Hostage

Hostage noun

A person seized or held as security for the fulfilment of a condition.

Scott tried his best, but the woman, who found Stiles covered in Malia's blood, wouldn't let them leave until the cops got there; so for the first time in his life, the Alpha was going to have to rely on the authorities to help find one of his best friends, of course he'd also have to rely on Argent. "Stiles, your Dad is here," Scott was stood in front of Stiles, he had been wiping the blood of Stiles's hand with his jacket, he moved out the way and Stiles meet eyes with his Dad; he felt like a child again, he charged over jumping into his arms.

"I've got you," Noah muttered into his son's ear, Stiles had his legs swung around his Dad's torso; Stiles then nestled his head into his Dad's shoulder, like a small vulnerable child. "Scott."

"Hunters, it has to be hunters," Scott answered, he placed his hand on Stiles's back and leant forward so he could whisper into the Sheriff's ear, "I've texted Argent, he's on his way to the Sheriff Station."

"Got it," Noah lifted his hands up to try and support Stiles better, but he was slipping, "Can you take him?"

"Sure," Scott was able to pick Stiles up in bridal Stiles and then helped the boy finding his footing, "We're going home." He took his hand and tried to pull gently on him, but Stiles stayed put, "Stiles...you've got an hour before you have to be in bed."

"No," Stiles answered, "I'm gonna find her first," he looked up, "FTD, whatever traits I have don't matter, she does. We have to save Malia, I'm going to help, whether you like it or not."

"Okay, but I better fill you in," Scott guided him friend over to the bench; they sat down, "They are hunters and they are unstoppable, they only hunt werecoyotes, the whole family are made up of werewolves."

"They're going to kill her?" Stiles questioned.

"Not straight away, we still have time," Scott said placing his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Then let's go!" Stiles shouted, he darted up, "You better phone Mum."

"Good idea," Scott said getting up and making sure he felt onto Stiles's hand protectively.

Melissa McCall had never been so angry in her life, to find that everyone was going to let Stiles stay as part of the investigation, "You are going home and that's final," they were all stood in the Sheriff Station, Stiles's skin was bloodless and he looked like he could fall under his own weight, they had been joined by Cora, Derek and Argent.

"Mum..." Stiles mumbled.

"No, all of the people here know and love Malia, they will find her," Melissa took hold of his hand, "You are coming home."

"Okay, can all of your promise me one-hundred percent that you'll find her?" Stiles asked, they all gave him blank looks, "I'm not going," he pulled his hand out of Melissa's, "And that's final."

Melissa went to shout once more, when the panicked voice of Mr. Tate came through the door, "I'll see to him," the Sheriff burst out seeing to Malia's Dad.

"Mum, I'm not going," Stiles sighed, "I haven't lost my mind yet, I'm going to help find her."

They began the investigation, giving Stiles hardly any information, which he worked out almost straight away and started snatching things from everyone; he used highlights – like Malia – and started acting like Sherlock Holmes. He was highlighting something in bright green, when he heard Argent's voice say, "Has Lydia phoned?"

"No and she won't answer," Scott answered back.

"Lydia?" Stiles looked up, noticing he'd heard them speak from quite a far distance, it was probably because of the mess of chemicals charging through him, "Malia's not dead yet."

"Stiles, that's not what-" Argent began.

"That's exactly what you were thinking!" He half shouted, "Sorry...I'm kind of angry, too many people in here."

"When Stiles approaches an event, he must know who is going to be here, but we didn't have time to do that," Scott explained, "It's a fairly new idea as well, Malia found it about two hours ago."

"I'm fine," Stiles told them, "here, I think I found something." He handed he held the sheet up, the almost mute Derek grabbed it, he hadn't spoken a word and everyone could tell, like Stiles, he didn't want to lose, not someone related to him.

"He's on to something," Derek said handing it to Chris.

"This could be where they are holding her," Argent looked up at Stiles, "You're clever, kid."

"It's one of my many talents, along with sarcasm and the way I deal with FTD," Stiles started, "Why would they hold her and not kill her?"

"They-umm, they hold them for a while..." Cora muttered.

"Because they torture them," Stiles tossed his phone in the air and Scott caught it, "Read."

"NYPD are still on the lookout for monstrous murders, who tortured 15-year-old Mikey Smith to death last Sunday," Scott read, "How do you know this is them?"

"Similar circumstances, they held that boy for thirty six hours before he died," Stiles told them, "Can we go?"

"No," Melissa said standing up, "I cross the line here," she looked at Stiles, "They can go, you stay here with me, okay?"

"Okay," Stiles knew Melissa would never let him go, so he looked at everyone as they started to collect things; Argent took stun guns and electric currents, before exiting the room, they last one out was Scott, "Scottie..." Stiles started, his friend looked back, "Find her...bring her home."

"Of course," Scott jogged out, the door closing as he ran.

A few minutes past, "Mum?"

"Yes honey," Melissa said sitting next to Stiles.

"I have FTD," Stiles sighed, his knee bouncing, "And I'm in love with Malia, but nothing can ever happen."

"I don't know what to say sweetheart," she took his hand, "tell her and just stay as close to her as you possibly can, let her be your soul mate and never let go, never ever. As soon as they get her back and they bring her through that door, don't let her go."

"Okay," Stiles replied.

"I'm gonna go and check on Mr. Tate," she rose from the spot; she leant forward placing a kiss on his forehead, before exiting out of office area.

Stiles looked down at his phone; he started to read the article he had shown everyone else, he froze when it came down to a certain sentence, "NYPD identified a place where they were almost certain Smith was being kept, but it ended up being a diversion as Smith was found the next day in a building on the other side of town-" Stiles stopped, standing up and trying to find the rest of the pack he was looking through, "They're going to the wrong place." He muttered, "I know where she is."

He looked out to see that Melissa was still comforting Mr. Tate, so Stiles looked around to see that the window was open; he located a two Electric currents left by Argent and one stun gun, he quickly hid one Electric current and the stun gun in his trouser pocket, before squishing himself through the open window.

Stiles located Derek's car, he took his jacket off wrapping it around his hand and punching the window in, "Sorry Derek," he climbed in and hotwired it around, before steadying himself and driving onto the road, "I'm coming Malia."