October 27, 2016 - Furry Favor
Title: Furry Favor
Prompt Choice: Costume/Disguise
Pairing/Characters: Sheriff Stilinski and Derek mostly with background Stiles
Rating: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 723
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any related characters.
Summary: The Sheriff needs Derek’s help with a very special undercover operation.
Warnings: Cracky? Mentions of animal abuse via illegal smuggling. Spoils to everything that has already aired.
Notes: Because let’s be honest, Derek could be the whole canine unit on his own. This is set at an indeterminate future time.
Stiles had been bugging Derek about becoming a deputy since he’d come back to Beacon Hills. Stiles was one now, and he seemed to think Derek would both be good at it and would make the job more entertaining for him. Apparently, the other deputies in the know about the supernatural were “no fun.” Derek figured he must have been away too long, if Stiles remembered him as “fun.”
At any rate, Derek thought the Sheriff might have asked to speak to him because Stiles had put him up to it. He was only partly right. The Sheriff needed help with a case, and Stiles had suggested he ask Derek.
“Is this related to my...personal situation?” They had met in a crowded, local coffee shop, so Derek was trying to choose his words carefully.
“Yes and no,” the Sheriff answered vaguely. “This is a traditional case involving the suspected smuggling of exotic animals.”
Derek wasn’t seeing how this connected to him. “How is it that I can help?”
“I’m pretty sure they’re using a veterinary clinic as a front,” the Sheriff explained. “Deaton is the department’s usual vet, but he’s out of town, so if I make an appointment for an intake physical for a new canine officer, I can get in the front door.” He gave Derek a pointed look, as though he expected him to have caught on by now.
“Do you have a new canine officer?” Derek asked.
“I’m hoping I can pretend I do, and that the canine can report to me what these ‘vets’ talk about while I’m out in the waiting room and maybe sniff out what’s going on behind the scenes?”
Derek’s eyes widened when he realized he was going to be the fake dog. He frowned. “No offense, sir, but I think a veterinarian is going to be able to tell the difference between a dog and a wolf.”
“Maybe so,” the older man acknowledged, “but if they really are up to something illegal, they won’t say anything about my ‘wolf’ because an investigation into that opens up investigation into them, too.”
“What if they’re legit?” Derek asked, even though he knew he was most likely going to agree. People didn’t tend to censor themselves in front of animals, and his full shift was basically a perfect disguise.
“I’ll take my chances,” the Sheriff declared. “I’ve had my eye on these guys for a while now, and I’m about as certain as I can be without actually busting into their back rooms.”
*****
Derek didn’t have to pretend very hard to be nervous as he was led back into an exam room. He didn’t have any particularly fond memories associated with veterinarians.
For the first few minutes, the two suspects were entirely professional, and Derek started to doubt the plan. He should have known better--the Sheriff was very good at his job.
“You think he knows his ‘dog’ is at least half wolf?” one of them mused.
The other one snorted. “He’s got eyes, doesn’t he? Probably thinks it makes this guy more tenacious or something.”
“A wolf dog can sell for a pretty penny,” the first one commented. “Think we could talk him into leaving this big guy with us overnight for observation? Maybe he takes a turn for the worse suddenly and we can find a buyer.”
“Don’t get greedy, Burt,” the second one chastised. “We can’t draw attention when we’re so close to a big sale.”
They let Derek down off the exam table, and he intentionally made for the door into the back instead of the one leading to the waiting area and took a good, long whiff at the crack at the bottom before he was pulled away from it.
The Sheriff pulled over once they were well out of eyeshot of the clinic and let Derek change back and move up front next to him.
“Well,” Derek began carefully, “there’s good news and not so good news.”
“Go on,” the Sheriff encouraged.
“They are definitely smuggling animals,” Derek confirmed his suspicions, “but some of them are more exotic than you anticipated.”
“How so?”
“I definitely smelled a gryphon, and I’m fairly certain there were a few harpies as well, possibly a small dragon.”
“Dragon?” the Sheriff echoed, looking alarmed. “Sometimes I really miss the days of ignorant bliss.”
Prompt Choice: Costume/Disguise
Pairing/Characters: Sheriff Stilinski and Derek mostly with background Stiles
Rating: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 723
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any related characters.
Summary: The Sheriff needs Derek’s help with a very special undercover operation.
Warnings: Cracky? Mentions of animal abuse via illegal smuggling. Spoils to everything that has already aired.
Notes: Because let’s be honest, Derek could be the whole canine unit on his own. This is set at an indeterminate future time.
Stiles had been bugging Derek about becoming a deputy since he’d come back to Beacon Hills. Stiles was one now, and he seemed to think Derek would both be good at it and would make the job more entertaining for him. Apparently, the other deputies in the know about the supernatural were “no fun.” Derek figured he must have been away too long, if Stiles remembered him as “fun.”
At any rate, Derek thought the Sheriff might have asked to speak to him because Stiles had put him up to it. He was only partly right. The Sheriff needed help with a case, and Stiles had suggested he ask Derek.
“Is this related to my...personal situation?” They had met in a crowded, local coffee shop, so Derek was trying to choose his words carefully.
“Yes and no,” the Sheriff answered vaguely. “This is a traditional case involving the suspected smuggling of exotic animals.”
Derek wasn’t seeing how this connected to him. “How is it that I can help?”
“I’m pretty sure they’re using a veterinary clinic as a front,” the Sheriff explained. “Deaton is the department’s usual vet, but he’s out of town, so if I make an appointment for an intake physical for a new canine officer, I can get in the front door.” He gave Derek a pointed look, as though he expected him to have caught on by now.
“Do you have a new canine officer?” Derek asked.
“I’m hoping I can pretend I do, and that the canine can report to me what these ‘vets’ talk about while I’m out in the waiting room and maybe sniff out what’s going on behind the scenes?”
Derek’s eyes widened when he realized he was going to be the fake dog. He frowned. “No offense, sir, but I think a veterinarian is going to be able to tell the difference between a dog and a wolf.”
“Maybe so,” the older man acknowledged, “but if they really are up to something illegal, they won’t say anything about my ‘wolf’ because an investigation into that opens up investigation into them, too.”
“What if they’re legit?” Derek asked, even though he knew he was most likely going to agree. People didn’t tend to censor themselves in front of animals, and his full shift was basically a perfect disguise.
“I’ll take my chances,” the Sheriff declared. “I’ve had my eye on these guys for a while now, and I’m about as certain as I can be without actually busting into their back rooms.”
*****
Derek didn’t have to pretend very hard to be nervous as he was led back into an exam room. He didn’t have any particularly fond memories associated with veterinarians.
For the first few minutes, the two suspects were entirely professional, and Derek started to doubt the plan. He should have known better--the Sheriff was very good at his job.
“You think he knows his ‘dog’ is at least half wolf?” one of them mused.
The other one snorted. “He’s got eyes, doesn’t he? Probably thinks it makes this guy more tenacious or something.”
“A wolf dog can sell for a pretty penny,” the first one commented. “Think we could talk him into leaving this big guy with us overnight for observation? Maybe he takes a turn for the worse suddenly and we can find a buyer.”
“Don’t get greedy, Burt,” the second one chastised. “We can’t draw attention when we’re so close to a big sale.”
They let Derek down off the exam table, and he intentionally made for the door into the back instead of the one leading to the waiting area and took a good, long whiff at the crack at the bottom before he was pulled away from it.
The Sheriff pulled over once they were well out of eyeshot of the clinic and let Derek change back and move up front next to him.
“Well,” Derek began carefully, “there’s good news and not so good news.”
“Go on,” the Sheriff encouraged.
“They are definitely smuggling animals,” Derek confirmed his suspicions, “but some of them are more exotic than you anticipated.”
“How so?”
“I definitely smelled a gryphon, and I’m fairly certain there were a few harpies as well, possibly a small dragon.”
“Dragon?” the Sheriff echoed, looking alarmed. “Sometimes I really miss the days of ignorant bliss.”