Dear Juliet | S. Stilinski (editing)

Riddled

I woke up from the ringtone on my phone. I grabbed my phone and hung up. I went back to bed. It called me again.

"What! Do you know what time it is!" I yelled into the phone.

"Juliet! Juliet, get up! I need your help! Juliet!" Scott started to yell on the phone. I quickly got up.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"It's Stiles. Get dressed."

"What's wrong with Stiles?" I started to get worried.

"I don't know."

"I'll meet you at his house."  I dressed up as fast as I could. Without making a sound, I woke Derek.

"Hey, is everything okay?" He groaned as he sat up. I grabbed my bag and walked to the door.

"Its about Stiles." I closed the door behind me and I ran out and ran to Stiles house. As I made it to the door, Lydia and Aiden showed up.

"How did you know? Did he call you too?" I asked her as I looked for the key to the front door.

"I heard it."

"Don't ask. It gets more confusing when you ask." I found the key and opened the door. "I'm not gonna ask." I put the key back. We walked to Stiles room.

"Not as confusing as this." Lydia told Aiden. There was red sting in he room and in the middle, scissors connecting the red string. Scott and Isaac entered the room.

"He uses red for unsolved cases." I whispered as I remember when he told me.

"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case?"

"Or is an unsolved case." Isaac looked at me.

"Hold on. Is he still out there?" I turned to Scoot. "You don't know where he is?" I used my adult voice. I haven't used that voice, only when I talk to people on the phone.

"He said he was in an industrial basement somewhere. We came here to get a better scent."

"What else did he say?" Lydia questions Scott.

"Something's wrong with his leg. It's bleeding. And he's freezing."

"Tonight's the coldest night of the year. It's going to drop into the 20s." Aiden comes out to say.

"What did his dad say?" I crossed my arms.

"We kind of We didn't tell him yet."

"Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad?" I was done, Stiles...where are you.

"He made me promise not to. We can find him by scent. If he was sleepwalking he couldn't have gotten far, right?"

"You didn't notice his Jeep is gone, did you?"

"You promised you wouldn't call his dad. I didn't." I said as I pulled out my phone.

"Wait, Juliet, hold on." Scott grabbed my phone. "I can get more help. I can call Derek, Allison."

"Everyone except for the cops. Great idea." I laughed.

"You guys remember Lydia gets these feelings when someone's about to die, right?" Aiden blurted out.

"You don't have to call his dad. It's five minutes to the station."

"I'll go with you." I spoke out. Isaac, Scott and I headed out.

"We'll catch up." Lydia says. Scott turns back.

"What? Why?" I asked her. "You think you found him?"

"There's something here."

"Yeah. Evidence of total insanity."

"We can figure out what's wrong with him after we find a way to keep him from freezing to death."

"Go. We'll be right behind you." The three of us left.

"Uh, I brought the motorcycle." Scott said as we stopped at the driveway.

"I brought Derek's car." I pulled out the keys. I got in the black Camaro." Okay." Scott had followed me to the Sheriff station. We have told him everything and including Stiles.

"Come on. If his Jeep is gone, that's where we start." Sheriff Stilinski turns around and tells the deputy."Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep. Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could've gotten into while sleepwalking. It's the coldest night of the year so far. So If he's out their barefoot in just a T-shirt, he could already be hypothermic. Let's move fast. Let's think fast." He turns around and looks at us. "The three of you, come with me." We walked in his office. "Okay. Is there anything you need to tell me that I can't tell anyone out there?"

"Lydia knew he was missing." I told him.

"Can she help find him?"

"Well, she's working on it."

"Anything else?"

"I called Derek and Allison for help." Scott pulls out his phone.

"Can you find him by scent?" The door opens up and Parrish comes in.

"We got it, sir. We found the Jeep." Parrish announced. All of looked at each other and went to the hospital, where the jeep was left.

"It's dead. He must have left the lights on." Stilinski had ran to Stiles Jeep, but here wasn't in here.

"Why would he come here?" Scott told himself.

"Let's find out." I whispered back to Scott. The three of us ran to the hospital to check if he's in there.

"He's not here. Not anymore." Derek said as Scott, Isaac and I ran up to the roof.

"You mean the whole building?" Scott looked around the roof.

"Gone."

"I'll go tell Stilinski." Isaac said just as he was gonna leave.

"And see if you can find Allison. She's not answering her phone." Scott stopped Isaac and then he left. Derek, Scott, and I were the only ones up here.

"Notice how strong the scent is up here? Ever hear of chemo signals? Chemical signals that communicate emotion. And just our sweat can give off anger, fear or disgust. Take a deep breath and tell me what you feel." Derek looked at us. Then we took a sniff of the air.

"Stress." Scott replied.

"And anxiety." I smelled the last signal that was up here.

"What was he doing up here?"

"I don't know. But there was definitely some kind of struggle."

"With who?" I looked at the boys, still getting worried about Stiles.

"Himself." We got a call from Lydia that she knows where Stiles is. We drove to the Eichen house. We all meet up with Lydia.

"Lydia, I don't want to say "Are you sure about this" but..." Stilinski had said to Lydia when we were in the front of Eichen.

"No, he's here. I swear to God he's here."  Lydia sound certain. We ran into the place.

"I need access to all basement rooms in this facility." Going down the basement, I ran in front of the group.

"It's here. It's right here." Lydia blurted out.

"Stiles?" I screamed out. There was nothing, no Stiles, nothing. I turned to look at Lydia. "Lydia?"

"I don't get it. This has to be it." She told herself.

"Then where is he, huh? Where is he? Where is he?" Stilinski blew up. He yelled at Lydia. She stepped back. "I'm sorry."

"I don't understand." Lydias voice got quieter. When we looked around, we didn't find Stiles. That meant for us to leave.