Stiles was the first to react.

He put his hands up, walking forward a little. "Okay." He said in a calm voice.

"Put your gun away." Oscar ordered, the blade of the knife dangerously close to Malia's throat.

Stiles clicked the safety back on and put the gun back in it's holster, his hands still up in surrender. "Let her go Oscar." He said calmly.

"Why? She's a killer! She deserves to die!" Stiles could see the unshed tears in the man's eyes. How broken he looked.

His brother was all he had left in the world. Losing him broke something inside of Oscar, something he'd never be able to get back.

"I know what happened Oscar." Stiles walked forward, taking slow and tentative steps, making sure to keep his hands visible at all times. "I know your parents were killed by the beast. I know that your brother was killed by Thea Lang."

"She said he tried to rape her." Oscar spat before quickly shaking his head. "But I know Camden. He would never. Camden, he was shy and sweet. He kept to himself, he would never have hurt that girl. No matter how awful she was to him."

The tears had started falling now. "That's you killed her, right?" Stiles knew he had to empathize if he wanted to have any chance at getting Malia back safe. "You killed Thea to avenge your brother, so that she would do what she did to him, to anyone else?"

Oscar nodded his head, his hold on the werecoyote never faltering. "She kills my little brother and only gets a slap on the wrist? How is that justice?"

"And the others?"

"They had the same eyes. They'd killed someone too." He hardened, his voice laced with nothing but bitter hate.

"Oscar." Stiles said softly. "The last girl, she was a cop's daughter. She wanted to be a doctor, an oncologist. She killed her mother, to stop her from suffering. Malia here, she didn't become a killer by choice. She lost control on a full moon. Oscar, she was nine. She was turned into a coyote for years and there hasn't been a day that's gone by that she hasn't regretted what happened. She doesn't have to die."

Oscar glared at him for a second before growing confused. "How do you know about so much about her?" Just when his grip slacked, the FBI agent lurched forward and grabbed his arm. He easily wrestled the knife out of Oscar's hand and pinned him down as Spencer and Derek went to check on Malia who had fallen to the ground during the struggle.

"Because she used to be my friend."

Beacon Memorial was a place that brought back many memories, and not all of them were good.

But Melissa McCall was a blessing upon this Earth to Stiles Stilinski. He fondly listened to her ramble on and on about how glad she was to see him while stitching up the cut he'd gotten on his palm while getting the knife from their Unsub.

The team had rolled into Beacon Memorial, exempt Hotch and Rossi stayed back at the Hale house. That was when Emily had noticed the diagonal cut and insisted he get it stitched while they got Malia admitted.

"Stiles." Both of then turned to see Spencer approaching. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Spence." He smiled, turning back to the woman. "Melissa, meet Spencer Reid. Spence, this is Melissa McCall."

The boy smiled as Melissa beamed back at him. "Hi. I hope my son hasn't been giving you and your team too much trouble."

Spencer glanced at Stiles who nodded to his silent question. Confirming that Scott was Melissa's son.

"It was fine." Stiles lied. "He seems a little tense."

"It's the power." Melissa cleaned the cut she had just stitched up. "After losing Allison and sending you away, he started getting corrupted by the power of the True Alpha. He hasn't been my little boy, not for a long time."

She smiled at them sadly before excusing herself but that wasn't before the profilers caught sight of the tears rimming her eyes.
They looked after her before turning to glance at each other. There wasn't much they could do. "You know it's not your fault yet, right?"

"I do." Stiles sighed as he leaned back on his chair, opening and closing his hand to test the level of pain. "But I still feel like I should have done something."

The Vegas native placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in comfort.

"Guys!" They both turned to see JJ approaching them, a phone in her hand.

A smile graced their faces. "What's up J?"

"They processed the scene. Our work's done."

The men smiled at each other, Stiles getting up and putting on his coat. "Let's go home."

He threw an arm over Spencer and JJ's shoulders, the woman hugging his waist as they walked out of the hospital, glad that they made the world just a tiny bit safer.

A/N: This is the last official chapter of 'Home'. I cannot express how grateful I am for every one's support on this story. I hope everyone liked this. I love you all so much ☺️