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Stiles seemed to have a knack for getting pulled into an interrogation with Agent McCall. Not that he was doing it on purpose, but running with wolves and always having to save people from dying does that to a person.
"So when did you get there?" Agent McCall addressed Stiles first.
"At the same time." If Stiles was going to do this thing again he was going to have fun with it.
"Same time as who?"
"Same time as me." Agent McCall may have been Scotts father but he didn't seem too impressed with Scott answering when it was clear he wasn't being talked to.
"By coincidece?"
"What do you mean coincidence?" Agen McCall raised his eyebrow at Stiles
"That's what i'm asking you, the two of you arrived at the same time. Was that coincidence?"
"Are you asking me?" Scott was legitimately confused while Stiles was having fun.
"I think he's asking me." Agent McCall gave Stiles a look of frustration before Lydia spoke up.
"I think he's askiing both of you."
"okay, let me answer the questions" Agent McCall sighed deeply at his mistake before correcting himself,"let me ask the questions" pausing a moment as Stiles winked at him. Like the sarcasm, the wit, didn't do things to him. He continued on, "So I get this absolutely clear, Barrow was hiding in the chemistry closet at the school. Someone left him a coded message on the blackboard telling him to kill Kira then Barrow took Kira to a power sub station and tied her up with the intent to electrocute her, which blacked out the entire town.."
"Sounds about right." Agent McCall loved the witty banter Stiles came up with sometimes. But right now it was pissing him off.
"How'd you know he'd take her to a power station?" He asked in a challenge., to which Stiles answered,
"Well because he was an electrical engineer..so where else would he take her?" Stiles spoke as if it was obvious.
"That's one hell of a deduction there Stiles." Stiles and he both knew he was lying, but they just let it go.
"Yea well what can I say I take after my pops, he's in law enforcement" Before looking over McCalls shoulder and winking at his father seated in the desk behind him. The Sheriff started to chuckle, but covered it up with a cough.
"Stiles just uh, just answer the man"
Sighing before he answered, "We made a good guess"
Accepting that he turned to Scott and Kira.
"What where the two of you doing?"
The both of them looked at each other before answer at the same time, "eating pizza" "eating sushi"
Agent McCall gave another sigh before they answered again. This time with each others answer.
"Eating sushi" "eating pizza"
They both looked at each other this time as they spoke, slowly "Eating sushi and pizza"
Agent McCall turned to face the Sheriff, "Do you believe this?"
"To be honest I haven't believed a word out of Stiles since he learned how to speak, but I think these kids found themselves in the right place at the right time and that girl sitting there is very lucky for it." No one noticed the slight look, when McCall turned back to face them, the look he gave Stiles that said 'not even your father would believe you' it made Stiles shiver. His father had just unknowingly gave this man information that, even though he was mostly kidding, the seed of doubt has been planted. Stiles will think about it constantly 'my father would never believe me. no one would.' A seed of doubt Rafael will no doubt water.
"Kira is that how you remember it?" McCall brought Stiles from his thought by returning to his questions. The question in particular had everyone shifting and turning to face her, awaiting her answer.
"Yes, can i get my phone back now?"
"Sorry but no." That was all that Agent McCall had to ask before leaving Stiles and his father alone in the room and escorting Kira out.
Stiles turned from his father and saw Rafael talking to Scott just outside the office. He didn't worry to much, Scott would tell him if he needs to. Right now he just wanted to go home and get some sleep.
The next day at school was relatively normal, for him anyway. Nothing weird. No murderers or sacrifices. No Alpha wolves trying to eat him or maim him. No best friends dad trying to-
"Stiles, we need a favour." Scott just had to wreck his day. And it was going so well.
Stiles let out a small sigh before answering, "What d'you need buddy?"
"I need a way into the police station evidence room."
"Scott. Buddy. Pal o'mine. Everything needs a key card now you know?"
"Yea but.." Scott was doing the face. The puppy eyes face. Goddamnit.
"Ohmygod. Fine. I'll do it. My dad won't be at the station because of the whole impeachment thing," Stiles knew it was fair to blame Scott, but he couldn't help the joy he felt when Scott flinched slightly at his words, "but if we go there around 11 your dad shouldn't be there either. Got it?"
"Yea. Thanks alot Stiles."
"yea yea." Stiles started to walk away from class and outside to his jeep, if this was going to get done by tonight he would need to leave now. So much for a normal day.
When Stiles pulled up beside Scott's bike he didn't get out. He wasn't doing that. Not tonight. He's gotten his father in enough trouble.
Stiles got out the security cards and held the first one out to Scott who was walking over the Stiles window.
"Okay, this one will get you into all the perimeter doors," Waiting for Scott to take it before handing him the second,
"This one to the evidence room," and thirdly "this one for my fathers office."
Scott looked at the cards a moment before back to Stiles, "You didn't steal these did you?"
"No, I just cloned them, using an RFID simulator." Scott looked back to the cards.
"Is that worse than stealing?"
"Its smarter." Stiles took pride in the fact that Scott looked impressed with that notion, before Kira dragged him away to speak privately. Stiles, a little offended at the move.
"Okay..I'll just.." Sighing he sat back to wait, it's not like he was risking his fathers job or anything for this girl, that people are trying to murder.
When they finally came back Stiles resumed his plan, "Okay, so. Now almost everybody is out dealing with this blackout, but there is always somebody at the front desk, dispatch, usually a night shifter or two, but you're going to use the service door entrance by the dumpster, nobody uses it. Now i'll text you if anyone comes out, but Scott. If you get caught I can't help you, with my dads under investigation for impeachment because of your dad, I will run and leave you both for dead."
"Got it. Thanks, seriously dude"
"I'd ask my dad though but-"
"No, I know, I get it" Stiles was a little taken aback by how serious Scott was being right now, he loved him. He did. They were brothers but, sometimes Stiles wondered...What would happen if Stiles ever said no.
"Alright well uh, just hurry up." Sitting back in his seat worrying his nails he watched the two of them walk inside.
He doesn't know how long he's been waiting, all they had to do was delete a picture. It shouldn't take so long. Maybe they were seen by front desk? Maybe someone came in the room? Optimism was not working well with Stiles today. Especially not now. Not that he was watching Agent Rafael McCall pull up by the service entrance doors and go inside them.
"aw hell." At first he text Scott, warning him but nothing would stop him except, "Oh I am so going to regret this" He pushed out the door of his jeep before running inside after the man. He didn't have enough time to think of a plan, or what to say, he just hoped to god that this conversation was one he could afford for Scott to over hear.
"Thank god, you are here" Stiles was only slightly out of breath, and it wasn't from running, "Thank the lord."
"What do you want Stiles?" Rafael may have sounded annoyed but Stiles knew better.
"I was uh, thining, on a case," Stiles had reached his arm out fingertips brushing against the fabric of Rafaels blazer. Stiles wasn't thinking to much about it but enough to pull his and away. Before he started to ramble, repeating his words until he thought of something, anything, and what he thought of was probably the dumbest, most obvious theory ever, but it would buy him the time he needed so he ran with it
"So I was thinking, here's my thinking, I was thinking, i should clue you in, so here's my thinking, I was thinking this," Stiles hands were flailing everywhere, more out of habit then nervousness, but that also didn't help.
"That Barrow, right, Barrow recieved the information about who to kill at the school, right, you know that, so I was thinking that the person who gave him that information, check this out, might actually be someone, at the school." Stiles knew he sounded like an idiot. He knew Rafa knew he knew, and just let him talk anyway.
"And that's, my thinking" Stiles poked Rafa in the chest with his finger as if to get his point across, causing Rafa to look down at sadi finger, watching it poke him two, three more times before looking back at Stiles.
"Huh." Rafa started to nod his head, "Yea you're right." Stiles knew he was right, though he was sprouting giberish, it was a legitimate theory.
"I am?"
"We started looking for links between Barrow, faculty, and students last night." Well at least the guy is doing his job.
"So you already then know that stuff, you already thought of that."
"Mm, your dad did, his one useful suggestion." Rafa gaves Stiles a knowing look as he reached around him to try for the door.
Stiles moved slightly in his way to stop him, “Hey, 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 you don’t like him.”
Rafa raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Yeah,” Stiles responded, never breaking eye contact. “Because he knows something you don’t want him to know.”
Rafa scoffed.
“And guess what? I know it too.” Rafa leaned forward again as if to go around only this time when he went to reach for what Stiles thought was the door, Rafas' hand landed on his shoulder instead. A firm grip, maybe a little more than firm, Rafa was obviously trying to intimidate him.
"Oh do you?" Rafa was leaning closer now, mouth at Stiles ear before he whispered, "Come on Stiles tell me. What is it you know?" Rafas' thumb was rubbing Stiles arm in a mock gesture of comfort.
Stiles shivered, suddenly losing the will to speak. Stiles didn't notice Rafas' other hand sneaking around to push the door open.
"Come on Stiles." The hand gripping Stiles shoulder tightened its hold and started to drag Stiles into the mans office. "You're not leaving yet."
Stiles suddenly panicked at the though of Scott still being here, as he tried to sneak a hand in his pocket to text Scott, Scott text first. Rafa, hearing the small vibration in his pocket, closed the door behind them and held out his hand where Stiles placed his phone.
"We're leaving first. Meet you there?" Rafa raised an eyebrow, Stiles just looked anywhere but the mans face.
"I was heading to a party, when I got side tracked."
"Oh? Well I'm much more fun than some party. Don't you think so Genim?" Stiles eyes shot up at the sound of his name.
"Y-yes sir."
"Good boy," Rafa pushed Stiles to sit on his desk, before moving to close all the blinds.
"Now, lets have some fun."