I have to do this?"

"Because- hey!" Scott's voice was then cut off

"Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Try looking for that." Stiles voice was now on the other end of the line.

A sigh escaped me, "Stiles, I'm getting a headache from reading all of this. Most of the web-pages take me to some sick Twilight fan fictions about Edward and Jacob."

"Maybe it's a special skill, ya know? Or something you have to learn..." Stiles added, he had obviously completely ignored my previous statement.

I honestly don't even know what I'm supposed to be looking up? How exactly do I word that correctly into a search engine? If I know what it is I am trying to look up, I have no issue finding it, but since we don't know what exactly it is we are looking for, I'm having issues. I tried using keywords like wolfsbane burial, or purple wolfsbane burial, but nothing similar to what we had witnessed appeared on the pages as I was pulling up.

I could hear Scott mumble something about a To Do List on the other end, apparently he was getting just as annoyed with Stiles as I was...

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves..." Stiles said to me.

And before I could respond Scott and Stiles started shouting at each other, and I could tell that the phone was dropped onto the floor. I have no idea what started the argument due to the fact that the phone had been dropped, but now that it wasn't moving I could heard them completely fine.

"YOU KEPT IT!?"

"WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH IT?!"

"STOP THE CAR!"

The sound of tires squealing then echoed on the line and my eyes widened. Were they just in an accident? My mind was racing with things that could possibly be going wrong at this very moment. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest and I didn't hear anything on the other end of the phone. What the hell is going on?

"Stiles? Scott?!" I yelled in a panic as I stood from my desk chair, what is going on? I was gripping my cell phone tightly in my hand while I waited for some sort of response. I snatched my keys off of my desk and started to make my way to the front door, preparing myself to go and search for them.

I had made it all the way down the stairs and out the front door when Stiles finally picked the phone back up, "Kasey? Scott's gone."

✢




"I just hope he doesn't get hurt.." My mom mumbled as she pulled into the parking lot of the school, apparently Scott has been MIA since earlier this afternoon. Stiles and I both haven't been able to get a hold of him, but I have a feeling he is still gonna show up for the game tonight. Even though Derek strongly advised against it, Scott was totally determined to actually play.

I bit my lip while I glanced out the window, watching some players from the other team making their way to the field. I think they're the ones that we need to be worried about getting hurt. Scott will be completely fine, the other team not so much. Especially if they piss him off enough to trigger his transition.

"He knows what he's doing mom." I assured her as I climbed out of the car. I was trying to convince myself of this more than my mom. I had to have trust and faith in Scott, because if I didn't believe in him then that wouldn't make watching this game any easier. He should be able to do this, he just has to remain calm.

My mom and I walked to the field together and she was buzzing with excitement. I, on the other hand, was buzzing with nerves. I don't want anything to go wrong, because playing first line is really important to my brother and I don't want his chance to get ruined. Not only that, but he finally has a girl who is interested in him, and I don't want him to mess that up either. Then again, if he does end up playing and transitions on the field and possibly kills somebody, first line and his first girlfriend won't really matter anymore.

When we got to the field I navigated the stands and took a seat beside my mom. I guess I could have gone and sat by Allison, but she was beside Lydia and after the awkward interaction I had with her at the hospital, I really don't feel like attempting to talk to her again anytime soon. Plus, I really don't want to talk to Allison right now either. I'm too nervous to attempt to make small talk about my brother.

The game started and the team filed out onto the field, my eyes locked on jersey number eleven, which was Scott. He glanced over at mom and I, and we both gave him a thumbs up. I prayed silently that he would be able to do this, because if not... then we'd be facing a whole new set of problems.

A whistle sounded and the game started. Jackson and the captain of the other team squared off and started going for the ball, I thought he was too injured to play? It can't be safe for him to play with a shoulder that's separated. I stood up quickly as I watched Scott maneuver the field, my heart was beating rapidly in anticipation.

My mom was standing as well and she was clapping and whistling along with the rest of the crowd. I wish that I was as in the dark as she was, then maybe I could be enjoying the game rather than being on the verge of a panic attack. I started bouncing around nervously, an old habit that I am not very fond of, and my mom picked up on it. She placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me, "I'm sure he'll be fine, honey."

Just as the words tumbled from her lips, Scott was shoved to the ground by his own douche of a team-mate. Jackson. Or Jackass, rather. What a tool, I thought he had a separated shoulder? How in the holy hell is he able to shoulder check someone, when his shoulder is screwed up? 

"Oh my," My mom mumbled as she pulled her hands to her mouth in total shock, I wish I could say I was as shocked as she was. But, I guess after everything I've been through the past few days, seeing my brother be pushed down by his own team-mate didn't seem all that crazy too me. Seconds later, Jackson managed to score a goal and everyone in the stands started cheering loudly.

I rolled my eyes as I watched all of the people praise Jackson for being a total asshat. Coach Finstock was the worse, screaming about getting fired up and applauding Jackson for shoving Scott. My mom sighed as she clapped along with the crowd, I groaned as she elbowed me-- telling me to clap as well. This night was already off to a terrible start.

My eyes were trained on Scott as he looked at something behind where mom and I were in the stands, I slowly turned around to see Lydia and Allison holding up a sign that said 'We luv u Jackson' oh dear God. I bit down on my lip and then turned to face my mom, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." I rushed out as I made my way down the bleachers and over to Stiles, who was sitting on the bench. Technically, I wasn't allowed down there... but I doubt Coach Finstock will notice with his head so far up Jackson's ass.

I nearly tripped over some stupid Lacrosse stick as I approached the bench, but luckily I caught my footing and plopped down on the cold metal right beside Stiles. He looked even more nervous than I did, with his leg bouncing up and down quickly and he had a glove in his mouth that he was chewing on. 

"Stiles?" I said loudly as I gently tapped his shoulder. He jumped slightly as he whipped his head to the side to face me, when he realized it was me he sighed and looked back out onto the field.

"This isn't going to be good," he stated, I looked out to see Scott hunched over on the field with more breathy-smoke stuff coming from him than there should be. The referee bent down to ask him something but I couldn't understand what he was saying, he simply shrugged and walked away and then blew his whistle, releasing havoc that he had no idea was coming.

The ball was thrown up in the air and Scott, being the genius he is, jumped over a guy to retrieve it. "Oh that's just perfect," I muttered as I started to nervously bounce my own leg up and down. This was not going to end well, he is pissed and is already doing things that should be impossible for a scrawny teenager. Scott ran for the opposing team's goal and then launched the small white ball into the net. Everyone stood and started cheering loudly once again, and Stiles and myself sprung up from the bench yelling in excitement as well. The score was now 4-5 and Beacon Hills could catch up.

"To McCall! Pass to McCall!" Coach Finstock yelled as he started to parade up and down the side line. The team all seemed to think that his plan was better than whatever tactic they had been using before because they all seemed to adore Scott in this moment. The team's reset and then one of the players from the opposing team willingly passed Scott the ball, and he once again took off running.

"Did the other team just pass us the ball?" Coach asked Stiles and myself, he didn't seem to care that I was down here with the team at all. 

Stiles nodded, "Yes, I believe so Coach."

"Interesting."

The rest of the game seemed to go by just fine, Scott had scored another goal and had tied the game up and now they had 38 seconds to get another point before the game was over. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was cheering loudly as Scott once again picked up the ball and headed towards the goal. I was beginning to think that maybe this would all end okay, well that was until he crouched down in front of the two defensive players. And I knew something was going wrong.

"No, Scott. No, no, no." I muttered as Stiles and I both stood up, realizing that he was about to shift at any second. He was entirely too riled up and now he was in the red zone. And that, would not end well for anyone.

Time seemed to go by incredibly slow as he just stood there, staring at the net. I was about to start screaming I was so nervous, but then something clicked in his mind and he just whirled the ball towards the net, it skimmed right past the goalie and earned the final point. The whistle blew, and time seemed to resume at it's normal pace once again. The crowd began to cheer, and without thinking I launched myself at Stiles. We both were ecstatic that he didn't shift, and he had won the game.

"YES! YES! YES!" we chanted together loudly, everyone from the bleachers then rushed onto the field to congratulate the team and the players. I looked for my mom, but I couldn't see her in the cluster of people, so instead I sighed in exhaustion and sat down next to Stiles on the bench.

Stiles plopped down beside me and handed me his zip-up jacket, "Here, you're shivering."

"Thanks," I said quickly as I slipped the jacket on. 

The Lacrosse games at night were always cold, and I never enjoyed them much because I hate being cold. For some reason, I'm always cold though. Even when it's 90 degrees outside I can be cold. I don't know why, because Scott is the exact opposite. He's always hot all the time, even when it's supposed to be jacket weather he'll be in a t-shirt. 

"Can I try something?" he asked hesitantly. 

I quirked an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Like, something to warm you up. You're still shaking and I hate to see you being cold." he explained further. 

"I guess, yeah." I responded in confusion. 

Stiles then stood up and held his hand out for me to grab, so I did. He then opened his arms and pulled me into an embrace. Much like last night when we were standing beside each other and he had his arms around me, I craved to be close to him. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around his torso and press my cheek against his chest. I could feel his body slightly shake from a small chuckle, but he squeezed me tightly. The heat from his body warmed me instantly and I wished that I never had to let go.

Sheriff Stilinski made his way towards us and I noticed that he was on his phone and he looked deep in thought. Stiles glanced at his father oddly, "Dad? What's wrong?"

He held up a finger to silence his son as he continued his phone call, something tell's me that it is job related. After about ten minutes of standing in silence, well apart from the screams of the families of the players, and the few sentence's that Sheriff Stilinski supplied to the other end of his conversation, he finally turned to face Stiles and myself, "The other half of the body you three found, it... it was attacked by an animal, not a human. Derek Hale was released from custody twenty minutes ago. The body you found, was identified as his sister, Laura Hale."

My eyes widened and Stiles' hold on my body was gone in a matter of seconds, "Wait, Derek is out of jail? Like, right now?"

Sheriff Stilinki nodded, "Yeah."

"And the dead body was of his sister? " I asked in astonishment.

He nodded again, "Yeah."

"We have to tell Scott," I quickly grabbed on to Stiles' arm and began to drag him across the field. Where the hell did my brother go? Maybe he went to the locker room to cool off? That seem's like a reasonable theory? Either that or he's with Allison somewhere. I'm praying on the locker room theory to be correct, though.

Stiles was muttering things as I gripped his jersey tighter in my small hand. I never realized how cute he actually looked while wearing his uniform. The thought popped into my mind when I saw him sitting on the bench before I went over to him. Maybe cute isn't the right word, more like appealing. He was very appealing to me lately, and I'm starting to wish that Allison and Lydia never would have put the idea of him and I being together back into my head.

When we got to the locker room the lights were off and it was pretty much silent. Apart from the sound of lips smacking together. Oh my God. I peeked around the locker and saw my brother and Allison with their lips pressed together as they stood by the shower. I let out a sigh and glanced at Stiles, "He's with Allison."

"Kissing her?" he asked knowingly.

I nodded once in response.

"I have to get back to my dad," Allison chuckled as she pulled away and started to make her exit, not before acknowledging mine and Stiles' presence as she left, "Hey Stiles, Kasey." We both nodded at her in conformation and then sighed in relief when she left. My brother strolled over to us with a huge grin plastered onto his face, he looked like he was on cloud nine.

"She kissed me," He said goofily.

Stiles nodded, "We saw that."

"I kissed her," Scott added.

I chuckled, "We saw that too."

"I--I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back, maybe I can do this, maybe it's not that bad." Scott was grinning as he looked between Stiles and myself. He looked like a happy little puppy right now and I hate that the news that Stiles and I are about to tell him is going to ruin that happy puppy mood real quick.

I sighed, "Look, Scott I don't want to rain on your parade or anything... but Stiles' dad just got a call from the medical examiner."

He rose an eyebrow, "And?"

"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determined killer of girl to be animal not human. Derek's human not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail." Stiles replied ever so sarcastically.

Scott gawked at the two of us, "Are you kidding?"

"No, and here's the bigger kick in the ass, the dead body was identified as Laura Hale." I added as I crossed my arms over my chest, this was just a huge wrinkle in the case. Derek had to have been the one to kill the girl, he was the wolf that bit Scott, he was the murderer. Everything seemed to add up, but now, all of it just makes no sense whatsoever.

My brother gasped, "Hale?"

Stiles nodded, "Derek's sister."

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[ revised and edited ]

Bam. This chapter is the longest so far, sorry about that. Clearly splitting the episode down the middle didn't really even out the chapters all that well- entirely too much happened in the last half of the chapter.

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