Y/N laid under Spencer, basking in the feel of his hands on her thighs and his lips on her neck. The two had just gotten home after a tough case a mountains of paperwork, leaving them with some time to enjoy the others company before they were hit with another case. But as luck would have it one of their phones began to ring.
Y/N groaned and began to reach for the nightstand where their phones sat. But before she was able to grab her Spencer gently grabbed her wrist.
"Let it ring." He told her and reconnected their lips.
As Spencer began to trail kisses down her neck and stomach, leading to the waistband of her panties her phone began to ring again. This time it was Spencer's turn to groan as he rolled off of Y/N, allowing her to sit up and grab her phone.
"What?" Y/N snapped down the line, annoyed at whoever had interrupted them.
"Is that any way to talk to your amazing baby brother?" Her brother's sarcastic tone filled her ear, making her roll her eyes.
"Stiles, what do you want?"
"Do I need a reason to call my favorite sister?"
Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, losing her patients quickly; though that was standard when talking to Stiles.
"Yes actually." Y/N stated, standing from the bed and earning a protest from Spencer. She looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend and blew him a kiss before grabbing Spencer's shirt from the floor and walking to kitchen; knowing she was going to need something to get through this conversion.
"Okay." Stiles sighed, "There have been a few murders in town."
"How many is a few?" Y/N asked, pulling the cork from the wine bottle.
"As of right now, six murders, and there are two more missing." He said simply. "Which was enough for dad to call your boss."
"Do you think it's..." She paused and looked over her shoulder for Spencer before continuing. "Supernatural?"
As she whispered the last word she recalled how she had found out about the supernatural. She had gone to visit her brother after hearing about Stiles playing first line for a game in his sophomore year. While back in Beacon Hills she had run into and had a fling with Derek Hale; resulting in his psychotic uncle trying to bite her. He would have succeeded had she not kept a gun on her at all times. After unloading nearly an entire clip into his chest, she ran home where she made Stiles explain what the hell was going on. Ever since then she was his first call whenever things started getting too much.
"I don't know." Stiles said, his voice tearing her from her thoughts. "I think is, but no one else is sure."
"Okay. We'll be there in the morning."
Y/N hung up the phone after a quick goodbye and ventured back to her bedroom; only to find Spencer reading. She sighed, knowing that whatever they were going to do earlier, wasn't going to happen anymore. So she placed her phone back on the nightstand and crawled under the covers.
When Spencer noticed that Y/N had returned to bed he put his book down and pulled her closer to him.
"Who was calling?" He asked, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"My brother." She explained. "He called to tell me that there might be a serial killer in my hometown. And that my dad called to request the BAU's help."
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Y/N stopped when she crossed the threshold of the sheriffs station, letting go of Spencer's hand in the process. This made Spencer stop and look at his girlfriend quizzically.
