𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

The Jeep comes to a stop outside the Sheriffs department, my brothers bike stopping next to us. Kira and Scott walk up to the drivers window while Stiles leans out, holding out a few keycards.

"Okay, this one will get you into all of the perimeter doors, this one into the evidence room, and this one's for my father's office" Stiles explains.

"You didn't steal these, did you?" Scott asks.

"No. I cloned them using the RFID emulator" Stiles answers.

"Is that worse than stealing?" Scott questions curiously.

"Definitely" I nod.

"It's smarter" Stiles argues.

"Still worse" I shrug.

"Scott, can I ask you something?" Kira asks and Scott nods, the two walking a little away.

"Okay, we'll just..." Stiles drawls off, falling back into his seat as he drums his thumbs on the steering wheel.

They chat for a short couple minutes before walking back over to us.

"Okay. So, now almost everybody's out dealing with the blackout. But there's always somebody at the front desk. There's Dispatch and usually a night shifter or two" Stiles tells the pair "You guys are gonna use the service door entrance by the dumpster. All right? Nobody uses it. Now, I'll text you if anyone comes out. But, Scott, if you get caught, I can't help you. My dad's under investigation for an impeachment because of your dad, so, if anything happens I will run and leave you both for dead"

"Got it. Thanks" Scott nods "Seriously, dude"

"I'd ask my dad, but you know..." Stiles shrugs.

"No, I know. I get it" Scott assures him.

"All right, just, uh, hurry up" Stiles states.

They both nod and make their way towards the service entrance. I kick my heel clad feet up on the dashboard and cross my bare arms over my white top covered chest, my green leather skirt sliding up my thighs slightly.

The feeling of eyes burning into me causes me to turn my head to Stiles who quickly looks away, pretending to looking out the side window. I roll my eyes with a smile and watch him closely as he toys with the console right next to my leg, his knuckles grazing my skin a couple times.

I take my feet off the dash, the action making my thigh press against the back of his hand and he turns his head to me, looking down at his hand but I pretend not to notice.

"You good, Stilinski?" I ask him.

"I-I'm fine" He nods, looking at me and his honey brown eyes bore into my darker brown pair.

I open my mouth to ask him if he's sure but I'm interrupted by car headlights shining right at us. Squinting my eyes, I look at the car and spot my father in the driver seat.

"Ah, hell" Stiles huffs, grabbing his phone to text Scott "Come on, Scott"

"Stiles, we have to do something" I snap as I watch my dad enter the building.

"Okay, I'm so going to regret this" He sighs, jumping out the car.

I follow his actions, running after him as he races into the station after my father.

"Hey, hey! Wow! Thank God you are here" Stiles shouts, standing in front of the office door so my dad can't get past "Oh, boy! Thank the Lord"

I stand next to the Stilinski boy, my hands behind my back as I stand up straight, much like a soldier is taught in the army. My dad always hated slouching.

"What do you want, Stiles?" Dad asks.

"I was just- I was thinking on the case. I was thinking I should clue you in on my thinking" Stiles stammers "Here's my thinking. I was thinking this...I was thinking that Barrow, right- Barrow received the information about who to kill at the school, right, you know that? So I was thinking maybe the person who gave him that information, check this out, might actually be someone at the school"

Stiles taps my father's chest twice and I grimace at the look on the man's face.

"And that's, uh, my thinking" Stiles adds.

"Hmm. You're right" Dad tells the boy and my eyes widen.

"I am?" Stiles asks in surprise.

"Yep. We, uh...We started looking for links between Barrow, faculty and students last night" My dad explains.

"So you already, then, know that stuff?" Stiles questions.

"Hmm" My dad nods.

"You already thought of that" Stiles quips.

"Your dad did" Dad corrects.

"Oh" Stiles mutters.

"His one useful suggestion" Dad declares before swiping his keycard on the door, the red light turning green.

"You know, this attitude that you have towards my dad? You can dress it up to all the professional disapproval that you want. But I know the real reason why you don't like him" Stiles declares and I frown in confusion.

"Is that so?" My dad chuckles.

"Yeah. Because he knows something that you don't want him to know" Stiles reveals with a straight face "And guess what. I know it too"

"Dad, what is he talking about?" I speak up.

"Go home" My dad demands "There's a- There's a curfew"

My dad walks into the office and I turn to Stiles.

"Stiles, what the hell are you talking about?" I question the boy.

"Don't worry about it, Natalia" He replies before walking away from me.

I chase after the boy, reaching the Jeep to see him leaning against it but before I can question him further, my brother runs up to us with Kira.

"We did it. All the pics deleted" Scott says cheerily.

"That was awesome!" Kira squeals and Stiles looks at her in surprise "I mean, terrifying. Completely terrifying...but kind of awesome. I've never anything like that before. Have you?"

"Yeah, once or twice" Stiles smiles.

"All the time" I answer and Kira smiles with an impressed look.

"So, I guess I should take you home" Scott announces and she nods in response.

They both climb onto the bike and I hop into the Jeep with Stiles.

"Do you wanna go to a party?" I ask curiously.

"I- uh, sure" Stiles smiles.