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.