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She knew there was trouble. Of course there was. There were hit men. Professional hired assassins looking for them. This was somehow even scarier than dealing with the supernatural because these men? They didn't care what happened, they didn't have a master plan or a goal like most of the supernatural creatures they'd dealt with before. No. They just wanted their money, and for that? They had to kill them.

If she thought the meeting with Araya was going to be bad, it had just gotten a lot worse. And really, by now, she should always assume the worse.

Lydia was still terrified of failing someone else because her powers weren't working properly. Because she had no idea how to control them. So the second she felt that knot in her stomach along with her anxiety rising, she closed her eyes and let her instincts guide her.

It was almost three in the morning. She hadn't been sleeping well lately so she was still up. Reading. Trying to improve herself. And now she was parked outside the police station.

She rushed in and when she stopped, she was staring down at Deputy Parrish's desk. The chill down her spine got stronger and the voices in her head got louder.

It was him. He was the one they were coming for. She knew his name was on the list but she didn't know what he was. She doubted he knew what she was, too. But right then, she just hoped he was going to trust her enough.

"You have to come with me. Right now."

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Having someone rushing into the station wasn't unusual lately. Once again Beacon Hills was experiencing another string of murders and the Sheriff's Department was scrambling to try and solve them. It meant everyone was on late nights again so Mike was there when the girl, Lydia Martin, ran in.

He remembered her from before when the Sheriff's son was missing and from when Allison Argent was killed. That was about all he knew about her though. He didn't listen to the gossip some officers were saying about that group of kids.

"Excuse me?" he asked when he realized she was talking to him. "Did you need to report a crime?"

She looked panicked, a little frazzled but she didn't look hurt. Mike didn't know what she was worried about though and he wasn't going to walk out of here without a good reason.

"No." Not yet. There wasn't a crime, but if she didn't get him to listen, there was going to be one. And she only hoped that she had enough time to actually get him out of there before he got hurt.

Lydia stepped right around his desk and looked him in the eyes.

"I need you to come with me." She lowered her head and her voice, then took a quick look around to make sure no one was overhearing her.

"You don't want us to have this conversation in here, Deputy." She figured that was going to be easier to get his attention.

He turned in his chair to face her, his expression calm. "You'll have to give me a good reason for that."

She didn't look like she was lying to him or lying about him needing to go with her but he wasn't going to leave on her say so. One, he would get in trouble with his boss and two he was careful. There was enough danger in Beacon Hills.

"Why don't you have a seat," he said gesturing to the chair next to his desk, "And tell me what's going on."

"I can't have a seat. We don't have time!" She wasn't really succeeding at keeping calm. She took one more look toward the door and a deep breath before looking at him.

And then she placed her hands on the arms of his chair as she leaned down. She wanted his full attention.

"It's Michael, right?" She knew it was, she saw his full name on her list. "The Sheriff will understand when I explain to him why you had to leave. Now I need you to come with me because there is someone coming for you."

"You're not explaining it to the Sheriff right now. You're explaining it to me." He held his ground even as she leaned well into his personal space. She wasn't very intimidating but her insistence made him curious.

She didn't look to be lying to him. She was absolutely convinced that someone was coming for him. He was past worrying because someone was convinced something bad was going to happen, especially a total stranger.

"If you take the time to tell me what's wrong, I'll take the time to consider going with you." It was the best she was going to get out of him without an explanation.

"You really don't want me to talk about this here." They were fairly alone, though and even if someone did hear her, most of them were going to assume she was insane.

She was fairly sure most of the cops already did, anyway. After Eichen House.

"But fine. We don't have time. And you're giving me no choice." And she was still able to hear the warnings. Louder now.

"I know you're not fully human. And someone is hunting people like you." Like them.

Someone has been hunting witches for centuries. Mike wasn't surprised at all to hear someone else was after her but it was enough for him to take her seriously.

"Okay. Stay here." He moved her aside and sat her in the chair next to his desk. He left her there was he walked into the Sheriff's office and made his excuses for them to leave. It took only a few minutes and then he was out again and heading towards her.

"I'm giving you a ride home. Let's go."

Lydia stood back up the second he turned his back on her. Being at the Sheriff's station alone was enough to make her anxious. It reminded her too much of the night she, Scott and Isaac spent there, after they lost Allison.

And if that wasn't enough she also had the feeling that something else was about to happen, which certainly did nothing to calm her down. Not in the least.

She was certainly not taking him to her home to put her mom in danger but she figured that had something to do with his cover story, so she nodded.

"I have my car, or maybe a police car will be safer." Probably was going to be safer. And she could get Stiles to give her a ride to pick up her car when this was over.

He picked his jacket off the back of his chair, shrugged it on and then offered her a hand to help her up though he didn't think she needed it.

"My car is tougher." He put a hand on her shoulder as he walked her through the station to the back door to police parking.

"You want to tell me a little bit more about what's going on and how you know this information?"

She definitely agreed about his car, so she let him lead her out through the back door. Not an exit she had ever taken before, but it felt like a good idea. Especially if she had somehow been followed there.

"There's a group of assassins." Hired guns. She couldn't believe this was actually happening still. "They are after people with some kind of connection to the supernatural. People like you." She paused. "Like me."

"So they won't have a Code." He opened the passenger side door of his department SUV and waited for her to get in, checking to make sure there wasn't anyone waiting in ambush for them.

He jogged around to the driver seat, sliding in and turning the engine on with one smooth move. "Any idea why they want us dead?"

She waited for him to get into the car as well before she continued. Mostly because she was shocked that he knew about codes. Maybe he had more experience with the supernatural than the rest of them. Well, except for the Hales.

"No. Not like Hunters do," she admitted. "We haven't figured that out yet, but we think someone might be behind it." Someone who was supposed to be dead.

"Okay, well that's not good." He idled there, drumming his fingers on steering wheel for a moment. "Do you have a safe place you can go?"

His apartment was heavily warded and safe against most threats but he didn't think this girl did. He didn't think any of her friends did either. Mike didn't like leaving her on her own.

"Or do you want to stay with me?"

"You don't understand. It's not safe for you. They are coming for you next. You shouldn't stay at your apartment." As far as protections went, Lydia only had mountain ash at home. And she didn't know how it'd work against werejaguars, if at all.

Classes were still out, her mom was out of town and she was on her own. It wasn't unusual for her to be home alone and considering she was in danger, she was glad her mom wasn't there.

"You can stay at my house. I can tell you more. But you need to protect yourself, first."

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"My apartment is fairly protected." He pulled out of parking lot though and started driving away from the station. "But if you're in danger as well, we can head to your place. Give me directions."

He checked the mirrors as they pulled into traffic. It took him a few seconds to notice but as they drive there was a black sedan doing a good job of following them.

She shook her head a little. She didn't know what he thought fairly protected meant, but guns and alarms were going to do him no good.

"Take a left on main--" she started and then she noticed him checking his mirrors and her stomach dropped.

"Is there someone behind us?" She didn't want to turn her head to look and be obvious about it.

"Yes," he said calmly as he kept looking between the road ahead of them and the car behind. "I'm not sure what they want but we shouldn't go to your place while we're being followed."

They would know where she lived then and that made her vulnerable. Mike planned to drive aimlessly for a little while just to see what the other car did.

"No, definitely not." Even if she wasn't sure it was actually going to change much considering they knew all of their names and what they were already. She was sure it was a lot harder to figure out she was a banshee than to find her address.

"We should get away from downtown, though. I don't want them hurting anyone else because of us," she said, glancing over to the mirror on her side of the car.

"Staying downtown might keep them from hurting us," he pointed out but he turned away from the center of town. There should be enough cover to avoid an attack. "Unless they've attacked in public before?"

She was his expert right now. He didn't know the details of the situation and he had to count on her. It wasn't the best situation but at least he had warning.

"I don't know. We just found out about them. I don't know what they are capable of. But they are hired guns, I don't think they'd care much about hurting innocent people to get the job done." Even if they did care about protecting themselves, she wasn't sure it was going to be enough to stop it.

"What's your experience in cases like this?"

He frowned but it was mostly to himself. He didn't like to talk about his experience with the supernatural. Most people didn't handle the news well.

"I'm a witch," he explained as he glanced at her, the car and then her. "Have you read the Crucible? The girl who started it all, Betty Parrish, that's my ancestor."

At the time, the Parrish name wasn't associated with good magic and good witches.

"A witch? I've never met one before." She's met Emissaries, which, she supposed would be somewhat similar. But she didn't want to offend him in any way, so she didn't mention that.

"You come by it through your family, then?" She envied people like that. Like the Hales, for example. Who had an entire family line to help them figure out who they were and what they were supposed to do.

People to help them with their abilities. If she had another banshee then maybe, just maybe Allison would still be alive.

"You probably have but wouldn't know it. We don't stand out." For the same reasons werewolves hide what they are. Mike didn't want to run into witch hunters.

"Yeah, the power gets passed down through blood," he explained as he took a turn off into a residential neighborhood. "So, what are you? You said they're trying to kill you too."

"I'm a banshee." She'd been expecting the question, so when he did ask, she answered it easily. She just hoped he wouldn't ask her what that entailed because she honestly didn't know.

"What can witches do, exactly?" Cast spells, she assumed. But she was sure there were differences between witches and druids.

"Oh, wow." He took a second look at her. He had read about banshees and heard stories but he had never thought he would meet one. If she came to him with a warning he was really lucky. His voice was full of sincerity when he spoke next, "Thank you for saving my life."

He looked over his shoulder at the car which was closing the distance as they wandered through neighborhoods. "Mostly we keep to ourselves. Druids are concerned with balance and are more active than we are. We hold ourselves accountable and no one else."

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