Stiles checked his phone for what felt like the millionth time that night, but other than a notification from the local news station there was nothing; no text from Scott asking about any type of lead, nothing from his dad saying he was going to be working late, and nothing from Y/N. When he saw that there was nothing from Y/N he began to worry, usually by this time she would've called him to rant about her day, or tell her something her little brother has gotten into, or just to say 'I love you', but there was nothing. As the clock neared midnight Stiles grabbed the keys to his jeep and made his way to Y/N's house.
As Stiles drove a million thoughts ran through his mind, but none were more terrifying than the idea that something had happened to her. When he turned onto her street and saw the flashing lights of police cars and ambulances in front of her house, he jumped out of his car and ran. He ran until Parish had to hold him back.
"Let me go!" Stiles yelled, fighting against Parish.
"I can't do that Stiles. It's an active crime scene." Parish explained, hoping that Stiles would stop fighting against him; but Stiles was determined. A moment passed, and finally Stiles stopped fighting. Parish guided Stiles away from the tape, away from the sirens, and away from the crime scene.
"What happened? Is she OK?" Stiles asked, trying to keep his breathing under control.
"We got a call at eleven from a neighbor who reported screaming." Parish began to explain, "When we got here the front door was open. It looks like a robbery gone bad, her parents were dead when we got here, her and her brother were nowhere to be found."
Stiles had barely registered the words before he was sobbing, and draw the attention of every officer and spectator, including his father. Sheriff Stilinski approached his son, knowing the reason he was so hysterical.
"Son, you shouldn't be here." Sheriff exclaims, watching his son nod in understanding. "Go home Stiles. She wouldn't want you to see any of this."
Stiles nodded, lacking the energy to fight any longer.
People underestimate the fight in a girl, many believe that they're too delicate and rely on their male counterparts to come and save the day. But as Y/N sat in the basement of the man's home, watching her little brother struggle against the ropes binding him to a pillar, she swore she'd fight for him, for herself, for her family, and for Stiles.
"Robbie." She hissed at her brother, "You've got to stop or he's going to come back."
The little boy halted all movements, leaving the two siblings sitting in silence.
"Y/N?" Robbie whispered, fear treading through his voice. "Are we gonna die?"
"No." She said bluntly. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to us."
Weeks passed and everyday Stiles would go by the station and help his father. But as time wore on and evidence became sparse, the case hit a dead end and others became more important to the department. Stiles however, never let go of the 'borrowed' case file. He read the file every chance he could, hoping that he'd catch something others had missed.
"Stiles, you're going to pass out if you don't get some sleep." Scott told his friend one night. Stiles briefly glared at the other boy before turning back to his evidence board.
"Dude," Scott tried one more time, knowing that his friend's health and sanity were at stake.
"If you're not going to help then leave." Stiles snapped.
Scott sighed, but picked up a pen and began to help his friend.
Y/N sat slumped against a wall, her wrists burning, her head pounding, her voice raw, and her body battered. She doesn't know how long they'd been here, but she can recall every beating the man had given her. The man, a big, burly, bull of a man, would come in twice a day and torture the siblings. Or at least he'd try; Y/N ended up getting the worst of it by trying to protect her brother. The man didn't like that and would take his anger out on Y/N, while Robbie screamed his little lungs out.
"Wakie, wakie." The man taunted, crouching in front of Y/N. "Get up bitch."
Y/N raised her head, glaring at the man. He smirked down at her, causing the anger inside her to boil. She ended up lashing out at him, kicking out as hard as she could before the man landed a blow to her ribs.
"Get away from my sister!" Robbie roared, kicking his little legs out at the man. The man sneered at the little boy, slowly making his way towards the fighting boy.
The man grabbed Robbie's face, making the little boy look at their captor. "There is nothing you can do to save you or your sister. You're gonna die here."
Y/N's blood boiled at his words, making her fight harder against her restraints.
Hours after the man left Y/N was still fighting against the frayed ropes around her wrist, she didn't know how much progress she was making but she knew she was going to keep trying until the rope snapped. Her arms were growing tired when the snap echoed through the basement. She sat there for a moment staring into the dark, hoping that the man didn't hear it. After a minute or so of waiting, and the man didn't barge through the door, she stood and walked to her little brother.
"Robbie." She whispered when she was within arms reach of the sleeping boy. "Robbie, wake up."
"Sissy?" He whispered back, shocked that his sister was so close.
"I'm gonna untie you and then we're gonna go." She explained, beginning to untie the ropes from her brother's wrists.
Stiles lay sleeping in the middle of his room, when the doorbell rang. Stiles jumped, startled by the sound of the doorbell, but it didn't take him long to get over the scare and rush to the front door. He pulled open the door to be greeted with the sight of Parish standing on his porch.
"Stiles, you're gonna want to come with me." He exclaimed, watching the realization cross the young man's face.
Stiles bolted out the door and pushed passed Parish to make his way to the Deputy's cruiser. Parish didn't waste any time getting into his car and driving to the hospital.
Stiles ran through the halls of the hospital until he saw Ms. McCall and his father standing in the doorway to one of the rooms. He stopped a foot from the door, knowing that there might be something he doesn't want to see in that room.
"Dad, is it her?" Stiles asked, catching the attention of both the adults standing there.
Sheriff Stilinski gave his son a small smile before stepping out of the doorway. "Go see for yourself."
Stiles rushed into the room, freezing when he saw Y/N sitting on the bed, bloodied and bruised but still beautiful.
"Oh God." He breathed out, rushing forward to stand in front of his girlfriend. He slowly reached out the grab her hand, being mindful of the IV in her hand; but Y/N had different plans. Once he was close enough Y/N pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around him.
And for the first time in seven weeks, with her face buried in Stiles' shoulder, Y/N cried. She cried for her parents, for her brother, and for herself.
