Outside, Tomei had just arrived on school grounds and was looking for Stiles. She found him speaking to the man she knew to be his father and the town sheriff. The boy was speaking animately, waving his hands around as per usual. His eyes then landed on Tomei and waved her over. His father moved and saw her approaching.

"Dad, this is Vio's aunt, Tomei." Stiles introduced. "Tomei this is my dad, Noah." Noah held out a hand and Tomei shook it.

"Nice to meet you." Noah said with a pleasant smile.

"You have a really great son," Tomei said, "he's helped Vi a lot."

"Stiles was just telling me about what you two are planning..." Noah said. "Are you sure you won't get into trouble?" He asked. Tomei shrugged and made some dismissive comment that it worked out well in the movie and Noah laughed.

"I gotta go." Stiles said, hearing Coach yell. He dashed off and left Tomei and Noah standing there. Slightly awkward, Noah asked if she wanted to get a seat. Tomei nodded and followed him to the bleachers. They made pleasant conversation, mainly talking about Stiles and Violeta, until Melissa McCall came and joined them.

"Noah, hi." Melissa said, looking at the newly-instated sheriff. They shared a knowing look, both having grown closer due to the shared trauma caused by a sixteen year old boy called Matt.

"Melissa, how are you." John said. "This is Tomei, Vi's mother."

"We've met." Melissa said with a smile.

"She was Maria's nurse." Tomei explained. Then her eyes grew when she recognised something on the field. "Is that Violeta? In a UNIFORM?!"

"The Coach asked her to step in because the Principal," Melissa said with clear bitter feelings, "felt it wasn't right to have him play with his academic records."

"That doesn't sound right." Noah commented, frowning.

"That Gerard fella is one—" Then Noah and Melissa's eyebrows both raised at the harsh Italian that came out as Tomei clearly cussed him out. Melissa gave a nervous laugh when Tomei finished and sighed.

"Although, he inadvertently got her to play and she hasn't touched a stick since Lou died so I guess that's a win." Tomei said with a satisfied nod. "Still a dick though." She added.

"Is this going to change the plan?" Noah asked, looking at Tomei who was watching her niece. Tomei shook her head. "Nah, should be right."

"What plan?" Melissa asked.

Turning to the mother of the werewolf, Tomei had a bright look on her face, "Stiles is going to be pissed... but have you seen Ferris Bueller's Day Off?"

-

"You're letting me play? What happened to Greenburg?"

"Someone else took his place." Coach said, and Scott immediately laughed, remembering the look on her face when Coach passed her the uniform. He'd actually been about to tell Stiles the news that she was playing, hoping to ease his mind from feeling that they were losing and this was going to end badly when the Coach came up behind them.

"I'm playing." Stiles said, sounding like he might throw up. He looked at the field, the green grass suddenly becoming a lot more scarier. "On the field!"

"Yes." The Coach said, laughing, "Unless you'd... rather play with yourself."

"I already did that today. Twice." The Coach gave him a disgusted look and Stiles met Scott's amused face, giving him a sort of 'come on' look that Scott chuckled at. The Coach then grinned, seeing the person who'd come to stand in front of them.

"Still can't believe that I finally agree to play and you give me the uniform of Greenburg."

Stiles and Scott both swivelled their heads around to see Violeta stood, dressed in the red and white Beacon Hills lacrosse uniform. Stiles eyed her up and down, noting how the beanie was now gone and her hair was tied into a low bun with a few wisps coming down the edges of her face. The familiar red lacrosse jersey hung low on her, showing that it was big. The shorts, however, hung tight to her thighs, having wider legs than most boys in the team. They were rolled up above her knees and whilst they weren't short like that red leather skirt, Stiles still had a hard time looking away from her legs.

Because seeing her, standing there in uniform, Stiles could only gulp and briefly wonder about the chances of there being a third time. It was looking high.

"Oh look, all our guardians are bonding." Violeta said, looking over Scott's shoulder to see Tomei, Noah and Melissa sitting together. Scott turned and waved but Stiles couldn't tear his eyes away. Violeta smirked, feeling proud that this time she was the smug smiling one and he was the shocked idiot fawning over the other.

"You right there Stiles?" She asked, putting on the gloves. He nodded, mouth still wide open at the downright sexual sight in front of him.

"Stilinski, if you're done staring at Rodriguez, would you mind GETTING ON THE FIELD!" Stiles flinched, completely forgetting that Coach was right there next to him and scrambled to put his helmet on and get into position.

Wait, what position?

"You take McCall, I'll, and it pains me to say this, be Greenburg." Violeta said, coming up to him.

"I can't take Scott's place." Stiles said. "You do it! You're better!"

"Have you ever even seen me play?"

"No..." Stiles said, trailing off as he realised that fact. Then, with much more enthusiasm, added, "But I definitely know you're better."

"Stiles?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Go take Scott's place and stop undervaluing yourself."

Stiles nodded and Violeta laughed, seeing how extra bouncy he was due to the nerves of actually playing. She got into position and grinned seeing the black uniform of the opposition. The Beavers had long since been her rivals. Well, Sun Hill High were her rivals. They were the prep school at the outskirts of Beacon Hills, about a forty minute drive. Well, Violeta had been in that car ride when Eugene Wallace did the drive in twenty after they sped back from a drug deal gone wrong.

Fun fact: the rich white kids of Sun Hill High love cocaine.

Sounds kinda funny since they go to a prep school called Sun Hill High which is special entry. Yet here she was, looking at the black uniforms that were more hyped up than Stiles.

So when she felt a drastic change the aura, her first reaction was to look around the players. There was still two minutes until the game started and Violeta scoured for what could've caused a disturbance.

Her eyes landed on Gerard.

She looked at Scott who was not moving, obviously his sensitive hearing picked up on something that she would've paid every dollar she had in a bet to say it was Gerard. Violeta ditched her post and went to the Coach and shook her head, "I'll be first sub. I can't play right now."

"What, why? Do you have your period?" Violeta ripped her helmet off and Coach immediately saw the error in his questioning. "Okay, uh. Look, I can't Vi. I put you in because you're better than all my other reserves. I put them in, we lose."

"Coach!"

Never in a million years did Violeta think she would be relieved to see Isaac Lahey. Violeta threw the werewolf her stick, not caring that he had his own and patted him on the shoulder as she rushed up the bleachers to where her aunt sat. People were talking at the randomness of a player abruptly leaving the field minutes before the championship game. It pained her also that it was against Sun Hill but that fact alone made her realise there were a few things she had to do.

"Vi, what's wrong?" Tomei asked when Violeta rushed up to her.

"Derek Hale."

"What about him?" Tomei said with a confused frown.

"It's a Code Red." Violeta said, making Tomei's face drop. She shook her head and Violeta gave her a pitying look. "I'm so sorry to do this."

"I left that life behind when I took you in. I made an oath."

"I know." Violeta said. "But Gerard is here with Jackson." Tomei nodded pursed her lips and closed her eyes. "I know you were never meant to be pulled into this mess but it's only a security detail. Believe me, everything is under control. I just need to make sure we can hold it all off until the end of the game."

"But then I'm going to miss—"

"Please, Tomei." Violeta near begged. "For my dad— your brother."

"You're really gonna pull the Lou card? Seriously?" Violeta waited and saw the defeat come across her aunt's face. "Ugh. I can't believe I'm going to have to deal with Mr. Chromatic." She added and stood up.

Violeta laughed, feeling a rush of relief. "It's good to have you back Agent."

"Go away and don't call me that."

"Agent?" Noah finally asked, looking at Tomei and Violeta.

"FBI Special Ops." Violeta said with a proud smirk.

"Former Special Ops." Tomei said. But she stood tall and nodded at Violeta, trusting her niece's judgement. She had to because, simply put, this was an order given to her by someone who was more than just her niece.

"Excuse me, Noah and Melissa," Tomei said as she crackled her neck side and side. "I have ass to kick."

"Train Depot." Violeta informed her as to where the werewolf was hiding.

"On it."

Noah's eyes grew as he watched Violeta's aunt stand up and jump the railing. They were at the very back of the bleachers and new it was very high up. Violeta let out a steading breath, nodding to herself. She saw Lydia Martin approach and awkward smile at her as she took a seat beside Melissa.

"Violeta are you going to explain what's going on?" Noah asked her. "And since when your aunt was a FBI operative?"

"Since she joined the force when she finished high-school." Violeta distractedly rambled off, pulling out her phone. Noah and Melissa both kept asking her questions which Violeta didn't answer, focusing on hurriedly sending out the text messages. She made sure to add that Sun Hill was here in case anyone dogged out. Once she was done, she chucked her phone to Violeta. "If anything goes wrong, call the first number in the favourites." Lydia shakily nodded, holding the phone in her grasp

"Vi, come on you need to talk to me—" Noah started once more.

"Gerard wants Derek Hale. Motives are a little unclear so we'll go with the vengeance spiel he's preaching for the death of Kate Argent." She rushed out, not bothering to hide the truth. Melissa put a hand over her mouth and even Lydia looked shock. She saw the way Noah's whole demeanour shifted into Sheriff Stilinski mode.

"Okay well we need to evacuate—"

"No." Violeta immediately shut him down. "Look, Noah. I told you so you're in the loop but this game will still go down. You know why? Because your son is playing and this is the only sense of normalcy he has right now. He needs this. I am taking care of it and nothing, you hear me, nothing will stop Stiles from having his one moment." She said, "Believe me when I say that nothing will stop your son from playing the entirety of this stupid lacrosse game without anything happening. Even if I have to force my aunt out of retirement."

Noah could only stare, mouth slightly ajar as he saw how vehement Violeta was to put aside a potential murder so that his son could play lacrosse. She had pulled in her an apparently retired FBI Special Operative and —

"—is that rap music?" Noah asked. Just as he did, the siren signalling the beginning of the game sounded and players began running. Noah's attention was torn between watching number 24 and noting the five—six— eight cars that pulled into the parking lot. He faintly noted the long white t-shirts, the sneakers, the puffs of smoke, the faint glitter reflected from the stadium lights on the gold chains.

"I called reinforcements. Lola's older brother Rico will be joining you with some others." Violeta said, bringing John's attention to the little girl from the funeral. "Don't be alarmed if you see... their defensive measures."

Noah sighed, knowing exactly what their defensive measures would mean.

"All this for Stiles?" He asked, a small smile fighting its way onto his face.

"—Who's caught the ball! Guys he caught the ball!" Melissa called out. Noah and Violeta turned to see number 24 with their stick in the air but not moving anywhere. Violeta winced when she saw the two players from the opposite team charge at him.

"Oh, mi alma."

Noah looked at Violeta and her faint Spanish. She had a fond smile on her face and thought about what his son was planning to do tonight. At first, he didn't believe Stiles was being serious. Now, he can't believe that Violeta was doing all this so that he could have a chance to play.

"Okay," Noah said, bringing Violeta's attention back to him, "I'll let you take care of it until the game is over."

Violeta's grin grew and she began dashing her way back to the stairwell to go down to the bleachers. She turned and cupped her hands, running backwards as she yelled out, "DANKE SCHOEN!"

Noah's jaw dropped and even Melissa stared, recognising that phrase... knowing exactly what that meant. None of them could speak. And all he could think was, yes alma indeed.

-

"Alright, I'm ready to go back in." Violeta said, coming to stand next to Coach. Scott looked at her and she gave him a warm, reassuring smile.

He had seen the cars park in the drive way and all of Violeta's friends take their place in scattered, two or three coming to sit in various areas of every bleacher. He saw how five of them came and sat near Gerard and that Rico, and several others Scott had only seen at the funeral, come to sit near his mother and Stiles' father. He saw Rico shake John's hand and nod at his mother.

"Homie relax we got this shit covered." Scott looked over to see that D-Bo had come to sit next to him. Behind him were several others who were sitting on the bottom bleacher bench, nodding at him. The werewolf could smell gun-power, metal and something else. For a short moment, Scott wondered if they all knew about the supernatural.

"No can do." Coach said. "Lahey's playing your spot." Scott looked forward to see Violeta's agitation.

"But if I go in with Lahey then we have a better chance of winning." She tried to reason.

"We're doing just fine." Coach said. At that very moment, the two watched at the ball was thrown to Stiles who missed it with his stick and it hit him on the head. "He's warming up." He tried to reason.

"Okay, listen." Violeta said, reaching and actually grabbing Coach Finstock by the collar. "I put on the uniform when you asked and you know why I don't play. You were there. You were there with him when we used to practice together. He's the one who made you become a Coach." She seethed. "So do it for him."

"Fine." The Coach gave up. "I'll sub off number 24."

"You'll sub off number 15." Violeta said. Scott blinked and once again heard that tone she had used in the station when Matt had gone off the edge trying to find the bestiary. It was commanding, it left no room to disagree and it made you think that if you didn't listen, you would never find peace.

"Okay." Coach said, as if in a trance, "Go on."

She grinned and rushed onto the field. As she did, number 15 threw her his stick and glared at her. He was supposed to give her his helmet but apparently forgot to do so.

It didn't matter because her eyes landed on the white 24 emblazoned on Stiles' jersey and saw the opposition charging at him. She charged forward and bumped into the Sun Hill High Beaver player, knocking them out of Stiles way.

Stiles cried in joy once more at seeing that he got the ball but pulled up short when his eyes landed on Violeta standing in front of him, on the field, not wearing a helmet and grinning widely at him. He felt his body flush at the image of her standing there in a lacrosse jersey and wondered how he'd never conjured up an image like this before since it was such a turn on.

"You going to throw the ball?" She asked. Stiles did so and Violeta winked at him and ran off. Stiles let out a quick, short exhale and tried to focus on playing the championship lacrosse game with Violeta Rodriguez.

Violeta however took note of the player she had tackled and did a double take when she saw just who it was.

"Sebastian?" She asked, recalling the person who had shot Luis. Antonio Sebastian stood up and rolled his shoulders back. He stalked up to her, and made a grand show of slapping the upper left side of his chest with his right hand. Violeta's jaw tensed when at the mark, knowing that was the ultimate sign. It was worse than pulling the finger. In the gang, this was to show someone that they had wronged you and you wouldn't let that slide.

He glanced over and looked the person who brushed Violeta's side up and down. The girl felt the mythical air of a supernatural creature. Isaac Lahey stood up to the guy who had openly dissed Violeta, slapping his chest in that way Isaac had seen only a handful of times. He knew what it meant and the worry ran through him at seeing it being done to Violeta.

Antonio Sebastian spat at the grass by Violeta and Isaac's feet as he brushed past them, making sure to bump into Isaac's shoulder. The werewolf spun and was about to reach out and grab that guy, wanting to teach him a lesson when Violeta stopped him.

"Let it be." She said. "We have a game to play." She gestured with her head and he broke into a jog, keeping up with her as she ran to center field.

"As if they're letting you play," Lahey said, "don't they care that you're a girl."

"Referee doesn't care and Sun Hill love that they have a chance to openly beat me." Violeta said, "They'll probably target me more." As she said that, she cringed when she saw Stiles miss the shot once more.

"Speaking of which," Isaac said, "I have an idea to get Scott onto the field to stop Jackson." With that, he rushed forward and tackled a Beacon Hills player, sending them into the air and landing on their arm in certain angle that made Violeta wince.

"LAHEY!" The werewolf raised his hands in a 'my bad' sort of way, looking at the Coach who yelled at him. He looked back at Violeta who only sighed, shaking her head. Trust.

"I'm guessing you'll be focused on Stilinski." Isaac said with a knowing look.

"Damn straight." She grinned, taking it in her stride and not even bothering to hide it anymore. After everything, seeing the happiness on his face on the field, she knew it was pointless. He had kissed her and said she was wrong so she could have a small, even infinitesimal small chance that he wanted her that way. And if she was going to have try with at infinitesimal small chance, she would try her damn hardest to be with Stiles in anyway she could possibly have him.

She dashed down the field, making sure no one could get to Stiles. Isaac laughed and watched she tackled the opposition with the ball and as she ducked out of their fall, scooped up the ball and threw it to where Stiles stood at the far back.