A/N: Chapter three, for your enjoyment! Let me know what you think, and I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. See you in the next one, Stay Classy, Icepoppy

Stiles sat on his bed tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for Scott to call him. He and Lydia had spent the last hour and a half taping everything to his investigation board, and making all the connections they could. At first she had seemed sceptical of his colour coding system, but by the end of the session she was probably more proficient than he was at it. They had reached a dead end, there were no ties left to be marked, and they weren't any closer to figuring out where the Sherriff might be. They had created a list of possible locations, but it was painfully long and really no help until they narrowed it down. This was where Scott came in. He and Parrish had finally managed to locate the signal from the cruiser, and about half an hour ago had set out to try and find it. Of course there was no guarantee that the Sherriff would be with the car, or that the tracker was even still in the car, but it would be some sort of lead. Growling in frustration Stiles flopped back onto his chequered bed spread, rubbing his face wearily.

Hearing his frustration, Lydia spun slowly around in the computer chair, turning away from the desk to look at him. It made her smile that despite his frustration and exhaustion, his leg was still twitching, a reminder of his usual hyperactive self. Tucking her pencil behind her ear she stood up. Carefully she edged her way around the board, trying not to disturb anything, before standing in front of her friend. "Stiles, don't worry. We're going to find him. I'm sure Scott will call any second now."

"Yeah I guess. Something else has been bothering me though."

"What?" Lydia flopped down next to him and they stared at the ceiling together.

"Why wouldn't my dad tell anyone where he was going? Surely he should have told someone at the station."

"That's a good point. The only reason I can think of would be that it was something the people at the station wouldn't understand."

"Something supernatural, yeah." Stiles nodded his head quickly, eyes still set on the ceiling. He sighed before sitting up, and Lydia followed suit. "There's another thing too though. Where the hell is Malia?"

Lydia thought for a moment, raising her eyebrows as she did so, "Maybe... maybe she's out doing something with her dad?"

"Yeah maybe." Stiles wrung his hands and stared at the board again, trying desperately to make a connection. Lydia followed his gaze and stood up, walking towards the board and grabbing his white marker. Silently she wrote one word in the centre of the maze of string, SUPERNATURAL? She put the cap on the marker and turned back to Stiles, a comforting smile on her face. Before she could speak however, his phone began to buzz in his pocket. The shock sent him jumping upwards, fumbling with his hands, battling to get the device out of his jeans. Finally, he had a hold of his phone and lifted it too his ear. "Scott? Scott did you find it?"

To his surprise it was Deputy Parrish that replied, "Hi Stiles, yeah we found it. Scott's just – uh - retrieving it?" There was a loud crash in the background.

"Retrieving it? From where?" Stiles cursed the fact that he couldn't see what was happening.

"Well, we found the tracker on the outskirts of the forest. From there, Scott tracked the scent to where the Hale house used to be."

"What? Why would the car be there? That's just a construction site now."

"Yeah I know that Stiles. Anyway, it looks like the car crashed into one of the cranes, which dropped rubble on the car, which sorta got a bit crumpled."

"CRUMPLED?! What the hell! Is my dad- is he-"

"No, he isn't here Stiles, he made it out, before or after the crash I'm not sure. Liam picked up on his scent heading North, so he and Kira followed that about ten minutes ago."

Stiles had put him on speaker so that Lydia could jot everything down on the board. There was another loud crash on the other end of the line, followed by panting and Scott shouting to Parrish.

"Is that Stiles? I told you not to call him until I got the car out! Let me talk to him!"

The deputy answered, "Is the car out yet?"

"Yes-" another clatter, "sort of."

"Fine. Stiles Scott's gonna speak to you now." There were muffled noises as the phone was passed between the two, and then Scott's voice shot through the speakers:

"Stiles? Dude I told Parrish not to call you till we knew more. How you holding up?"

Irritated, Stiles swore silently, trying his best not to throw the phone across the room. "I'm fine Scott. Well, what news do you have? Find anything in the car?"

"A few things yeah. Your dad's radio is here, it got pretty smashed up in the crash though. The whole place reeks of stress, confusion, and a little bit of anger too. But listen, there's something really weird. There's another scent here and I don't know why it would be."

"Why? What is it?"

"Stiles, Malia was here too. Same time as the Sherriff."

Stiles dropped the phone and stared blankly into space. His whole world was spinning. Not just his dad but Malia too? It wasn't fair. Two of the most important people in his life and they were both missing? His vision was going hazy, in the background he could hear Scott calling out his name. He barely registered it though, he was struggling to breath, everything was spinning and he couldn't breathe. He staggered backwards, hitting the door before sliding down it till he was sitting gasping on the floor. Looking desperately around he saw Lydia rushing over to him. She called out to the phone, "Scott, we're gonna have to call you back." She hung up the phone and sped towards Stiles, panic etched onto her features.

"Stiles it's okay. You just need to breathe for me Stiles, can you do that?"

He tried to answer but all he could do was gasp desperately.

"Stiles shhh, shh it's alright. Think of happy things, focus on my voice."

He closed his eyes and tried to hear only the soft tones as she spoke. For a moment he thought it had worked, but then a whole new wave of panic overwhelmed him and he gasped for air, waving his arms about for something to hold on to.

Acting quickly, Lydia grabbed his arms and held him securely, providing him with an anchor to hold on to. Gently she guided his arms down to his sides and looked him in the eyes. He was still panicking, and she was running out of ideas. A distant memory surfaced in her mind, they were in the locker room, in almost the exact same position, and she was about to kiss him. Realising what she had to do, she held his face, ready to pull him in for a kiss. However, before she could move, he acted, lurching forwards and connecting their lips. The surprise only lasted for a moment until she melted into the kiss. It was short and gentle, and when he pulled away he had his eyes closed, his breathing back to normal. He opened his eyes, clearing his throat awkwardly, "Sorry, I just, remembered that last time it worked, sorry."

She laughed in relief, "It's okay, that was really smart. Looks like my brains are finally rubbing off on you, huh?"

He joined in her laughter, "You rubbing off on me? Please I'm way smarter than you."

"Keep dreaming Stilinski." She shoved him playfully before standing, offering a helping hand to get up. "Now, let's figure this out, shall we?"

He grabbed her hand and heaved himself upright, adopting a more serious tone as they turned back to the board, "Yes, let's."