The Younger Stilinski (Season 2)

Raving

Stiles and I pick up some dinner for us and Dad and head to the station, where he's staying late, working on cases. We all sit down at a table and I start distributing food. Dad takes a bite of his burger and grimaces.

"Oh, what the hell is this?"

"Veggie burger." Stiles answers as he helps me take out the rest of the food.

"Boys, I asked for a hamburger."

"Well, veggie is healthier."

I hold up a salad container. "We're being healthy."

Dad sighs and opens up his small container expecting fries but gets carrots and celery instead. "Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?"

Stiles looks at him. "We're trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please? And tell us what you found."

"No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with two teenagers."

I look behind him. "Is that it on the board behind you?" Stiles and I start to look at it.

"Don't look at that."

"Alright."

"Avert your eyes."

"Okay."

"Hey!"

"Just--it's just--I see arrows pointing at pictures." Stiles states.

"Okay, okay, stop. Fine. I found something. Mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common."

"All three?"

"Yeah. You know what I always say. One's an incident. Two's a coincidence."

"Three's a pattern." We both finish.

"The mechanic, the husband, the wife--all the same age. All 24."

"Wait a minute, but what about Mr. Lahey? I mean, Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near 24." Stiles implies.

"Which made me think that either A, Lahey's murder wasn't connected, or B, the ages were a coincidence until I found this," He hands Stiles a folder, "which would be C. Did you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Cameron?"

"Died in combat?"

"But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he'd be."

I look up at Dad. "24."

*****

After we finish eating, we walk over to the board.

"Now what if same age means same Class--I mean, did you think of that?" Stiles asks Dad.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I would've. I mean, l--look, I just got Lahey's file two hours ago."

We both look at him. "Two hours?" We practically shout.

"Dad, people could be dying." I state.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. Thank you."

"Same class..." We all three look at each other with the same idea. We start covering Dad's desk with yearbooks and documents.

Stiles grabs a blue folder. "Okay, this is it. Class of 2006."

I look over his shoulder. "They all went to Beacon Hills."

Dad looks inside another folder. "Including Isaac's brother."

"Alright, but so what if they all knew each other, you know? I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out."