Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)

3:3 He's Still An Asshole

Warnings: crime scenes, injuries, dead bodies, blood, mentions of parasomnia, slight nudity (Brett), asshole addittudes, swearing (Vic), knives, mentions of dead people, mentions of injuries, angst. We're going into season five and we're going in HARD

Noah reached up to his neck. "I know how to tie a tie, Vic," he said.

Vic slapped his hands away then continued her work. "You know how to tie a tie badly," she corrected. "I've seen you do it on your own. It looks like something a rhino tied."

"Why not a monkey?" Stiles asked.

"Monkeys have hands," she said. She stepped back to examin her work.

Not bad, the wind complimented.

Thank you, she said. She took the small mirror off the desk and held it out for her dad to see.

He raised his brows in shock. "Not bad," he said. "Where'd you learn how to do this?"

"Youtube," she answered. "You wanna look your best for your date, don't you?"

Noah chuckled then raised the mirror slightly so he could look at his head. He sighed as he ran his fingers through it. "Oh, I should've gotten a haircut."

"Well you know someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut," Stiles said.

Vic slapped the back of his head. He looked at her offended but she just rolled her eyes.

"I think you look great," Scott said with a smile.

"Me too, your date's gonna be blown away," Vic put in.

"Thank you, favourite child and son I should've had," Noah said. Stiles had a giant frown on his face. Vic chuckled.

Noah sighed and reached up to undo his tie. "Oh, what the hell am I doing?" he asked rhetorically. "This is a horrible idea."

Stiles stopped his hands before they could do too much damage to the knot. "What? Dad, Dad, it's one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills will not implode while you're out with one woman. Or man."

Vic pointed to her brother, silently saying he had a good point.

"It's a woman, guys," Noah told them.

"Okay," Stiles said, an innocent smile on his face.

"A very beautiful woman," the man added.

"What beautiful woman, by the way?" Stiles asked.

Can you find out? Vic asked all the voices in her head. Images instantly flashed in her head. A smile grew on her face when she saw who.

"None of your buisness, any of you," Noah said.

Vic pursed her lips to try and stop her smile. Stiles pouted, looking at the other people in the room. Scott didn't look conflicted. "Wha-I wanna know."

A shout rang through the station. "Stilinski! STILINSKI!" The four all looked at each other, uncertain. Noah opened the door. The teenagers followed him out with the sheriff in front. Vic got a good look. Two deputies- Parrish and Clark- held back a handcuffed male. He looked nineteen maybe. With black eyes, black eyes and pale skin like he hadn't seen sunlight in a few years. There was a gleam in his eyes like he wanted to destroy something. The man a few feet away was dressed in a suit and held a breifcase.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" the prisoner shouted. The man in the suit facepalmed quietly.

Her dad kept an even voice. "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well documented in your Anger Expression Inventory," he said. He looked at Clark and Parrish. "Deputies, escourt the prisoner out."