Deception || s. stilinski [2]

promises you can't keep

"What do the different colored strings mean?"

Bea lies on Stiles' bed, her head propped in her hands as Stiles messes around with his investigation board. He has different colors of string surrounding him, but red is the only color on the board.

"Oh, just different stages of the investigation," Stiles starts, sparing her a quick glance over his shoulder. "So, green is solved, yellow's to be determined, and blue's just pretty." He shrugs.

"What about red?"

"Uh, unsolved."

"Red's the only one on the board, Stiles."

"Yes, I'm aware. Thank you, Bea."

The girl sighs as she takes the red string and starts wrapping it around her pointer finger, thinking through the day's events. "Did you get in trouble for pulling the fire alarm?" she questions, fearing she already knows the answer.

"Yep. Detention every day this week," he tells her, tapping his green Sharpie against his lips. "It's okay, though. We were onto something."

"We didn't find any proof of Barrow being there, Stiles. How could we be onto something when I just sent everyone on a wild goose chase?" she asks disappointedly, looking down at her hands, crestfallen.

Stiles turns around, looking at his girlfriend who lies on his bed, wrapping a red string around her finger like she's an unsolved case. He notices her downcast eyes and the frown taking over her lips. Even though she's the empath, he can almost feel the disappointment over-crowding her mind.

He walks toward the redhead, kneeling down in front of her and taking her hands in his, causing the girl to look up at him. "Hey, Bea. Come on, you and Lydia, you have been right every time something like this has happened. So, don't start doubting yourself now, okay?"

"There was no scent, Stiles. There was no bomb. To make it better, I got you in trouble." She looks back down at the red string around her finger, thinking about how much her life has turned into an unsolved case since she arrived in Beacon Hills. "Maybe I'm just an unsolved case, too," the girl mumbles, avoiding her boyfriend's eyes.

"Okay, look. Barrow was there, all right? You knew it. You felt it, Bea." He starts unwrapping the string from around her finger and tosses it to the side. Bea watches him carefully, a chill running up her arm at his touch. He looks back into her sapphire eyes with his whiskey ones, causing her stomach to flutter at the complete and utter adoration for her she sees in his eyes.

"And look, if you wanted to, I'd go back to that school and search all night just to prove it. Because I believe in you, Beatrice Knight. And I don't think you're an unsolved case." His words are whispered, his gaze still firmly set on her in a way that makes her feel like time has slowed down. His stare brings a small smile to her lips, relishing in the way it makes her feel.