Prompt: Teaming up to rescue respective children. I kind of altered it a bit.
"Ma'am. Ma'am, you need to breath ma'am." Lydia stared into Agent McCall's calm face, not really hearing what he was saying. She was gone. Someone had taken her. Someone had taken her daughter.
"Ms Martin." Lydia looked up at the sound of a woman's voice. Her FBI identification read 'Special Agent Allison Argent'.
"Ms Martin, I need you to come into your daughter's room and tell me if anything is missing."
Lydia stood and followed the women into her daughter's room. It seemed cold and empty, almost dead.
"I'm sorry, Ms Martin. If you need anything I'll be just here." The tall and willowy woman stood by the door.
"Please, call me Lydia" Lydia whispered entering the room. She ran her fingers over her daughter's bedside table, books piled high. Her night-light was still on, the calming pink glow throwing ominous shadows on the wall. Lydia circled the room, running her hands over the collection of books and knick knacks her daughter had gathered. She smiled at the small succulent, growing on the windowsill, its hand painted pot spelling out "Ariel" in careful, yet childish writing. Lydia turned towards the door about to announce that everything was there, when she noticed the pile of books on the floor next to the bed.
"Have you seen 'the Little Mermaid'?" Lydia asked frantically, kneeling on the floor and searching the pile.
"Ma'am?" Agent Argent asked looking into the room.
"It's our favourite book. We read it every night." Lydia stood and looked around the room. "She's started sleeping with it." She trailed off, glancing around the room.
Allison grabbed the walkie-talkie clipped onto her belt.
"Special Agent Allison Argent here, I'm with the latest kidnap, it's confirmed, 'The Uncle' has taken Ariel Martin as well"
"This is Mr Stilinski."
Lydia looked at the man standing in front of her. His face was gaunt, with worry, his eyes ringed with dark circle from lack of sleep, and his hand was firm, yet gentle in her own has they shook.
"His son was taken 2 days before yours." Agent Scott told her, indicating that they should sit. "I have to attend a briefing, but I'll be back in 20 minutes to walk you through the process, of getting your children back." He nodded and left the small fluorescent-lit room.
"What's your son's name?" Lydia asked, laying her handbag on the table in front of her and glancing at the man next her. His hair was dark and messy, and he had 2 days growth on his jaw, but he was handsome.
"Jonathan. After my dad." He murmured glancing at her, Lydia smiled weakly.
"That's sweet." She said, moving her eyes back to her hands. "My little girl's name is Ariel." She mumbled not really caring if the man next her heard.
"The Little Mermaid." He responded, turning in his chair to face her. "She could be a Disney princess with hair like yours." He attempted to smile, but his worry contorted it into a grimace.
"We'll get them back." Lydia said, a feeling of pure confidence filling her chest. She looked this handsome, worried man in the eye. "Even if I have to do it myself." Her voice was laced with a confidence that, for the first time in two days, comforted Stiles Stilinski.
Author's Note: I hope this was okay. Thanks for all the favourites and follows, feel free to review and leave prompts, suggests, anything! Thanks. :)