Blissful Burn ➳ Stiles Stilinski [5]

Goner

Stiles's P.O.V

"It's definitely suspect one," I told her. More like mumbled because I had a marker in my mouth. "It has to be him."

She shook her head head instantly looking more determined than anything while staring at the injuries on the evidence pictures.

"It's the woman. I'm telling you Stilinski, she's just as capable as the men."

Absolutely ridiculous. Sky believed every woman was capable of bloody murder just because she was.

But when I blamed a woman god forbid I ever suspected them because a woman would never act so insane.

She is insane. She's the absolute nutcase.

I ignored her, leaning over to grab another file.

It's safe to say her room was a huge mess. Huge was an understatement.

I couldn't even see the bed anymore.

We were solving another true crime case because she had a feeling she was going to turn tonight. And Argent was watching over Parrish so I was keeping an eye on Sky.

And nothing passed the time like solving traumatising horrific murders.

I objected. "No way. He definitely is trying to play out a sexual fantasy by dressing them up as–"

There was a loud cough at the door and our heads snapped towards the door where Nathan Jenson poked his head through with an unimpressed look.

"Hey, Nathan..." I coughed and sat up quickly throwing Sky's legs off me.

That resulted in a scream erupting from her tiny lungs because I did it fast enough that she didn't have time to stop herself from falling off the bed.

Whoops.

"Stiles!" She yelled while throwing off the paper that had floated onto her face.

Well, when she's being so dramatic it's hard to take her seriously. But I did get up instantly to help her to her feet.

While Nathan gave her a downward glance. The thing is Sky could literally get away with bloody murder if she wanted to.

Her smile was lethal. And when she smiled brightly up at her father he mentally dismissed the thought of lecturing her.

"Night shift?" She questioned causally.

He just nodded while keeping his main line of sight on me. He hates me. Her father wants to kill me.

"Stilinski." Jenson turned to me. "Nothing about this seems inappropriate to you?"

"Well–" I paused. There's a lot of things that I'd consider inappropriate. "That depends on how you define inappropriate."

"You. Here. In my daughter's room. Alone. How do you define it?" He asked and I heard Sky grunt beside me.

Or...well–yeah I guess that could be considered inappropriate.

But as much as he hated it, he knew I was spending the night here because of Sky. Skys shifting tonight so I get the privilege of keeping it as less violent as possible.

"Skyler making really bad jokes at the wrong times," I answered with a very serious nod.

It caught both of them off-guard and Nathan let out an involuntary laugh before pushing a fist to his mouth. He just nodded to himself like he was impressed.

"Wha..." Sky looked back and forth between us.

I helplessly shrugged while having a shit-eating grin on my face.