Derek really didn't want to do this. He'd tried doing it on his own but to no avail. It was terrible. He needed to hire someone for this.

A couple of weeks ago he'd gotten a surprise visit from his older sister Laura which had not gone well simply because his house was an absolute disaster. Trash bags were piled high along the walls and some piles had grown until they reached halfway up the walls and were spilling into the messy walkways. His kitchen was completely unreachable with the sheer amount of trash and things piled absolutely everywhere.

"You are absolutely disgusting!" his sister had yelled at him where he was trying to ignore her and write the next chapter to his latest novel. A book was thrown at the back of his head and she somehow managed to nail him with the thick spine of the book.

"Laura, it doesn't bother me and how I live is no concern of yours." He growled and turned around in his comfy swivel chair to glare at his sister. "No one ever comes over, except for you this one time, so I have no need to keep up appearances."

Laura was fuming, face red and puckered with anger. "I don't care that it doesn't bother you. You could live in a dung heap and not care, which you practically are. Appearances don't even matter! I'm saying this because this isn't good for you! This mess is unhealthy!" Laura paused and looked around at the mess and Derek watched with suspicion as her face transformed and lit up with an idea.

"Laura, I don't care what you say. I'm fine. I'm not going to change just because you…"

"What would mom say if she saw this?" Laura interrupted, a smug face taking over her angry one. "What about dad?"

She whipped out her cell phone and was clicking away photos before Derek could launch himself at his sister. Quickly she raced from the room, snapping photos of the rest of the house on the way to the front door, carefully avoiding tripping over the trash. Once she was standing on the doorstep she turned around and snapped a photo of Derek stalking after her over the trash piles, showing the entirety of the mess.

"Hold it, all I have to do is hit the send button and both of them'll know." Laura said, holding the phone close to her person, protecting it.

Derek let out a snarl, exposing sharp canines but stopped just before the doorway. "Laura." He said threateningly low. "They swore to stay out of my personal life as long as I checked in every now and again to tell them how I am. I'm fine. They don't need to see my house."

"Well, I certainly think they do. This is absolutely appalling and you know how much they like cleanliness. Besides," she continued with an evil glint in her eye, "they want to see you bring someone home soon. They've been talking about it for a while now, I'm sure they've talked to you about getting a girlfriend at least once."

Derek growled and bared his teeth. "I don't need anyone. I'm fine." He snarled again.

Laura straight up laughed and put her phone in her purse before reaching out to pat his cheek. "You keep telling yourself that. I'm sure eventually you'll come to see that it's a total lie." She said condescendingly.

"Just…leave me alone. I don't need someone to tell me how to live. If you're so concerned about the trash I'll fix it."

"Fix it as in throw it into your backyard like I know you've been doing when it gets too much or fix it as in actually cleaning up and making it presentable?"

"Whatever. Keep mom and dad out of this. And Cora." He tacked on as an afterthought because if she told his parents his mom would probably come marching over here herself and he really didn't need that, especially while working on his book.

"How about I come and check on you again next month." She stated, not even asking. "I expect it to be spotless! Bye Der-bear!" she said and swiftly planted a kiss on his stunned cheek before skipping to her car and disappearing through the trees down his long driveway.

Derek had stood there for a few minutes longer, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. Rapidly he turned on his heel and stared at the mess of his house. Laura expected him to have this spotless in only a month?! What kind of wolfsbane laced drugs was she on to think he could do all that while also working on his book in a month?!

Slowly he turned back around and shut the door and locked it before trudging back to his room and sitting back down in front his laptop, staring at the sentence he'd been writing when he'd been interrupted so rudely. He was never going to get this done. He groaned loud and long and settled his face into his hands.

Tomorrow, he'd start tomorrow, but right now he just needed to get this chapter done and sleep. He hadn't slept the night before since the ideas had been flowing. Now though he was quickly drying up on his inspiration. Damn it Laura!

The anger had his fingers flying over the keys, words speeding across the page as he tuned out everything else.

After that unpleasant visit he spent days procrastinating or only doing a little bit at a time, picking up his room first by simply shoved all the trash out into the corridor. He always went out to pick up take-out since he couldn't use his kitchen anyways so he mainly only had to pick up a bunch of empty food containers or chip bags or wrappers of some sort.

Two weeks later saw only a few piles cleaned up and only another two weeks before Laura was due back. He'd hardly been able to concentrate on his novel because of this stupid cleaning and nothing had even changed! After staring at the horrid mess for another hour he finally admitted he had a problem. How could he have let it get this bad? From his room it never really looked all that bad and was easy enough to ignored but once he really started digging around he was more than a little disgusted to find that ants and varies other bugs had made his house their home as well.

Finally he gave up and plopped down in front of his laptop and opened up a new tab, typing in 'house cleaning' and groaned at the number of results. Deleting his search he typed in a new one. 'Housekeeping, hired help, Beacon Hills' and even though the number of results hadn't really gone down the first few results that popped up looked promising to help him with his problem. The first one was actually a fetish site offering to send out a 'maid' to help 'clean his house' and 'take care of all his other problems'. He quickly backed out of that site and clicked the next one. This one was actually what he was looking for.

'Not enough time to clean up? Too much work to do? No problem! Order one of our employees and we'll have your place in no time! Call 111-111-1111 now to get in house help for a low hourly fee!' Derek scrunched his nose at the cheesy advertising but quickly picked up his cell phone to punch in the number.

"Thank you for calling Picker Upper's in-House Housekeeping! This is Pam, how may I help you?" an annoyingly fake cheery tone buzzed through the earpiece.

"Hi, I need some help cleaning my house. I hadn't realized it'd gotten so…bad." Derek growled through the phone, regretting calling and embarrassed but knowing he couldn't do this on his own.

"No problem! What kind of cleaning do you need done? Is it the full house or just a bit of the house?"

"Uhm, well, the full house. I need every kind of cleaning done actually. Also, whoever you send has to be ok with ants…and beetles…and just bugs, ok? It's a really big job."

"Uh huh. Do you care about the gender of your picker upper? We don't have many employees who can deal with bugs in general."

"I don't care, as long as they do a good job."

"Alright, then before we go any further I'll have to register you into the system so that when your picker upper is done they'll get paid appropriately. How would you like to pay, cash, credit, or check?"

"Do you take Visa?" Derek asked and retrieved his wallet from his bedside table.

"Yes we do! I'll need your name, number, address, email, and card number."

"Derek Hale, 212-212-2121, 1234 General Road, derekhale , and 1234 5678 9101. Is that all?" (Hurray for generic number/name thingy!)

"Let me get you into the system and see who's available. When would you like them to start?"

"Today if possible. If not then tomorrow."

"Please hold for one moment while I check to see picker upper availabilities."

Derek's ear was immediately filled with horrid elevator music and pulled the phone away from his ear, set it onto the table and started browsing through the site. There wasn't much to it, just going through basic services provided, where they were located, and a couple picker uppers who were on the 'most recommended' list. They were all females but that didn't really surprise him, nor did he care. The music cut off a few minutes later and he instantly put the phone back to his ear.

"Alright, we have a picker upper about half an hour from your location that fits your needs. If you'd like I can give them a call for you and call you back as soon as I hear from them to make sure that you're available to receive your picker upper!"

"That's fine."

"Great! Thank you for choosing Picker Upper's in-Housekeeping! You'll be hearing from us regularly while the picker upper is in your care. I'll email you the rules and guidelines for housing a picker upper and as soon as it's signed, sent back, and approved the picker upper will be on your doorstep within the day! Have a great day!"

Without waiting for a response from Derek the line cut out and Derek was left feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. This was the first time ever doing something like this and he wasn't quite sure what kind of person this picker upper was supposed to be. Quickly he checked his email and the rules and guidelines were already in his inbox. Without really reading through it he signed it electronically and sent it right back. Not even five minutes passed before his confirmation pinged into his inbox saying the picker upper would be arriving at his address within the next few hours.

Derek blew out a breath and closed out of the tabs in laptop and shut it. He picked himself up out of his chair and grabbed a random shirt, underwear, and pants from the clean laundry pile he'd done a couple days ago and trudged to his bathroom which was actually pretty clean despite the rest of his house. The least he could do was make sure that he was clean even if his house wasn't.

The hot water wasn't working in his bathroom but he didn't really care. The path was blocked to his other bathroom so he didn't know if it was just his bathroom or the whole water system was busted. He was in and out of the shower in ten minutes and spent a longer time fixing up his scraggly beard into the stubble he preferred it in before exiting the bathroom. He put on deodorant and combed out his damp hair before settling into his chair and opening his laptop to type as much as he could before the picker upper got there.

It didn't take long, much sooner than Derek expected, for the sound of a vehicle blaring obnoxiously loud music to pull into his driveway and approach his house. The doorbell was rung and a few good knocks resounded through his house before he got up so he didn't seem like he'd been waiting anxiously for them to arrive. Quickly he saved his document and shut his computer before he went to answer the door, a scowl in place as he listened to the restless body on the other side of it. Without anything else to stall him he pulled open the door to reveal the picker upper.