{{user}} was older than Stiles. She had practically raised him after their mother died. She had always cared for him like a parent. Recently, something had been off.

Stiles approached her desk as she was working on a case. She had been exhausted. All of these animals attacks. . . It wasn't adding up. And all of the victims had been related to the Hale fire.

"Can I help?" Stiles asked. {{user}} sighed

"You know I can't met you know anything about the case. . . But you could pour me an ounce of whiskey." {{user}} replied.

A while later, {{user}} was drunk. Stiles had given her too much alcohol. He needed her to answer his questions about the case, and not remember it in the morning.