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Two

Rose happened to be picking out a clean shirt to wear, standing there in just a pair of jeans and a bra when Scott barged into her room. "JESUS SCOTT!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "EVER THOUGHT OF KNOCKING?"

Scott stood there blinking at her for what seemed like a life time staring at the cat necklace she wore around her neck before he turned around. "Um-sorry…I thought I heard something. Wanted to know if you heard it?"

Rose paused. She picked out a shirt with a wolf howling at the moon and shoved it on just as she heard a creaking all throughout the house. "Yeah, I definitely hear that." She rushed passed her brother, taking note that he was holding a baseball bat. "You play?" I asked him.

Scott shook his head and Rose followed him to the front door. Hesitantly, Scott opened the front door and looked around the porch, there was nothing there, just the same trees and bushes and occasional flower that had always been there. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Nobody's-" Scott didn't even get the second word out of his mouth before someone fell upside down off the roof above the porch.

The three of them screamed their lungs out and the twins let it sink in who was hanging off their porch roof.

"Stiles!" Scott gasped. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Stiles Stilinski bypassed Rose, not even realising who was standing there with Scott. "You weren't answering your phone!" he accused. Stiles paused when he noticed the bat in Scott's hand. "Why do you have a bat?"

Scott rolled his eyes. "I thought you were a predator."

Stiles pretended to look insulted as he almost fell to his feet. "A pre-I-what-look, I know it's late but you gotta hear this!"

Rose rolled her eyes in classic McCall fashion. "Hear what Stiles? We have school tomorrow."

Suddenly Stiles seemed to realise that Rose was standing there with her arms folded, telling him that she was less than impressed with his childishness. "Jesus…Rose is that you?"

"No," Rose snorted. "I'm a clone. A holographic representation of the real Rose. No wait…I'm an alien duplicate."

He laughed. "Hey Rose…nice to see you back," Stiles blurted out. "You guys totally need to hear this!" he grinned, changing the subject. "I saw my dad leave, like, twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police."

"For what?" Rose and Scott asked in unison.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods!" Stiles grinned.

As morbid as it was, Rose seemed to perk up at the words body in the woods.

"A dead body?" Scott questioned, as clueless as ever.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "No, a body of water. Yes! Dumb ass, a dead body."

Rose chuckled. "Were they murdered or did they die of a heart attack? Oh, I should be a detective. I'm good at this!"

"Ha, ha," Stile replied in a stale tone. "Nobody knows what happened, they know it's a girl and in her late twenties."

Scott rubbed his temple. "Hold on! If they found the body, then what are they looking for?"

He grinned. "That's the best part. They only found half."

Rose's grin matched Stiles. "Come on, little bro, we are so going!" she grinned, ducking inside for her and Scott's jacket's.

"Little?" Scott pouted. "We're the same age."

Rose clicked her tongue. "I'm older than you by six minutes. Shotgun the front seat!" she shouted, racing to Stiles' Jeep.

Stiles glanced at Scott. "So your sisters back?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah."

"How's she going after she got attacked?" he asked.

All he did was shrug. "Doesn't talk about it."

The sound of a blaring horn alerted the two boys to Rose's impatience at waiting for them. She stuck her head out the window. "Put your tampons in and let's go!" she shouted.

Stiles actually chuckled when they got in the car. "Welcome back, Rose."

The Jeep stopped at a sign that said Beacon Hills State Forest-Do Not Enter.

Rose immediately jumped out of the Jeep and took in a long, deep breath. There was definitely a dead human out here. She could smell it-one of the best things about the Incident was the advance senses.

"We're seriously doing this?" Scott groaned.

Stiles nodded. His reaction was that of a hyperactive teen-which he was in all his ADHD glory. "You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town."

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow!" Scott shot back.

Rose snorted. "He's going to be on the team this year, and not as a bench warmer," she smirked supportively and sarcastically.

Scott shot her an 'I'll get you later' glare. "I'm making first line!"

Stiles patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

"I'm going to be the pope!" Rose declared making Stiles laugh harder.

Scott ignored the both of them, mumbling something about unsupportive friends and family. "Just out of curiosity…which half of the body are we looking for?"

Stile stopped. "Huh! I didn't even think about that."

Scott rolled his eyes. Classic Stiles, master of never thinking things through.

"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott added.

Stiles and Rose stared at each other. "Also something I didn't think about."

Scott grimaced. "It comforting to know you've panned this out with your usual attention to detail-Rose, you're just as bad as Stiles."

Rose pointed at herself. "Me?" she asked all innocently. Her attitude suddenly changed as the sound of barking dogs hit her ears. She hated dogs, especially now. "Dogs and people!" she pointed out, running off.

Scott groaned. "Rose! Wait!"

Stiles shot off after Rose before Scott could. Sometimes he hated the fact that he was born with asthma and his twin wasn't. Rose paused behind a tree with a grin and Stiles over took her, she thought about tripping him but the sudden attacking dog did that for him. She swore and picked up a fallen branch. "Stiles!" Rose shouted, coming to his defence.

"Hold it right there!"

Rose squinted at the flash light, the artificial light reflected off the many bracelets she was wearing.

"Hang on, hang on!" came a familiar groan. "This little delinquent belongs to me. That one's on thin ice." Sheriff Stilinski dragged Stiles to his feet.

"Dad?" he grinned, "how are you doing?"

Sheriff Stilinski stared the two of them down. "So, do you listen to all of my phone calls?"

Stiles shook his head. "No. Not the boring ones."

Stiles' father studied both Stiles and Rose. "If you're here Rose, where's your other partner in crime?"

Rose chuckled. "Scott? Wants to get a good night sleep, Stiles and I thought we'd sneak out, catch up…tea and scones…texting…you know…kissing…that sort of thing."

Stiles shot Rose a 'what the hell' look.

The sheriff rubbed his temple. Ignoring the comment Rose said about kissing. "I'm going to walk you two back to your car Stiles. And when I get home you and I are going to have a conversation about something called privacy." He put his hands on Stiles and Rose's shoulder and steered them away from Scott who was hiding behind a tree. "And Rose, you've just got back. You're chances are wearing thin."

Rose frowned and sighed. "Yes, Sheriff Stilinski," she apologised, pretending to be upset. She was more interested in the body instead of getting in trouble. Not only did the whole area stink of dead human but it also stunk of something else…something she couldn't pin the scent on. Rose was certainly determined that she was going to find out.