Vindex *Stiles Stilinski* Book 2

Dinner discoveries

After getting Matt loaded to the hospital Allison drops me off at my house where I go in and shower. Stepping out I wrap a towel and my body and walk out into my room.

Looking up I notice a figure in the shadows of my room. "Derek what the hell!" I shriek hiding behind the bathroom door.

"Sorry I just wanted to talk to you." He rushes turning around and facing the corner.

"Well you know there are these things called cell phones. They work wonderfully when you want to talk to someone, or hell if wanna let them know your coming over!" I snap making my way to my drawers and getting dressed.

"I didn't think to call." He admits.

"Obviously." I sass. "You can turn now." I say as I finish dressing. "What did you want?" I ask crossing my arms.

"Scott's joining me." He informs.

"Excuse me what?" Scott wouldn't do that would he?

"Only to help capture Jackson, after that he's out again." Derek gets me that piece of the puzzle to make it all make sense.

"Ok so why are you telling me this and not Scott?" I ask confused as to why he's here.

"Because I want you to join me to. Devin we're family we need to try and keep the pack together." He said stepping out of the shadow finally.

"Derek, you had a chance to redeem yourself, but you messed it up by biting 4 innocent kids, one by the way is attempting to kill his way through this town. I'll join you to catch Jackson yes but I'm with Scott." I stand firm with my belief to stick with the good side.

"I understand." Derek says quietly.

"Good, well I guess I'll talk to you soon?"

"Yea of course." Derek starts heading toward the door as I make my way to my bed. "Night little wolf." I smile at my childhood nickname.

"Night pup." I grin using his. A smile appears on Derek's face as he turns leaving.
*****
"Oh, what the hell is this?" The sheriff asked looking at at the burger Stiles and I brought. Steve and Sheriff Stilinski are both working the night shifts so we dropped food of for Steve since he was in surgery and now we are eating at the station.

"Veggie burger." Stiles answers his dad's question.

"Stiles, I asked for a hamburger." He groans looking at it.

"Well every time we eat at my house Steve complains about how we don't eat healthy, so we're eating healthy." I smile, I mean the sheriff should be healthy he's gotta run around and protect the normal people.

"Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?" The sheriff pouts, yes pouts.

"We're trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please? And tell us what you found." Stiles asked looking at the papers on the desk.

"No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with a teenager." Sheriff Stilinski snaps trying to cover what he has.

"Is that it only the board behind you?" I ask jumping up and looking.

"Don't look at that." He says trying to get up quickly. I realize as I'm moving to the board that Stiles is right behind me.

"Ay." Stiles try's moving around.

"Avert your eyes." He instructs trying to block the board.

"Just... It's just... I see arrows pointing at pictures." Stiles again try's reaching out to the board.

"Okay, okay, stop. Fine." Stiles and I high five at our success. "I found something. Mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common." He starts spilling.

"All three?" I ask leaning forward on the desk.

"Yeah. You know what I always say. One's an incident. Two's coincidence." The sheriff pauses wait for Stiles to finish it.

"Three's a pattern." Stiles mutters.

"The mechanic, the husband, the wife... All the same age. All 24." He shows us the paper with the victims bios.

"Wait, what about Mr. Lahey? I mean, Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near 24." Stiles asks.

"Which made me think that either "a," Lahey's murder wasn't connected or "b," the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be "c." Did you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Camden?" He ask pushing a paper forward.

"Died in combat." I read off.

"But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he'd be." The sheriff said looking up.

Stiles and I glance at each other already knowing. "24."

"Now what if same age means same class... I mean, did you think of that?" Stiles ask his dad.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I would've. I mean, I... Look, I just got Lahey's file two hours ago." The sherif begins stumbling over his words.

Stiles and i's eyes go wide. "Two hours? Dad, people could be dying." Stiles exclaims.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. Thank you." The sheriff sarcastically says.

"Not to be rude but this isn't helping so let's start trying to figure this out." I instruct moving around the desk and typing on the computer.

The sheriff looks up at me and smiles. "This is why I like her, she's a go getter."

Stiles grins at me, his eyes holding some type of glisten. "That she is."

I smile at the two before turning back to the screen. "Wait why do you know how to work the system this well?" The sheriff suddenly ask.

"Let's just say I've... Experimented with it." I grimace as I continue typing.

"That worries me, it's not shocking, but it does worry me." I hear him mutter.

"Okay, this is it. Class of 2006. They all went to Beacon Hills." Stiles and the sheriff move to see the screen.

"Including Isaac's brother." Sheriff says pointing to his name.

"All right, but so what if they all knew each other, you know? I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out." Stiles offers trying to piece this together.

While the two are talking back and forth I flip through the 2006 yearbook. "Well, they could have had the same classes together. They could've..."

I quickly cut off the sheriff. "The same teacher! Harris. They were all in his class!" I point to the page.

"All four. And I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in, but this... Kid, this is definitely a pattern. All right, give me the 2006 yearbook. These names, we need faces." The sheriff examines the page.

"Which ones?" Stiles ask curiously.

"Everyone in that chemistry class. If the killer's not done killing..." The sheriff stares between us.

"One of them's next." Stiles mumbles beside me.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's Stilinski." The Sheriff nods.