Leverage

Voicemail

*Sheriff Stilinski's POV*

"Hey. This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message."

I've lost track of how many times I've called Stiles' phone just to hear his voice one more time. He's been gone 8 days. I know the odds of a missing person being alive after 8 days.

The first hour is the most critical to finding them. Every hour after that, their chances of being found alive diminishes more and more. At 72 hours, we're trained to hope for the best, but expect the worst........

It's been 2 times that amount of time......

A tear rolls down my cheek as I hit the call button on Stiles' contact again. His phone lights up beside me on his bed. I let it ring until it goes to voicemail.

"Hey. This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message." End call.

I did miss you, Stiles.

I should have been home with him. If I would have, maybe this would have never happened. I can't help but think that this is my fault. I should have been home!

I remember him asking me earlier that day if I wanted to grab some pizza and watch a movie with him. Some sort of father-son bonding night. I think he said Star Wars was supposed to be on. He's always loved those movies.

The last thing he wanted from me was to spend time with me, and I..........I told him no. That I can't. That I don't have time.

I couldn't make time for my son, and now he's missing.

More tears stream out of my eyes.

*click* ""Hey. This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message." End call.

Every time I hear his voice, more and more grief packs itself onto my heart, clenching it tight with no means of letting go. I failed my only son....my boy.

My baby boy.

I break out in sobs, clutching my hair and pulling on it. I begin to rock myself back in forth, trying to soothe myself.

When I lost Claudia, I didn't know what I was going to do. The only reason I stayed strong was because of Stiles. We went through it together. We've gone through everything together.

But now he's gone. I don't have anyone else to be strong for. I have to go through this all alone.

I don't want to accept that he's dead in a ditch somewhere, but I can't get that image out of my head.

The first few days, I wouldn't stop looking no matter what. I didn't sleep. I didn't eat. I didn't shower. I didn't even go home. The station eventually decided it was in my best interest to sit this case out. I couldn't do that, so they made me take some time off and told me that if they catch me looking into this, I'll get reported.

What is a father to do when his son goes missing and he isn't allowed to go look for him? Go insane?

*click* "Hey. This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message." End call.

That day....the day he went missing. I pulled into the driveway to find his jeep's door wide open. I was annoyed at first, thinking he just left it that way. But then I saw his school bag and his phone and his keys on the ground. That's when I became worried.

I searched our house, calling out to him. Nothing. I called Scott to see if he was there. Nothing.

Then I realized that I had to call the station and report it in. Put an APB out on him. I didn't want to do it, because I felt that would be accepting what I didn't want to. Someone had taken my son.

What scares me most is that no one has asked for a ransom. They just took him. I can't think of a reason why anyone would want to just take a kid.

Well, actually, I can think of a few. They are just more things that I don't want to admit.

It's common that most abducted kids are either killed or sold as a slave into the sex trade. Another round of tears begins to roll down my face. If he is alive, he might be in another country by now. Being sold and used against his will. The average age for a child in sex trafficking is 14 years old. Stiles is 17, but he's always had a baby face. Some people like that. I tremble at the thought.

I don't want to think of my son in that way, but my mind can't help but think the worst at a time like this.

There's no good alternative for him here. I don't want him to have to suffer being used against his will, but it's hard to prefer him just being dead too.

Another sob breaks out as tears continue to stream my stained face.

I don't want to find my son's body.

*click* "Hey. This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message." End Call.

*click* "Hey. This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message." End Call.

*click* "Hey. This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message." End Call.

*click* "Hey. This is Stiles and you missed me. Lea........"

An incoming call interrupts Stiles' voicemail. I look at the caller ID.

Lydia Martin?

I answer it, trying to make my voice sound as if I haven't been crying. "Hello?"

"Mr. Stilinski, this is Lydia Martin. Stiles' friend." She tells me.

"Yes, I know. How are you doing, Lydia? Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine. I'm at the hospital, and I just wanted to tell you...well, we found Stiles. He's alive. He's in the ER."

A/N: Hello everyone! So this chapter just wrenched my heart out of my chest, but now Daddy Stilinski knows Stiles is found! Good things!

So I have some meh type news for everyone. Tomorrow will be my last chapter for a while. I'm just taking a break to get some things settled and you know, do that life thing. BUT, it should only take a few weeks to a month. You can think of it more as, here is the end of Part 1 and when I start back up is a Part 2 type thing. AND, when I do start back up, I will be getting into Stiles' recovery, Scott's revenge against the Alpha pack, what happens to their relationship, how Ethan is handling himself, and so much more!

So thank you to everyone who has been keeping up with my story! You are all awesome and I couldn't have asked for a better group of readers! Thank you Thank you Thank you! I love you so much and if you have any ideas on what you think is going to happen or how I've done so far, please let me know. I love hearing everyone's opinion. :)

Well, signing off on my last author's note. I hope you enjoy Scott's chapter tomorrow and follow me to catch the second part of Leverage. xP