#bcywithabat

@bcywithabat​ said: ❝  You  could  at  least  look  happy  to  see  me.  ❞ (for Rhudi)

An eyebrow was raised at the human. He was never happy to see anyone outside of his own siblings, and he was fairly sure the human knew that. “Remind me why I’m calling teenagers instead of the Sheriff’s department when I find bodies in the reserve?” he grumbled. Really he should be calling Stiles’ dad, but here he was calling the local pack instead, If he was found out, he’d likely lose his job here on the reserve.

Three years. It'd been a little over three years since Heather had left Beacon Hills after graduation, since she pretty much silently broke up with Stiles and just left without really anything but a note stating she was leaving. Now, three years later, the blonde decided to come back, or least to try and see how Stiles was doing and possibly mention that they have a kid together but she kept their little boy at Scott's place with Ms. McCall, grateful for the fact that mama McCall was so happy to meet the little one. She'd grown up to love Melissa like a mother, so it was no surprise when she gladly took the offer of watching Stanley, their little 3 year old son.  

@bcywithabat​ | continued from here

@bcywithabat​ | cause we needed

Malia was knelt to the ground, bringing the cloth up subtly to her nose so she could get a scent. Scenes like this one, where there was a lot of blood, it made it harder for her to track a scent properly and her colleagues might not be entirely receptive to her sniffing evidence. Joining the FBI had never been a part of her plan - it was her ex’s thing, not hers - but Braeden kind of talked her into it. Reminding her that the FBI is a huge organisation, and Malia’s skills at tracking and hearing things people couldn’t would make her an asset in helping to ensure that killers like Corrine were kept behind bars.

“Tate.” Dark eyes dragged up from the item in her hands as she placed it inside an evidence bag before looking up at her team member. “We have another department from the FBI assisting us with this case.” Malia had just been about to respond when a familiar voice talking outside hit her ears. You’ve got to be kidding her. She sighed to herself as her boss then moved out to greet the other FBI team.

The profiler stood up, passing the evidence bag over to someone before peeling of the latex gloves that made her nose itch. She could hear her Unit Chief briefing the other team in the next room. “We’re glad to have you on board, this is Supervisory Special Agent Malia Tate with the BAU, Malia this is...”

alice didn’t like being sidelined, not for any reason, but especially not because of her brother. her lips formed a thin pink line as she bit back another quip, this one with significantly more bite to it. “if i get myself killed, you have my full permission to resurrect me for your own revenge, but i swear you’re gonna be grateful that i’m here cause i’m actually about to save your ass.”

@bcywithabat​ said: ❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞ (Malia)

She shook her head. Her nose brushing against his back as little causing her nose to twitch as it tickled a little. “No, this is good.” she liked lying cuddled up against him. She’d rather stay like this than get up. Especially when she had math homework to do later. So instead she cuddle in a bit more, her cheek rubbing against his back a little in an effort to get comfy - and get their scents on one another. “Do we even have to get up?”