Fragile • Stiles Stilinski [One]

Three's a pattern

"So what did you find?" I asked impatiently.

"The mechanic and the couple who were murdered...they all had something in common." Sheriff said, as he moved his food to the side to make room for his elbows.

"All three?" Stiles asked.

Sheriff nodded, "Yeah. You know what I always say. One's an incident, two's a coincidence–"

"Three's a pattern," Stiles mumbled, cutting his father off.

I dragged my bottom lip in between my teeth, "So, what do all three have in common?"

"The mechanic, the husband, the wife...all the same age. Twenty four."

"Hold on...What about Mr. Lahey? He wasn't anywhere near twenty four.." Stiles mentioned.

Sheriff leaned back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest. "Which made me think that either, a) Lahey's murder wasn't connected, or b) the ages were a coincidence. Well, until I found this, which would be c. Did you know that Isaac had an older brother named Camden?" He slid a manilla folder across the desk, towards Stiles and I.

I flipped the folder open and the words Died in Combat caught my attention. "Isaac mentioned him once in history when we were talking about wars...but I never got the chance to meet him."

Stiles eyes finally wondered over to the words that caught my attention before anything else, "Died in Combat?"

Sheriff nodded, "But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he would be..."

"Twenty four..." My eyes locked back onto the board, and I sat my salad on the desk. I could see Stiles watching me from where he was seated, as I stood up from my chair and walked behind Sheriff. "Well if they were all the same age, then that probably means they were in the same class...." I mentioned, examining the board.

Stiles' chair rubbed against the floor, and he rushed to my side smirking. "I have never been a more proud boyfriend," Stiles said his smirk changing to a grin, "Did you think of that dad? I mean she has a good point..."

Sheriff stood up from his seat, eyes blinking rapidly just like Stiles. "Yeah....yeah. Well, I mean I would've..." Stiles and I both gave him a look, "Okay, look I just got Lahey's file two hours ago." He said picking the file up, waving it in both of our faces.

"Two hours? Dad people could be dying!"

Sheriff sighed as he threw the file down on the desk, "Yeah, I'm aware of that. Thank you. There has to be something we can look at–"

"A yearbook...." Stiles and I both said at the same time, just as if we could read each others minds.

Stiles' face lit up, "This whole detective thing you're doing, is really hot. Like, it's turning me on...." I could feel the heat take over my cheeks.

Sheriff looked between Stiles and I, "This is still going to take some getting used to."

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"Okay... this is it, class of two thousand and six." I said, pulling the yearbook out of a stack.

"They all went to Beacon Hills." Stiles added, looking at sheet of paper.

Sheriff nodded, "Including Isaac's brother..."

I handed over the yearbook to Stiles, "Maybe they all knew each other, I mean two of them were married. Sounds like high school sweethearts to me, and you know...maybe they all hung out." I shrugged.

"Well, they could have had the same classes together. They could have–" Sheriff's voice faded away, and his focus landed on a paper he had pulled in front of his face.

"What?" Stiles asked impatiently.

"Same teacher..." He turned the paper around so we would be able to see exactly what he was talking about.

"Why doesn't this surprise me?"

"Harris." Stiles hissed, "You've got to be kidding me." He snatched the paper from his father, taking a closer look. "They were all in his class?"

Sheriff snatched the paper back, "All four. And I don't know exactly how Mr. Lahey fits into this, but this....this is definitely a pattern. Alright, hand me the yearbook. These names, we need faces."

Stiles flung himself towards the desk where he had laid the yearbook, practically ripping out pages just to find the one with Mr. Harris. 

"Which ones?" I asked, looking at the entire page of faces accompanied by our evil chemistry teacher.

Sheriff let out a heavy sigh, and took a seat with the yearbook in front of him. "Everyone in that chemistry class. If the killer's not done killing–"

"One of them will be next..." Stiles finished.

Sheriff didn't hesitate to get right to business, he snatched the phone from his desk and dialed a number neither Stiles nor I recognized. "Yeah, it's Stilinski"

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So I'm going to finish this chapter off here, I'm sorry if it's not that great :/ I've had part of this chapter written for a few days, and then today I had to work all day. But, I still wanted to get it updated for you all. The second part will definitely be better than this one, and I'll start that one tomorrow. This girl needs some sleep right now... lol.  I still hope you enjoyed though! Make sure you vote, comment, all that fun stuff!