Partners in Crime

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Scott looked warily at his friend who was finally back at school after his bout with a bad case of strep. There were still faint circles under Stiles' eyes but the kid kept telling everyone he was fine.

Stiles groaned. "Scott I told you, dad, and your mom; I'm fine! It was strep, not some crazy demon possession. Get over it already." Stiles jumped back and forth on his feet; acting like his best friend hadn't seen him at his worse this past weekend. "So, last night I had this great idea. You know how Jackson is always being a jerk to us in the locker room? Well, I was thinking we could get him back. I mean, it's about time someone put that kid in his place." He rubbed his hands together.

Scott shook his head laughing, trying to forget the sight of his friend lying helplessly on the floor calling out for his dead mom. "Did you take your Adderall this morning?" Stiles looked like he was going to explode from Scott's question. So Scott raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, so what's this great idea?"

An evil smile spread across Stiles' face. "So, you know the old bucket over the door prank?" His smile grew even more when Scott nodded, confused. "I've improved it. Okay, listen to this…"

An hour later the two sat in the principal's office with blue paint and sparkles on their hands, heads, and splattered on their clothes…and on the P.E. teacher who was currently in the office talking (more like yelling) to their parents. "This was your great idea?" Scott tried not to be mad. "We were supposed to be popular, not the kids who are always in trouble."

Stiles could only shrug. "Sorry, I'll make sure there's a better Plan B next time."

Pranking at the school hadn't worked, it only ended in detention and grounding but that didn't stop Stiles' mischievous ADHD mind. No, Stiles was tired of being bored and listening to Scott talk about how nothing ever happened in this town. And he was tired of everyone looking at him as the kid who lost his mom. He wanted to make them forget that. Stiles was going to do something, something better than getting the two boys on the lacrosse team.

"Hey, Scott, I've got an idea…" Stiles said as he crawled through his friend's window, really he was surprised he had accomplished such a feat.

Scott jumped in surprise. "What the hell?" Scott ran to his door to close it. "How did you climb up my window? And what are you doing here? We are both grounded thanks to your last stupid idea. I'm not about to go along with another one."

Stiles just smiled, knowing his friend better than he knew himself. "Of course you are, that's what best friends do." Stiles shrugged and sat down on Scott's bed. "So, my dad fell asleep while going over some case files last night and I happened to get a good look at them. There have been a few houses right outside of town that have been vandalized. I think we should go check it out. Maybe it's some kind of…"

"No." Scott shook his head. "Pulling a prank is one thing but getting involved in police stuff, Stiles that's crazy!" He tried to keep his voice down so his mom wouldn't come in a yelled at them.

The honey-eyed boy shook his head. "Listen my dad has this rule about patterns. This is the third house that has been broken into and torn apart, that's a pattern. But here's the thing, it takes days or even weeks for it to be reported because the houses are all abandoned or for sale or something. It's like whoever is doing this is a professional squatter or something. I think that maybe if we go to the last house we could find some clue and then we could maybe…"

"What? Solve the case before the police? Who are you? Nancy Drew?" Scott laughed at himself.

Stiles just stared as his friend with a deadpan expression. "I thought we agreed I was the witty one and you were the cute one with the puppy eyes?" He shook his head. "Just come on, this could be fun. You're always complaining about how boring we are. You're the kid whose dad left and I'm the kid whose mom died. After this, we could be the kids who solved a crime. Doesn't that sound better?"

It finally clicked; Scott understood why Stiles was acting this way. "Alright, fine, I'll come with you but if we get into trouble I'm selling you out." Scott grabbed his jacket and followed his friend out the bedroom window.

It was a long bike ride out to the house that had been the last crime scene. It was dark out by the time they reached the house and Stiles was buzzing with excitement while Scott couldn't stop looking over his shoulder. "Stiles, maybe we should just leave. What if the people come back and…"

"Come back? Why would they come back to a crime scene? They obviously aren't stupid. They are picking the perfect houses and staying there the perfect amount of time to keep from being caught. Just calm down Scott, I know what I'm doing. I'm the one with the plan, remember?" Stiles took out his pocket knife and cut the crime scene tape over the door before picking the lock and walking in.

"What that's what scares me." Scott mumbles before following his friend into the house.

The house was surprisingly nice. It didn't seem abandoned but according to the files Stiles had read no one had lived there in five years. "This is pretty nice. Maybe we could make this our headquarters if everything works out for our detective skills." He gave his friend a smirk before looking around at the marks on the walls. "I'll go look around upstairs and you look around here." Stiles didn't wait for a response from his friend before bounding up the stairs to look for clues.

Scott threw his arms in the air. "Awesome. What the heck am I looking for?" He walked around the house, glancing at the beer bottles and all around mess. The house was too nice for these messy people.

There was a stumbling and flailing down the stairs as Stiles yelled. "Hey, hey, hey! Scott I found something!" Stiles managed to get down the stairs without completely hurting himself. "Look!" He held up a simple diamonded necklace. Scott just stared right back at him. "Come on Scott! Can't you tell this doesn't belong here?! I mean yeah, the place is nice but not this nice! And all of the really nice jewelry would have been taken with the last owners. You don't forget something like this, especially not a middle class family. It makes sense now, doesn't it?!"

Scott just stared blankly at his friend. "Stiles I'm the cute one with the puppy eyes, no the witty one, remember?" He laughed a little.

There was only an eye roll from his friend before he went on. "The jewelry store robberies in the towns next to us. There have been three of them, all in different places. No one knows who they are. They come in and out with perfect timing. They just disappear like that. My dad has been waiting for them to go for a store in Beacon Hills, but I guess we know why they haven't." He smiled looking up from the necklace only to see Scott was still giving him a clueless glaze of a stare. "The jewelry thieves are staying in these houses and leaving some of the jewelry for safe keeping. They'll probably come back once they've finish with this area, grab their stuff, and leave before anyone knows what's going on."

"So they are coming back." Scott raised an eyebrow.

Stiles took a minute to think. "There is only one other jewelry store close enough I can think of that…" His sentence was cut off by red and blue lights coming through the windows. "Crap, we have to get out of here!" He shoved the necklace into his pocket and took off towards the back door, Scott running after him. "Come on! We can hide out in the woods until…" Again he was cut off, this time by a large body as he ran right into it trying to run off the back porch. The two boys knocked heads as they fell to the ground. Stiles held his head as he looked up. "Hey Dad…"

"This is completely Stiles' fault." Scott rubbed his head from his jumbled spot on the ground.

Stiles pushed his friends leg off of him. "Thanks buddy."

Scott just smiled. "I told you if we got caught I was going to blame it all on you. I'm not going down for this. I'm already grounded."

A small laugh came from Stiles as the boys were hauled up by the backs of their shirts by sheriff whose face was turning redder by the second. "Yeah and what can your mom really take away from you? We're social rejects remember?"

"Will you two just shut up?" The sheriff's voice was stern and even. "I'm going to put the two of you in the back on my squad car and you're going to explain to me what the hell you're doing at a crime scene in the time it takes for us to get to the station. And then I'm calling Melissa and the two us will decide what to do with you two delinquents." He started shoving the boys towards his car. "I don't know what's gotten into you boys but this is not okay."

Stiles squirmed in the back of the squad car as he tried to explain himself but he knew his dad wasn't going to be happy with them no matter the explanation. However, after he was done and they pulled into the parking lot, the sheriff had seemed to have calmed down dramatically. "Alright, fine, you thought you could be Nancy Drew." Scott sent a smile to his friend, see even the sheriff thinks it's a funny joke and Stiles had to prevent himself from rolling his eyes as the sheriff turned around to face the boys. "But why? You told me what you did but you didn't tell me why."

The two looked at each other. Stiles couldn't tell his dad the truth, it would break his heart. Scott knew this, just by the look in Stiles' eyes. So, Scott took the lead. "Because we're almost teenagers and girls have a thing for the tough guys?" He gave the older man his puppy eyes and a side smile showing off his uneven jaw.

The sheriff shook his head. "Alright, come on you two partners in crime. We have to go call Melissa and figure out exactly how to punish the two of you properly."

Stiles sent his friend a silence "thank you" with his eyes and Scott just nodded as they followed the sheriff into the building. Even as they sat there taking in how they were going to be punished Stiles couldn't help but think of his Plan B, he really couldn't help it, I mean the necklace was still sitting heavy in his pocket…

So, I thought I'd just say that I really am trying to stick to as close to the show as possible, just adding some background which means that I'm not sure if I will continue this after I get to the boys' sophomore year and Scott is bitten. Unless you guys say different. In that case I might just add some stuff like scene I felt were left out of episodes but I don't want to stray from the actual plot for this story. And as always, if you have any story ideas for the boys (even if its from further in their past, I can do a flash back) let me know.

Thanks and have a nice day :)