Stiles: So literally day one of my internship and up comes this slide about this guy they have been chasing in the woods in North America.
Malia: I thought you were in South America.
Derek: I was. The bodies of the werewolves I told you about? They blamed me.
Stiles: So I learned that the FBI has cornered this feral, mass murdering unsub.
Derek: I found a group of hunters gathering in a meeting place. I was trying to get information.
Stiles: Well the FBI found out about it too, and they were planning a SWAT assault to take him down, dead or alive, and, as we all know though, with Derek it's preferably dead.
Derek: Preferably.
Stiles: So I convinced them to take me on the field op.
Lydia: You convinced the FBI to bring an intern onto an extremely dangerous field operation?
Derek: I'm surprised he didn't convince them that he could lead it.
Stiles: I tried. It didn't work. Anyway, long story short, I basically, you know, had to save his life.
Derek: That's not how it happened.
Stiles: Yeah, I may have left out a detail, but that's the gist of what happened. That's the essential essence of it.
Derek: You couldn't walk.
Stiles: I was limping.
Derek: You couldn't walk, and I know that because I was carrying you.
Stiles: They shot my toe! You want to see it? My toe was caught in the crossfire. It was obliterated.