"Yeah, I can already tell we’re gonna have a great client-attorney relationship. Awesome."
Teen Wolf AU: In which Stiles is a lawyer who has to prove Derek’s innocence.
“Why would I set fire on my own house?” Derek asked trying not to kill the FBI agent. He was also trying not to hate the guy, because Derek knew that was just his job, but he was failing miserably.
Derek Hale had just lost his family and his house, and now was being charged as the responsible. Also, he was stuck in an interrogatory room, sitting on a cold uncomfortable metal chair, his legs bouncing while his hands were firmly standing over the cold metal table, facing the FBI agent who was looking at him like he was an insane criminal.
So, yeah, he was completely stressed out, thank you very much.
“You might’ve wanted the insurance money. Or you are just troubled.” Agent Rafael McCall was obviously the biggest idiot in the world if he thinks this would make someone confess a crime.
Or maybe Derek was still a little bitter.
“For the last time, I didn’t kill them. I didn’t set fire in my house. I’m not a psychopath or an incendiary.” Derek’s voice was harsh and could’ve easily cut a diamond.
He was just tired. He had no idea when was the last time he had some sleep. He needed to sleep. He was tired and dizzy. The fact that he was never going to see his family again wasn’t completely digested – he hadn’t even cried yet.
Not that Derek was the crying type, but that was definitely an occasion he could open an exception.
The FBI agent was about to reply, when the door swung open, a teenager in a suit coming in like a furious hurricane.
“I think you’re not supposed to interrogate my client without my presence.” The teenager snapped.
Derek liked him instantly. First, he just had taken the McCall jerk off guard. Secondly… The kid had a face. In other circumstance, he’d have stared at him thinking about all the ways they could fuck each other, but he wasn’t going to think about that right now, of course.
“Your client?” The Agent asked. He was obviously surprised and Derek could feel there was an old tension right there.
So the guy wasn’t a teenager. Teenagers aren’t lawyers and they also don’t have a past with FBI agents.
“Yes. His sister contacted me. Now, if you excuse us, I’d like to talk to my client alone, please.” The guy said easily. He was obviously used to this kind of situation and Derek was envying him and his plenitude. The guy had really beautiful brown eyes. They were so wild and it was like he was more alive than anyone else in the room.
“This isn’t over.” The Agent was about to leave with a scowled face, when the guy stopped him.
“Agent McCall,” he called smirking. “Scott got your birthday present. He asked me to tell you that you can go fuck yourself.”
Derek’s mind ran a little, trying to fit that information in some context. He couldn’t, so he just watched the agent leaving with an incredible angry face, which got Derek in a little better mood. It also made him happier, because the kid wasn’t as controlled as he first thought.
He was kind of badass.
“Derek Hale?” the guy said sitting on the chair opposite to Derek. “Stiles Stilinski. I think you’ve been expecting me.”
“YOU are my lawyer?” Derek asked, because some part of him, he realized, was still thinking maybe he was just an intern or something. But that was the name Laura told him. He was the guy.
Stiles raised an eyebrow to Derek as did you just miss the whole thing or you’re just stupid? Not saying a word, of course. Derek hated people who could talk thru eyebrows, because he loved to be the one doing that.
So Stiles had a good body language. That didn’t make him a good lawyer. His age, on the other hand, was a problem Derek had to face.
“Guess I’m going to the jail, then.” Stiles smirked to that. Obviously he was used to it. “Are you sure you’re even old enough to practice law? You look like you’re twelve.”
“Well, you look like a serial killer, so if you wanna convince the judges of your innocence you might wanna cooperate with me and tone down the murderous glare.” Stiles stopped a second, like he was expecting to hear some kind of protest from Derek, but when the Hale just kept staring at him, he continued. “And just FYI, I graduated summa cum laude from Harvard and have won every case so far. Does that make you feel better?” he finished with an open smile.
His lawyer was some kind of young hot genius. Laura must have picked this one personally, he was sure. Maybe Cora even helped.
“Marginally.” Derek said dryly, but his frowning relaxed a little.
Stiles’ smile growing bigger.
"Yeah, I can already tell we’re gonna have a great client-attorney relationship. Awesome."
Derek couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes or his mouth from twisting up a little bit. But then he thought why he needed a lawyer and his scowl was back on.
Stiles seemed to understand, because he nodded slowly.
“Look, we can leave without answering any other question.” Stiles informed. “They couldn’t do this without your willing, because they don’t have any sort of proof. They can’t hold you here. They just think it’s you, because they are a bunch of idiots.”
Derek raised his eyebrows with a dubious look in his face. The fact that Stiles apparently was sure of his innocence was a good and also a disturbing feeling. And since Stiles was here, Laura and Cora had told Derek the truth; they didn’t doubt him for a second.
“How are you so sure?” he couldn’t help himself. Stiles didn’t look surprised.
Stiles licked his lips, and Derek will never admit he was paying attention to that, because that would be the same to say he was a completely idiot person. His family had just died and he’s flirting? No, not happening.
“Let’s just say I know an innocent person when I see one. And…” Stiles bend forward like he was about to share a big secret. “Let’s say your sister told me about your suspicion and I have something there.”
Stiles blinked one eye and got up in a second.
“Let’s go? Your sisters are crazy worried about you.”
Derek sighed with relieved and followed Stiles to the arms of his sisters.
The next day the three Hales remaining conscious were in Stiles’s office. It was a nice fancy office and that made Derek realize Stiles wasn’t joking around about his job. Well, the research he did about him also helped. Stiles was quite famous.
“I kind of have it all figured, but I need you to tell me everything;” Stiles said. A brown-haired man entered in the room, sitting with a notebook next to Stiles, and Derek hesitated. Stiles followed his gaze and explained. “This is Scott McCall. He’s my assistant.”
“McCall?” He chocked. Stiles nodded.
“Yes. You can’t blame him if his father is the world’s biggest jerk.” Stiles said like Scott wasn’t there, but Scott didn’t seemed annoyed. Derek didn’t relax even a little. “If you are worried about Scott’s loyalty, I can ask someone else to do this, but…” Stiles now was looking deep in Derek’s eyes. “We were raised together and my father is married to his mother. I trust him completely, and I need you to trust me completely too if you want to get out of this free.”
Derek didn’t even realize he was shaking his head. Stiles smiled. It wasn’t an huge smile or something, but that was enough to make Derek feel better. Even so, Stiles turned his gaze to Scott.
“Scott, tell Danny to come here.” He said. “You’re off this case.” Scott then was with lost puppy eyes. “You’re going to work with Allison in the Greenburg case.”
Scott smiled (now like a happy puppy) a little confused.
“But you said I can’t work with Allison, because I get distract.”
Stiles raised an eyebrow.
“So go before I change my mind.” Scott almost ran out of the conference room and Stiles added “But bring Danny here first.”
“You have him in a collar, don’t you?” Laura asks with a smile. Stiles smiles back.
“I like to believe so.” And he turned to Derek again. “It’s nice to know you trust me, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Derek frowned and it took him a second to realize he was talking about Scott.
Like Stiles was about to ask him out. In front of his sisters. In his officer. In the middle of the case. Nice, Derek, really professional of you.
A guy, Danny – he assumed, entered and sat where Scott was a few seconds before. Stiles introduced him properly and the room was filled with silence.
“So, again, why do you think it was her?”
Derek wanted to look away, but he couldn’t break the eye-contact he’s established with Stiles.
“We were together for a while.” He started after cleaning his throat. “And then she started to be too… Possessive is the word. I couldn’t be away for five seconds and she was screaming that I had a lover or something like that. I realize she was crazy when she hit a girl who asked me what time it was. Then I broke up with her, two months ago.” Derek could feel his hands shaking. He could feel his jaw tense. He could see Stiles’ warming eyes, but he could see the way he was shifting in his seat, like he was the one made with Kate. Danny was writing something down. “She kept trying to contact me. She left me messages, and gifts, and kept coming to my work. Then I told her to go fuck herself, that what we had was over, that she was crazy and I couldn’t even look at her without feeling sick.”
Laura pressed her hand against his. Cora laid her head on his shoulder. He felt a little better.
“Smooth.” Danny murmured. Stiles almost killed the guy with his glare.
“She said it wasn’t to end that easily. A week later, my house burns down.” Derek finished. “I was supposed to be the one dying, of course. She knew I’m usually at home during full moons, because we used to have sort of a family reunion. But Cora had a car problem and Laura and I left to help her.” Derek hid his face in his hands. He couldn’t look to his sisters or Stiles. Because he wasn’t the one with the match, but he was guilty.
He felt his sisters hugging him. He opened his arms, so they could hug him properly. He cried. They three did. The thing was finally out. His guilty wasn’t on his chest anymore. He could morn. He could cry. He could now be strong for his sisters.
“We don’t blame you.” Laura said and Cora repeated. He smiled somewhere in the middle of his tears.
Derek could swear he saw Stiles’ eyes a little wet, but he wasn’t sure. Somehow, the fact that Stiles knew this and it was still there made Derek feel something good in his chest.
Right, Stiles was his lawyer and he was getting paid, but there was a hope somewhere in Derek’s body telling him that he and Stiles were going to be together after this shit.
“So,” Stiles begin with a light tone “My partner is Kate’s niece and told her to dig in a little. You can’t wait to know what she found out.”
“What is it?” Cora asked.
“Wait for the trial. The FBI will charge Derek even if there’s no proof. And then we’re gonna rock that tribunal and get that bitch arrested.” Stiles smiled and exchanged a glance with Danny.
Derek felt happy, excited and… Jealous.
Derek was ridiculous, obviously.
The trial day was a week after the reunion. Derek was shaking a little, feeling unsure, but his sisters were more confident than anything else.
He wasn’t the killer. He hadn’t anything to hide. There was no reason to be nervous.
When he saw Stiles, he heart skipped another beat, this time for a completely different reason. The lawyer had glasses on, and that was more than Derek could handle. Today, if he wasn’t arrested, he was going to Stiles’ house. Or Stiles was going to his hotel room. Details, details.
“Hey.” Stiles smiled. He had brought a little team. Scott Puppy-Eyes, Danny Last-Name-Unkwon and a brunette. “Derek, this is Allison Argent. My associate and the one you should be thanking.”
Allison obviously wasn’t relaxed. She looked ashamed.
“I’m so sorry about my aunt.” She said with a wrecked voice. “I had no idea. But I did my best to…”
“It’s okay.” Derek stopped her. There was no point. He smiled at her. “I’m glad to know there are good Argents out there.”
Allison smiled seemed relief, and Derek felt he has grown at some point in this. In the past, his posture would have been probably different.
“Don’t judge a family because of one jerk member.” Scott said with a cocky tone. Stiles rolled his eyes and slapped the back of Scott’s head.
Derek also felt a little better when he saw Erica, Isaac and Boyd there. They were his three only friends and their support was something that caught him off guard too. Derek hated his mixed feelings.
So while he was waiting, he kind of started smiling. His sisters were still alive despite all this. His uncle was in coma, but he would get out of this – Peter is a tough one. His friends haven’t abandon him. And there was Stiles.
And he was saying Stiles, because Stiles had grabbed his hands sitting next to him. Derek doubt that was a thing Stiles did to all his clients. That meant something, he knew.
“You can come in.” a woman announced with a lazy tone. Everybody started to get inside, except Derek and Stiles, they kept still with his hands together.
Stiles opened his mouth to say something, but Derek was faster.
“We didn’t win the case… Yet.” Stiles answered. “Thank me later.”
Stiles was bend a little closer to Derek’s mouth. He looked up, like he was asking for permission, and then, when Derek smiled openly, Stiles kissed him. It was a quick kiss. Too short, in fact. Stiles stand up and looked down at Derek.
“To give us good luck.” It’s all that the lawyer said.
Derek was sitting in there. He’d just said his name and something about not lying.
“Is it true that you could win millions with the insurance?” Jackson, the accusation lawyer asked.
“Yes.” Stiles had told Derek to simply answer the questions. No ‘buts’, no ‘it’s not like that’, no ‘I mean’. Honest and open, he said.
“Were you having any sort of money trouble? Tell me about your job.” he asked again.
“Yes. I’m a mechanic. There are ups and downs.”
“Your only alibi is the word of yours sisters, who could be helping you?”
“Yes.” Derek didn’t scowl either. Stiles told him to keep a clean face, trying to avoid the whole I’m gonna kill the next idiot thing that Derek generally did.
“No more questions, your Honor.” Jackson then sat back. Stiles stand up and came with a smile in his face.
“Hello.” He said. “Tell me, you come from a big family, right?”
Derek nodded. He and Stiles didn’t rehearsal any of this. As far as Derek knew, Stiles could be making everything up right now.
Of course he knew he wasn’t. He trusted Stiles. He knew there was some sort of master plan behind all this.
“And did you love them?” Stiles’ tone was soft.
“Would you kill them for money?”
“Is it true that you were a boy scout when you were a child?”
“Objection, your Honor. How is it relevant?” Jackson said interrupting.
The judge, Finsctock or something, look with a curious look to Stiles direction.
“What’s the point of this, Stilinski?” the judge asked.
“If I’m able to continue, you’ll know.” Stiles said and he got an approval nod. “Were you a boy scout, Derek?”
Derek was able to not scowl/roll his eyes/laugh at the question. He wasn’t following. But he trusted Stiles.
“No, I’ve never been a boy scout.”
Stiles shook his head.
“Well,” he said turning to face the jury, “Kate Argent’s never been a girl scout either. Ms. Argent is the defendant ex-girlfriend. She was stalking Mr. Hale, since they’ve broken up two months ago. A week before the fire, Mr. Hale confronted Ms. Argent and she threatened him. I think you can all see the connection.”
Stiles made a pause. He looked in Allison’s direction and twisted his hands giving her some sort of signal.
“Why would I ask if she was a girl scout? Well, not everyone knows how to trap a big family like Mr. Hale’s and set fire without letting much proof behind. A, let’s say, chemical teacher would know how to do half of this. And a girl from a military family would know how to do the rest.”
“Do you have any proof?” Finstock asked looking a little interested on that.
“Yes, please. I’d like to dismiss Mr. Hale and call Mr. Harris, please.” Stiles said. Derek walked to his spot, sitting feeling a little less nervous. He was thinking Kate might have tried to incriminate him, but since she was expecting him to die, she haven’t.
Allison opened the door and pale man entered in the room looking terrible anxious.
“Mr. Harris, how are you? I don’t see you since the detention of my last day of school.” Stiles said with a smile.
“I’m fine.” He wasn’t. Obviously.
“If I remember correctly, you used to have a drinking problem you were trying to fix. Were you able to pass that?”
“I have bad days.” Harris looked defeated already. He knew what was coming.
“Well, I have a question. Did you say how to burn a house down to a young lady at some point in the last two months?” Stiles said with his head bend to the right. “And, please, keep in mind we have the footage of the bar where you talk to this beautiful lady called Kate Argent.”
“Yes, I did. But I didn’t know she was going to…” His voice died. “I heard about the fire and then I realized, but I didn’t know back then.”
Stiles laughed lightly.
“It’s okay. I’m not going to send you to detention like you used to do with me every day back in high school.”
“Stilinski, unprofessional.” Finstock hissed.
“Sorry. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to say this. Anyway, Mr. Harris, can you confirm you explained how to burn a house down to this young lady?” Stiles showed him a picture of Kate.
“Yes. I even made a list with the stuff that someone would need and also a step-by-step list.” The jury kind of booed him and he blushed. “I was trying to impress her!”
“It’s okay. You’re dismissed.” Stiles said. “I mean, unless… Whittmore, do you have any question?”
Jackson said a “no” with a grumpy face. His case was lost. Before, Derek was a weird possibility to explain the fire. Now the whole thing sounded ridiculous and everybody was already convinced it was Kate.
But Stiles needed to show more proof first, of course.
“I’d like to call Ms. Kate Argent, please.” And Derek saw himself holding his breath.
Kate was as beautiful as always, but all Derek wanted was to never see her again.
“Hello, Ms. Argent.” Stiles smiled. “Let me give you the chance to finish this for once. Did you kill your ex-boyfriend’s family?”
“No, I didn’t. I don’t even know how he could even think that.” Kate said with fake tears coming out of her eyes.
She was a damn good actress.
“Well, weird.” Stiles frowned like he was thinking hard. “You know what? Harris must be drinking too much and the warehouse must be a delusional thing.” He then looked at the jury with surprise. “Wait, I didn’t tell you about the warehouse yet, did I?”
Derek was completely angry, but watch Stiles so relaxed, acting like doing that was the coolest thing on Earth made him relax too. It was like Stiles was in a stage, the principal actor, no one could look away from him.
“You see, my father is the sheriff and he said the things necessaries for burning a house down should’ve been storage in some place before, you know. I mean, you had to lock everyone inside and that needs equipment and lots of fuel.”
Stiles looked around to see if everyone was following. He smiled to Derek before he continued.
“I’m also aware that you’re not just a pretty face. You wouldn’t just put everything in your house. You also have a brain. You’d rent some lost house. But you’re not too smart. I had to look around, asking about warehouses rented in the past two months. So I just had to cross the names with the police files.”
“Please, I don’t want you to get me wrong. I went to the police files looking for someone whose wallet has been stolen lately. This high school student, Ethan, had his wallet stolen and his ID was in it. Two days later, he name was used to rent a warehouse. Weird, uh? He denies it, and I believe him.”
“So, I was thinking, how that would happen? I mean, I can’t see a beautiful woman like you stealing wallets. Then again, you like man to do your dirty work. A month ago, your niece, the incredible Allison Argent who works with me, said something about this kid, Matt, creeping outside your house. I didn’t think about it back them, but after listening that you might’ve been the responsible? I saw the light.”
“I went to look for Matt. He’s a troubled kid. He told me how you seduced him and convinced him to help you. Also, I got a warrant to go to the warehouse. They found fuel and all sorts of interisting stuff. I might also have got a warrant to your house. We found Ethan’s ID. Harris’ list. The warehouse key. And by we, I mean the Sheriff’s office, of course. And if that’s circumstantial, they found some digitals on the warehouse. I think they’ll fit you just fine, Ms. Argent.”
And Derek can’t exactly remember the rest, because he was thinking about how damn in love he was with that guy.
The next thing Derek realizes is that he’s outside the court. That there were journalists there, all of them dying to know about the result.
Kate was arrested for good. She was never going to be free again. Matt was going to an asylum, because he was really troubled. Harris was going to walk away free, because it wasn’t really his fault. He had a terrible taste for woman.
Derek could relate to that.
But Derek’s taste for man… Well, that was something else.
Stiles was looking at him. His eyes were wilder. Derek were still amazed by how awesome Stiles was out there.
“The case is over.” Stiles announced standing really close to him.
“Yes, it is.” Derek nods.
“I’m not your lawyer anymore.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You’re not my client anymore.”
“No, I’m not.”
Stiles bit his lips, looking unsure for the first time. His confidence apparently was left in the trial. “I’m gonna go home. You should go celebrate.”
“Nop. I’m only gonna celebrate if I get to go to your house.” Derek said.
Derek did blush, but he’d always denied it.
“You have a thing for lawyers who look like twelve-year-olds?” Stiles suddenly smiling looking like it was Christmas morning.
Derek laughed, openly, really laughing for the first time since the fire.
“No, I think it’s just you.”
“Glad to know.” Stiles answered and they started to kiss.
This time a real kiss. A kiss with desire and passion.
People around them kind of clapped, and they slowed things a little, smiling against each other’s lips. But they’re too freaking happy to stop completely.
And they didn’t stop kissing. Well, they did stop, but just to drive to Stiles’ house. After they got there, well, that’s another story.
But Derek was right. They were together after all.
NOW, I can sleep.