Stiles, Scott, and I walk through the doors of the hospital, and we glance around. I notice the directory on the wall, so I walk over to it. "Hey," I say making them look over at me. I point at the word "morgue" written on the directory. "Come on."
"Okay."
"Good luck, I guess," Stiles comments.
We take a look around before sliding through the door. We follow the signs to the morgue, and once we reach it, I push the door open. Scott follows me in, and I shut the door behind us.
"You still haven't told me what the plan is and why you needed to find the morgue," I state.
"When we were at Derek's house, I smelled blood. They have the other half of the body here, so maybe I see if the smells are the same," Scott explains.
"I guess that makes sense," I nod.
He approaches the cold lockers and examines the labels on the front of the lockers. He pulls one of them open and takes a few deep breaths. He reaches in and slides the tray out. He pulls the sheet up and looks at the tag. After a couple of seconds, he quickly pushes the tray back in and shuts the door. "You okay?" I ask.
"It's the same."
My eyes widen.
No.
We leave the morgue, and Scott approaches Stiles, who is sitting in the waiting room. Scott takes the magazine out of Stiles' hand. "Holy God!" Stiles gasps as he looks up at us.
"The scent was the same," Scott states.
"You sure?" Stiles questions as he jumps up from the seat.
"Yes."
Stiles sighs. "So he did bury the other half of the body on his property."
"Which means we have proof he killed the girl," Scott nods.
"I say we use it," Stiles nods before he starts to walk off.
"How?" Scott asks.
"Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn't?"
"There were bite marks on the legs, Stiles. Bite marks," Scott responds.
"Okay. Then, we're gonna need a shovel."
We leave the hospital and approach Stiles' Jeep, but I speak. "What if he didn't kill her?" I suggest. They both look over at me. "I mean, just because he buried the other half of the body on his property doesn't mean he killed her."
"Cassie, are you serious?" Scott scoffs.
"What if he knew her? What if-- I don't know. What if it was a friend of his or another werewolf? Or-- Or something?"
"Why are you so quick to defend him? He threatened to kill me," Scott reminds me.
"I know, but I just-- I don't think he's a killer. I don't think he did this," I shake my head.
"You barely know him, Cassie! How could you possibly know that?!"
"I don't know!" I exclaim. "It's hard to explain. It's like-- like a feeling. Look, I went to his house that night after we first ran into him in the woods."
"What? Why?" Stiles asks.
"I don't know. I guess I felt bad for trespassing or I felt bad about his family, but we talked. He walked to my car, and I never once felt unsafe with him. I never once got a bad feeling from him. He was kind of an asshole, yes, but I didn't feel like I was in danger," I explain. "Plus, since then, he's said things like he won't hurt me and he doesn't want me to get hurt. Why would he say those things if he were a killer?"
"I don't know. Maybe to trick you, so you trust him," Stiles rolls his eyes.
"If he didn't kill her, why'd he bury the other half of her body on his property? Why not go to the police?" Scott sighs.
"Maybe it's more complicated than we realize."
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"You Don't Know Me" || Derek Hale
Fanfiction"Why? You don't even know him." "You don't even know me." "You barely know him, Cassie!" "You barely know me." They went from barely knowing each other to falling in love.
