Dynasty

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It had been a slow night for their father so Stiles and Yelena had joined their dad for a ride along in the cruiser. Or in Yelena's case, she was trying to bribe him with drive-thru food after being fired from the video store for walking out on her shift. Although, she wasn't really enjoying being squished in the middle of her dad and brother.

"Mm. Did they forget my curly fries?" The sheriff asked between chewing his burger.

"You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones." Yelena reminded him whilst he just pulled a face

"Well, I'm carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries."

"If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong," Stiles told him.

Their dad just looked at Yelena for help as he went to grab one of her fires

"Uh-uh!" She said slapping his hand away, "You're not having mine."

Their dad sighed "I thought you were trying to get back into my good books."

"I am, by buying our food. With the little money I earned."

"So basically this is all the money you made." Stiles teased, but his sister just glared at him and punched his arm

"Ow! Dad!"

She was dying to yell at him that the reason she didn't have her job was all his fault but knew that it would be hard to explain to their dad so settled for hitting him again

"Kids stop-" Before he could finish telling them off, the police radio went off

"Unit one, do you copy?"

The three of them looked at the radio. Stiles automatically went to grab it, but their dad smacked his hand away and shot him a look.

"Sorry," Stiles mumbled as he sank back into his seat, shoveling fries into his mouth, and making Yelena laugh.

"Unit one, copy." Their dad replied in a serious voice

"Got a report of a possible 187." The dispatch told him.

"A murder?" Stiles exclaimed, practically choking on his fries as he sat up. Their dad shook his head and drove to the crime scene

"Stay here." He told them, well mostly to Stiles as he got out of the car to the frantic crime scene "Paul, let's get this area locked up."

"Told you things are more exciting now." He told his sister who shrugged and slurped her drink, eyeing all the police tape and the crowd of people.

"Typical that it's the place I used to work. Imagine if I was still working here, I could have got danger money."

"Or be killed." Her brother pointed out.

She just shrugged and watched the scene unfold

Stiles's eyes widened as he whispered, "Oh, no way."

"What?" She asked as she watched him staring at two teenagers. She frowned when she saw how heated the boy was getting with their dad "he seems like a tool."

Stiles smiled at his sister in amusement "His name is Jackson, and he is."

"Isn't that Lydia?" Yelena asked, recognizing the strawberry blonde girl that Stiles had been pining over since he was a kid "Stiles?"

By this point stiles was no longer listening as he opened the car, lingering at the door and glaring at Jackson, who was screaming insults at their father. He rolled his eyes and ended up locking his eyes onto something else