As soon as the twins found Stiles, they were racing off to his house to find a way to convince the sheriff that Matt was the killer. But even as they were standing in Stiles' room showing the yearbook picture of Matt to the sheriff, they were having a difficult time convincing him.

"So this kid's the real killer?" John asked the teenagers that were in front of him.

"Yeah," Stiles answered as they all nodded their heads.

"No," John said after a slight pause.

"Yes," Stiles answered back sternly.

"No," John said just as stern.

"Dad, look, everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect the victims in a murder, okay? So all you have to do is look through their transcripts and figure out what class they all had in common."

"Yeah, except for the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris's class."

"Alright okay, you're right, I'm sorry. So I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No, they're not dropping the charges," John said. He was beginning to show his frustration as he talked, "but that doesn't prove anything."

"Scott, do you really believe this?" John asked, causing Stiles to roll his eyes and flail his arms.

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us," Scott answered.

"Izzie you've always had the most leveled head. Please tell me you aren't a passenger on this train."

"Sorry, Sheriff, but we really are telling you the truth. We know it's Matt."

"He took Harris' car, okay," Stiles tried to explain, "he knew that if a cop found the tire tracks at one of the murders and if enough of the victims were in Harris's class they'd arrest him."

"Alright fine. I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. Why would this kid," John pointed at the yearbook, "want the 2006 swim team and their coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles asked which had everybody else in the room looking at him curiously. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in like six years. Okay, so we don't have a motive yet. But come on, does Harris?"

"What do you want me to do?" John asked finally giving up on arguing with the teens.

"We need to look at the evidence," Scott said hopefully.

"Yeah, that would be in the station. Where I no longer work," John said giving a pointed look to the boys.

"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles said.

"Trust you?" John asked looking at Stiles incredulously while waving his finger in front of the boy's face

"Trust, trust the twins?" Stiles asked as he pointed behind him.

"Them I trust," John said as he lowered his finger.

The teens released a sigh of relief as they were soon on their way to the station.

When walking in to the station, they were greeted by a very annoyed front desk lady.

"It's two in the morning," she said.

As the Sheriff was having a conversation with the lady, the teens were having a conversation of their own.

"We'll look at the hospital stuff first."

"Why?" Scott asked.

"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson except for one, remember?"

"The pregnant girl," Izzie said.

"Since Matt had to kill her himself, maybe somebody at the hospital could have seen him."

"Let's go," John said getting the teens' attention.

They followed him into what used to be his office, and they were soon looking at all sorts of tapes from the hospital.

"I don't know guys. There was a six car pile-up that night. The hospital was jammed," John said after looking through a couple of videos.

"Just keep looking. He had to have passed one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica," Stiles said while he was staring at the screen.

"Hold on," both Scott and Izzie said at the same time.

"You know, it still freaks me out when you guys do that." Stiles commented.

"Just scroll back the tape. I saw him," Izzie said.

John revered some of the tape, and when Stiles saw the back of Matt's head walking away from the camera, he was quick to say so.

"That's Matt."

"All I see is the back of someone's head," John said.

"It's Matt's head. I sit behind him in chemistry, he has a very distinct cranium," Stiles grimaced at how his statement turned out.

"Are you crazy?" John asked.

"Alright fine. Look at his jacket. It's the same one that Matt was wearing when you were on a date with him right?" Stiles asked Izzie.

"You went on a date with someone that you believe to be a murderer?" John asked.

"How many times do I have to say it wasn't a date until somebody finally believes me?" Izzie groaned, "and I'm sorry, but I was a bit preoccupied that night, so I don't remember if he was wearing it or not."

"Okay, well how many people do you know that wears black leather jackets?" Stiles asked his father.

"Millions. Literally," John said getting easily annoyed again.

"Can we scroll forward? There's got to be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

The video had only gone forward a few seconds when Stiles was telling his dad to stop the video.

"There he is again."

"You mean there's the back of his head again," John replied.

"Okay, but look, he's talking to someone."

"He's talking to mom," Izzie said to Scott.

Scott quickly called Melissa and wasted no time trying to find out what she knows. After asking a few questions and texting her a picture, Melissa was able to remember seeing Matt at the hospital. As soon as Scott hung up the phone, the Sheriff was digging through a file.

"There was a shoe print left to the tire tracks at the scene of the crime."

"If it matches, that puts Matt at the scene of the crime for three murders," Stiles said.

"Actually four. There's a receipt signed my Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When?" Stiles asked.

"A couple of hours before you got there."

"Dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"

"Four's enough for a warrant," John answered. Izzie was just as happy as Stiles was, but her happiness was short lived when she felt a familiar tingling in the back of her head. "Scott, call your mom back and see how fast she can get here. If I can get an official I.D. that will be enough for a warrant. Stiles go to the front desk, tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

"I'll go with stiles," Izzie said quickly. As soon as there were out of the room, Izzie grabbed Stiles' arm and whispered as quietly as she could, "something's wrong. But I don't know what it is."

"Well hopefully, it can wait until we have this whole thing figured out," Stiles said.

Izzie pursed her lips as she followed Stiles towards the front. She took a deep breath when the got there and there was nobody in sight.

Stiles and Izzie peaked around the desk. As soon as Izzie caught the sight of blood, she looked away. She turned around and froze when she saw a gun pointed at her face.

"Um, Stiles," Izzie said with a shaky voice, "I don't think it's going to wait."

"Oh, whoa, okay," Stiles said quickly as he realized what was going on.

"Walk," Matt said as he pointed the gun at Stiles instead.

"Ladies first," Stiles said as he shoved Izzie to start walking in front of him so that she was further away from Matt. Izzie led the way back to John's office, and tried her hardest not to think about the gun that was being pointed somewhere behind her.

When they got into the room, Matt pushed Stiles forward with the gun, but he grabbed a hold of Izzie's arm to keep her from going too far. At this point, Izzie was too scared to fight against it.

"It's Matt right?" John asked receiving an amused nod from him, "Matt whatever's going on I guarantee there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you realize just how right you are," Matt said. Izzie let out a big breath, which caused Matt to turn and offer her a smirk. She had no problem giving him a glare in return.

"I know you don't want to hurt people," John said.

"Actually I want to hurt a lot of people. You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one was is to try dialing someone on a cell phone like McCall is doing. That, that could definitely get someone hurt," Matt tightened his grip on Izzie's arm, and she bit her lip to keep from giving a reaction. "Everyone," Matt said motioning for them all to put their phones on the desk, "Now," he yelled when nobody moved.

Matt watched as everyone but Izzie pulled out their phones and put them where he wanted them.

"You too," he said to Izzie.

"Well I can't very well put my phone over there when I'm stuck standing over here, now can I?" Izzie asked with more attitude than she should have been willing to use.

"Do you really think it's in your best interest to be giving me attitude?" Matt asked her, still giving her that amused smirk. He let go of her arm and she took as much time as she dared to put her phone on the desk with all the others.

Izzie internally groaned when Matt grabbed her arm again and told everyone to go to the cell room. She felt helpless as she watched Stiles handcuff John to the wall, and the feeling didn't disappear as they walked back down the hallway to the office.

Scott and Stiles paused when they looked through the doorway to another hallway, and Izzie let out a slightly embarrassing squeak at the sight of three other cops dead and bloody all the way down.

"Are you going to kill everyone in here?" Scott asked angrily.

"No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it."

Izzie had closed her eyes and was doing her best to take slow deep breaths. She really wished blood didn't bother her as much as it did.

"Aw, is someone afraid of a little blood?" Matt asked her in a mocking tone.

"Leave her alone Matt," Izzie heard Scott say. She opened her eyes and glared at Matt.

"I'm fine."

"Great. I'm glad we got that settled. Now move," Matt said pushing Scott and Stiles forward.

Once they were back in the office, Matt made it very clear that he wanted all the evidence gone. Izzie moved forward to help Scott do the shredding of things on paper, but she was pulled back by Matt.

"They're big boys, I'm sure they can do it on their own."

"I just figured you would want it to get done a little faster."

"I'm sure I could find a way to get them to move as fast as I want," Matt said tucking some stray hair behind Izzie's ear with the gun.

Matt pulled out a chair and sat down, pulling Izzie onto his lap in the process.

"Is that really necessary?" Scott asked with a glare.

"The faster you move, the faster I'll give you back your sister," Matt said with a shrug. Izzie was actually surprised to see Scott and Stiles moving around the room in a faster pace. "I told you I could convince them," Matt whispered into Izzie's ear.

It was only about a minute later when Stiles got to the computer and deleted the files that were on there.

"And we're done. So Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, we're good here right? I'll just get my dad, and Izzie, and we'll go. Continue on the whole vengeance thing, enjoy the kanima," Stiles said.

Before anything could be said, headlights shined through the window as a car pulled up.

"Sounds like you're mom's here McCall," Matt said to Scott.

"Matt don't do this. When she comes to the door I'll tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything."

"Matt, please," Izzie begged along with Scott. They all turned their heads towards the door when they heard the front gate squeal as it opened.

"If you don't move, I'm going to shoot Stiles first, and then your mom. And after that I'm going to keep Izzie all to myself."

Scott glared at him as he started walking forward to the front of the station. He froze when he got to the door.

"Open it," Matt said as he pulled Izzie closer to him.

"Please, Matt," Izzie said, trying one last time.

"Open. The. Door," Matt said, beginning to lose his patience.

Scott closed his eyes, and begrudgingly opened up the door.

"Oh thank god," Scott said when he saw Derek instead of his mother.

"And there he goes," Izzie said as she watched Derek fall to the ground to reveal that Jackson had been standing behind him.

"This is the one controlling him? This kid?" Derek asked angrily from the ground. Izzie was thankful when Matt let go of her and crouched down to talk to Derek.

"Well Derek, not everyone's lucky to be a big bad werewolf. Yeah that's right. I've learned a few things lately," Matt said as he stood back up. "Werewolves, hunters, witches, kanimas," Izzie's breath caught when Matt brought up witches. "It's like a freaking Halloween party every full moon. Except for you Stiles. What do you turn in to?"

"Abominable snowman. But it's more of a winter time thing. You know, seasonal."

Izzie closed her eyes when Jackson cut into the back of Stiles neck, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Bitch," she heard Stiles say as he went down.

"Get him off of me," Derek growled out.

"Oh, I don't know Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must suck though, to have all the power taken away by a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you aren't used to feeling so helpless."

"I still got some teeth. Why don't you come down here a little closer? We'll see how helpless I really am."

"Wait a minute," Scott said, and Izzie sighed because she knew exactly what Scott was getting ready to say. "Witches are a thing too?"

"You mean Izzie hasn't told you?" Matt asked curiously.

"Told me what?" Scott asked warily as he looked over at his sister.

"Matt, don't," Izzie said warningly.

"This is turning out to be even better than I hoped. You're dear, sweet, charming sister has been lying to you for a long time."

"Izzie, what is he talking about," Scott asked looking at Izzie cautiously.

"Scott, I can explain," Izzie started but was cut off by Matt.

"You're sister's a witch McCall," Matt said with a wicked smile.

A/N: Sorry for being a day late. I was at a carnival all day yesterday and I didn't get home until around midnight and I was exhausted. But on the plus side, yay for for a long chapter!

You guys are so amazing! I'm getting just as many reviews and follows now as I was before my little hiatus, and I honestly wasn't expecting that. After my computer died and I lost the chapters I had written, it felt like more of a job to write than anything else. But you guys are helping to make it fun again. There's no way I would have been able to write this far without you guys. 3