"From Cupcake Tate's bakery!"

"Wow, they're from Miesha? That pretty girl that teaches mma to hunters?" Noah asks, his eye widening at the basket.

"Yes, she's stunning! Although, not as stunning as yours truly! Your son, I mean, not me!" Peter sheepishly waves his right hand in protest. Peter had never been good at impressing any of his partner parents. Shocking being the smooth operator that he was. He said the wrong thing at the wrong time, used corny puns that even made sweet older grandparents cringe. He'd end up having to buy them expensive gifts to keep them sweet, just lke today. He gently places the basket on Noah's desk with a blatant bump of pride.

"Thank you!"

"No problem! An absolute pleasure! See you at Kira's housewarming?"

"Sure! Ummm...do you mind sitting down for a minute?" The officer taps his desk with his ring finger.

"Ohhhhh...may I inquire as to why?"

"Just a little chat..." Noah smiles

Peter coughs out the figurative frog in his throat. Those piercing blue eyes making his stomach churn. His son has the same effects, but for extremely different reasons.

"Hello?" Noah asks beckoning him over.

"Sir. I'm playing nice here. I've brought you over a treasure cove of muffins! Why does it feel like I'm suddenly a suspect.

"Whyever would you feel that way Sir? Are you guilty?" Noah leans against the chair. To prove a point, the were walks to the rickety wooden chair and softly sits on it. "Could do with Condit cushion. Too expensive for you I'm sure? Kindly hurry up, I'm a busy alpha"

"Evidently?"

"What?"

"Parrish got a call about a noise complaint on your property. We went over"

"That can't be. I've been at your sons' all week. Noise complaint? Were asshole omegas tying to get in again?"

"Place appeared to be empty" Noah starts fiddling with his coffee mug. He gets up and starts looking around for that coffee jug that Stiles always complains about. He says that it's a hundred years old. He finds the jug, swirling it before pouring another cup. "Don't look so pleased with yourself Hale. I found some pretty disgusting forensics, in there"

"Bullshit! What did you pay Parrish to plant!" Peter shouts as one fang comes out.

"Keep your voice down! It's not what I saw, it's what I didn't see"

"I don't have time for this, low rent human fuckery! Converse with my fucking lawyer!" Peter gets up and Noah gets up too. Visions go through Peter's head. The things he could do. The punishment that he could inflict. Slamming Noah through several walls, sounded like heaven to his ears. He takes a deep breath. He needs to remember Noah isn't just an any asshole here.

"What did you find on your illegal travels?"

"It's what wasn't there"

"You've said that!"

"Condoms Peter. Condom, Condoms Condoms! I'm disgusted! Do you mean to tell me you're squessing my son's Lemon, without protection?"

"I...Lemon?...I'm not a hundred and Sixty years old Noah. We're going to have to communicate in one of the ten languages that I know"

"You're nearly twice my son's age!" Noah roars,.

"A slight over-exaggeration!"

"I thought you guys were being responsible!"

"We ARE. More than you'll ever know. Do I look like Josh Diaz? I'm not putting my personal life on a fucking billboard for beacon hills! As much as I respect you. I respect Stiles more!"

"Respect? You're a goddamn werewolf! He has no idea what you do when you disappear through the cat-flap at night! What kind of supernatural STI's are bringing back to my son?"

"Fuck you truly? I'm faithful! Could your precious Claudia say the say fucking thing!" He grins as Noah runs aross the room and grabs him by the throat. The pain drifting through his playsma muscle in ebbs and waves.

"Keep my wife's name out of your evil mouth!" Noah shouts.

"I'm apologise for nothing! You're lucky I haven't thrown you through the nearest window!"

"I oughta arrest you for disturbing MY peace! How the hell does Stiles cope with you?"

"With Bondage tape, nipple clamps, a swimming pool amount of lube!" He smirks as Noah sharply punches him in the face. He chuckles as the bruising spreads and throbs. He kicks Noah in the balls before the marking has faded.

"Fuck!"

"For what it's worth, your precious darling son is still a virgin! When he decides to pop the proverbial cherry with WHOMEVER. It's soley his decision, that none of us could or should control. You don't deserve this bakery basket ass-hole!" The were marches to the desk and scoops it up on to his wrist. "I'm an alpha. I understand pack protection, familal safety Father bear . But don't fucking test me Noah. Pack mate rage is just as deadly!"

"GET OUT!"

"Relax, you cretin. I'll show you mercy. Have one muffin on me!" Peter throws the muffin perfectly upright on the table, speeding out of the room before Noah can angrily push himself off of the carpet.