Parrish looked up from the paperwork in front of him and smiled when he saw you, eyeing the bag of food you held out, offering him a reward for a moment away from his work and some information.
                              
                              
                              "(Y/N) how's your mother?" He asked as he let you into his office.
                              
                              
                              "She's fine... Mellissa sent this over." You handed him the food which he almost tore into.
                              
                              
                              "So what's up with your case?" You asked curiously and he shook his head when you went to grab at it, not bothering to stop you.
                              
                              
                              "Couple of werewolf attacks, Mason and Liam are looking into it now, they found a couple of witnesses." He paused and finished his food before pointing his fork at you. "You're here for something aren't you?"
                              
                              
                              "Can't fool you can I Sherriff." You chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck.
                              
                              
                              "I'm looking for a guy... called Stiles Stilinski and I know what he looks like and his age or the age he was." You blabbered and he frowned.
                              
                              
                              "Age he was, you're looking for a dead guy?" He frowned and glanced at the picture of the whole pack that sat proudly on his desk.
                              
                              
                              "No he's alive... I think... it's really complicated but I was hoping that maybe you could have a look into missing persons or maybe look for him in the databases if I sketch him out for you." When he nodded slowly your shoulders slumped with relief.
                              
                              
                              "Tell you what, I need to go out for a little while and I'm trusting you to keep an eye on my keys to the back room." He winked and hurried out of his office, shrugging on his jacket as he went.
                              
                              
                              The next twenty minutes was a mad dash through the back room, desperately looking for something, anything that could tell you who Stiles was and what had happened to him. Eventually you found a note, something about Claudia Stilinski and the hospital so you skidded to Mason's desk and grabbed at a pen and piece of paper so you could jot it down.
                              
                              
                              "Hey Kiddo how's the weekend going?" Liam asked as you dumped the keys back on Parrish's desk and skidded out of the office, attempting to look inconspicuous.
                              
                              
                              "Oh yeah great!" You squeaked and hurtled out of the building.
                              
                              
                              
                              
                              You'd almost been caught twice now. Apparently the only time hospital security decided to show up was when you were trying to do something you shouldn't be. You grabbed the last file and grinned when you found Claudia Stilinski printed boldly on the side of the file.
                                      
                                   
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Stiles Stilinski Imagines
FanfictionMTV's Teen wolf: Stiles Stilinski; This book is for MTV's Stiles Stilinski . All of my Imagines, prompts, oneshots and moodboard for Stiles Stilinski requested via my Tumblr account; @bonniebird Fics in this book are Stiles x Reader, Stiles x Fem!Re...
 
                                               
                                                  