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𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 times she'd been forcefully ripped from her sleep by Stiles Stilinski's calls. That agonising ring tone he'd set on her phone that consisted of purely his screams.
But, still, even after those horrific noises awoke her, she was polite, spoke with her kind voice and was on her way to aid in whatever way she could.
Stiles and Scott were deep in conversation with the sheriff, Noah Stilinski and Melissa McCall outside Beacon Hill's Memorial. The werewolf recounting the events of the past hour, entailing the kidnapping of two doctors as evidence to back up the pack's slowly accumulating 'Sacrifice Theory', all the while Stiles added bit by bit, hurrying his father along with the information.
"There she is. L, come on!" Stiles shouted over when he noticed the pixie weaving through the congregations of police and hospital staff.
His voice alerted her and her shoulders lifted, eyes sparkling. She lifted her hand to wave and as she did so, her converse hit a rather large rock and she stumbled forwards onto her hands and knees.
"Oh, Lizzie..." Stiles threw his hands up disappointingly, muttering to himself.
"How is that girl not in bits by now?" Noah asked, shaking his head.
"She's indestructible." Scott snorted, watching Lizzie pick herself up from the floor and hurry over to them.
"Sorry, i'm late." Lizzie greeted the quartet, latching onto Stiles' arm as she steadied herself.
"What happened?"
"Two doctors were kidnapped." Scott frowned as he glanced down at the girl and explained
"So, whose car is this?" Noah gestures to the remains of an inexplicable crash that occurred between two vehicles beside him.
"Dr. Hilyard, the on-call doctor. The ER attending is the one that never made it back in." Melissa spoke solemnly, resting her hands on her hips.
Stilinski sighed at the woman, frown lines upon his brow multiplying by the second, "Let me focus on getting your story, all right?"
The man glanced quickly at the teens, "Guys, give us a second."
The trinity quickly obeyed the Sheriff's, shuffling away from the pairing to give them the space to discuss the situation and attempt to figure out what had gone, which was going to be hard seeing as the Sheriff had no idea of the supernatural reasoning behind these reoccurring disappearances.
