I never did like unresolved endings. This is for the three of you that messaged me. I will finish this story no matter what the view counter says and from now on, expect a new chapter every Wednesday and Friday.
Love yall,
StoneyT
Tim looked at Scott, back at Alec, and then back at Scott.
"Are you kidding me?" Tim asked incredulously as he stared at Alec, tied to a chair and gagged, in the middle of Scott's bedroom.
"It was the best I could think to do." Scott said trying to defend himself.
"You have a sixteen year old kid tied to a chair kidnapped in your room!" Tim all-but-yelled. "How is this the best you could do?"
"You have a better idea?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, I say we let the kid lose, and let him lead us to whoever the hell these people are."
"We can't risk that right now. Especially when Alec is having this bad of a reaction."
"We can't exactly keep him here for that long either. Scott, we need to do something."
"I think I can help." Said a voice behind them. Stunned, they both turned around and looked at Stiles, who was grinning madly while leaning on Scott's door frame. "I mean, I would hate to intervene, when it looks like you two have everything under control." He said gesturing to the unconscious teenager tied to the chair. Scott looked at Stiles, gave him one of the biggest Scott McCaw smiles, and walked into a hug. Stiles returned the hug, and the both of them stayed that way for a long time. Maybe a little too long, because eventually they heard Tim uncomfortably clear his throat.
"Hi, I'm just wondering if I was gonna get an invite to the wedding." Tim asked sarcastically making Scott stutter and Stiles make an 'ew' face. "Dude, we're close but not that close." Stiles said as he came in and took Tim's outstretched hand and then went in for a quick bro hug.
"Stilinski, nice to see you again." Tim said, a small grin appearing on his face.
"You too, Tim." Stiles returned. He looked at Scott and then back at the unconscious kid, much like Tim had moments earlier. "I got to be honest Scott, I'm a little disappointed, I thought kidnapping teenagers and tieing them up was our thing." He said looking at Scott with a mock sad face. Scott smiled, but Tim just looked confused.
"I'm sorry, are you saying you two have kidnapped people before this? Is this something I should be concerned about?" Tim asked seriously.
"It was extenuating circumstances." Stiles said nonchalantly.
"Remember Liam?" Scott asked.
"Uh huh." Responded Tim, arms crossed and looking confused.
"Well, I bit him. It was a total accident, but I freaked out, took him to my house, tied him up in duct tape, and threw him in my bathtub." Scott explained.
"Right. Well, that sounds like a stellar move there, Scottie." Tim responded with a shake of his head.
"Well, it is in the past. Now we have more concerning matters to attend to." Stiles pointed out, gesturing to Alec. "Jason, the kid I assume was with him, yeah his mom showed up at the station today looking for him. She's devastated, can't find her kid, and we can't tell her anything until we find the guys behind this and figure all of this out."
"But how do we do that?" Scott asked looking at Tim and Stiles.
"Listen, I dealt with these guys before and lost. That don't sit well with me. They royally screwed up my life. So whatever y'all need, I can help you get. I have connections." Tim said.
"I appreciate that." Scott said. "But what we need right now is a plan."
This time, Stiles spoke up. "I think I can help."
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Tommie looked at the package on Stiles's desk again. Even as he tried to study on his bed, Tommie found his eyes continuing to go to the package. For some reason, he felt he should open it. Felt that it was important or something. But he didn't want to betray Stiles's trust by opening it.
As he tried to focus, he accidentally looked at it again.
"Awe, screw it." He said picking up his phone. He scrolled through his contacts until he found Stiles's number. The phone ringed and on the last one, Stiles picked up.
"Hey dude, can't really chat right now-" Stiles began.
"Shut up and listen." Tommie said jumping off the bed. "There's a package here, and someone needed you to have it yesterday. I don't know what kind of 'family emergency' you're having but something smells fishy, Stiles, and it ain't your gym socks."
"Alright, dude. Listen, there's a situation going on here back home. It may or may not have to do with whatever got dropped off." Sighed Stiles. "Listen, tell me everything you know about it."
Tommie told Stiles what he knew and he could hear Stiles talking with someone on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, Scott I realize that is suspicious. We have no reason to-" Tommie heard Stiles's voice say.
"But what if they know about where you are and-" Tommie heard another voice say this, he thinks it was Scott.
"Don't be an idiot." Stiles retorted. "There's no way."
"Actually Stiles, these guys do their homework, it is entirely possible they found you. It wouldn't be that hard." Said a voice with a slight draw that Tommie didn't recognize.
Tommie finally snapped, tired of the voices ignoring him. "Do y'all want me to open the friggin package or not?!" Tommie all but shouted into the phone.
There was a pause and then Stiles's voice came across as tired. "Open it."
Tommie grabbed the pen next to the package and used it to open the box. After he finally removed the packaging, he looked inside and almost dropped the phone.
"Oh my God." He said under his breath looking at the contents of the package.
"What is it?" Stiles asked in a panic.
The phone went silent before Tommie finally got enough breath back to speak. "Not good, dude. Not good."
Short, I know, but setting up the beginning of the end. (Well really the beginning of the climax which leads to the end.)
Stay tuned!
