Stiles blinked to try and clear the liquid forming in his eyes. He didn't want to cry in front of anyone, especially Lydia. "Well- well what are we gonna-" he stopped, his voice cracking under the emotional strain. He turned his head away from her and stared out the side window. Absent-mindedly he was biting the nails on his right hand, panic causing his left to twitch where it sat on the seat. Lydia reached out and took his free hand, spurring a calming shiver to run down his spine. Closing his eyes he sighed, resting his head on the glass window. "Lydia, I can't lose him. Not him too. What am I gonna do without him?" His voice faded till it was barely a whisper.

Lydia was staring at him, squeezing his hand gently. "Stiles. He isn't dead yet." Gently she grabbed his shoulder and turned him to look at her. His eyes were red and glistening, and as she spoke a single tear escaped and ran down his cheek. Lifting a hand to his face she wiped away the tear and held his face reassuringly. "I haven't screamed yet. We still have time. I promise you Stiles. I am going to do everything I can to find him. But I can't do it without you, so don't you dare give up alright?" His brow furrowed before he blinked, wiping his eyes and nodding in agreement. "Good. Now call Scott while I drive us to the Police Station."

"Are you sure you're ok to drive?"

She raised a mischievous eyebrow at him, turning on the engine as she did so. "I think I can handle it, I had a pretty good teacher." And with that she put the Jeep in first and slowly raised her foot off the clutch. At first they lurched forwards, but then they were off, driving reasonably smoothly. She laughed in excitement, "I did it! Stiles we did it! Now call Scott."

Laughing in spite of himself, Stiles nodded, reaching into his back pocket for his phone. Quickly he dialled his best friend's number, and listened as it rang. After two rings, Scott picked up. "Hey buddy, what's up?"

"Scott? Lydia had a sense about my dad. She thinks he's been shot. I need you to get the rest of the pack and meet us at the station alright?"

"Oh god. Yup, okay, Kira's here with me, I'll get Liam and Malia on the way over. See you soon."

"Bye." Stiles hung up before Scott could say anything else, not wanting to have to discuss the matter further. Instead he looked at Lydia and smiled weakly at the sight of her driving so well with the gear stick. "If I didn't know better, I'd say it's starting to look like you knew how to drive shift already."

"Don't be ridiculous Stiles. This is just an emergency; I guess instinct just sort of kicked in."

"Well however it happened you are doing a good job. Take a left up here." He pointed at the road ahead and she followed his instructions, navigating their way back into town. They drove in silence for a few moments, until Stiles began to itch with curiosity. "So I know you couldn't tell where he was, but did you hear what he was saying? Or who he was talking to?"

Lydia sighed, trying to think back to when she heard the voices. "He sounded angry, like he was yelling at someone. And then there was this other voice, it wasn't very clear, but I think it was a man. They had an argument and then there was a loud bang. A girl screamed, the noise echoed so they must have been somewhere big." She spared a glance in his direction, and was relieved to see that he wasn't panicking.

"A girl, a man, and echoes. Interesting. Okay, so that rules out a few places that they might be. If you hear anything else you have to tell me right away, got it?"

"Yes Stiles I get it! Do you really think if I found anything else out that I would keep it to myself?" She pulled into the station and turned off the Jeep.

"No, sorry. I'm just not thinking properly, sorry."

"It's fine, now come on. I can see Scott waiting at the door." She tossed him the keys and climbed out gracefully. Stiles fumbled with the door before leaping out, rushing over to Scott.

"Hey Scott, where's everyone else?"

"Kira and Liam are inside, I couldn't find Malia and she wasn't answering her phone. C'mon let's get inside and you can explain this properly."

Stiles nodded and followed his friend inside. When they reached his dad's office, Kira and Liam were talking to Deputy Parrish, trying to explain what was going on. When he heard the other three enter the room, he called out to them. "Hey can any of you tell me what's actually happening? I'm really confused." He was standing with his arms folded and his brow furrowed, trying his best to get a grip on all the new information being tossed at him. Scott stepped forwards and began to explain:

"Stiles said that Lydia had a feeling about his dad, sorry, about the Sherriff." At that he looked to his best friend, clearly expecting him to elaborate. Stiles shrugged and looked at Lydia:

"Lydia can probably tell you more than I can." She nodded and he smiled appreciatively.

"So it was difficult to make everything out, but the short story is that Sherriff Stilinski is in trouble, he's somewhere that echoes, and there were two other people there, a man and a woman. I wish I knew more, but I can't hear them anymore." She moved over to where Stiles was standing and squeezed his arm comfortingly. He glanced down at her, nodding his head in thanks before looking to Parrish.

"So, what are we gonna do?"

The young Deputy thought for a moment before speaking up, "I'll try contact him on his radio, his cruisers gone so I can put an APB out on that. The faster we find it the faster we find him right? Shouldn't be too hard, they all have trackers built in. Until then, I guess all we can do is wait." He looked around the group for their approval, and they all agreed. With that, he left the room, speaking into his shoulder radio as he did so.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Liam began to speak, "You know, waiting isn't all we can do."

Kira turned to him and looked highly confused, "What do you mean?"

He rolled his eyes before smiling broadly, "I think you guys are forgetting a pretty major advantage that we have." When everyone stared blankly at him, he groaned and explained further. "We have two werewolves in this room, and the whole place reeks of the Sherriff. While they try to find the cruiser we can be out tracking his scent."

Scott blinked and looked at Stiles who seemed just as shocked as he did. Stiles thought about it for a second, "That's... actually a really good idea. Good job Liam." They sat in unproductive silence for a further minute before Lydia growled in frustration and took charge.

"You lot are the worst at organising yourselves. Right, Scott, you stay with Parrish and help him track down the cruiser. Liam and Kira, you two work together. Liam try tracking his scent, Kira, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, and keep an eye out for clues as to where the Sherriff might be. Me and Stiles will go back to his house and try to make sense of all this. Okay?" She looked around, daring anyone to question her. No one did, so she nodded happily. Grabbing Stiles by the hand, she led him out of the Station and towards the Jeep, leaving everyone else to do their own jobs. Stiles was grateful, but something was nagging at his brain, bouncing around till he couldn't contain it anymore:

"Hey Lyds, why didn't you go with Parrish and send Scott to look after me? I mean you and Parrish worked really well together over the summer. You make a good team."

She kept walking, staring straight ahead, and when she spoke it was in a matter of fact tone. "We do. But you and I make a better one." She stopped, turning to face him. "Plus, Parrish is still getting the hang of his powers, so he'll need someone to look out for him if things go South. Who's going to be able to do that better, me or Scott? And anyway, they aren't solving, their tracking. You and I are going back to your detective board to figure this out. Just like we always do. We're the ones who always figure it out, remember?"

He couldn't help letting a small chuckle escape his lips as he smiled at her. She was right of course, she always was. "Thanks Lydia. Seriously, thank you."

She smiled back at him, and for a moment looked as though she wanted to say something more, but then she thought better of it and turned away, opening the driver's door to the Jeep.

"You planning on driving me everywhere now?" He laughed as he teased her.

"If I have to." She climbed in and shut the door, leaving him no choice but to get in the passenger side. "Why, don't you trust me?"

He buckled his seatbelt and held onto the door handle tightly, "I have every confidence in your driving ability." He glanced over at her and was taken aback to see her giggling. "What?"

"I don't have to have werewolf senses to be able to tell that that was a huge lie."

He quickly let go of the handle and tried to look at ease, "Don't know what you're talking about Lydia. Let's go, you wanna take a left when you leave the station and then-"

She cut him off, "Stiles, I know the way to your house."

"You do?"

She looked at him briefly, a small smile on her lips, "Of course I do."

A/N:

Hope you enjoyed chapter two! Let me know what you think, and thanks to everyone who has followed or favourited! Makes my day :D I'll try not to be too long with the next update, I have a plan for where this is gonna go now, so... Yay! See you in the next one, Stay Classy, Icepoppy