A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to thank those who commented below, leaving me positive reviews. I'm so happy you guys are liking the story. Please don't stop reviewing, (could be positive or negative, just please review!) it helps me of what you guys want/expect in this plot. Anywho, I just want to state that some of the dialogue is literally from Derek/Meredith scenes / Grey's Anatomy (Season 1). Enjoy friends!

I wake up with tears on my face and my pillow really wet. I don't remember much of what I dreamt, but Allison was part of it. The only thing I do remember is holding onto Allison. She kept repeating herself how everything is okay, and that she's 'watching' me.

I massage my temples then lightly shake my head. I grab my phone to check the time and.. 11:15?! Oh shit, I overslept! Stiles is probably waiting for me outside.

I jump out my bed and change quickly. I head to my bathroom, brush my teeth, fix my hair a bit and put some lipstick on. I grab my kit and all the things I need for work.

I walk out my door and.. what the fuck?

I see Kira and Stiles in the kitchen eating waffles. "Hey! Good morning love." Kira says cheerfully. I'm so confused.

"What are YOU doing here?!" I ask Stiles.

"Well good morning to you too, love." He smiles at me then looks at Kira and begins to laugh. Kira just has her mouth a little open, shocked that Stiles is being a dumb flirt.

"Stiles here came to pick you up." She said.

"I know, I know. But why is he IN HERE?! You were supposed to wait outside." I look at him then at Kira, hoping to have answers.

"Look, he was waiting for you outside for like 20 minutes?" Kira looks at Stiles to make sure she was right. Stiles nods and gives her a thumbs up as he takes a bite of the waffle.

"Then he came knocking, nicely, and asked if you were awake and ready. So obviously I was like nah dude and then he was like 'oh okay I'll just wait downstairs, can you wake her up please' and I'm like yeah sure but I'm making waffles, come and eat and wait for her inside. And then he was like ah okay, then I was about to come and wake you up, but instead I sat down and ate, which I'm doing right now! Then literally a second ago you woke up and yeah!" Kira was talking so fast.

I stare at Kira for as long as possible and shake my head lightly.

Stiles is just nodding his head. "Kira these are freaking amazing waffles."

Kira blushes and smiles. "Thank you!"

He then looks at me and notices I'm not too happy. "Kira was just being nice. Don't be mad at her." Stiles explains.

I roll my eyes. "Let's go."

"You're not gonna eat?!" Kira says.

"I'm not hungry." I say.

"Lydia we may be down there for quite a long time, you should eat. It's only like 15 minutes away from here, we got time." said Stiles.

"I'll get myself a bagel or something, let's go." I walk out the door and don't even bother saying bye to Kira. I walk up to the door that leads to the stairs.

I hear Stiles take a huge sigh before he speaks a moment later. "Thank you so much for the waffles! See ya later."

I don't hear Kira say anything but I see him wave. As he walks out and closes the door, he looks at me.

I'm not mad at Kira, just a little bothered about the whole situation because it's so strange, and it's obvious Kira is trying too hard to make us be together or something. I'm also trying to think what really went down in my dream. I sigh as we walk downstairs. I miss Allison, so much.

"Which one's yours?" I ask Stiles in the parking lot.

"This baby right here." He points to an old blue Jeep. We get near it and he rubs the back of it softly and gently.

I don't say anything but try hard not to laugh.

"What?" He says.

"How does that thing even run? It looks… so old." I explain.

"HEY! This baby right here has been running since 2005. It's not even that old, relax." He looks hurt. "We're gonna have a good time in this thing." He smiles at me and I look away.

The ride to the Bay Area is a bit awkward. We steal glances of each other every now and then. I noticed inside his Jeep it's a mess full of Disney barbie dolls. There's also a kid seat on the back and just full of toys and girly stuff. I don't mention anything. But I'm a little weirded out.

He turns on the radio and its on the Disney AM channel. The Jonas Brothers are on playing one of their songs. All of this is so strange.

He nervously laughs and quickly changes the radio station.

"If you're thinking I'm some creep, I'm not." He says. I look at him with concerned eyes.

"Well why do you have a kid's car seat?! Do you have a child?" I ask.

"Me? Do I have a child?! Ha, no, no, no... Oh noooooo." He laughs and looks at me, which I'm in no way laughing about. "Don't get me wrong, I would love to have kids one day!" He winks. I kinda gag in front of his face on purpose and he shakes his head. "No, look. It's sort of personal, but I'll tell you anyway." He pauses. "I have a goddaughter. My best friend, Scott and I are her godparents, you know guardians? And we're always with her. Um my good friend Derek and his wife Braeden, who are the parents are always letting Scott and I take her everywhere with us. It's sweet."

I wasn't expecting this at all. It's cute.

"Scott owns a motorcycle so obviously she isn't going to be riding with him." He continues.

Scott and motorcycle? HUH. Maybe it's the same guy Kira has a thing for, who knows.

"Well, that explains the radio station and the Disney dolls." I say.

"Yeah." He smiles.

"What's her name?" I ask.

"Cora. She's only three years old and the cutest freaking toddler. I love her so much." He's smiling so hard and I can't help but smile too. "Sorry, I got a soft spot for kids."

"Don't apologize." I say. "I do too."

We don't talk for the next minute or so, but it's not as awkward anymore.

"Lydia?" He says.

"Mmm?" I reply.

"Look I just wanna say, I'm sorry I went up to your loft and just went in like that-"

I interrupt him, "It's okay. It was my fault I overslept. You were just checking in if I was okay, and that was mature and nice of you."

"So you're not mad?" He says.

"No. I wasn't mad. Never was. It's just, I just had a weird dream and it got me feeling some type of way."

"Did you dream about me?" He smirks.

"We literally just had a nice moment Stiles. And you ruined it."

"Oh, now we're having moments?" He smiles.

"You're so-"

"Charming." He winks at me.

I roll my eyes at him and look out the window.

When we arrived down to the Bay Area. There was so many people surrounded by the crime scene. Since I am part blood analyst I was mostly inspecting all the blood on the street. The body was taken yesterday, but Stiles and I had to come down to take statements from people that witnessed the whole thing. We've been here exactly five hours.

From what it looks like the driver was incredibly drunk and hit a 5 year old boy. FIVE YEARS OLD. Things like this piss me off so much. Drinking and driving is the worst thing anyone can do to themselves and other people.

Stiles is surrounded with so many people. Some are crying and some are yelling and he's so calm writing down people's facts.

I collect some blood from the concrete and shove it inside my kit. Stiles walks away from the group and walks to me. "Looks like the drunk driver was just a young teen. There's a man in the wheelchair said he has footage when it happened. We should check it out at his store."

I nod and follow Stiles as he walks over to the man in the wheelchair. The man takes us to his thrift shop and takes us into this room full of cameras and videos. I'm stunned to see how much footage he has in each angle of his store and outside.

"Is this neighborhood really dangerous?" I ask.

"Honey, there's so many things going on in this neighborhood. Young kids would always come by my shop to steal a lot of clothes, books, etc." He talks very slow.

Stiles is writing some things down. "What's your name?"

"Thomas Boyle."

"Okay, may we see the footage?" I hate how Stiles is so calm and assertive just when he told me he has a soft spot for kids. I can tell he really takes his job serious. He catches me staring at him and I quickly look away.

shows us the footage. It displays a little boy with a young woman, probably his mother outside a house. He's playing with a soccer ball, the mom is talking with the kid, she then goes inside this house. Several minutes pass and the boy is playing with the ball by himself. There's people around, not paying attention to him. He accidentally kicks the ball too hard and it goes straight to the street.

"It's coming up." says. I close my eyes and slightly turn around, trying to avoid when the kids gets hit. I can sense that Stiles is watching me and it's making me feel a bit nervous.

"Stop." Stiles said. "Pause the footage." does so. "Right here, he gets off his car to acknowledge the kid. I can't believe it. I guess when he notices the kid is not moving so he quickly leaves him there dying."

I pout my lips. "He could have saved him."

"Can you zoom in on the driver?" Stiles asked moves around his computer mouse to zoom in.

The driver looks about 18 years old, small and super scrawny and driving under the influence, obviously. We can't really tell a lot.

"Look, the driver is some how bleeding?" I say, thinking about the blood I collected from different spots around the crime scene.

"Would it be okay if we take this footage with us?" Stiles asked.

"Of course." replied .

Stiles and I thank him then shake his hand and leave.

"I got so many different statements from people and they all said the same thing. Hopefully we get to catch this kid as soon as possible. I got the plates license number too!" He says happily on our way to his Jeep.

"We still need to turn in the crime reports." I say.

"We got everything mostly done. Good job Agent." He tells me as he turns on the Jeep.

My stomach growls really loud. I look down and touch my stomach.

"You should have ate your friends waffles." He shakes his head. "They were delicious."

I roll my eyes. "Just take me to Subway. I'll buy some food and eat it at work."

He keeps staring at me and I sigh. "What!?"

"You forgot to say please."

I take the most longest breath, then grab my hands and say, "Stiles, please, please, can you take me to Subway?" I pout.

Stiles is laughing. "That was cute."

I shake my head and put my seat belt on. I look away and smile really big.

Stiles and I just got back from talking to Sergeant Parrish and meeting Captain Holt.

Captain Holt, our gay boss is very hard to read. I didn't know if he was annoyed of Stiles' commentary or he was just bored. Anyways, he thanked us today for doing a good job at the crime scene.

I'm on my way to the call room to eat my Subway and relax a bit before I start working on my report. I walk to the elevator silently in front of Stiles.

"San Francisco has ferry boats." He says.

I look up and wonder why he's being random. "Yes."

"I didn't know that." Stiles said. "I've been living here seven weeks and I didn't know there was ferry boats."

He can't see me but I'm smiling. "You know, San Francisco is surrounded by water on three sides. The north, east, and west."

Silence.

"Now I have to like it here." The elevator rings and opens up. "I wasn't planning on liking it here." He says.

It was a packed elevator now it's just the two of us. I walk in and press a button and so does Stiles.

"I have a thing for ferry boats." He says.

We're silent now and just waiting.

"I'm not going out with you." I say.

"Did I ask you to go out with me?" Stiles turns his head to me then looks back to the front again.

Silence.

"Do you wanna go out with me?" He smiles. That stupid smile of his.

"I'm not dating you. And I'm definitely not sleeping with you again. You're my partner." I say.

"So?" He smirks.

"You're sexually harassing me." I bluntly said.

"I'm riding an elevator." He replies. I take a good close at him and roll my eyes.

"Look, I'm drawing a line. The line is drawn. There's, a big, line." I tell him.

Silence.

"So, this line, is it imaginary," he finally turns around completely, "or do I have to get you a marker?" I can't help but stare at his eyes and lips. The tension is too much.

I drop my all my belongings on the ground and kiss him hard and push him to the elevator wall. At this point I'm taking Malia's advice and living a little, fuck it.

He kisses me back and holds my face, then turns me around hard and now I'm on the wall. The elevator rings as we go up levels. Stiles is a really good kisser.

We keep kissing and kissing and I want more. But what felt like less than 10 seconds the elevators stops, beeps and opens. We both stop, breathing heavily.

Some people are looking at us weirdly as they come in. I quickly pick up everything I dropped and immediately leave the elevator. Stiles is just standing there. As I walk out, I smile. I can't believe I just did that.

"We'll talk later?!" Stiles yells.

It's only my second day of work and I already hate writing crime reports. It's such a drag, but I finished right on time to go home. It's late, almost midnight, the police station is busy as ever and people are up still doing work. I sigh in relief, thanking god how I finished somewhat early.

I call a cab to pick me up. I yawn and stretch reallly hard. I walk to the elevator and I see Stiles waiting for it to come up. He's on his phone, typing away. I shake my head thinking about earlier.

"It's intense. This thing I have," he pauses, "for….. ferry boats, I mean."

We look at each other and he smiles at me.

"How'd you know it was me?" I ask.

"Your hair. Your nice strawberry-blonde hair stands out." He says as he puts his phone away and smiles at me. A smile that is not friendly, but conceited and simper.

"I'm so taking the stairs this time." I walk away smiling.

"YOU HAVE NO SELF CONTROL! IT'S SAD! REALLY!" He yells at me.