jeep-lover:
「Stiles was miffed, to say the least. He felt like tearing his hair out, but he withheld the thought as he all but barged into Scott’s place and begins to rant. He rants and rants and rants until he pauses for breath, chest rising and falling for a moment before a sigh slips from his lips. “Yes!” Stiles breathes, “I’ve tried everything but a hammer or throwing the damned thing out the window, which I’m close to doing!” he rattles off, running a hand through his messy hair.
Scott’s presences manages to calm him, and instantly, Stiles feels himself begin to slowly relax, the anger and anxiety vanishing from his veins as his best friend hovers near him. “It’s, it’s just this fucking case - it’s frustrating.” he begins after a moment. “The guy murders his wife,” Stiles mumbles. “We think he’s some of cyber terrorist since we’ve been watching him for a while, and the jack ass left his phone at the scene, but it has a pass code!”
For weeks, Stiles had been trying to unlock said cell phone, with various code words, phrases, numbers - only to no avail. Stiles knew he was breaking various different types of protocols - but he had to let his frustrations out, besides, Scott knew that this was between the two of them and no one else, his best friend wasn’t going to rat him out for having a rant.
“Like we know he’s up to no good, but without breaking into his phone, there’s really nothing we can do.” Stiles mumbles as he scrubs a hand over his face, shoulders slumping. Deep down, Stiles hoped that Scott was right, that he’d finally be able to break into that guy’s phone and end the constant cat and mouse game.」
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And there it was, the very reason his friend had been so twisted and contorted in the form of distress all laid out for him. The wolf could see why something like this would eat away at Stiles, because Stiles had no problem getting into anything he wanted -- especially into things that weren’t meant for him. A gift, if you will. So the fact that it wasn’t working out was more than means for such reactions. It’d bother Scott too if it were him in those shoes. Allowing his tongue to swipe over his lip before biting it with thought, he gave Stiles’s shoulder another squeeze before moving to lean his weight against a counter taking on a more casual appearance in demeanor.
“So...you’re telling me, that you’re actually going to play by the rules on this one?” Raising a brow, Scott canted his head off to the side in the slightest, looking at his best friend with his own form of mischief twinkling in his eye. “Not that I’m condoning you to do anything illegal for this case but...sometimes, sometimes you have to do what you have to do.” It wasn’t necessarily a route Scott was a fan of but sometimes when the hand is forced, hey-- the boot fits.
“Not like I have connections to the FBI or anything,” Snorting out a soft laugh, Scott smiled at himself where he shook his head. Things weren’t the best with his dad but they were both trying and for Scott, it was something. Not like his dad would blab should Stiles go forth and ask for a small favor, right? It wasn’t a perfect solution, nor the answer, but it was an avenue they hadn’t tried. What harm could it do? The worst is they get told no and ultimately, left to find a different way into the phone.