𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▷ Stiles Stilinski²

22|mexico

"Sheriff - Noah - we don't have time for the proper channels," I cut in.

He shook his head. "No. We will be calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points."

Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation. "Dad, we can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices. Okay? Someone needs to go down there right now, find them and rescue them. We're going."

The Sheriff stood tall, raising his eyebrows. "I can keep you from going."

"We'll just find another way, then," I shrugged, letting my eyes glow long enough for him to see.

"I'll throw you both in a cell. You can't use your little air trick to get out of there."

I wasn't sure whether or not to be offended by his comment. I mean, I probably could find a way to use it to get out; I hadn't exactly tried.
But the insinuation that it was just some 'little air trick' caught me off guard.

"We'd still find a way," Stiles told him, backing me up.

The man sighed heavily as he returned to our side of his desk. "Stiles, Riley, please. Look, just give me a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision by some guy with a third eye!"

According to Lydia and Deaton on last night's call, some Doctor in Eichen named Valack - who was also a patient - had told them where we could find Scott and Kira. However, this man had also drilled a hole in his own forehead to 'open his third eye', so his advice may or may not be sound.

"Look, I will call every law enforcement agency all the way down to South America if I have to. If nothing turns up, then I'll book three flights to Mexico. We'll all go. Okay?"

Stiles nodded slightly, looking frustrated for a moment, before relaxing his face. "Okay, okay, great. Do I get a gun?"

"No," the Sheriff and I both replied at the same time.

Walking out of the office, I looked over my shoulder to make sure we were far enough away from the Sheriff, before turning to Stiles.
"We don't have time for the 'proper channels', Stiles."

"I know," he replied as he grabbed the keys to the jeep out of his pocket.

Opening the door to the station, we both walked out. "So we're going to Mexico then, aren't we?"

Stiles nodded. "Of course we're going. We just have to make a quick stop. Can you get Malia on the phone?"

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Not even twenty minutes later Stiles, Malia and I were at Scott's house to find something that Malia could use to track the Alpha's scent. We went straight to his bedroom, Stiles running through the halls.

When Malia and I reached him, he was in the ensuite going through Scott's laundry hamper. Digging through it, he stopped when he found a pair of Scott's boxers. He hesitated for a moment, before holding them up to Malia.

The girl immediately retracted away from him, a look of disgust on her face.

Stiles pursed his lips, "Remember, Scott's life is on the line."

Shaking my head, I turned and quickly scanned Scott's room. My eyes landed on his pillow, snatching it off of the bed and handing it to Malia. The girl took a whiff, before nodding.
"There are easier ways then sniffing the guy's underwear, Stiles."

He threw the underwear back in the hamper quickly. "Yeah. That works, too."

"Great, let's go."

Malia removed the cover from the pillow, before returning the pillow to Scott's bed. The three of us left the boy's room, making our way down stairs to the front door.