"The stock market is based on two principles. What are they?" Scott and I raised our hands, though Finstock noticed his first. "Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?" He asked, completely ignoring my hand. I frowned and dropped it as Scott cleared his throat.

"Uh, no, Coach. I know the answer." Finstock howled with laughter, Scott's heart spiking with embarrassment for a moment.

"Soooo serious." Coach mused, and Scott glared at him.

"Yes. Risk and reward." He answered, Finstock's eyes widening with disbelief before laughing again.

"Wow! Who are you? And what have you done to McCall? Don't answer that. I like you better. I like you better. Does anybody have a quarter? A quarter."

Stiles raised his finger up, digging through his pocket and whipping out a quarter, which in turn also made him drop a condom.

My eyes widened for a moment as Stiles heart rate was now falling off the rails and I covered my mouth to hide my grin of amusement.

"Uh... Stilinski, I think you dropped this." Coach bent down and handed him the condom back. "And, congratulations."

Stiles gave me a horrified look as he shoved the condom into his backpack, Finstock grabbing his mug and setting it on the ground, holding the quarter up to show everyone. "Risk and reward. Put the quarter in the mug, win the reward. Okay, watch coach." Finstock turned to face the mug, throwing the quarter into the ground. The class watched as it flew into the air, landing until he mug and we all clapped. "That's how you do it. Okay uhhh... Danny. Risk, reward."

"What's the reward?" Danny asked as Coach smirked.

"You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow." He grinned, and Danny frowned.

"Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it." Danny stated as Finstock glared at him.

"Danny, you know, I really expect more from you at this point. Really. McCall. Risk, reward. The risk: If you don't put that quarter in the mug, you have to take the pop... the... the quiz. And... and you have to write an essay. Risk, more work. Reward... No work at all. Or choose not to play."

"But isn't that just by chance?" Scott asked as I shrugged.

"Everything is by chance, Scott. You have a 50/50 chance of making the quarter in the mug. 50/50 chance of making it on the lacrosse team. And Stiles over here had the chance of embarrassing himself today." I grabbed Stiles shoulder and squeezed it, causing him to laugh awkwardly.

"Alright then, Dean. Why don't you give it a shot the ?" I turned to coach as he waved the quarter around. I sighed, standing up and walking up to the front of the class, grabbing the quarter.

I stared down at the mug, eyes shifting back and forth from the ground, to the cup, to the quarter. I fixed my position and practically slammed the quarter down, watching as it swirled into the mug.

"Atta boy! No work for you." Coach patted my back as the class clapped, a sly grin appearing on my face as I walked back to my seat.

"So? Whose up next?"

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"Dean, you were the last person to see Heather. That makes you a prime suspect." The Sheriff said as he crossed his arms. I gasped in shock, standing up.

"Suspect? I thought she went back upstairs with her friends! I didn't even know her." I asked as Noah shook his head.

"I know, Dean. And that's why I'm trying to get everyone off your case. But... they think that with everything that has happened to you—" I scoffed, clicking my tongue.

"They think that because I became not only an o Ly child but an orphan in the same year, that I snapped and took it out on someone?" I asked, and Noah scratched his neck.

"I— I know you're a good kid, Dean. And I know you'd never harm anyone without reason. So I just need to know if you have any idea where she could be."

"I told you. I don't know her, don't care about her. I don't know where she is."

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I stared down at the metal tub full of ice and plants, sticking my finger in and reeling it back, hissing at how cold it was. "That's pretty cold for an ice bath."

"Isaac's heart needs to slow down to the point of death in order for this to work." Deaton explained as Isaac laughed nervously.

"But it's safe though... right?" Deaton gave the blonde a serious look.

"Do you want me to answer that honestly?"

"No... no not really." Everyone's heads turned around the sound of rubber snapping, looking to see Stiles slipping a long glove on. He paused, turning to look at all of us.

"What?" He asked as Derek glared at him, and he ripped it off, walking back over.

"Look. If it feels too risky, you don't have to do it." Derek told Isaac in a calming voice, which seemed to somewhat soothe him for the time being. Isaac shook his head as I grabbed his shoulders.

"You ready?" I asked and he hesitated, slowly working up the courage to nod. "Okay.... On 3. Count with me?"

Isaac cleared his throat. "One—" I plunged him into the water, gasping at how cold the water was as Isaac  grabbed my arm and squeezed it.

And eventually, his hand let go, my arms still deep in the water as I held him down.

"So... how long is he supposed to stay in there?" Stiles asked as Deaton sighed.

"A while. Now just remember. Only I talk to him. Any other voices will confuse him and pull him out. Understand?" Everyone nodded as Isaac still laid motionless as if he had drowned.

For a while, Deaton and Isaac talked, and then Derek became antsy and started asking questions, trying to be hushed by Deaton who was simply ignored.

My eyes became droopy as their voices rang in and out, tired of holding Isaac down and my arms had become numb from the cold water.

"A vault! It's a bank vault! I saw it! I saw the name. It's, uh... B-beacon hills first national bank. It's, um... it's an abandoned bank, and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault." Isaac mumbled, his voice still see with worry.

His eyes shot open and he sat up quickly. I yelled as a large splash of water hit my stomach. "Hey!" I yelled, pulling the shirt forward so I wouldn't freeze.

Everyone looked at Isaac, who returned the odd facial expressions. "What?"

"You don't remember what you said right before you came out of it, do you?" Stiles asked as Isaac shook his head.

"No..."

"You said when they captured you that they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it." Isaac frowned in confusion, clearly having no recollection of ever saying that.

"What body?" Isaac asked, slowly getting out of the tub as I wrapped him in a towel and he muttered a thank you.

"Erica. You said the body was Erica."