"I'm pretty sure Stiles has figured out how to get in here," Chris said. He opened the desk drawer again and pulled out a pacjage of peanut butter cups. He todsed it on the desk where Derek could reach it if he wanted a snack.
"That was in the middle of the desk this morning. I wouldn't be surprised if he has his own copy of the key." He could be annoyed by that, or just accept it. He owed the kid a great debt, after all. There really wasn't any way to repay him for what he'd done to bring Allison back.