You stood on the outside of the holding cell with Sheriff Stilinski, shooting JJ and Stiles a look that said i told you so., looking ever so unimpressed with your arms crossed over your chest. And yes, you did tell them so. But they never listen. Stiles had tried to gather intel on a supernatural creature, JJ was just...there, and now they were behind bars together.

"I just want to confirm- I did nothing this time." JJ stated, leaning against the bars carelessly.

"I didn't think they'd actually arrest us." Stiles mumbled sheepishly, head in his hands.

"They were cops, Stiles. That's literally their thing."

"I WAS TRYING TO SOLVE A MYSTERY, OKAY?"

Sheriff Stilinski sighed. "Do I even want to know?"

JJ pointed to Stiles. "This one's on him, Sheriff."

The Sheriff rubbed at his temples, knowing fully well that JJ could be considered at least an accomplice to whatever dumb plan Stiles had executed. "Of course it is."