It had been a week since the mailman was murdered. There was a complete standstill happening at the police station and everyone was confused about the killing. And Stiles was going out of his mind. Basically, no one was getting anywhere.
Pacing in his room, Stiles turned around several times before throwing his hands up. "This just doesn't make any sense!" He groaned, tossing the pen he stuck behind his ear at his desk, missing drastically, and having it fly out the open window. He stared at it for a moment in shock, before sighing. It had been like this since he got home from school two hours ago.
He stayed still for another couple of minutes, unsure as what to do. His father was currently on patrol, and won't be home till late. Scott and Kira were together, and Lydia, Isaac, and Malia were studying together. He didn't want to know what Derek was doing, Isaac was nowhere to be found, and Liam was with his friend Mason.
Which left Danny.
Suddenly, an idea came to him and Stiles started to grin. Quickly grabbing the keys to his jeep along with his phone, he started jogging down the stairs, trying to multitask by sending a text to Danny.
To: D-Dog
Meet me dumpster near PD. Hide ur car well. Also, bring a flash dr. We're gonna need it.
Grinning even wider, Stiles closed the front door behind him.
"I hate you, Stiles…" Danny mumbled under his breath as he was handed a key. Stiles clapped him on the back.
"No you don't. Otherwise you wouldn't be doing this." He grinned as Danny turned the key into the door handle, successfully unlocking it with a small click. "And we're in. I'll keep lookout." Stiles motioned for Danny to hurry inside. "The password is: not-the-mama. All lowercase, no punctuation at all." Hurriedly, they moved to the other side of the desk.
"Does your dad know you know his passwords?"
"Of course. He knows most of mine." Stiles said, crouching down near the door in order to be able to peek out.
The room fell silent to only the sounds of keyboard tapping.
"So…" Stiles nervously tapped on his knee, scanning outside the doors for any signs of people coming in. "You and Derek…" He trailed off, unsure as to where he was going with that. A snort came from next to him.
"What about it?"
"Nothing!" Stiles turned his head, speaking loudly, getting a glare from Danny. "Nothing at all." Lowering his voice, he stared at Danny for a second. A moment passed, and he just had to ask. "Are you guys...dating or what-not?" Another small laugh happened.
"He's not really my type."
"But the flirting…" Stiles started to protest.
"Listen," Danny dropped his hands from the keyboard, "do you want me to get a copy of this security footage or would you rather keep asking me questions that could slow us down and get us caught?" Stiles opened his mouth to respond, but Danny shook his head and turned back towards the laptop. Shutting his mouth, Stiles sighed before drumming his fingers again.
A few minutes later, Danny made a quiet joyful shout, grabbing the flashdrive and quickly logging off. "Okay, let's go."
"We can't." Hissing out, Stiles narrowed his eyebrows at the woman standing right outside the door. He didn't recognize her as one of the new officers, but she definitely wasn't one of the ones that have been around for so long. But she was close enough that if they tried to escape out the side exit door, she would notice and call the cops, literally.
"What?" Danny hissed back. "Stiles, I can't get caught for this! You know that!"
"And we're not going to get caught Danny. I've told you that." Stiles jerked his head to stare at Danny. "I promise that we're not going to be found out. I have all the schedules memorized, and the only person who should be here is Mrs. Phillips, and she plays pac-man half the time."
"Then why are we still here?"
"There was a woman-" Maneuvering his body, Stiles saw that the woman had disappeared. Gone. "Not anymore. Let's go."
Meanwhile…
A black Camaro screeched down the street, the tires squeaking on the asphalt. It came to a sudden stop when it pulled in front of a small building.
The building itself appeared to be made of concrete. Two windows decorated the outside of it and a simple glass door with an engraving that read off the office hours or the weekdays as well as the engraving "Beacon Hills Animal Clinic". A sign above the door said something along the lines of a veterinary clinic, and a small carpet was right in front with the word "Welcome" scrawled into it.
Getting out of the car, Derek closed the driver's door with one hand, taking his sunglasses off with the other. On the passenger side, Isaac was getting out. The two looked at each other before nodding, and continuing to the door, Isaac falling behind Derek.
A bell rang, signalling their entrance, as they opened the door. Shortly after, a man with no hair, and the beginning of a goatee and mustache walked out. He was wearing a long white labcoat with a dark blue t-shirt underneath. "Hi Derek."
"Deaton." Derek nodded at the man.
"You're here about the murder last week, aren't you?"
"Do you have any idea about it Deaton?" Derek softened his voice. "Have you ever heard of such a thing happening?"
"No." There was a slight hesitancy in the vet's voice, causing a low growl to come from Isaac.
"You hesitated. What do you know?" Isaac demanded, putting his foot forward to move towards Deaton, only to be stopped by Derek's arm.
"Nothing." Deaton narrowed his eyes. "However, I have my contacts that I can always ask." The vet turned his back on them, and picked up a scalpel from the nearby operating table, as well as some sort of cleaning material. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to get going soon. I have a surgery scheduled for tomorrow morning, and I prefer to get sleep."
He began to argue that it was only half past four in the afternoon, but one look at Deaton's impassive face told Derek that he wasn't getting any more information tonight. Growling to himself, he nodded. "Let's go, Isaac. We have to get to the loft in time anyway."
Once again, the pack was all gathered in the loft, having decided to meet every other night until something came up.
"We got the security tape from across the street." Danny declared right away, as soon as everyone was gathered. "It doesn't show much. There's a small flicker of reflector light from a passing car an hour before the guy was murdered, but that's it. I also took the liberties of getting the store footage, where he was an hour or two before he died, but I didn't see anything too strange. An employee helped him carry a TV out. Nothing too strange." He shrugged his shoulders.
"What about the car?" Malia spoke up.
"It was his. I ran the license plate too."
"Darn." Malia said, pretzeling her arms and tucking them inward. Suddenly it got quiet, and eyes faced the door.
"Jackson?" Lydia paused in her words, and stared shockingly behind Stiles with wide eyes. Stiles himself paused before turning around and grinning wildly.
"Jackie!" He cheerfully said, to which Jackson scowled but didn't say anything.
"I thought you weren't coming back for another month?" Lydia's voice was still filled with confusement.
"My plane ride got moved up a couple weeks." Jackson replied, slightly blushing.
"You mean you had it moved up to be next to Lydia sooner." Stiles quipped in.
"Shut up Stilinski!" Jackson hotly said, while Stiles stuck his tongue out at him.
"Boys! You see each other for the first time in months, and this is how you act?" They both turned towards Lydia.
"Pretty much." Stiles admitted, shrugging his shoulders before motioning Jackson to come over and sit with them. Jackson did so, sitting next to Lydia, and putting an arm around her shoulders and leaning into her. He wrinkled his nose at the sight. "Dude, she's all yours. You know that, right? I haven't liked her in a few years."
"Anyways…" Lydia elongated the word. "So do we know anything?"
"Not really." Derek threw a word in. "Deaton wasn't that helpful, but he said he'd ask his contacts."
"What's going on?" Jackson stared at everyone.
"Lydia'll have to fill you in later." Stiles stood up, fumbling to get his phone out of his back pocket. "Another murder just happened."
"How'd you know?" Liam questioned him, getting a shrug for a reaction.
"I hooked my phone up to the police scanner."
Finally, another murder. Stiles cringed at the sound of that. It wasn't that he was happy another innocent died, but at least this way a clue could be found or something that would lead them to the perpetrator.
The woman was well known as Ms. Simmons, the town florist, the woman who had a major crush on the married dentist.
A neighbor had heard her scream, and went to investigate, only to find her in her bedroom, half naked, and a look of terror etched onto her face. They called the police immediately, in hopes of getting an ambulance, and started CPR, but she was already gone.
Now, two hours after the area had been cleared, Stiles was at the scene with Lydia, Scott and Derek in tow.
The house and surrounding area was quiet, blocked off from bright yellow police tape. Blatantly ignoring the tape, Stiles ducked under it and made his way towards the house.
"I'll get the top floor. Derek, you get the basement, and you two can search the rest." He gave out orders, before opening the door with a gloved hand and quickly running up the stairs.
It was quiet, even with three people in the building below him. A creepy chill came over him as he made his way to the murder scene. Upon entering the room, he stopped in his tracks.
In front of him, kneeling down on the floor, and touching the blood-stained carpet.
"Freeze!" He put his hands up. By far, not his best idea, but this way the others could hear him and come help. Slowly, the person stood up and Stiles's breath caught in his throat as he began to turn around. "Tori!" He hissed out, anger suddenly overtaking him.
Her eyes glowed more intensely, and a bone-chilling crack happened. With wide eyes, Stiles watched on as scales started to replace her skin as the human appearance molted off of her. The smell of rotten flesh hit his nose and he reared back in disgust.
"I'm going to enjoy killing you S-S-Stiles-s-s-s." She lunged forward, only to quickly retreat at the flash of a bright light. Behind him, Stiles heard the three skid into the room next to him. Hissing, Tori covered her eyes and moved backed up further. ¨Later-s-s-s-s then Stiles-s." She snapped out, lashing her tail out at them and causing them to cover their eyes.
When the pack opened their eyes again, she was gone.
No scent trail. Just gone. Disappeared.
Okay. By far, not my best writing.
This was pretty much a filler chapter, and I will rewrite some parts of this, because I know I jumped around a lot.
I really just wanted to help move the story forward, and I was having terrible writers block with writing Deaton's part.
However, while I have this chapter done, as well as Chapter 8...I still have to write Chapter 7.
Thank you for reading!
Sorry for the jumping around.