Vindex *Stiles Stilinski* Book 2

I'm just here so I don't get fined

"We actually made really good time. Mind if we run by my place, I wanna research something real quick?" Stiles ask glancing at me only for a second.

"I mean I guess since you drove me all the way to USC." I scoff jokingly.

"It's the least you can do." He smiles turning on to his road.

Making it into his drive way we head into the house and up to his room. "We only have about an hour and a half babe." I tell him flopping down on his bed.

"That's fine this shouldn't take long." He shrugs. Slowly my eyes begin to close, I hadn't realized how tired I was till now.

I must have dozed off for a minute because next thing I know I'm jumping at the sound of the sheriff's voice. "Hey, whatcha doing?"

"Homework." Stiles responds viciously typing away.

"It's spring break. What do you think you're doing?" Eying his son as he steps closer. "You're his normal partner in crime, what's he up to?" He ask me while pointing at Stiles.

Siting up I shrug my shoulder. "I'm just here so I don't get fined." I smile putting my hands up.

The sheriff cracks a smile at my joke before turning back to his son. "I'm just satisfying my own curiosity." Stiles says.

"We brought Harris in this morning for questioning. They brought him in." The sheriff corrects himself.

"And?" Stiles and I say at the same time anxious to know more.

"And they're working on a warrant to arrest him for the murders." He informs us.

Stiles eyes grow wide. "For all of them?"

"Enough of them." sheriff shrugs.

"On what proof?" I ask leaning forward so my elbows rest on my knees.

"You remember the couple at the trailer?" Stiles and I nod. "Tire tracks nearby match Harris's car."

Stiles jaw drops, "W... That's not enough."

"Yea I know like 10 other people in Beacon Hills who drive that same car!" I add throwing my hands up.

"The same car was also seen outside the hospital where the pregnant wife was killed. It's got some bumper sticker on it, a quote from Einstein." The sheriff adds to the facts.

"Wait, what quote?" Stiles ask, his eyes lighting up.

"Something about imagination and knowledge." He shrugs.

"Imagination is more important than knowledge, yeah. I saw the same car parked outside the rave." Stiles says thinking back.

"That means you're a witness. You're gonna have to give a statement." Sheriff Stilinski sighs, I know he doesn't want to have to take his son into that station.

"But, what about the concert promoter, Kara? She wasn't in Harris's class, right? I mean, what does Mr. Lahey have to do with Harris?" I ask curiously.

"It doesn't matter. The tire tracks put Harris at the site of three murders. That's damning evidence." He says.

"No, it's not enough." Stiles argues.

"I... I thought you two hated this guy." The sheriff ask confused.

"We don't hate him, all right? He hates us. And, you know, if he'd killed them all, then yeah, lock the psycho up. But there's something missing. There's gotta be something missing." Stiles starts furiously flipping though things.

"Hey. Hey. You don't have to solve this for me." The sheriff assures Stiles walking over to him.

"No, I have to do something. What?" He stops short when the sheriff stops him on a page.

"Look at the swim team." I jump up at this to see what they were talking about.

"Dad, the coach. It's Isaac's dad."
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"Babe why is this present so big?" Stiles complains carrying the oversized box up Lydia's drive way.

"Because it's Lydia, the bigger the better with her." I sing skipping up the steps. Reaching the door I raise my fist and knock.

Moments later the peppy strawberry blonde opens the door. "Devin you made it."

"Of course I did. You know I wouldn't miss this for the world." I say hugging her.

"Happy Birthday! Yeah! Coming in. Oh, whoa. Can't. Okay. You know, you don't... Can you just grab that side, maybe, hello babe help?" Stiles rushes from the other side of the large box.

"Babe just shove it in." I say earning a chuckle from Lydia to which I smacked her arm at her thoughts.

"Don't forget to try the punch." Lydia sings before leaving me to help Stiles through the door.

Finally after a minute we got the box in and head to find Scott. "Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles ask as we walk up to Scott.

"No. Seen Allison?" Scott ask giving I worried look around.

"No, but we should probably tell her what we found." Stiles offers.

"We're still kind of not sure what we found." I but in, I'm just trying to shed some light for these two fools.

"I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool." Stiles says trying to explain.

"So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?" Scott ask confused.

"Hated the swim team. Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing though? What haven't we thought of?" Stiles gets that long away look in his eyes that he always has when he's thinking hard.

"Uh, Jackson's not here." Allison suddenly appears in front of us.

"Hate to break it to you but no one is." I mumble looking around the house.

"Maybe it's just early." Scott offers hopefully.

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob." Stiles scoffs.

I glare at him before turning to the others. "She may be a whackjob but we've got to do something to help. Especially since we've been ignoring her for the past two weeks." I hiss.

"She ignored you for a year." Scott offers.

"Because I hung out with you two losers!" I snap smacking his shoulder.

"We don't owe her a party." Scott defends himself.

"What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison suggest stepping in on my side. I shoot her a thank you look which she nods to.

"Normal?" Scott ask confused.

"She wouldn't be the town whackjob if it wasn't for us and all our super natural shit." I explain quietly. Guilt suddenly rushed over me as I realize we are the reason Lydia is in the predicament she is. "We've got to do something." I practically beg.

Scott lets out a huff and tugs his phone out. "I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here."

A huge smile crosses my face. "Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going." My head snaps toward Stiles.

"Who?" I ask worried.

"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party." He smirks wickedly.

"Oh god, let's just jump start this party or something."