Warning: bad Spanish translations, swearing, some fluff, nothing is going on actually
"So, do we need to burn this stuff too?" Vic asked as she stood with her brother in front of his crime board. He created it for the deadpool. It was a clear whiteboard along with different colour coded tape and markers.
Stiles shook his head. "Nah. Just the trash will do with these. You can help if you want."
She smiled a smile that seemed more like a smirk. "I do love destroying stuff." The two began to remove the different papers, wiped off the notes he had made and wadded up the red tape.
"Hey, do you think you could give me a ride later?" she asked.
"Where to?" He held the sketch of the Mute she had done according to Scott's description. According to Scott it was shockingly accurate. She was very proud of that sketch.
"The sheriff's station," she told him.
"You know Dad's transporting the guy that shot at you," he pointed out. He threw the Mute sketch in the trash.
"I know," she said. "Which is why I wanna get there before that happens."
Stiles froze and turned to her in astonishment. His mouth was open, his arms half raised to the board, his eyes widened in shock. He looked like a computer trying to download information.
The image made her smile. She didn't know why.
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Vic stood outside the sheriff's station as the government transport was prepared. They were transporting Jessie to a prison in Northern California, near Redding. Vic had come to say goodbye.
"Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this?" Stiles asked. "I mean, this is the guy that tried to kill you."
Vic nodded. "I'm sure."
"You want me to come in with you?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I have a feeling if you do come in you're gonna try and throttle him."
He waved his arms around. "Can you blame me?"
She let out a breathy laugh. "No. But he did tell me to tell you he's sorry."
He snorted. "Yeah, because that makes me feel so much better."
Vic smiled. "I missed that sacrasm. For some reason."
"You gonna go in there or not?"
"I'm going, I'm going." She walked into the station then right to the jail cells. Jessie wasn't handcuffed yet. They had a few minutes.
"Hola, Jessie," she greeted.
"Vic," he said. "What are you doing?"
"I came to say goodbye," she told him. "They're moving you to a new prison and I wanted to say goodbye."
"Not everyday someone you try to kill comes to say farewell," Jessie said.
Vic smiled. "Our case is special, don't you think? You tried to kill me, I yelled at you."
Jessie stood up from his seat on the bench and pulled something from his pocket. "I um, I was not able to get this in the mail. Can you, um, can, that's the right word, correct?"
Vic nodded. "Yeah, can works."
He nodded in understanding. "Can you send this into the mail for me. It's for my family. Mi familia."
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)
Hayran Kurgu"My gut is telling me something's off with this kid," Vic said. "And I've learned to trust my gut a long time ago." "What else is your gut telling you?" Scott asked. She paused for a second before she turned to the two boys. "My gut is telling me...
