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"Hey, whatcha guys doing?" Stilinski asks as he passes Stiles' room

"Homework." Stiles mumbles as he flips through the yearbook. Noah seemed to be satisfied until Brooke notices him walk back.

"It's spring break. What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, I'm just satisfying my own curiosity." Stiles mumbles

Brooke sighs as Noah closes the book, "We brought Harris in this morning for questioning. They brought him in."

"And?"

"And they're working on a warrant to arrest him for the murders."

"For all of them?" Brooke asks

"Enough of them."

"With what proof?" Stiles asks

"You remember the couple at the trailer? Tire tracks nearby match Harris's car."

"W- that's not enough." Stiles say opening the yearbook, but Noah closes it again.

"The same car was also seen outside the hospital where the pregnant wife was killed. It's got some bumper sticker on it, a quote from Einstein."

Brooke sits up, "Wait, what quote?"

"Something about imagination and knowledge."

"Imagination is more important than knowledge, yeah. I saw the same car parked outside the rave." Stiles sighs

"That means you're a witness. You're gonna have to give a statement."

"But, what about the concert promoter, Kara? She wasn't in Harris's class, right? I mean, what does Mr. Lahey have to do with Harris?"

"It doesn't matter. The tire tracks put Harris at the site of three murders. That's damning evidence."

"No, it's not enough." Stiles says flipping the book open again

"I- I thought you hated this guy."

"I don't hate him, all right? He hates me. And, you know, if he'd killed them all, then yeah, lock the psycho up. But there's something missing. There's gotta be something missing."

"Hey. Hey." Noah starts, "You guys don't have to solve this for me."

Brooke shrugs, "We have to do something."

After finding out that their dad got fired for what they did to Jackson, the twins felt they had no choice, but to help him get it back. Noah's eyes soften as he looks at her. His eyes trail down to the book before he frowns. Stiles sits up noticing his expression, "What?"

"Look at the swim team."

Brooke and Stiles look down at the team and notice a few of the members were people that had been murdered. Stiles' eyes trail down to another box.

"Dad, the coach."

"It's Isaac's dad." Brooke mumbles

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Brooke sighs as she rings the doorbell. She looks to her left and frowns, "Is the gift really necessary?"

"Obviously." Stiles groans as he adjusts his grip on the box. The door opens and Stiles smiles at Lydia, "Happy Birthday!"

Lydia's brows raise as Brooke walks in, "Happy birthday."

Lydia smiles at her before she walks to the back. Lydia turns back toward Stiles who was struggling to bring the gift in. Lydia turns away as he groans, "Don't forget to try the punch."

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"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles asks as he and Scott walk to the backyard

"No. Seen Allison?"

"No, but we should probably tell her what we found."

"I'm still kind of not sure what we found."

"Brooke and I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool."

"So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?"

"Hated the swim team. Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing though? What haven't we thought of?" Stiles says as they make it to the backyard. Allison and Brooke walk over to them.

"Uh, Jackson's not here." Allison says

"Yeah, no one's here." Brooke says crossing her arms

"Maybe it's just early." Scott suggests

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob." Stiles says

"Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks." Allison says

"She's completely ignored Stiles the past ten years." Brooke chuckles

Stiles huffs, "I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet."

"We don't owe her a party." Scott says

"What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison says

"Normal?"

"She wouldn't be the town whackjob if it wasn't for us."

"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here." Scott sighs

"Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going." Scott nods

Brooke furrows her brows, "Who?"

"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."

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Scott and Stiles finally got people to the party and Lydia seemed to be finally enjoying herself as she mingled around with different guests. Brooke, Scott, and Stiles stood off to the side with drinks in their hands.

"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?" Stiles asks

"Why should I apologize?" Scott says

"Because you're the guy. It's, like, what we do." Stiles shrugs

"But I didn't do anything wrong."

"Then you should definitely apologize. See, any time a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong. Right Brooke?"

Brooke looks over as the two boys turn to her, "I mean, yeah, but Allison could apologize, too."

"Okay, did Isaac apologize?"

"No." Brooke mumbles before sipping from her drink

Stiles jaw goes slack, "You're not helping."

Scott turns to Stiles with his brows raised, "I'm not apologizing."

"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?"

"Probably. Why do you care, anyway?"

"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. I'm in love with a nutjob. And if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

"Don't stab yourself in the face." Brooke says sitting up

"Why not?"

"Because Jackson's here." She says. Both boys turn as Jackson walks into the backyard. His eyes land on them before Lydia walks over and hands him a drink.

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Brooke was on her second drink of the night. She made sure to keep her eye on her friends and brother incase Jackson tried pulling something. She turns as she finishes filling up her cup. A frown instantly takes over her face.

"Dad?" She mumbles

Noah turns and chuckles darkly, "Of course."

"What are you doing here?"

"You're everywhere, aren't you?"

"What are you-"

"If it wasn't bad enough that your mom had to leave, she left me with the constant reminder that she's gone." He spits. Brooke's frown deepens as he stumbles forward, "Every time I look at you, I see her. Every time."

Brooke's eyes begin to water, "Dad-"

"I just can't stand to look at you." He says, "All I feel is pain when I look at you. I just want you gone."

"I-" Brooke stammers as she cowers away

"Forever."

Brooke lets out a gasp as she stumbles upright. A tear falls down her cheek as she looks around. Her dad was gone and it seemed as if he was never there. She lets out a choked breath as she sets her cup down on the drink table.

"Brooke?" The girl swings around as Scott steps in front of her. His eyes widen at her tear stained cheeks, "Are you okay?"

"I-" She starts as she continues looking around. Scott turns in search of what could've shaken her up so badly. He turns back around as she sniffles, "Something's wrong."

"I know. I was looking for you and Stiles to let you know." He says. He places a hand on her arm, "Everything's gonna be okay. Are you alright?"

"Yeah." She mumbles wiping her cheek, "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Okay." Scott nods, "Let's go find Stiles."

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"Stiles, look at me. Drink the water." Scott tries as he shakes Stiles, "Stiles, drink it."

"Stiles, something's happening, and we need you to sober up right now." Brooke groans as Stiles' eyes shut

"Come on, Stiles."

"What do you think you are doing?" A girl says as she kneels beside them "You want to sober him up fast, that's not the way to do it."

"You can do better?" Scott asks

"I can do best, boy." She says before she grabs Stiles' shirt and dunks him into the fountain next to them. Brooke's jaw drops as she pulls him back up, "Whoo! How do you feel?"

"Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl." Stiles breathes

"He's sober." She nods

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After getting Stiles to sober up, the teens were now searching for Allison and Lydia. Brooke eventually made her way back to the backyard after failing to find the girls. She lets out a sigh as she walks over to the boys.

"I can't find her."

"Me either." Stiles says before turning to Scott, "And, dude, anyone who drank that crap, they're freaking out."

The teens turn towards the pool as a kid jumps in. Another yells as he jumps in after him.

"I can see that." Scott mumbles

"What the hell do we do?" Brooke asks

"I don't know, but we gotta-"

"I can't swim!" Matt yells as a teen drags him to the pool, "No, no, no, no, stop, guys! I can't swim! I can't swim! I can't- I can't-"

He's cut off by the teens tossing him in. His arms wave above him as he struggles to keep himself afloat. Seconds later, Jackson reaches in and pulls him out. Matt gasps as he stands up and looks around him. All of the teens eyes were on him as he shivered.

"What are you looking at?" He yells before his eyes land on Scott, Stiles, and Brooke. He frowns deeply as he walks towards them. Scott and Stiles step aside for him as he walks out.

"The cops are here. Party's over!" A teen yells sending everyone into a frenzy

"Come on, we gotta go." Stiles says

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