perpetual anticipation is good for the soul but it's bad for the heart

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[tearhiseyesout]

["I'm good, thanks." Though Cora doesn't sound like she's all that grateful. "And I wouldn't talk about my brother like you know him when you left him behind to rot."

Because yeah. She hasn't forgotten that either.]

Touchy.

[Though Jaqueline doesn't sound like that bothers her.]

I mean, he's still alive right? So no harm, no foul?

[ostensively]

He is. Unscathed. That could be the word of the day.

( She smiles, less sinister. More peacekeeping. )

So do we have a deal? We still have service if you want to order anything. We could make a day of it. Really get to know each other.

[impetere]

Pass.

[Cora isn't in the mood for this bullshit. She glances over at Stiles to see how he wants to play this but she doesn't intend to sit around like they're just friends hanging out.]

[phonetically]

What's the alternative. You stand on the other side of that door until Lydia says 'Yes,' or until Lydia goes through with whatever you need from her?

( He doesn't know yes.

"Yes," Sierra says to both, very matter-of-factly. "Except, we're right next door. We're not going to stand at your door. That would be creepy."

Right? )

[impetere]

It's not like we can go anywhere. Forgive us for not wanting to spend time with our kidnappers.

[Jaqueline shrugs. "Alright, too bad for you. We're a great time."

The look on Cora's face could have killed a person, if she wanted it to.]

[phonetically]

( Sierra drops a card on the little table in 'dining room'.

"If you need anything in the next 24 hours. Blood. Sushi." To Cora. "Punching bag. Call us on that line. It's the only number that will work, but we're not heartless."

They really could've made this a more fun time. But, Scowly over there doesn't like them. )

Thanks for the offer of not starving me out.

( "Stiles, we don't want you dead." )

[impetere]

[Jaqueline nods in agreement. "Defeats the point of hostage negotiation. Anyway. Toodles. You two kids have fun."

The two witches let themselves out and Cora sets her jaw before turning to face him.]

There has to be another way out of this.

[phonetically]

( He hates them both now. He figured had he pulled a gun in a witch fight, he'd regret it. But he at least felt... something. Safer? )

They trapped us with mountain ash and cut us off from outside communication.

( But how far does the spell go is his first thought. )

First thing's first.

( He takes apart his phone, pulling the sim card. )

If this is how they're listening.

( He sighs, the bottom of his palms resting on his forehead. He shakes his head. )

Okay, okay, okay. What can we do.

[impetere]

We need someone to break the ash lines.

[Which is going to be easier said than done when they can't use their phone to call anyone. She drums her fingers against her leg as she looks around.]

How well do you know your neighbors?

[phonetically]

I don't. People know their neighbors?

( In DC and other big cities? Beacon Hills doesn't count. Stiles kept to himself. Everyone knew his dad and who he was as his dad's kid, but nothing past that. He was invisible from preschool to high school and then Scott got bitten.

He kept to himself in college and irritated his FBI recruits.

Neighbors? Never heard of her. )

[impetere]

Some people do.

[She tips her head to the side, curiously.]

Is there anyone in DC who might come if they got a weird phone call?

[They can't move past the threshold, but they can open the door. Maybe they can stick a note to it.]

[phonetically]

My partner, Audrey. My shrink. I don't know anyone else.

( The FBI doesn't encourage you to make outside connections, that is, connections that don't garner results, anyway. )

Are any pack nearby?

[impetere]

[She takes a deep breath, before shaking her head.]

Malia and Derek are in New Orleans, Peter is off doing whatever Peter does, Scott is in Beacon Hills, and Isaac is back overseas.

[She glances around his apartment until she finds a piece of paper and a pen.

Tapping her pen against the paper, she decides to go for the most efficient approach and writes in big block letters:

Knock on the door, get $200.]

People won't say no to free cash.

[And it's not like Cora can't afford it.]

[phonetically]

Now I hope we have freeloading teenagers wandering the halls.

( Or, poor, young, neighbors? It's a plan, though. )

[impetere]

It's at least worth a shot.

[And she will go to stick it to the front of the door, tucking it into the doorknob and closing it, hoping that someone will find it and use it before the witches catch on.]

Now, we wait.

[In the meantime, sitting outside the building and doing his best to be subtle, is Sweets sitting in his car, waiting for his promised backup to arrive while keeping his eyes on the building. He knows he's not usually who Alexander would send in for things like this, but Stiles is his patient and he wants to make sure he's safe.]

[pricetags]

( Dark colony of witches? Luke doesn't let his sister and brother go alone, even though he insists they're meeting a colleague.

It's their sister's car (Luke trained in and Shepp flew in) that pulls up behind Sweets'. )

[likeababyduck]

[Sweets glances up in his rearview mirror, eyes narrowing until he recognizes one of the faces, before lifting a hand to give them a wave to come closer. They should probably coordinate first before they make their way inside, and he's secretly grateful that Shipp brought friends.

He unlocks the car doors and greets them with a smile.]

Thanks for coming.

[And then he turns to introduce himself to the people he doesn't know.]

I'm Sweets.

["Liv," she answers with a wave, not shaking his hand as she slides into the back seat.]

[drugdeals]

( Her brother slides in on the other side and Shepp sits up front. )

Luke.

( "You were closest?" Sweets is right in thinking he's the most surprising choice to send in regarding Stiles the vampire being held hostage. )

[likeababyduck]

That and Stiles happens to be one of my patients.

[So he really was the most convenient option to send in, given he's someone Stiles already trusts.]

Every call goes straight to voicemail, my texts are going undelivered, and I tried sending an email, but I haven't gotten a response. That's not unusual for Stiles though, it's been just over an hour and he's supposed to be on vacation.

[And Sweets knows from experience that Stiles finds email to be the most tedious part of his job.

Liv leans over towards the building and squints. "They could have knocked out cell service and Wi-Fi."]

[drugdeals]

Is that ethical?

( Not the point, though, right? )

Magically.

( Luke plays catchup as Shepherd gives a proper rundown.

"This isn't routine. He's being targeted, probably cut off from outside sources, along with a werewolf ally. The Colony thinks they've neutralized him until they get what they want. Our job is to neutralize them. Or, with less blood on our hands, free him and his friend. Have you seen anything off?" )

[likeababyduck]

He was my patient before he got targeted.

[Or at least he became his patient in good faith, it just so happens that Sweets is in a position to be able to help.

Liv eyes the building, trying to see if she can pick up on any of the magic in use. She's sensing something in the floors above, but she can't exactly pin down what or where. "Do we know what Colony witches we're dealing with?"

Sweets shakes his head.]

I don't know. But I've been taking pictures as people go in and out.

[And he'll pass his phone over to Shep so he can start swiping through the various faces.]

[drugdeals]

( Shep shakes his head, swiping through photos Sweets snapped (10) for Sierra and (1) for Jacqueline.

Luke pulls himself up over the chair to look. A (10) gets him nothing for Sierra and an (18) sends warning sirens off in his head. )

Uhh. Jaq Malreaux is Colony?

( Did you think he's cut his old extracurricular business out since college? That's right, he's still shady af, but has a lucrative business running with witchy psychotics, etc. A chemistry degree got him something besides his day job in the lab. )

[geminated]

[Both Sweets (8) and Liv (3) are unfamiliar with either the name or the person, but Liv turns on her brother and raises and eyebrow because what are you doing doing business with Colony witches.]

And who is that, exactly?

[drugdeals]

A customer. A frequent flyer, and not someone I would want targeting me.

( Customer probably won't cut it, will it? )

She has a smoking hot brother, jury's out on his sexual orientation.

( Distract, distract. )

[geminated]

[Yeah, well, your sister is focused on your indiscretions now. Congrats, Luke.]

You do realize that the Colony is the coven that cast the Gemini Curse, right?

[Because Jo did share that fun fact with her sister during one of their conversations.]