Cyrus Graeme was in the kitchen of his single parent, two-story home pouring himself his favorite nighttime snack. A bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. His mother, Tara, was sitting at the kitchen table going over some case files from the Beacon Hills Police Department. She was a Deputy who never seemed to leave home at work. Cyrus watched as he ate. Things have been a bit different since his dad died. He was also a police officer, a detective, but was killed in the line of duty. Cyrus wanted his mom to quit the force after that, but she insisted that he and Beacon Hills needed her, now more than ever. He didn't completely blame her though. It was pretty much all she knew and the benefits provided were great. He just wished she took some time for herself to at least breathe.
Her police radio blared to life with dispatch on the other end. "Calling all Beacon Hills Department and State Police Officers to Beacon Hills Preserve. We have a 10-54."
Mother and son both looked up understanding the code and what it meant for their night. His mom was going to work again with a possible killer on the loose. Cyrus looked up from his bowl with his mouth half-full. He made sure to swallow it all before asking, "You're not actually going, are you?"
"You know I have to. You know Noah can barely handle this job without me." Tara said as she gathered her files to get ready to leave. Thankfully she never got undressed from work.
"Just make sure he's keeping you safe out there, not the other way around." Cyrus responded. He didn't want her to go, but he trusted that she'd be safe with the whole department with her, but especially Noah Stilinski. He was his best friend's dad and the two surmised that their parents may have had feelings for each other. Cyrus wasn't sure about how he felt about the idea. He loved Stilinski as an uncle, but didn't like the idea of someone replacing his dad. He shook the thought from his head. That wasn't important right now.
"I will, but you need to worry about Stiles. Knowing him he's already planning on getting you and Scott involved with what's going on. Please stay home tonight. Don't let Stiles lead you astray when he's supposed to be following your example." Tara said before heading to the door.
"Yes, ma'am." Cyrus said to get her out of there. Next to his bowl his phone began vibrating to life. They both knew who was calling him.
"I mean it, Cyrus. Stay home." Tara said with pleading eyes as she opened the door.
"I got it, mom. I'll be home and ready for practice tomorrow." Cyrus said as he watched her leave. As soon as she did he answered the phone. "Yeah, I heard. Pick me up before Scott so my mom thinks I'm still home."
Cyrus and Stiles pulled up to Scott's house, deciding to park on the street instead of the driveway. Stiles couldn't contain his excitement. "Call Scott so we can beat our parents to the body."
Cyrus looked at him with a guilty expression. "I... left it at home."
"Dude. Why?" Stiles asked, clearly confused.
"My mom tracks it and she told me to stay home."
"Good point."
"But..." Cyrus started to say before reaching into his bag and pulling something out. "I have a flashlight! Anyway, you tried earlier, right? Just go get him, we're already late."
Stiles grumbled to himself about always having to do everything before getting out of the car and climbing atop porch and making too much noise to get his attention.
Her police radio blared to life with dispatch on the other end. "Calling all Beacon Hills Department and State Police Officers to Beacon Hills Preserve. We have a 10-54."
Mother and son both looked up understanding the code and what it meant for their night. His mom was going to work again with a possible killer on the loose. Cyrus looked up from his bowl with his mouth half-full. He made sure to swallow it all before asking, "You're not actually going, are you?"
"You know I have to. You know Noah can barely handle this job without me." Tara said as she gathered her files to get ready to leave. Thankfully she never got undressed from work.
"Just make sure he's keeping you safe out there, not the other way around." Cyrus responded. He didn't want her to go, but he trusted that she'd be safe with the whole department with her, but especially Noah Stilinski. He was his best friend's dad and the two surmised that their parents may have had feelings for each other. Cyrus wasn't sure about how he felt about the idea. He loved Stilinski as an uncle, but didn't like the idea of someone replacing his dad. He shook the thought from his head. That wasn't important right now.
"I will, but you need to worry about Stiles. Knowing him he's already planning on getting you and Scott involved with what's going on. Please stay home tonight. Don't let Stiles lead you astray when he's supposed to be following your example." Tara said before heading to the door.
"Yes, ma'am." Cyrus said to get her out of there. Next to his bowl his phone began vibrating to life. They both knew who was calling him.
"I mean it, Cyrus. Stay home." Tara said with pleading eyes as she opened the door.
"I got it, mom. I'll be home and ready for practice tomorrow." Cyrus said as he watched her leave. As soon as she did he answered the phone. "Yeah, I heard. Pick me up before Scott so my mom thinks I'm still home."
Cyrus and Stiles pulled up to Scott's house, deciding to park on the street instead of the driveway. Stiles couldn't contain his excitement. "Call Scott so we can beat our parents to the body."
Cyrus looked at him with a guilty expression. "I... left it at home."
"Dude. Why?" Stiles asked, clearly confused.
"My mom tracks it and she told me to stay home."
"Good point."
"But..." Cyrus started to say before reaching into his bag and pulling something out. "I have a flashlight! Anyway, you tried earlier, right? Just go get him, we're already late."
Stiles grumbled to himself about always having to do everything before getting out of the car and climbing atop porch and making too much noise to get his attention.