#fbis undercover

I am not going to let you screw this up for me, Stilinski," he said and got in Stiles' face. "I don't like you, you don't like me. But for this mission, if you jeopardize it in any way, I'll shoot you myself.

Be cool and act like I’m actually your husband, or we won’t get out of here alive

I think there's something wrong with me," Stiles says. Hale snorts. "I could have told you that," he says. "Tea?

Uh, Stiles…" Derek began. The instructor nodded encouragingly. "You have pretty eyelashes.

Seriously, dude? The Daily Beacon?” “I’m blending.” He mumbles, his eyes now shifting between his partner and the people dancing by the jukebox near the grass. “Yeah, man, you’re managing to do it like a carrot in a bowl of potato chips at a kid’s party.

These two men share a last name not because they’re brothers, Special Agent Stilinski,” Deaton says, giving him a pointed look. “They’re a married couple. That’s why you need the wedding rings. They’re a married couple you and Special Agent Hale are going to impersonate.

What if I could get you off desk duty?” he finally says. Stiles looks up, eyes wide. “Can you? Please, please, please. I’d love you forever.” Derek’s heart skips a beat. “We need you to go undercover as a model.” Stiles starts laughing instantly. His grin is bright, his voice is loud, and Derek waits for him to calm down. “Me?” he says. “A model? Shut up.