This is kind of like a filler chapter. Just to get me from the last one to the next one with some semblance of believability.

Laura knocked on the faded brown wood of the door. Three short sharp raps on the surface, before taking a step back and waiting for an answer. Her leg jiggled in impatience as the seconds stretched on, but eventually the door swung inwards and she came face to face with a man, probably in his 40s, dressed in a blue jumpsuit and tool belt, and looking decidedly pissed off at being disturbed.

Of course, she didn't miss the hint of interest when he saw her though, and while it was a little creepy, she realised that she might be useful to able to flirt the information out of the man as a plan B. Plan A was to charm his grimy little socks off.

'Hi, I'm Laura, my brother lives in apartment 22b. You're Mr Finstock right? The building's super?'

She held out her hand politely, forcing down a grimace as his hand took hers, his palm covered in something vaguely sticky. She really didn't want to know what that was.

'Yep, that's me. What can I help you with ma'am?'

He smiled at her, in what she assumed was meant to be an alluring way, and it might have been alright, but the whole image was ruined by the piece of spinach caught between his front teeth. Holding on to her manners she coughed lightly and subtly gestured to his teeth, and was relieved to see him take the hint and remove the spinach, obviously a little embarrassed at being caught with it. Not wanting the man to fester in his embarrassment, Laura powered on.

'Well, first off I was wondering if it was you who hired the window washing boy?'

He let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair.

'What did the dumbass do? Write rude words on your window? Ask for tips? Spy on you while changing?'

He seemed to get a little excited at the last one, but coughed to cover any inappropriateness that was trying to bubble out. He raised an eyebrow, clearly an invitation for her to carry on with her complaint.

'Oh no. Nothing like that I assure you. Actually quite the opposite. He and my brother have become quite good friends over the weeks he's worked here and I was just wondering when he was scheduled to be back in. He didn't turn up yesterday, and there is something we really need to talk about. It's pretty urgent, I fear the more time it's left to fester the worse the fall out will be.'

Shuffling back into his office, Finstock pulled a file off of his frankly disgusting desk, before returning to where Laura was standing. She refused to step foot in that office, the smell alone was enough to make her want to turn tail and run. But no, this was for Derek, and, as much as she loved him, he wasn't that good company when he was sulking in his room. She really just wanted to hang out with him again like they did when they were kids, but that wasn't going to happen when he was so utterly heartbroken, so she knew she had to fix it for him. He would have done the same for her. Probably with more fists and less charm, but whatever, semantics.

Finstock cleared his throat.

'Ok, let's see. Stilinski, that's his name. Stiles Stilinski. God, what a ridiculous name. Who names their kid that? What is he, son of a famous person, they all have the weirdest names don't you think?' Laura nodded, mainly out of courtesy than actual agreement. 'Aha, here we go. Oh. Yeah it looks like he wasn't in yesterday, took a sick day I suppose. And yesterday was actually scheduled to be his last day on the job. New kid coming in next week to pick up some extra dimes, that's going to be loads of fun for me. The Stilinski kid was fairly good at his job, never bothered me in my office, never got complaints about peeping, it's a real shame to lose him. We've had some right creepy kids washing the windows over the years, it's always sad to see a good one go. Anyway, hoped that helped sweetheart.'

'Wait, wait ,wait. He's not coming back? As in, never?'

Finstock looked confused at the panicky edge to her voice, and glanced down at the notes in his hand to double check.

'Uh yeah, it says here he turns 21 tomorrow. My guess is he was working up until his birthday for some reason. Normally to prove something to the parents. I'd hoped he'd stay on but I guess he doesn't really need the job anymore. You alright love, you look like you're about to cry.'

She was about to cry. The frustration was just unbearable. It was all just so unfair. The first time her brother finds someone he likes enough to actually pull down his walls and fall head over heels in love with, the fates mess it all up and disappear him off the face of the bloody earth. How was that fair? And to top it all off, in his sad attempt at wooing, Derek hadn't even mustered the courage to ask for Stiles' number, so he was a complete dead end as well. That seemed to be all she was getting, dead ends. She ran her hand through her hair, for once not giving a shit if she messed it up. How the hell was she supposed to help fix this problem, if she couldn't catch a break?

'Hey lady.' Finstock's voice broke through her angry rantings, his eyes wide and worried at the semi mental breakdown Laura was having in front of him.

'I guess if you really need to get in touch with him, I've got a phone number and address you can have. He doesn't technically work here anymore so I suppose the employer employee privilege thing doesn't really apply anymore, and you really seem to need it. Plus you're hot and kind of freaking me out with this melt down you seem to be doing, so I'll bend the rules this once, just for you cupcake.'

He leered and winked, smirking and with an eyebrow cocked, but he said nothing more and instead shuffled the sheets in his hands, looking for one in particular. He made a triumphant noise as he found it, and passed it over with the instructions to jot down what she needed and then return the paper to him.

She gratefully did as she was told, noting that the address listed was that of a dorm in the local university which made sense as the little she understood from Derek's brooding grumbles, Stiles was double majoring in mythology and forensic science. She guessed he was probably a little… quirky.

After filing the information away into her phone, she passed the paper back to Finstock, smiling sweetly, genuinely thankful for his help. He seemed please at her response but reminded her that, should anyone ask, she did not get the information from him. It seemed like a fair deal so she agreed before bidding the man a farewell and trotting back towards the lift to head back up to Derek's floor to grab her bag.

After all, she had someone she had to go and see and there was no time like the present. If she had to see Derek mope for one more day there was a strong chance she would him. And while there were many things she wanted to do in her life, going to jail for the murder of her brother was not one of them.

And if it was a choice between becoming a murderer, going insane, or taking a trip into town to set things straight, she was going to need her bus pass.

Right, so I've put Super Laura on the case so everything should be fine. She's not going to return without some sort of result so don't worry. And a big thanks to all of you who are reviewing, it means so much to me.