I'm sorry if this chapter seems a little over the place, I needed it to get somewhere for the next chapter, so I do apologize if it isn't as good as you wanted it to be.
When I wake I immediately wish I didn't. Not because I feel physically tired and want an extra hour or two in bed but because I don't have the mentality right now to work another day on these cases. It's been two days since there was another suicide and all we've found out so far is there was cyanide in the other girls' body but no mention of her being an almost, maybe banshee.
My clock flashes 8:30am in bold red letters and I sigh, rolling over to look at Stiles. He looks drained too. His eyelids are a faint red, his eyes have dark circles underneath them and to me it looks like he is in the worlds deepest sleep. Part of me wants to wake him, part of me wants to let him sleep, he does need it after all.
So I lie there watching him, as I do most mornings, breathe in and out as though he's still the boy I came to know in sophomore year of high school and I'm checking that he's still alive. And also, like other mornings I count up his moles until I forget where I started, or if I think there are new ones on his face, and then run my fingers along his neck. When we first started dating and when we figured I'm always awake first, I would always get embarrassed that he'd wake to me staring at him, I was always to late in closing my eyes when his opened. He would always smile bashfully then run a hand over his face in a self-conscious way. Now I don't mind if he saw me staring.
It's almost as if he can sense my stare, or maybe its my finger dragging along the nape of his neck, but his eyes slowly open and he smiles that cute little grin that he has. But his smile fades a little when- I assume -remembers all of the stress that is going on at the moment.
"Stiles, I-" I start quietly but he hushes me.
"Don't ruin the moment," He says softly, quietly as if he'll wake the neighbors if he talks to loudly. I nod and lay my head on his chest as he lies on his back.
"I don't think I can face it today," I tell him after some time, I look up around him and turn so I can see his face. "I just want to be normal for once."
"I know," Stiles says his hands brushes through my curls. "You know you don't have to come in anyway, it isn't even your job."
"But it means I get to be with you," I tell him, I kiss his jaw lightly. "Besides why not be stressed out together, eh?" I joke in which Stiles laughs lightly.
"What about I phone my dad? He might give me the morning off?"
I perk up at this, my eyes locking with his, what I would give to just spend some normal time with my Fiancee in our supernatural, messed-up world.
"You think he'll let you?" I ask hopefully, although I try not to sound too excited.
He chuckles at me and grabs his phone from the side, "I'll make him if it means that smile of yours doesn't go away."
I smile and kiss his chest as I listen to him speak to his dad. He manages to get the morning off but is told he should really be in for the afternoon so they can collect in all the data.
"So what did you want to do today?" Stiles asks as I get dressed after a heavenly hour extra in bed.
"So, bare with me on this," I tell him as I sit on the bed where his is, "So, by chance of course, I was just looking through the newspaper-"
"Wait, why were you reading the newspaper?" Stiles laughs.
"I always read the newspaper, Stiles." I cough, trying to lie, he's right I never read the newspaper, like ever.
"Bullshit! Lydia Martin when do you ever read the newspaper?" Stiles says in mock seriousness, "In your words, and I quote 'Newspapers are full of biased stories from journalists who are desperate to make a living'!" Stiles laughs, he pokes me in my ribs as I try to keep myself together. All the while flattered that he knows that.
"Okay, okay, " I say after we finish laughing, "So I purposely picked up the newspaper and purposely when to the section where it has house listings."
"House listings? As in you want to buy a house?"
"Well I mean, we don't have to or anything. Maybe we can just start looking and get an idea-" I ramble but am cut off by Stiles sitting forward and pressing his lips to mine.
"I think that's a great idea." Stiles says, a small smile on his face.
"You think so?"
"Yes, what've you been thinking." He asks, intrigued. So I bring the newspaper over and show him the ones I thought looked nice. One that stuck out was a four bed-roomed house that is about ten minutes from here. The outside has a drive so big that we could have my car, Stiles' jeep and his cop car. If we wanted to of course. There's a small patch of green on the side that, I was thinking, of planting flowers there to let the neighbors know we're normal functioning people, with normal lives. It looks like a dream and I worked out how we could afford it and everything. Stiles is on board.
We call the estate agent who happens to work for the company 'Andrews' and book a viewing for an hours time. Which I secretly am crazily excited for. We wait and then drive there greeting a woman who was dark black hair that stops at her collar bone. Eyes so green that you could mistake them for literal emeralds and cheekbones high and outlined. She averages at a height of around 5,8 I'd say for the where she stops against Stiles. She's unmistakably beautiful, and she knows it.
"My name is Liz, lovely to meet you," She smiles, and that's when something weird happens. It looks almost as if she has writing on her tooth, like a hieroglyphic or an ancient symbol of some sort in bold gold. I look at Stiles but he seems unfazed.
She reaches her hand out and shakes it with Stiles then me. Again a weird feeling. Like a wash of an omen, or something in my body trying to warn me of her. Or am I just being paranoid because she's insanely hot and Stiles is looking at her up and down. My mouth goes dry when she smiles again and I take a closer look at her tooth.
"Sorry, is everything alright?" She asks as she notice me staring, I shake my head and apologize feeling a little embarrassed.
Stiles glances at me as she turns around and leads us to the door of the house. All I do is grab his hand and squeeze it, hoping he remembers our little warning signal from a few days ago.
It takes us an hour to view the house, talk prices and talk about putting an offer on it. I have to say I am in love with it, if we painted up the walls to more appropriate colors and changed the worn down carpets, it would look a dream.
But that's where the good in the morning ends.
"Lyds, what are you talking about?" Stiles asks, bewildered at what I just asked him. We stand in the Sheriff's office as him and his dad go over possibilities of what could of happened, all of which don't make sense.
"You didn't see it?" I almost whisper, my mouth going dry, Stiles' brow knits together in concern as he holds onto my forearms.
"No, I didn't see writing on her tooth." He says slowly, calmly as if he thinks I'm losing my mind.
"It was there!" I exclaim pointing to the tooth it was situated on my mouth, "It was like a symbol or something."
"What did it look like?" The Sheriff chimes in, I shrug and shake my head not being able to make out what it had looked like.
"I think it's safe to say we need to call in Scott." Stiles sighs and I drop into the chair. Stiles calls Scott who says he's bringing in the whole pack, if this is supernatural then we need everyone here. He arrives in half hour with Kira, Malia and Issac. I remember that we haven't seen them since we got engaged, they don't even know about it. I also notice how swollen Kira's stomach is now, finding it crazy how it grows so fast.
"So what's-" Kira begins to ask I rise from my seat, giving it to Kira. "Is that a ring I see?" She exclaims and everyone turns around, looking between me and Stiles.
I look at Stiles and he smiles sweetly, "So, before we begin we have news..." Stiles says, scratching behind his ear the way he does when he's nervous about something. Everyone in the room has one of those 'We know but tell us anyway' looks on their faces.
"Lydia and I are getting married." Stiles says, almost shyly. He slides an arm around my waist and pulls me in close to him when Issac starts to cheer and Scott cheers 'That's how ya do it!'.
So, for a while we forget why we're all actually here as people congratulate us and as we talk about the wedding that, actually me and Stiles haven't began to plan yet.
After our chat has died out, Scott brings us back to the project in mind.
"So, as we all know there has been two suicides, both involving girls who, 'coincidentally' overdosed on cyanide or maybe gassed themselves on it." Stiles says, handing out information sheets to everyone, almost as if he's a teacher.
"Not to mention, Jess, the first victim told her boyfriend she could feel death, or whatever." I add, from the looks I receive I get the impression that Stiles never filled them on on this.
"She was a banshee?" Kira questioned, bewildered by such a statement. As if thinking that I'm the only banshee that exists.
"Well her ex-boyfriend said-" Stiles begins but a thought pops into my head and I stop him.
"Wait, what if she was, and he was just merely saying that to protect her, to protect himself." I say, turning to Stiles, his forehead creases in thought.
"Am I the only one not following?" Issac sighs, Malia looks at us with eyebrows raised as if she doesn't understand either.
"We went to her ex-boyfriends house for questioning," I begin, everyone nodding their heads, "Who said - and I quote -'She would always say she knows when someone was about to die.' But what if-"
"How do we know she was a banshee but the switch hadn't been flipped yet? It took peter almost killing Lydia to figure out what she could do." Scott asks.
"That's what I thought, but what if he knows about the supernatural? What if he didn't tell us that because A) He would look crazy, B) Didn't want himself to be put in danger for exposing such a thing and C) He was saving her." I inquire, everyone looks at me with their mouths open, soaking up everything I'm saying.
"So, how do we find out if she's telling the truth?" Kira asks, her hand resting on her bump, making me have a brief maternal instinct wash over me.
"Torture him?" Malia asks, hopeful.
"I'm in for that!" Issac chimes in, kissing Malia's cheek. Malia smiles and shrugs.
"We aren't gong to torture him," Scott says, almost as if he were only just teaching them the right morals, "Especially when Stiles here is a cop and can integrate him, no questions asked."
"And what if he doesn't know anything about the supernatural?" Stiles queries.
Everyone is silent, because we all know there's no way of making him forget after telling him such a thing, and we could possibly be dragging him into unnecessary business.
"What if we searched his house?" Issac pipes up, we all look at him.
"I don't have a search warrant." Stiles sighs.
"Let me rephrase," Issac half smirks, "What if we broke into his house?"
The chaos of shouts of protest in the room that follows takes me by surprise so I sit on the desk where Stiles leans shouting sarcastic comments at what Issac has said. It takes a good five minutes for everyone to calm down, everyone now flustered and red faced.
"You do know I can lose my job?" Stiles asks, his eyebrow raised and his eyes squinted in his sarcastic way.
"Who says you have to do it?" Issac shrugs.
"No-one but by looking at Lydia and how quiet she's been I can tell she wants to go." Stiles informs us looking at me, I smirk at him, how he read me so easily.
"Look, we're not stupid. We won't be caught Stiles..." I beg, my voice taking on the one where I'm trying to seduce him.
"Well if Lydia's going then so am I, but if anyone else wants to feel free!" Stiles exclaims. Everyone's silent. "Well it's settled then, me and Lydia are going to break into this poor mans' house."
"Right, anything else?" Scott asks, I sense Stiles is about to tell them all about what I saw on the ladies tooth but I grab his hand, squeezing it once again. He looks at me questionably but I give a slight shake of my head as if to say 'We'll tell them another day, we'll take it one thing at a time'. So Stiles shakes his head and I put on a convincing smile as I worry about what I saw and how Stiles didn't see it.
So, we form a plan that night and when we're going to break in, so we decide to keep it until the end of the week, when we think he won't be as on edge about the whole situation. So by the end of the night me and Stiles go to bed with the hope our criminal offense will go the way we want it to and I cant stop thinking if I'm going mad or if the symbol on Liz's tooth was a warning sign.