Imagine Eli gets in trouble at school and is waiting - terrified - in the principal’s office for his dad. But his dad isn’t the one who walks through the door: Stiles is.
Stiles looks like he’s ready to intereogate Eli, but calmly asks him to tell him what happened. Eli starts telling him and every time the teacher who brought him in tries to interrupt, Stiles cuts the teacher off and tells Eli to continue.
“He kept hitting the kid, so I—”
“You hit him,” the teacher interjects.
Before Eli can object, Stiles says, “That’s a leading question.”
“What are you, a lawyer?” the teacher scoffs.
“No,” Stiles replies, watching for a second as the teacher’s face twists with a smug smile that Stiles can’t wait to wipe off his face. “I’m an FBI special agent.”
There it is. The smile is wiped clean off the teacher’s face.