goner {stiles stilinski}

unsolved case

      "Maybe we can find some sort of clue at his house?" I questioned as we got into Kira's car to go searching for Stiles.

"You really think there's gonna be anything there?" Isaac asked from beside me in the backseat.

"It's better than nothing, isn't it? I don't hear you coming up with better ideas," I glared at him.

"We'll go, okay? We need to get a better scent," Scott turned to look at us. Isaac raised his brow as Scott mentioned that, shooting me a quick glance.

"Right, the whole werewolf thing," I said gesturing to the both of them.

"You know then?" Isaac spoke up.

"Nah, just a lucky guess," I grinned as his features changed into annoyance.

He sighed loudly, turning his head to look out the window, "Great, another one."

When we arrived at Stiles' house, we found Lydia and Aiden in his bedroom looking back at us with the same surprised expression.

My brows furrowed, "What are you doing here? Did he call you too?"

"I heard it," Lydia said looking somewhat dazed.

"Don't ask," Aiden said before I could open my mouth, "It gets more confusing when you ask."

"Okay then," I said as my gaze traveled around the room. Pictures and articles covered almost all the walls and the red threads he used for unsolved cases stretched away from the walls and tied to the handles of a pair of scissors which was stabbed into the center for Stiles' mattress.

"Not as confusing as this," Lydia said looking down at the bed, "He uses red for unsolved cases."

"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case?" Aiden chimed in.

"Or is an unsolved case," I said sighing, the sinking feeling in my chest getting worse with each second. Kira walked up to me and grabbed my hand, giving it a light squeeze. I smiled back at her.

"Hold on," Lydia said and turned her attention to Scott, "Is he still out there? You don't know where he is?"

"He said he was in an industrial basement somewhere, we came here to get a better scent."

"What else did he say?"

"Something's wrong with his leg, it's bleeding," I said, letting out another sigh, "And he's freezing."

"Tonight's the coldest night of the year, it's going to drop into the 20s."

"Of course it is," I let out sarcastically as Aiden finished his sentence.

"Well, what did his dad say?" We glanced over at Lydia and then I looked back at Scott who looked back at her nervously as he spoke.

"We kind of...we didn't tell him yet."

Lydia took in a deep breath and glared at us, "Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad?"

"He made us promise not to. We can find him by scent, if he was sleepwalking he couldn't have gotten far, right?"

"You didn't notice his jeep was gone, did you?" Lydia said causing me to grow more anxious, "You promised you wouldn't call his dad, I didn't."

"Wait, Lydia, hold on," Scott said as she picked up her phone, "I can get more help. I can call Derek, Allison...everyone except the cops."

"Great idea," Lydia said annoyed.

"You guys remember she gets these feelings when someone's about to die, right?" Aiden said looking around at us.

"You don't have to call his dad," I spoke up making them turn to me, "It's five minutes to the station, right?"

Lydia nodded, glad someone was coming to their senses, "We'll catch up."

"What, why?"

"There's something here," Was all she said, the dazed look back in her eyes.

"Yeah, evidence of total insanity," Isaac said.

"Very helpful, Lahey," I said and he shot me a sarcastic smile, annoyance visible in his eyes. "How about we figure out what's wrong with him after we find a way to keep him from freezing to death?"

Isaac rolled his eyes at me as he exited the room, the rest of us following behind him leaving Lydia and Aiden alone.

-

Sheriff Stilinski leaned against his desk breathing heavily, trying his best to maintain calm. He then opens the door and begins barking orders as if to help him stay focused.

"If his jeep is gone, that's where we start," He started before turning his attention to his deputies, "Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep. Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could've gotten into while sleeping.

"It's the coldest night of the year so far, so if he's out there barefoot in just a t-shirt, he could already be hypothermic. Let's move fast. Let's think fast."

When he's finished he asks Scott and Issac to follow him back into his office leaving me and Kira behind. I take a seat on the bench by the door and lean back, letting out a long sigh while closing my eyes.

I felt Kira sit down next to me, our arms pressed up against each other. I kept my eyes closed as I leaned my head on her shoulder letting another sigh escape me. She rested her head on mine, grasping my hands in hers, "Are you doing okay?"

"I just hope he's okay," I noticed Kira's mouth moving but I couldn't hear anything, my mind stayed focused on the scene behind her. She follows my gaze and we both watch as the deputy named Parrish burst into the Sheriff's office telling them they'd found the jeep parked at the hospital.

We both stand up as Scott makes his way over to us, "Stay here."

"What? No, let us help!" Kira countered beating me to it.

"I will. Just stay here and I'll call you when we get there, okay?"

"But why?" I didn't understand why we couldn't go with them, why we had to stay here without being able to do anything.

"He wasn't alone, okay? We don't know what is going on and I-" He sighed and turned his attention to Kira, "I don't want anything to happen."

Kira nodded her head causing me to sigh in annoyance and sit back down again. I hated waiting. Not knowing what was going on. I didn't notice my leg had started to bounce up and down until Kira put her hand on my knee, trying to calm me down.

I gave her a small smile, happy to at least not be sitting here all by myself. I would probably go out of my mind.