"Come to my house." Stiles said when I got to my locker.
It was the end of the day and I was glad. I nodded and walked to my car waiting for Stiles to hop in his jeep.
I parked behind Stiles when we made it to his driveway. "What are we doing?"
"I think I found something." He replied as we made our way inside the house.
We walked up to his room and he quickly sat down at his desk while I plopped down on his bed just to jump back up when I saw Derek just lerking in the corner.
"Hey Stiles!" I looked at Derek wide eyed as he looked at Stiles.
"Yo.. D-Derek." Stiles said as he finally turned around. Great, now Sheriff Stilinski will know he is here.
Derek put his finger to his lips and then motioned for Stiles to stall his dad.
As Stiles got up I walked over to Derek waiting for him to close the door before I started whispering. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see if Scott got the necklace." He whispered back.
"Calling Scott yourself couldn't have worked?" I rolled my eyes.
"Come on baby, let's be serious. Do you really believe he will give me a straight answer?" He asked putting his arms around me.
"No." I sighed putting my hands on his arms. He leaned down and kissed me, then stepped away getting his bad ass act back together. I grinned and shook my head then sat back down on the bed.
Once Stiles shut the door Derek pinned him to it. "Oh."
"If you say one word..." I watched as Derek pointed a finger at Stiles.
"Oh, what, you mean, like, 'Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun'?" Leave it to Stiles to be sarcastic.
Derek started letting go as Stiles said, "yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy."
Derek looked at the spot that Stiles hit before nodding his head and straightening Stiles Jacket. Stiles nodded and then done the same to Derek's jacket. As Stiles was walking away Derek jerked his head toward him, "Oh, my God!" I giggled.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" I stopped doing my homework and looked up to see what Stiles would say.
"No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we could try." I looked at him curiously, and then Derek gave him a 'what' gesture with his hands. "The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Alison asking her to meet him there."
"So?" I asked.
"So it wasn't Scott." He replied looking at Derek and I.
"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asked.
"No, not me. But I'm thinking I know somebody who can." I knew he meant Danny. He turned to his laptop and started writing, and I went back to doing my homework.
A few minutes later Danny showed up and Stiles explained to him what he wanted. "You want me to do what?"
"Trace a text." Stiles used his hands.
"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." I giggled knowing Danny wasn't gonna do it.
"And we will, once you trace the text." I looked at Derek to see him watching me.
"And what makes you think I know how?" I watched the two boys bicker.
"I... I looked up your arrest report." Only Stiles would be the one to do that.
"I was 13. They dropped the charges." Danny tried telling him.
"Whatever."
"No, we're doing lab work."
"Oh my..." Stiles was inpatient.
Danny pulled up a chair then looked at Derek after he sat down. "Who's he again?" I looked at Stiles then at Derek with wide eyes.
"Um, my cousin... Miguel." I rolled my eyes, but sighed in relief when Danny didn't know who he was.
Derek slowly lifted his head up and looked at Stiles with a glare then went back to 'reading' the book that was on his lap.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked looking at Stiles again.
"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds." Was Stiles reply. "Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles's eyes flickered from the dresser back to Derek's. And I guess he got the hint because he closed his book and stood up walking over to the dresser, I tried my best to stifle a laugh and thankfully I succeeded. "So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably..."
"Stiles?" Derek interrupted him. I looked up from binder to see him looking at Stiles.
"Yes?"
"This... No fit." I giggled and Derek looked at me then back at Stiles.
"Then try something else on. Sorry." Stiles looked at Danny then back at Derek as he quickly looked away, I did the same then got why Stiles got an idea. "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?"
"Huh?" Danny's eyes widened.
"The shirt." Stiles pointed toward Derek.
"Its... It's not really his color." Derek gave them a glare then took the hideous blue and orange striped shirt off.
"I'll be back." I got up from the bed and started for the door.
"Where are you going?" I felt someone grab my wrist to see it was Derek.
"I have one of your shirts in my car." Don't ask how I have one in my car.
He nodded and went back to 'looking for a shirt'. I ran out to my car and grabbed the shirt before running back in.
I handed him the shirt and he quickly put it on, anyone could tell he was pissed and uncomfortable.
"There. This text was sent from a computer. This one." I slid in front of Derek as he put a hand on my waist.
"Registered at that account name?" Derek asked.
"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." I said looking closer at the name.
It read:
Beacon Hills Hospital -- Melissa McCall
