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Chapter Fifty-Eight
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"What did she say?" Sawyer asked once her father walked out of his office and over to her and Lydia, "Hard to tell. There were words- I'm not sure there were actual sentences." He said, making Lydia sigh. "Nothing." She said, leaning against a desk, "I think we need a psychologist. Or a medium." Stilinski said, making Sawyer hummed slightly. 

"Well, I think I'm probably gonna be the closest thing to a medium you'll find on short notice." She said and Lydia looked at them, "Is she even competent enough to be charged with something?" Lydia asked and Sawyer shook her head slightly. 

"If she is the Benefactor, then she was competent enough to trick Kate into opening the Hale vault as well as being competent enough to blackmail Brunski into helping her; and competent enough to create a giant hit-list and pay money for its completion." Sawyer said and Stilinski nodded in agreement. 

"This girl's practically a criminal mastermind." He said and Sawyer nodded while Lydia sighed softly, "There's gotta be a reason why she would do this..." She said. "I'm only interested in the 'why' if it tells me the 'how' " He said and Sawyer nodded slightly while crossing her arms over her chest, "You mean how to stop it." She said and he nodded. 

"After what happened to Scott tonight, this thing's still going. The payments could be automatic. And, as long as the killers are getting paid- and paid very well- that list is gonna keep getting smaller." He said and Lydia nodded, "We don't just need to stop the Deadpool..." Lydia said and Sawyer sighed. 

"We need to stop the money." 

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Stilinski walked out of his office behind a few other people to see Sawyer and Lydia asleep on the bench. Sawyer had her arm around Lydia who was leaning against Sawyer's chest. Stilinski signed softly before gently grabbing his daughter's shoulder making her start to wake up which made Lydia wake up. 

"I thought I told you two to go home." She said and Lydia shook her head, "I thought we told you we weren't going anywhere." Lydia said and Sawyer nodded in agreement. "Did they get anything out of her?" Sawyer asked as Stilinski sat down next to her. 

"Should have gone with the medium." He sighed and then Parrish walked over to them, "We went through everything in Brunski's office, and so far, everything amounts to pretty much nothing." He said then looked at Sawyer and Lydia. "Did you guys not go home yet?" He asked and Sawyer just shrugged slightly, "We're not leaving until Meredith talks." She said. 

"Guys, I promise she'll talk, and when she does, I'll let you know. Trust me on this- everybody talks eventually." Stilinski said before shooting his daughter a look when she made a slight sound of disagreement. "Then let me try." Lydia said, making them look at her, "No! We've already discussed this-" Stilinski started to say but Lydia cut him off. 

"I've gotten through to her before! Just let me try." Lydia said, making Stilinski sigh softly while Sawyer raised her hand slightly. "I'm with Lydia on this." She said and Stilinski gave her a look, "Do you actually agree with her or is it just because she's your girlfriend?" Stilinski asked. 

"Technically she's not even my girlfriend yet so..." Sawyer said making them all gave her a look, "Okay, look at it like this. She's a scared teenage girl or young adult, whatever, instead of sending a bunch of adult strangers to talk to her... Send in someone who's around the same age as her, and who she knows, who's also a Banshee like her. Dad, you know I have a point." Sawyer said, making Stilinski sigh as he looked at Parrish. 

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"I think I'm getting an idea of how all this happened..." Lydia said and she slightly paced back and forth in front of Meredith, "You used Brunski, right? You knew he'd kill people... and that he would do it again." She said, glancing over at where Sawyer, Parrish and Stilinski stood before sitting down next to Meredith. 

"He used my grandmother's code for the Deadpool. He put it online. He took the money from the Hale vault, then turned the bearer bonds into cash. He made the payments. Was it Brunski's idea to fake your death? Did he get nervous because you helped us with one of the cipher keys?" Lydia asked. 

"I wanted to help." Meredith finally said, making Sawyer, Parrish and Stilinski glance at each other while Lydia nodded, "All you ever wanted to do was help. Is that why you're here? I know you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to talk." Lydia said. "I do- but only to one person." Meredith said and Lydia nodded slowly, "Who?" She asked. 

"Peter... Peter Hale." Meredith said, making Lydia glance at the adults while Sawyer sighed in frustration, "Of course he has something to do with this... He always does." 

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"Her? That's the girl that stole my money?" Peter asked, staring at Meredith through the two way mirror, "That 'girl' is a Banshee. They're more dangerous than you think." Lydia said and Sawyer nodded in agreement. "Oh, I think that girl's pilot light went out a long time ago." Peter said, making Sawyer roll her eyes as she and Lydia glanced at each other. 

"Sheriff, not to question the unquestionably sterling reputation of your department, but are you absolutely sure you got the one?" Peter asked making Stilinski give him an unimpressed look, "How about you just go in there and see what she has to say?" He said, making Peter sigh slightly before walking out the small room and into the interrogation room. 

"Okay... Meredith, where's my money? Or, more correctly, what's left of it." Peter said after sitting down across from Meredith. She didn't say anything just looked at him confused before starting to reach her hand out making Sawyer furrow her brows. Meredith reached out and lightly touched Peter's face making him grab her wrist which made Parrish quickly put his hand on his holster. 

"Let her go. Let her go." Parrish said in a warning tone making Peter slowly let go of Meredith's wrist, "Why did you do that?" He asked. "They're all... gone..." Meredith said, making realization cross over Sawyer's features, "They have met before." She said. 

"The burns... They're all... gone." 

"Meredith, you put everyone- including my nephew and my daughter- on a death list! Don't you think you owe us the slightest explanation as to why?" He asked and she leaned forward slightly, "You said it had to be kept secret..." She said in a slight whisper, making him nod slowly. "I said? I said that to you?" He asked and she nodded, "You said it." 

"Meredith... Allow me to remind you yet again- we have never met. Ever." Peter said and Sawyer stood up straight, not liking the way he sounded, "What the hell is he doing?" She mumbled. "You don't remember?" Meredith asked and he shook his head, "No... But maybe you do." Peter said before standing up, making Sawyer's eyes widened before quickly running into the room. 

"Peter!" She yelled but he had already pushed the table and Parrish away and out his claw into the back of Meredith's neck. "Don't! Don't touch them. If you break the bond, you could kill them- both of them." Sawyer said as Stilinski and Parrish pointed their guns at Peter. 

"What are we supposed to do?" Stilinski asked and Sawyer sighed and shook her head slightly while walking around Peter and Meredith, "We wait until it's over." She said and Parrish glanced at her. "What the hell is he doing to her?" He asked and she looked at him, "Seeing her memories..." She said and all of the sudden Meredith gasped lightly and opened her eyes before whispering something. 

"Do you hear that? She's saying something." Stilinski said and Parrish looked at Lydia and Sawyer, "Can you guys understand that?" He asked. "I can. I can hear perfectly." Lydia said and Sawyer nodded in agreement as they focused on what Meredith was saying. 

"She was in the hospital- the same hospital." Lydia said and Parrish raised his eyebrows, "Same as who?" He asked. "Peter. It was right after the fire and Meredith could hear him." Sawyer said and Lydia nodded in agreement. "Hear what?" Stilinski asked, "Everything. She was hearing every thought in his head, like they'd somehow found the same wavelength. And now, everything going through his mind was also going right into hers." Lydia said. 

"For how long?" 

"Weeks. Maybe months." Sawyer said and Lydia nodded, "It was almost like he was standing right over her bed, talking about the fire. About getting revenge." Lydia said and all of the sudden Peter pulled away from Meredith making Parrish quickly shootout to catch her as Peter fell to the ground. Parrish gently tilted Meredith's head forward to see the claw marks as Stilinski pointed his gun at him, "It was your idea... And you don't even remember." Sawyer said with a harsh glare. 

"Are you kidding me?" 

"Hands where I can see them." Stilinski said as Peter started to stand up, "How the hell was I supposed to remember any of that?" He asked. "She got it from you." Lydia said, making Peter look at her, "I was out of my mind! Do you know what it's like for one of us to be in a coma? Paralyzed but cognizant? You try not going crazy." He said and Sawyer stepped up next to Lydia 

"She was listening to you." She said and he looked at her, "She was listening to the ranting and raving of a lunatic! A former lunatic. I'm much healthier now." He said, making her scoff. "To an extent." She said and he rolled his eyes, "I had nothing to do with this." He said, looking at Stilinski. 

"If she was following your lead on this, then how do we know there isn't more?" Stilinski said, making Peter squint at him, "Stealing my own money? Really?" He asked and Stilinski shrugged slightly. "You were going to use it anyway..." 

"Stop. Stop it. This is what she wants. It's why she's here. Look around, Sheriff. There's four people in here right now, four people still on the Deadpool. Me, Sawyer, Parrish... and Meredith." Lydia said, making Parrish nod slightly, "But not him." He said and Peter nodded. "Lydia's right. We don't want to kill each other." 

"The only person I'm pointing a gun at is you." Stilinski said and Peter squinted at him, "Then you better make it a perfect shot, Sheriff, because I don't go down easy." He said and Stilinski cocked the gun. "I'm willing to bet that a bullet between the eyes doesn't heal real fast... not even for your kind." He said, taking a step forward and holding the gun up to Peter's head. 

"Stop. Please, stop." 

"This department's getting more corrupt by the second! What are you going to charge me with, Sheriff? How are you going to explain this to a judge? "Telepathic girl overhears thoughts of comatose Werewolf and decides to enact his plans for retribution?" Hmm. They're gonna be pointing a gun at your head and asking you to go quietly." He said, making Sawyer sigh frustratingly. 

"Let him go, dad. I can't believe I'm saying this but you have to let him go." She said, making Peter smirk slightly, "I'd take the word of your Clairvoyant daughter, Sheriff. I leave. No triggers pulled, no blood shed." He said, making Stilinski glare at him before pulling the gun away. "That's twice, Peter... There's not gonna be a third." He said and Peter smirked before walking away. 

"No! It's not finished! No! It's not finished! No! It's not-it's not finished!" 

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"You see it? There's got to be a way to turn it off, right?" Stiles asked over the video call, showing Sawyer and Lydia some old computer towers he found behind the wall of the lake house study. "I don't know. I don't know anything about computers from the 1970s." Lydia said and Stiles pointed the camera back at him and Malia. 

"Neither do we! Sawyer? How about you?" Malia asked, making Lydia look at Sawyer who sighed, "Uh- I might know a little. Where's the monitor?" She asked. "Sawyer, there is no monitor. There are buttons, spindles... no monitor." Stiles said as he started pacing slightly making Lydia notice something, "Wait- turn the phone back. Point it at the carpet." Lydia said, making Stiles confused. 

"The what?" 

"The floor! Just show me the floor." Lydia said, making Stiles point the camera at the floor, "Where's the stain? There should be red blotches, a wine stain..." Lydia said and Sawyer furrowed her brows. "There's nothing." Stiles said, making Lydia look at Sawyer, "That doesn't make sense. I gave the five hundred dollars I was supposed to use to hire cleaners to Brunski." She said 

"Lydia, what the hell does wine have to do with anything?" Stiles asked and Sawyer sighed softly, "Red wine doesn't just disappear out of white carpet, especially not that easily." She said and realization slowly crossed over Lydia's features. "Unless it wasn't wine..." She said looking at Sawyer, "What do you mean?" Sawyer asked. 

"The ashes weren't ashes... The study isn't a study... The record player isn't a record player... So... So, maybe the wine wasn't wine... Stiles, you have to find the wine! Find the bottle. There could be something about it." Lydia said and Stiles nodded, "What kind? What's it called?" 

"It's a 1982 Cotes du Rhone..." Lydia said and Stiles nodded before hanging up making them sigh and look at each other. A minute later Sawyer's phone went off making her pull it out to see the dead pool that she had downloaded onto it. "All contracts terminated." She read. 

Lydia sighed in relief before wrapping her arms around Sawyer's torso, laying her head on Sawyer's chest. Sawyer instantly wrapped her arms around Lydia, resting her forehead on Lydia's head. "Looks like I don't have to worry about some random asshole trying to kill me- or us anymore." Sawyer said. 

"Although it's a shame. I should've totally temporarily killed myself and sent, well- Meredith a picture so I could get twenty-three million dollars." Sawyer said and Lydia gave her a look, "You're not funny." She said and Sawyer smiled at her. "I'm very funny, you just don't want to admit it." She said, making Lydia chuckle and Sawyer stared at her for a moment with a small smile. 

"So..." Sawyer said, making Lydia look at her, "Now that the Deadpool is over... Wanna go on an actual date this weekend?" Sawyer asked and Lydia smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it's about time we do." She said, making Sawyer smile, "Awesome." Sawyer said before gently grabbing Lydia's face and pulling her into a kiss.