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"Can you stop him?" Lydia asked through the speaker of Reese's car. She, Lydia and her father were on a three way call as they drive in different vehicles.

"Stopping him is one thing. Getting him to turn around...?" Stilinski said.

"Leave that to me." Reese told them.

Meanwhile, Jordan— who continues to speed down the road until suddenly, he runs over a spike strip, forced to pull over when his tires burst from the contact.

Jordan gets out of his car to inspect his tires and sighs in frustration just before police sirens sounded from in front of him.

"I don't remember giving you any vacation time." Stilinski said as he walked toward Jordan.

"Those were new tires." He told Stilinski who just shrugged slightly. "Well, they're scrap rubber now. How about I call a tow for you?" He offered.

Jordan sighs, rolling his eyes before turning back toward his car to grab his phone. "I'll call one myself."

Reese's car pulls up to join them from the other direction— Lydia right behind her. Jordan lets out a light groan as Reese steps out of her and walks toward him.

"You're all three out of your minds! You know that?" He told them.

"You can't leave." She told him.

"I can't stay!" He said. "I'm a Hellhound. I have the word 'Hell' in my name. Hell!"

Stilinski gives him a hard look. "You're also one of my best deputies... and the person my daughter wants to be with."

Jordan looks at Reese, his eyes softly just a little bit before he looks back at Stilinski.

"You guys don't get it. The bodies I see in my dreams are because of me. And there's gonna be more— a lot more."

Lydia shrugged her shoulder slightly. "I've been predicting death longer than you. The things I've seen and felt? They don't always happen."

"What if those people die because you didn't stay?" Stilinski asked.

"Because you weren't there to protect them." Reese added softly.

Jordan sighed, their words echoing in his head.

"You said you were drawn to Beacon Hills. I think you're here for a reason." Lydia told him.

"Hey." Stilinski said, throwing something to Jordan.

He holds it up, revealing his Deputy Sheriff badge.

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The apartment door clicked shut behind them, muffling the outside world. Reese stood still, her hand on the doorknob, eyes fixed on the floor as Jordan stepped further inside. The quiet stretched, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.

Jordan turned to her slowly, uncertain. "You've been quiet since we got back."

Reese nodded once, still not looking at him. "I've had something I needed to tell you since this morning."

That caught his attention. "Since this morning?"

She finally looked up, and her eyes were glassy, her voice shaking as she spoke. "I found out during my shift. I didn't even have time to breathe before everything spiraled. And then you were just... gone. And I didn't get the chance to tell you."

Jordan took a tentative step forward, his brow furrowed. "Tell me what?"

Reese inhaled deeply, willing her heart to calm, her nerves to settle. But nothing about this moment was calm. Her fingers curled into the hem of her shirt. "I'm pregnant."