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Drive by (Sterek Crossover)

"Hey, I'm here. I checked out the spot you told me about, but there was nothing there. Not even a hint of a scent. They must have moved on since you were last here." I say to my employer over the phone.

"Really? Shit! ... Okay, okay. I'll pay you double, just survey the town for anything. For a week! Check businesses, parks, anything. There has to be something. You can do that for me, Derek, right?" They say frustrated.

I start to casually pace, looking around at the surrounding buildings. "I don't know, I wasn't expecting to be in California for more than a day or two. I don't think..." I freeze looking across the road to a large glass building.

A wave of a familiar scent catches my nose. I squint, blush flooding my features. My feet start to move towards the building, crossing the road.

"Derek, I'll, I'll pay you triple! How's that?" They ask.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Um, I'll... Let me think about it. Call you later." I say distracted hanging up straight away.

As I walk closer a group of people becomes clear and the scent stronger. Amongst them is a laughing man, dressed like a hipster, glasses, a beanie, all of it. His beauty spots and smile are way too familiar.

"Stiles?" I frown. 'Wasn't he meant to be in West LA or New York or Santa Fe or wherever with the FBI? To get away from me!'

§ I hear a soft knocking on my door. Groggy I get up not bothering to grab a shirt. I roll my eyes with a frown, before pulling my door open. My eyes flick down to a slumped-over figure. My face softens.

"Sorry. Can I come in?" Stiles asks softly, fidgeting with his hands.

I sigh and move aside for him. He quickly shuffles in. "Stiles, are you okay? It's... I don't even know, late. Why aren't you at home?" I ask once I close the door.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just, you know... Can't sleep. Like..." He pauses to take a deep breath. "Like at all... For the past few days, that's all." He says sadly moving to the closet thing he could find to sit on, a stool, which he slipped off of. He stumbles a bit to get his footing once more.

"Okay, nope. You're gonna sit on the bed. In the middle of it, so you don't fall off it and hurt yourself." I say grabbing his upper arm and carefully dragging him.

"No, no. I'm fine." He fusses.

I laugh. "You fell off a stool!"

"Okay, and? I'm not as tall as you. My foot slipped as I climbed on." He grumbles, plopping onto the bed with his arms crossed before he flops into his back. He sighs.

I sit next to him. "Do you know why you can't sleep?"

He sighs again. "I guess, it's probably because I'm gonna be an official FBI agent next week. I mean, I'll have so much responsibility for the country and I'll be so busy... And I'll be away from everyone. I know I'm just a human but I felt like I was protecting the town, at least a little bit." He runs his hands down his face.

"You don't want to do it?" I ask confused.

"What?" He sits up on his elbows. "No! Of course I want to work for the FBI. It's like my calling. I just... I'm worried about my dad and Scott... And the rest of the pack. I know you guys can handle it but... I guess a part of me wonders if I ever was useful. If you guys can take care of it without me then you never needed me." He lays back down.

I freeze. "Stiles." I sigh. "Of course they needed you. You were the guy with all the information... And without you, they wouldn't be a pack." I say trying to comfort him.

"Without me, most of them wouldn't be supernatural and therefore, wouldn't need to be a pack." He says sadly.

I stand up and pick him up, moving him so his head is on a pillow. "Huh, hey!" He wiggles in my grasp, blushing.