"Oh, I should have gotten a haircut." Sheriff Noah Stilinski groaned as he tossed around his hair while he looked at himself through a small hand held mirror.

Stiles Stilinski chuckled before stepping towards his father. "Well, you know, someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut." Kennedy Addams punched the boy in the shoulder. "Hey!" Stiles exclaimed, grabbing onto his shoulder.

Scott McCall smiled awkwardly from the sidelines. "I think you look great."

"Well, thank you, son I should have had." The sheriff nodded towards Scott.

Stiles frowned before looking down at Kennedy. "Here, let's ask the only girl in the room what she thinks."

Kennedy's eyes widened as everyone looked towards her. "Uh-" She furrowed her eyebrows. "I think you look fantastic." She stated awkwardly, shifting her weight around.

The sheriff nodded before letting out a sigh. "Oh, what the hell am I doing?" He started loosening the tie around his neck. "This is a terrible idea."

"What? Dad..." Stiles placed his hands on his father's shoulders. "Dad, it's just one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman." He raised an eyebrow before making eye contact with his father. "Or woman?"

"It's a woman, Stiles."

"Okay." Stiles nodded.

A smile appeared across the sheriff's face. "A very beautiful woman."

Kennedy crinkled her nose, not wanting the sheriff to go into any more detail. "What beautiful woman, by the way?" Stiles questioned.

"None of your business. Any of you." The three teenagers shared a look of confusion.

Stiles looked back at his father. "I want to know."

"Well, Stiles." Kennedy placed her hand on Stiles's back. "You're not going to find out, so just respect someone else's privacy for once, ple-"

"Stilinski!" Kennedy was cut off by a teenager screaming in the lobby of the sheriff's station, causing the four of them to exit the office. "I'm going to kill you." The teenager spat while being held back by multiple officers. Stiles moved in front of Kennedy.

The sheriff raised an eyebrow. "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out."

"I'm not angry like I'm going to throw a brick through your window." Donovan spoke to the sheriff. "I'm angry like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife, and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead." Kennedy's eyes widened. "And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. Because this is why."

Donovan's lawyer let out a sigh, knowing this would just make it harder to get a plea deal. Stiles chuckled, pushing Kennedy even more behind him. "Wow, that was awesome." He spoke in a sarcastic tone. "That was awesome. That was great."

"Stiles, stop." Kennedy tugged at the boy's hoodie from behind him.

"We do one more? Give us another one, but maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know?" Stiles just ignored Kennedy, and Donovan stared at him blankly. "Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell, you know?"

Kennedy frowned, beginning to tug even harder. "Please stop. He's just getting even more mad."

"Just stuck there forever." Stiles continued.

Donovan chuckled as he nodded. The deputies started to take him out, but he made a run for the sheriff. "Get him out of here!" Stiles's father yelled as the deputies maintained their hold on the boy. They dragged Donovan out of the station.

"What the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?" Scott questioned his best friend.

Stiles nodded, shoving his hands into his front pockets. "It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy?"

"He wanted to be a cop?" Kennedy laughed, stepping out from behind Stiles.

"At least now he's getting the full law enforcement experience." Stiles frowned, looking down at Kennedy.

*

Outside of the station, the three teenagers sat in Stiles's jeep, with Scott in the passenger seat and Kennedy in the back. Stiles turned the key in the ignition, and it just sputtered. He did this a few times before rolling his eyes and groaning. Scott furrowed his eyebrows as he watched his best friend. "It's anxiety." Stiles spoke, making eye contact with Scott.

"What is?" Scott asked him, a bit confused.

"The chemo signals?" Stiles looked down at the steering wheel of his jeep. "I'm well aware of how you all monitor my emotional state."

Kennedy frowned. "Wait, do you guys do that with me too?"

Stiles shook his head, glancing back at her. "They don't have to worry about you as much as they do about me." He tried turning the jeep on again, but it failed. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel.

"Stiles." Kennedy leaned forward in her seat, taking a hold of his hand. "Are you alright?"

The boy let out a sigh before taking his phone out of his pocket. "I got this from Braeden a few hours ago. This is the first real bit of information we've gotten on the Desert Wolf in months." He showed his two friends a photo of a massacre.

"The Desert Wolf did this?" Scott's eyes widened as he stared down at the phone.

"Yeah." Stiles nodded. "And I'm the one who's been pulling on this thread."

"Maybe you should stop." Kennedy looked away from the picture, not able to look at his anymore.

"It's not up to me." Stiles turned the key in the ignition, and the engine started.

*

Scott, Stiles, and Kennedy had gotten a text from Lydia Martin telling them the van that was bringing Donovan to jail had gotten into an accident, and he was gone. They made their way to the site of the accident, and were approached by the Sheriff. "Scott, you say this kid, Donovan. He wasn't like you, right?"

"I don't think so." Scott shook his head.

"Unless he knows how to hide his scent." Stiles chimed in as Kennedy glanced around at the accident.

"Well, human or otherwise, this kid might have just murdered his lawyer, and mortally wounded two officers." The sheriff explained to them, and Kennedy's eyes widened. "We've got an APB out on him, but do you think you can find him faster?" He asked Scott.

Scott nodded. "I can try."

"Alright." The sheriff handed Scott a walkie-talkie. "Keep it on channel two."

Scott ran through the site of the accident before disappearing. "What if it wasn't Donovan?" Kennedy spoke, stilling staring at the van.

"I think you're onto something, Kenn." Stiles smiled down at her, causing Kennedy's cheeks to flush.

"I'm guessing the two of you already have a theory." The sheriff raised an eyebrow at the two teenagers.

Stiles nodded. "I think we do."

The two found Lydia along with Kira Yukimura and Malia Tate. They were standing with the deputy, Jordan Parrish. Parrish's radio buzzed. "Scott, is that you?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I found Donovan. But he's completely freaked out. He keeps saying some name."

"What name?" The sheriff questioned, bringing the radio towards his face.

"Theo." Stiles mumbled under his breath, but Kennedy heard. The girl looked up at him and frowned, shaking her head.

"Tracy. He keeps saying Tracy."

The sheriff's eyebrows furrowed. "Tracy who?"

Lydia frowned, remembering the girl she had been trying to help on the first day of school. "Stewart. Tracy Stewart."

*

Stiles drove Kennedy home and walked her up to her door. She opened the door and sighed. "My parents aren't going to be home all night."

"What?" Stiles became flustered. He had no idea how to reply.

"I don't really feel like being home alone all night."

The boy nodded, understanding. "Yeah, I'll stay." She sent him a smile as she walked into the house. The two made their way up to Kennedy's bedroom, and Stiles started making his bed on the floor. "You don't have to sleep on the floor."

"Wouldn't it be weird if we slept in the same bed?" Stiles furrowed his eyebrows as he looked up at the girl standing in front of him.

Kennedy giggled, shaking her head. "We used to have sleepovers in the same bed all of the time growing up."

Stiles nodded as he stood up. "I guess you're right."

"I'm going to go get changed." She nodded awkwardly before fleeing to her bathroom.

Stiles smiled, sitting down on Kennedy's bed. Yeah, they used to sleep in the same bed when they were kids, but they had grown up a lot since then. His love for her had grown since then. He still did not know for certain if she felt the same way, and he did not want her to feel as if he were pressuring her in any way. The boy glanced down at Kennedy's nightstand a saw a picture of the two of them when they were ten, and he bit his lips, trying to stop himself from smiling even more. She had always been so incredibly beautiful.

"I hope you weren't waiting too long." Kennedy giggled as she skipped back into her bedroom. She sat down next to him on the bed. "What are you looking at?" Her eyes moved down to the picture, and she smiled. "That was taken on the last day of fourth grade."

"I remember." Stiles nodded, shifting his gaze to Kennedy. She had taken all of her makeup off, and now her hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Stiles hadn't noticed, but he had been staring at her for about a minute.

"What?" Stiles frowned, raising an eyebrow.

Kennedy smiled, rolling her eyes. "You were staring."

Stiles nodded, looking down at his hands. "Sorry."

The blonde girl giggled, laying her body against the bed. She patted next to her. "Come on, let's go to bed." Stiles laid down next to Kennedy, and she turned away from him. Stiles had imagined being in this position with Kennedy for years, but he thought it would be in very different circumstances.

Kennedy felt Stiles's hands move to her waist, and she chuckled softly.

"What?" Stiles spoke in almost a whisper.

"Your hands."

"Oh, shit." Stiles clumsily moved his hands away from Kennedy's body, but she just laughed.

Kennedy turned back to the boy, looking up at him. "I didn't say that I didn't like it." Stiles's eyes widened as he nodded his head slowly. He watched as Kennedy's eyes drifted down to his lips, and he knew she wanted him to kiss her. But he couldn't. He could not risk ruining their friendship.

Word Count - 1789
Author's Note-
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