"SHE'S NOT DEAD!" Derek repeats himself. Sabrina let out a deep sigh, it had been ten minutes of Derek refusing to believe that Erica was dead.

"Derek, he said, 'there's a dead body, it's Erica.' That doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation." Stiles snaps getting annoyed with Derek's refusal.

"The who was in the vault with Boyd?" Derek replies, his eyebrows raising.

"Maybe they took another werewolf." Sabrina speaks up.

"Why would they take another werewolf?" Derek asks, anger lacing his words.

Sabrina understood he was mad and upset, but he didn't need to snap at her. "I don't know, Derek." She replies irritated.

"Hey, maybe it was the girl in the motorcycle, okay?" Stiles comments, "The one that saved you, Isaac."

Isaac shakes his head, dismissing the idea immediately. "No, she wasn't like us, and whoever was in the vault with Boyd was."

Sabrina sat up for a moment analyzing Isaac's words. "Guys, what if that's how Erica died? They put them against each other during the full moons and see which one survives. Survival of the fittest."

"That's like werewolf thunder dome." Stiles quips.

Derek frowns, looking between everyone. "Then we get them out tonight."

"Be smart about this Derek." Deaton explains, glancing back towards the Alpha. "You can't just go storming in."

"If Isaac got in then so can we."

"But he didn't get through a vault door, did he?"

Scott steps forward. "We need a plan."

"Yes, because our plans always work." Sabrina shakes head slightly. "How in the hell are we going to break into a bank vault in less than twenty-four hours? You idiots can barely do anything without something else terrible happening."

"Uh, I think somebody already did." Stiles answers, his phone in his hand as he reads off an article. "'Beacon Hills First National Bank closes its doors three months after vault robbery.' It doesn't say here how it was robbed, but it probably won't take long to find out."

"How long?" Derek asks.

Stiles scoffs. "It's the internet, Derek. Minutes."

-

When Sheriff Stilinski walked into his sons bedroom, he hadn't expected to find his son lounged on the ground, face planted in the ground, butt in the air as papers stuck to his cheek. He didn't expect to find Scott awkwardly angled in Stiles's desktop chair, and he most definitely didn't expect to find Sabrina asleep on Stiles bed looking like sleeping beauty, laid out nicely and beautifully. Papers were still printing, and the Sheriff let out a sigh, shaking his head.

"Guys." Sheriff calls out. When there was no response from any of them, he tried a bit louder. "Hey, time to wake up. Guys. Guys!" At once, all three teenagers jolted to life wide awake. "I've got to get to work." Sheriff Stilinski announces, watching as all of them slowly start to get up. "You three, get to school." He says before walking off, but he popped his head in at the last minute. "And Stiles?" Sheriff Stilinski begins, "Your friend, Heather, people reported her missing after her party. I just thought you should know. We have an APB out on her after asking her family about it. I'll let you know if the stations finds anything."

Stiles stands up straighter, his eyebrows furrowing. "What do you mean she's missing?"

"No one can find her." His dad replies, before continuing. "But we will. I promise. I've got to go, but I'll see you guys later."

Stiles shuffles around his rooms some, before flinging the papers that stuck to his clothes off of himself. "Ten hours and nothing."

"We'll find something." Scott assures, nodding his head.

Sabrina shakes her head. "Yeah, well, finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead, or Boyd any less about-to-be dead."

Scott frowns, "We still have time."

"Is this whole, like, 'remain-optimistic-in-the-face-of-complete-and-utter-disaster' thing a part of be a better Scott McCall program?" Sabrina asks.

"Uh." Scott begins, looking down with a small smile on his face. "Not if it doesn't work."

Stiles who had not said a word since his dad left, stared down at a piece paper in his hands, his eye widening. "No, no. It works." Shoving the piece of paper into Scott's chest, he moved past us to shout at his exiting father. "Dad! Dad!"

Scott and Sabrina watched as Stiles left, before moving to glance over at the article to see what had him so worked up.

On the front of the article, a large picture had been blown up with an image of Sheriff Stilinski arresting the culprit of the robbery that happened in the Beacon Hills Bank. That was when Scott and Sabrina gave each other the same looks before rushing after Stiles, trying to get the one resource they've had this entire time to stop and explain.

Then, they had to go face high school.

-

"Alright, so we meet at Derek's at five to go over the plan and then we don't get started until dark." Scott explains.

"Okay, so what do we do until then?" Stiles asks.

"Right now? We've got English." Scott notes.

"I am so excited." Sabrina announces sarcastically.

Stiles laughs. "Look at you becoming all sarcastic. I guess I am rubbing off on you."

Sabrina stares at Stiles. "No." Sabrina states before walking into their next class.

Stiles turns to Scott slightly confused. "Did I say something wrong." Scott rolls his eyes in response while letting out a small laugh before following after Sabrina. "Guys." Stiles yells following Scott.

-

Stiles had dropped a large blueprint of the bank down on the table sectioned in between Derek's stairs and of his huge window.

"You see this?" Stiles asks, glancing between Scott and Derek who were looking over his shoulders. His hand was pointed on a part of the blueprint. "This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent, leads down inside into the wall vault, which is right here." He circles a part of the labeled words.

"One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small it took them about twelve hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then, throughout the rest of the night, they sent the cash back up to the guys on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall." Stiles explains, making various markings on the blueprint to act as a visual aid.

"Can we fit in there?" Scott questions.

"Yes." Stiles nods. "We can. Very, very barely; and they patched the wall obviously, so we're going to need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit-"

"Forget the drill." Derek interrupts.

Stiles whips his head around to face the werewolf. "Sorry?" 

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?"

"What do you think you're going to do, Derek?" Stiles asks, raising his eyebrows. "You going to punch through the wall?"

"Yes." Derek confirms. "I'm going to punch through the wall."

"Okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let see that fist-"

"Oh my god, Stiles." Sabrina whispers as she massages her forehead.

"That big, 'ole fist. Come on, get it out." Stiles eggs Derek on, waiting and watching as Derek slowly clenches his hand into a fist, holding it up for Stiles to see. "There, don't be scared. Big, bad wolf. Yeah. Look at that. You see this? It's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid-"

Before Stiles could finish his sentence, his whole body practically flew into the table as Derek punched Stiles hand. Stiles let out a few screeches in pain before struggling out the words. "He can do it."

"I'll get through the wall." Derek confirms, watching as Stiles continued to grasp at his hand. After a while, it got old and he looked between Scott and Peter. "Who's following me down?"

"Don't look at me." Peter says, shaking his head. "I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds yourself."

"Oh shut up Peter." Sabrina snaps angrily, she still wasn't over the fact that he almost killed her sister, died, then came back to life.

"Sure thing, honey." He replies sarcastically.

Sabrina rolls her eyes before looking over at Derek. "So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek questions Peter.

Peter shrugs, "One of them is already dead."

"We don't know that."

"Do I need to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of Alphas. All of the are killers. If that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd are sweet kids and they are going to be missed."

Derek breathes out a deep breath before turning. "What about you?" Derek asks.

Stiles, thinking that it was him being questioned, immediately replies. "Yeah, if you want me to come I can-"

"Not you." Derek huffs, closing his eyes before looking over at Scott.

"Oh. Scott."

They all turned to look at Scott. "I don't know about Erica, but if Boyd's still alive, we have to try to do something. We have to try."

Sabrina notices that his sentence seemed a little bit off. "But?"

"Who's the other girl? The one lock in there with Boyd?"

Derek pauses before pushing off the end of the table. "I guess we'll find out. We need to go. The moon is going to be coming out soon, and we need to get there as soon as possible."