Grace sneaked inside the boy's locker room and a mixture of sweat and soap filled her nostrils. Some half naked guys winked at her and she took a minute to observe their abs. Damn, these lacrosse boys are hot.

Her eyes landed on her brother and he sighed. "Want to tell me why you've been lying to me?"

"Huh?"

"Scott, I can tell when you're lying to me and when you're hiding things, and you've been doing it since that wolf bit you."

"You mean, since Derek bit me?"

"Whatever." She didn't believe Derek was the one who bit him. Even though there was something mysterious going on with him, she somehow knew he wasn't the one who bit her brother. It just felt wrong.

Stiles passed right past them and looked at Scott. "Did you apologize to Allison?"

"Yeah." Way to change the subject.

"Is she giving you a second chance or..." That's the last thing she heard, as she left the boy's locker room. She sighed as she went to her locker. Her feet moved to the direction of the field and soon enough, she was sitting in one of the bleachers, watching her brother's lacrosse practice.

It was Scott's turn and he moved as slow as a turtle, instantly getting hit by Asshole Whittmore. The coach laughed and went over to him.

"McCall's gonna do it again!"

This time, Scott moved fast, really fast and knocked Jackson over. Hard. She was half happy for that, he deserved it, but she stood up, furrowing her eyebrows as she saw him bend over and Stiles run towards him, taking him away to the boy's locker room. Well that can't be good. As she saw them leave, she saw another figure near the bleachers next to where she was sitting on. Derek hale. She blinked rapidly to see if she was imagining it but, sure enough, there he was, in the flesh.

She got down from the bleachers and walked over to where he was. "These little stalking visits are getting rather tiring, Derek."

"I'm just checking up on your brother. Did you know that right now he's probably mauling and maiming his little friend?"

"That's intense," Derek looked at her as if he didn't expect her answer to be that, "but, tell me, since you've been stalking Scott and I ever since he was bitten—"

"I'm not stalking you. Just Scott."

"You know, I could've taped that and handed it over to the police. I'm sure Sheriff Stilinski would happily arrest you."

He looked at her with a straight face, his green eyes staring right into her caramel ones. "I don't think you would do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm the only one who can keep your brother alive and teach him to control his werewolf self. Even on a full moon."

"I'm sure you can. But I'd still do it." Derek raised an eyebrow at her. "Only to mess with you."

She turned her heel to walk to the boy's locker room and a hand touch her shoulder, roughly turning her back to come face to face with Derek. "When you have to chain your brother every full moon and watch him almost kill himself trying to get out to kill you, don't expect me to come running for you."

"I'm sure if he gets out, you'll kill him like you killed that girl in the woods," she glared as she took his hand away from her shoulder and turned her heel, walking over to the boy's locker room. She entered the school, breathing heavily at the anxiety Derek gave her and lifting the sleeve off her shoulder slightly to see five claw marks. She winced as she covered it up and walked over to the boy's locker room.

"Woah. What the hell happened?" Grace exclaimed as she saw Stiles with a fire extinguisher in hand and a sweating Scott sitting on the bench in front of him.

"Scott tried to kill me."

"That sounds fun. Why?"

"It's like I told you guys. It's the anger it's his pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed," Scott sighed and Grace walked over to where they were, standing next to her brother.

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday, you're gonna have to get out of the game."

"I'm first line."

"Not anymore."

•••

Scott got out of the car and followed Grace inside the house. "What happened to you?" He asked in the corridor before they entered their rooms.

"What are you talking about?"

"Before you entered the boy's locker room, I felt something on my shoulder," he said and moved her hand on her shoulder to try and see but she moved her shoulder away from his grip.

"It's nothing. I'm fine."

He furrowed his eyebrows at her behavior and she sighed, opening the door to his room and entering, taking his lacrosse bag and tossing it on his bed, making her way to her room and plopping on the bed. She lifted her head as she heard a knock and sighed as she heard her mom talking to Scott.

"Hey. Late shift again for me. But I am taking Saturday off to see your first game."

Oh shit.

"Oh, Mom, you can't."

"Oh, no, I can and I will. Come on, one shift isn't gonna break us. Completely."

Scott sighed and Melissa furrowed her eyebrows at her son. "What's wrong with your eyes?" Grace stood up from her bed, taking a bat just in case, "you look like you haven't slept in days."

Grace sighed and let down her bat, sitting on her bed, once again. "Oh, uh, it's nothing. I'm just... stressed."

Grace sighed as she found out that they lied using the same words and the same tone. "Just stress? Nothing else?"

Grace laughed loudly as her mom tried to put Allison in the conversation. "Grace, shut up!"

"What's so funny?" A voice behind her said and she jumped in fright.

"What the hell are you doing here Derek? How do you know where I live?"

"I just followed your scent."

"That doesn't help your case!"

He knitted his eyebrows together for a second and looked at her. "Are you on your period?"

"Excuse me?"

"I can smell blood."

"That's disgusting. And no, I'm not."

He walked over to where she was and sat next to her on her bed. His hand slowly touched her shoulder and she winced slightly. He lifted her sleeve and saw the bloody claw marks. He pursed his lips as he saw it and sighed. "I'm sorry. I— I didn't mean to do that."

"Yeah. And you wanna teach my brother control."

He chuckled a bit and held her hand. She bit her bottom lip and she could feel her pulse rising. Black liquid started traveling on his veins and he slightly groaned. She furrowed her eyebrows and widened her eyes. "What the hell is that?"

"I'm taking your pain away."

She took her hand away from his and he licked his lips. "I'm not a damsel. You don't have to come running for me."

"I know," he whispered as his head got closer and closer to hers, his eyes traveling from her eyes to her lips. Her breathing hitched and their lips parted, awaiting the collision between their lips. A clattering in Scott's room made them snap their heads into the direction of the corridor and Scott muttered a small 'damn it'.

"I-I've got to study," Grace muttered as he looked at her and he nodded, standing up from the bed and leaving through the window in the side of the room. She let out a breath and she couldn't help but feel butterflies at what was about to happen between her and Derek. Even if he was a serial killer. She lay down on her bed and sighed.

She didn't have to study. She had an A on all of her classes and she knew the material.

She was just scared to kiss Derek Hale.

•••

Scott had been talking to Allison in the stairs and Grace stood beside them, listening into their conversation. "Hey," Allison said cheerily.

"Hey!" Scott had a gigantic grin on his face as he saw her.

"Busy?"

"No, no, it's just, uh, my mom, she's nothing," he shrugged and she furrowed her eyebrows at him, "I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you."

Grace did a mental face palm and Allison smiled slightly at what he said. "I like the sound of that," they both laughed, "I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow."

Grace widened her eyes. "You are?"

"And we're all going out afterwards. You, me, Lydia, Jackson. It's gonna be great. Tell Stiles and Grace to come, too. Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go."

Scott groaned and sighed. "Well, that's gonna be a slight problem," Grace said, making Scott jump, slightly.

"Do you eavesdrop on all of my conversations?"

"Only the interesting ones." She smiled and left for her Math class. With Scott. 

"Oh, God."

The teacher picked Scott and Lydia to go to the board and do a math problem, which she was sure that Scott didn't even know where to start from. She was in the front row, so she could hear their conversation.

"Why is there a rumor going around that you're not playing tomorrow?"

"'Cause I'm sort of not."

"I think you sort of are. Especially when you brutally injure my boyfriend by ramming into him."

Scott looked at her. "He brutally injured himself ramming into me."

"Jackson's gonna play tomorrow. But he's not gonna be at his peak, and I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance."

"Okay."

"I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team, and if they start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing lacrosse team. I don't date losers."

"Losing one game isn't gonna kill anyone. In fact, it might even save someone." Scott shut the fuck up.

"Fine! Don't play. We'll probably win anyway. Then we'll go out after, like we were planning... and I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team. And Scott McCall can stay home, surfing the net for porn," Lydia remarked, scribbling the answer on the board and sitting back on her chair.

"Mr. McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem," the teacher sighed.

"Tell me about it," Scott and Grace muttered, spontaneously.

Scott and Grace walked over to their lockers, putting in their stuff and being pulled by Stiles. "Guys, come here."

"We kind of have no choice, since you're pulling us."

"Just, come here."

"Scott, tell me what they're saying," Stiles said, pointing at the sheriff's deputies across the hall, "can you hear 'em?"

"Curfew because of the body."

"Unbelievable. My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants."

"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."

"Are we even sure it's Derek?" Grace asked.

"Yes, Grace! And I can do something."

"Like what?"

"Find the other half of the body."

"Are you kidding?"

"Okay, hell no, Stilinski, the last time I went to the woods, my brother ended up getting bit by the supernatural and then we found Derek Hale, who is the probable killer and a stalker."

"What do you mean a stalker?"

She froze as she realized she said something she didn't mean to. "What? Nothing."

Scott shook his head and went over to Allison, who was with Lydia and a cute guy who was on the lacrosse team. Oh no. Grace walked closely behind Scott as he stopped to talk to Allison.

"So, Lydia's introducing you to everyone?"

"She's being so unbelievably nice to me."

"I wonder why."

"Maybe she gets how much being the new girl can suck." Scott looked at her arms, which held her black blazer and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Where did you get that?"

"My jacket? It was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party. She has my combination—"

"Did she say she brought it back or did somebody give her the jacket?"

"Like who?"

"Like Derek." Grace widened her eyes and started walking closer to Scott.

"Your friend?"

"He's not my friend. How much did you talk to him when he drove you home?" This was starting to sound like an interrogation and Grace could see that Allison was starting to get creeped out.

"Mm, not much at all."

"What did you say?"

"Okay! Scott! Mom just called me that we need to go home. Now," Grace glared at Scott and gave Allison a small smile, "Sorry if I interrupted, but we've got to go."

"No, i—it's alright, I gotta get to class, anyways."

"Allison—"

"No, we really have to go, Scott. Bye, Allison," Grace said as she dragged Scott away from her.

"What the actual fuck, Scott? She's a girl, not a criminal, why are you interrogating her?"

"I— I just wanted to know—"

"Well, that's not the way! Jesus, didn't you see her face? She was creeped out!" Grace sighed and dragged Scott. "We're going home."

"No! Can we go to the woods? Please, I have to do something."

Grace looked at him and nodded. "Fine, but I'm coming with you."

•••

After running for like 20 minutes, Grace stopped to catch her breath. Scott had gotten faster. Faster than her. And that was saying a lot, since he was like a turtle before.

Scott kept running, Grace closely behind him, until they got to a creepy, black, burned-down house. "Derek!"

"Derek!" Scott kept shouting as he sprinted to the front of the house. "Oh, God. I think I'm gonna pass out."

Scott's was fixated on something beside the house. "Oh, God," Grace kept panting and breathing heavily.

"Is she okay?" Derek asked when he saw Grace, bent down and breathing hard.

"Stay away from Allison!" Scott shouted, "She doesn't know anything!"

"Yeah?" Derek started walking down the stairs and Grace stepped back, behind her brother. He was wearing a grey tee shirt that accentuated his abs and biceps perfectly. She bit her lip as she observed him coming closer to the twins.

"What if she does? You think your little buddy Stiles can just google werewolves, and now you got all the answers, is that it? You don't get it yet, Scott, but I'm looking out for you. Think about what could happen. You're out on the field. The aggression takes over. And you shift in front of everyone," Scott was still panting and Derek took Scott's lacrosse stick that he had brought for whatever reason, "your mom, all your friends. And when they see you..." he ripped the net on the stick, "everything falls apart."

He threw the stick and Scott caught it, looking back to see nothing. No Derek Hale. Even when he was threatening her brother, Grace thought he looked hot. But he was a serial killer. Too bad.

•••

Stiles came running through the front door of the McCall property and almost reared through the door. "What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so..."

"I found something of Derek Hale's."

"Are you kidding me? What?"

"There's something buried there," Grace said as she popped up from behind them.

"I could smell blood."

"That's awesome! I mean that's terrible. Who's blood?"

"How are we supposed to know that, Stilinski? He just smelled it, he doesn't have a built-in sample kit on him!"

"Exactly. I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder," Scott said and Grace widened her eyes.

"Woah! But how do we know if it's really him who killed the girl?" She started to get defensive.

"If we find the girl buried, we put him in jail! And no more creepy guy killing girls in the woods."

"Exactly. And then, you guys'll help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game."

•••

The trio was found in Beacon Hills Hospital and Scott and Grace rapidly entered the morgue, Stiles staying outside to keep watch.  

"Good luck, I guess."

The twins entered the creepy corridor that lead to the morgue and quickly entered. The room was really cold and they opened the vault that said 'Jane doe— partial'. Scott slid it out, the legs covered in a white blanket. "Okay. That's creepy. Just smell it so that we can get out of here, please."

"Oh, God, this is disgusting, let's go Grace," Scott said as he closed the vault and got out of the morgue as fast as he could.

"Right behind you."

When the McCall twins got out, they saw Stiles staring at something behind the wall where he was sitting on, holding a pamphlet about the menstrual cycle. Grace snorted and Scott got it out of his hands, causing Stiles to jump.

"Holy— God!"

"The scent was the same."

"You sure?"

"Yes," Scott nodded and Stiles sighed.

"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property."

"That's creepy," Grace said with a disgusted expression on her face. It was creepy that the same guy who almost kissed her the other day had buried half of a body on his property.

"Yeah. But that means we have proof that he actually did kill the girl."

"I say we use it."

"I say we don't!" Grace exclaimed and the boys looked at her like they wanted to slap some sense into her, "I mean, we don't even know if he was the one who actually did it! Someone may be framing him!"

"Why are you always defending him? He's a killer Grace! He left a huge-ass bite on the side of my torso and you still think he's not guilty?"

"I'm not saying he's not guilty. I'm saying we should do some research before pointing fingers. And, not to mention, this is the job of the police, not some teenagers with assumptions."

"Okay. Well then we go to his house today and dig up the body on his backyard. If it's her then we call the police. If it's not... we still call the police because it's a frickin' dead body!"

Grace sighed and crossed her arms. "Tell me something, Scott. Are you doing this because you wanna stop Derek or because you wanna play in the game and he said you couldn't?"

"There are bite marks on her legs, Grace. Bite marks."

"Okay. Then we're gonna need a shovel."

•••

Derek's black Camaro revved away from his scary-as-hell house and Grace gave a signal to Stiles's Jeep for him to drive over there. "Right there. Right there's good."

The boys got out of the car, shovels in hand and walked to the spot where Scott said the body of the girl was. Scott handed Grace a flashlight and they all headed to the side of the house. "Wait. Something's different."

"Different how?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, the wolf says something's wrong, I say we shouldn't do this. Maybe Scott's right."

"C'mon Grace, grow some balls."

"I'm a girl, asshat."

"Let's just get this over with."

Scott and Stiles started digging and Grace just directed the flashlight into that direction. "Wait. Grace why aren't you digging?"

"Well, maybe because you only brought two shovels, Stilinsky."

Stiles nodded and kept digging. After 30 minutes of digging, Grace was sat on the leafy ground and Stiles started panting.

"This is taking way too long."

"Just keep digging."

"What if he comes back?"

"Then we run the hell out of here."

"What if he catches us?"

"I have a plan for that."

"Care to fill us in on that plan?"

"Scott runs one way, Grace another, and I run to the car. Whoever he catches first, too bad."

"I hate that plan."

"Well, he's not gonna catch me," Grace sighed as she stood up, "Im gonna go. This is completely hopeless and if he catches you, you two are the ones in jail, not me."

"No, wait, stop. I think there's something here." Scott and Stiles bent down to dig the dirt off the thing they found and Grace walked closer, directing the flashlight inside the hole they dug.

"Hurry."

"Yeah, I'm trying. Did he have to tie it with 900 knots?"

"I'll do it."

They finally got the knots off and opened the bag that was underneath. They both screamed and Grace stood back, unable to see. She stood closer and gagged as she say the half of a dead wolf. Holy Jesus.

"Oh, God, that's disgusting."

"What the hell is that?!"

"It's a wolf."

"No shit, Sherlock! He meant what the hell is the half of a wolf doing buried six feet under!"

"I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood."

"I told you something was wrong."

"Yeah, and I told you that we shouldn't have done this!"

"This doesn't make sense."

"We gotta get out of here."

"Lead the way."

"Wait! We have to cover this up first! What the hell is Derek gonna do when he comes back and sees a huge hole here?" They were about to cover the whole up when something caught Stiles's eye.

"What's wrong?"

"You see that flower? Behind Grace?"

Grace turned around and looked at a lavender colored flower behind her. "What about it?"

"I think it's wolfsbane."

"What's that?"

"Uh... haven't you ever seen 'The Wolf Man"?"

"No."

"Lon Chaney Jr.? Claude Rains? The original, classic werewolf movie?"

"No! What?"

"You are so unprepared for this." Stiles sighed as he walked over to the flower behind Grace, pulling it out.

There was strong underneath it and Stiles kept pulling it until it made circles around the body. Scott looked back at the body and stood up, his eyes widened. "What?"

"Look."

Stiles and Grace stood beside Scott and looked down at the body, gasping. "Holy—"

"What the fuck?" Grace felt chills on her body as the lifeless body stared right back at her.

•••

"Sheriff! You've got to—" Grace started but the sheriff raised a finger at her, telling her to wait a second.

"The other half of the girl? What? Where? Okay I'm going there now," he hung up and looked at Grace, "Scott and Stiles found the other half of the body. I'm going there now."

"I'm going with you."

"No. Go with your mom!"

"Come on, sheriff! Scott's there anyways and I was here to actually just tell you that we found the body but I guess, Stiles had to call you."

The sheriff sighed and nodded. She sat on the passenger seat of the car and the sheriff sped up the car, going in the direction of Derek Hale's house.

When they got there, Stiles's dad looked at her with his usual serious expression. "Go with Scott. They're gonna put Derek here."

She nodded and waited for him to leave the car and enter the burned house. She looked outside and saw Scott staring into the house in front of the Jeep. Grace jumped into the driver's seat and opened the door, swiftly crawling beside the door on the backseat. She had to talk to Derek.

An elderly officer walked a very pissed off Derek Hale to the sheriff's car and he gave Scott a long, hard glare before entering the backseat of the car. As soon as the officer walked away, Grace opened the door and rapidly sat beside Derek. He looked at her, his forest green eyes wide at the sight of her.

"I know you didn't kill that girl."

Derek chuckled menacingly. "Then why'd you dig a hole on my backyard?"

"That wasn't me. My dumbass brother and his best friend did. I just held the flashlight."

"Then tell me, Grace, if you didn't think I was guilty of killing her then why did you hold the flashlight as your dumbass brother and his best friend dug a frickin' hole next to my house!"

"Because," her eyes flickered from his lips to his covered torso and then back to his eyes, "they kept bitching saying that you were guilty of killing that girl, and of biting Scott, which I don't believe, either."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "How come you don't believe I didn't give him the bite?"

She inched closer to his face and he looked at her lips. "Because you wouldn't be stalking him if you did. I think you'd have this connection that he'll just come to you if you had bit him."

"Good theory," he whispered, their lips almost touching. She tilted her head a bit, getting closer and then pulling back, teasing him.

"Why did you almost kiss me the other day?" He smirked.

"Couldn't I just say I wanted to?"

"And why would you want to kiss Scott's twin sister? To get closer to him?" She whispered.

"No. Because, like your theory, Scott isn't drawn to me. But you are."

At that moment, Stiles entered and sat on the passenger seat of his dad's car. Derek and Grace immediately gave each other space to not give any clue to what they were about to do. "Woah! Grace! Why are sitting behind the fence with him?"

Derek almost growled at him. "Okay. Just so you know, I'm not afraid of you," he said and Grace snorted, earning a glare from Stiles. He looked back at Derek, who was giving a glare so deadly that if looks could kill, he would've been long dead. "Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed... she was a werewolf."

Way to go, Stiles, get the werewolf with anger issues angry.

"She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?" Grace looked at Derek, who just looked more pissed off by the second, and started getting anxiety. It didn't help that Stiles was pissing him off more and more while she was the one beside him.

"Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you two can," he got closer to the fence, facing Stiles, "and trust me... you want to."

Stiles had a terrified expression on his face. The door to the passenger's seat opened and the sheriff pulled Stiles out of the car. "Hey— ow!"

Grace rapidly ducked and crouched, sitting in the middle of the backseat and the fence. She looked at Derek. "You know nothing will keep him from playing that lacrosse game. But Stiles will keep an eye on him. If he shifts on the field then Stiles will handle it. Don't worry about it," she stood and crawled closer to Derek, looking at the sheriff yell at Stiles, "I'm going to get you out of here. If it's the last thing I do."

Grace rapidly got out of the car and ran towards Stiles's Jeep, looking back to see Derek staring at her, his beautiful green eyes staring at her.

If it's the last thing she does.

***
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soooo Grace just cuz u got a crush don't mean u can act all sassy and shit and break ur boy out of prison. CALM UR TITS GURL.

— vivian darkbloom