"What are you smiling about?" Imogen questioned him as she set his plate of food in front of him and she set her own down as well. They didn't have a dinner table considering they had the island in the kitchen and they also spent almost every dinner...
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Later that night after convincing both her boyfriend and Stiles to help her get the phone back, they had agreed to go to the police station that same day. She climbed off her boyfriends bike while Stiles parked his jeep next to them.
The pair walked up to Stiles window as he started handed cards over to his best friend. "Okay, this one will get you into all of the perimeter doors, this one into the evidence room, and this one's for my father's office."
Scott's eyes widened. "You didn't steal these, did you?"
Stiles blinked a few times at the question."No. I cloned them using the RFID emulator."
Imogen furrowed her brows. "Is that worse than stealing?"
"It's smarter." He paused. "Okay. So, now almost everybody's out dealing with the blackout. But there's always somebody at the front desk. There's Dispatch and usually a night shifter or two. You guys are gonna use the service door entrance by the dumpster. All right? Nobody uses it. Now, I'll text you if anyone comes out. But, Scott, if you get caught, I can't help you. My dad's under investigation for an impeachment because of your dad, so, if anything happens I will run and leave you both for dead."
"Got it. Thanks. Seriously, dude." Scott said, gratefully.
He frowned. "I'd ask my dad, but you know..."
"No, I know. I get it."
"Thanks again for doing all this. I know you didn't have to but it means a lot." Imogen said, feeling guilty for lying to them.
"Yeah." He gave her a small smile. "All right, just, uh, hurry up."
The two rushed inside, quietly sneaking by and managed to get inside the office where all the evidence was being kept. They started to dig around in search of the yellow cellphone and Imogen let out mental cheer when she finally found it. Except when she saw that it was dead, she frowned. "It's dead." She muttered, showing Scott.
His eyes fell on the laptop on the desk. "Let's find a charger and we can use the laptop to charge it." They checked the desk and she found one luckily. He connected the wire to the laptop and he turned it on.
He froze when he saw the image on the screen. She followed his gaze and stared at the image of a baby in Rafael's arms. "Is that you?" She could recognize that smile anywhere.
"Yeah." He breathed out, confused at the idea that his father kept his baby picture as a screensaver. It was weird. He didn't take his father for the sentimental type. Did that really mean that his dad really wanted to fix things between them?
She squeezed his hand, she knew how his dad was a sensitive topic. "Come on. Come on." She muttered, as she stared at the black phone screen.
Scott stiffened when he heard his father's voice and went to check out the door window to see him speaking to Stiles. His best friend was trying to distract him. He glanced over at Imogen who was looking just as panicked as he felt. He honestly felt like she wasn't telling him the whole truth about the pictures on the phone. He frowned, hearing the conversation between his best friend and his father. What was it that Stiles knew about his dad?
