Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)

2:8 I'm Unique

Warning: injuries, deliberate vagueness, blood, swearing, Peter Hale's face, Kanima venom, swearing and speaking in Japanese

Vic opened the fridge for the third time. She was hoping new food would appear when she opened the door this time. She grabbed the two yogurt containers labeled 'YOP!' She chugged them both. She threw them into the recycling in the garage and froze in the garage doorway.

Her dad stood in the middle of the kitchen. He was looking at the corkboard next to the phone charger. A picture of Stiles and her were pinned to the board. It was when they had gone to San Fransisco. Stiles took a picture when they got back to the Jeep. He was exhausted and Vic was laughing at his expression.

Vic closed the door. The noise made him break out of his trance. "Toast or cereal?" she asked.

"Think I might just skip," he admitted.

She reached into the fridge and pulled out an apple. She tossed it to him. "Take that at least," she pleaded.

He caught it and took a bite. He swallowed before he spoke, "I've got the impeachment meeting today. So, I'm gonna be a bit busy."

"You'll be fine," she said. "And if not, you're still the best detective I've ever met."

He gave her a small smile in thanks. "You hear anything?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Nope, but I got everyone on speed dial."

There was a buzzing near her ear. Her hand snapped up and she caught something in between her fingers. She lowered her hand and regarded her catch with a blank face.

"What is it?" her dad asked.

"A fly," she told him. She rubbed her thumb across her fingers, squishing the bug. The insect dropped to her feet, dead. For good measure she stepped on it.

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"Turn right onto Gaffner Boulevard and continue for half a mile," the GPS told Lydia. The strawberry blonde followed its instructions and turned right.

"You at least going to tell me where we're going?" Aiden asked from the passenger seat.

"I need to check on something," Lydia said.

"Who is Malia Tate?" Aiden asked, pronouncing it wrong.

Vic slapped the back of his head from the back seat. "It's Malia, Chazós."

"Remind me why you're here," Aiden said. 

"Malia's my friend," Vic explained. "Lydia asked for me to come. And it looks like we may never get there."

"Turn right onto Commerce Way fand continue or a quarter mile," the GPS instructed. Lydia turned right.

"What makes you say that?" Lydia asked.

"Well for one thing we're on the opposite side of town from Malia's house," Vic said. "I told you she lived on Forest View, right?"

"You did," Lydia confirmed.

"Well, I'm telling you we're lost," Aiden said.

"What makes you think that?" Lydia asked.

"Cause you just made your fourth right," Aiden told her. "And four rights make a circle."

Lydia's face fell and she looked at the wolf in the passenger seat. "I did not," Lydia denied. She paused, looking at the sidewalks and street signs. "Did I?"