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( chapter six ) ❛ berserkers ❜
EATING HER FOOD in peace, ellie twirled the noodles around her fork.
"so, uh, miguel, what did you say was your last name again?" mr. mccall asked 'miguel.' ellie looked up from her plate of food, suddenly being interested.
"oh, it's uh, juarez," stiles started off, pointing towards derek, "cinqua... tiago." ellie raised her right eyebrow while derek looked at the boy in amusement.
"that's a mouthful." stiles nodded at the man's words. "how do you spell that?"
"yeah stiles, how do you spell that? i forgot." ellie teased. stiles glared at his sister and kicked her knee from under the table. ellie yelped quietly. derek just quietly laughed, still being amused.
"phonetically." stiles answered.
derek looked towards where ellie was sitting, noticing an fbi badge.
"mr. mccall, your an fbi agent?" derek asked. rafael nodded, "he's a low level." stiles told derek.
"yeah," ellie caught on with a quick nod, "very low level. in fact, he doesn't even have a voice."
"so do you investigate murders?" derek ignored the two siblings.
"sometimes. when it's a federal crime." he nodded.
"what about fires?"
"oh my god!" ellie exclaimed looking at her fake watch that was non-existent on her wrist, "look at the time! i wonder where scott's at."
"yeah! he should be here by now! we should call scott." stiles agreed.
"what kind of fires are you talking about?" mr.mccall asked derek.
"huh?" ellie asked as stiles nervously laughed.
"do you know anything about the hale family?" miguel asked.
