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Its not a surprise to Peter that Internal affairs is looking in to the Beacon Hills Sheriff. Peter has been working carefully behind the scenes ever since Stiles admitted to him his father was a cop.
Word had come back to him a few months back the Sheriff had been asking around looking for a young man. Describing a skinny young pretty boy with dark hair and eyes and moles. Saying he was a person of interest in some cases he was working.
Peter sends out a few messages, asks some pointed questions and then sits back to watch the chips fall.
As always he is careful, nothing can lead back to him or the Den. Everybody likes a bit of gossip, it won't take long for people to start talking and making stuff up to make the stories more interesting.
A casual comment at a coffee shop, a hushed but not quiet conversation at the grocery store, a simple call to the local truancy officer.
Rumours and gossip have a way of growing like a living organism, and Peter enjoys watching as simple hints become fully fledged beliefs.
Within 24 hours, rumours are running rampant around Beacon Hills that the Sheriff isn’t as clean and perfect as he seems.
Little old ladies are whispering about how he was never the same after his wife's illness and death.
Hushed voices start asking about what happened to his son, no one remembers Claudia or Noah ever mentioning family and none had been at the funeral, so where was he?
Peter makes a few inquiries and finds out the good sheriff has been spending quite a bit of time at a certain house of ill repute. He talks the owner into giving him some incriminating photos and videos.
People around here were more afraid of Peter than they were of the police.
Now that Stiles had run into those kids from his old school, Peter assumed it wouldn't be long before the man started snooping again and he was already seen too close to the den for his taste.
The day before Stiles' birthday and big show Peter gets a call from one of his part time bartenders. Some old guy is asking a lot of questions down and around the Jungle, acting like a cop but out of uniform and he’s making all the working boys nervous.
It's a quiet night and they have a few extra people around. Quietly he gets Derek and Boyd's attention and the three of them make their way through the dark empty streets towards where their prey was last seen.
He doesn’t even see them coming. Reeking of alcohol, it doesn't take much for Derek and Boyd to have him on his knees in the muck and refuse. Peter smiles as Boyd wretches the man's arm back and up, knowing the young man would love to break the man's arm.
“Good evening Noah” Peter leans back against the brick wall with a smirk. “I’m not sure why you keep showing up here or what you think you’re doing, but I am sure it's all a big mistake.”
“It's Sheriff Stilinski.” The Sheriff snarls and attempts to pull away from the hands holding him. Boyd tugs his arm up higher and the man grunts in pain. Peter catches Boyd's eyes, he knows how much Boyd hates abusers, but they don't want this shit head hurt too much.
“It's no mistake. I know my son is whoring himself out around here and he needs to be taught a lesson.” He spits out.
Derek and Boyd press down hard and fast with enough force, Noah's face bounces off the pavement, with a crunch, anger evident.
“Oh, Noah, Noah, Noah. Stiles is a brilliant young man. And he knows nothing about your current situation. And we are going to keep it that way.”
Peter steps forward staring down at him, voice quiet, steady and filled with contempt. “You're drunk and somewhere you shouldn't be.”
Noah jerks his head up and spits at Peter, Peter's eyes flash red and his claws come up as he swipes across the sheriff's cheek. Blood swells immediately in the wounds dripping down his neck
Pulling out his handkerchief Peter slowly wipes his hands clean of blood, he nods and Derek and Boyd let go so suddenly the sheriff collapses on his side, breathing heavily. The alley fills with the smell of fear and piss.
“You came here out of uniform, reeking of alcohol. What do you think the Internal Affairs Department will think if I call them? I hear you are under review at the moment. How about I release the videos of you stumbling down the street, getting in your cruiser drunk? Or leaving the whore house down the street? Add in the child abuse and abandonment. Can your reputation take it? Hmmm.”
“A smart man knows when he’s lost Noah. I know you’re not a smart man. But I hope you are smart enough to get the hell out of this part of town and not look back.” Peter steps back with a smile.
Derek and Boyd step away into the shadows without a sound.
Peter walks away with a shake of his head. “Feel free to never come back..”