Let Me Love You

Getting The Boy Out

Derek and I meet Scott's friend Stiles at the police station and we hop in his jeep.

"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my fathers office. The problem is getting past the front desk," the buzz cut boy says.

"I'll distract her," Derek goes to get out of the jeep.

"Woah, woah, woah! You? You're not going in there!" Stiles grabs his arm, Derek looks between Stiles and his hand, "I'm taking my hand off."

I roll my eyes, "Stiles, Derek could charm her with his increasingly difficult to understand sarcastic comments."

"I was exonerated," Derek states, ignoring my comment.

"You're still a person of interest," Stiles says, also ignoring my comment.

"An innocent person," Derek states.

Stiles scoffs, "You? Yeah! Right!"

Derek glares at him.

"Okay fine. What's your plan?" he asks.

"To distract her," Derek says as if it's not already obvious.

"Well how? By punching her in the face? Argh!" He makes a very pathetic werewolf's face that only I can see because of the rear view mirror.

Derek sarcastically laughs, "By talking to her."

"Okay, alright. Give me a sample. What are you gunna open with?" Stiles asks as I lean back in my seat. Oh this is about to get good! Derek never was one to be all that great at flirting.

Derek sighs, rolls his eyes and just looks at Stiles.

Stiles sighs in reply, "Dead silence, that should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

"I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

Stiles' jaw falls slack and I giggle. We follow Derek inside, hiding in the doorway. I follow him as he sneaks past the woman at the desk. We run straight to an office, which I assume would be his father's.

"Stiles! Hurry up! Someone's coming," I whisper with my ear to the slightly open door, listening with my hightened hearing.

"They're not here," he sighs.

"What?!" I whisper yell.

"Come on," he tugs my arm so that we're back out in the hallway. The smell of blood hits me.

"Look," I point to the smears of blood on the ground and we follow then.

Stiles almost runs into one of the deputies, "Ahh. Oh sorry, just looking-"

All three of us look at the broken arrow in his right leg and Stiles goes to run, "Oh sh-"

The deputy grabs him, loping his left arm underneath Stiles' with a syringe with some sort of liquid and his right hand over Stiles' mouth, pulling him down the hallway backward.

"Let him go!" I whip my claws out and go after him. Stiles pulls the fire alarm as I kick the arrow deeper in his leg. The deputy stumbles but continues to pull Stiles into the room with all of the holding cells.

One door is hanging wide open.

"Great," I state as a teenager, who I assume would be Isaac, goes after the deputy. He throws the hunter's head against the wall, knocking him out as Derek smashes the glass syringe.

Isaac takes one look at Stiles and proceeds to go after him next. Derek and I both step in, going full wolf on him and growling. He shrinks back against the wall, trying to hide as he turns back to normal.