Road Trip.. (Criminal Minds/Teen Wolf.)

Chapter 4

     Raphael was celebrating with the BAU team from Quantico, they caught the suspect so they all decided to get a celebratory drink. As they were all having a conversation Raphael felt his phone vibrating in his jacket pocket, still chuckling from what Agent Morgan said he pulled his phone out answering it with out reading who it was. 

     "Hello?" Raphael greeted over the speaker waiting for a response. 
"Dad.." Raphael heard his sons scared voice over the phone making his posture go tense which gets the BAU's team's attention. 

   "What's wrong Scott?" Agent McCall asked his son with a concern voice. "I-I...Something bad happened...." Was all Scott said. "What happened Scott?" 

      "Stiles and I were going to come to Philadelphia to surprise you...." Scott paused, slowly taking small breaths to keep his voice calm.

            "We stopped at this Motel in Colorado, to stay for the night and Stiles went to the office to get towels for us in the morning..." Scotts voice began shaking, Raphaels heart was beating and his forehead was beginning to collect sweat. "Dad.. I-I think Stiles was kidnapped." Scott finally choked out, Raphael sat frozen, tense, sweating from fear and anxiousness, his breathing slow and hallow.

        "You need to call John and let him know whats going on, tell me where you are, I'm getting on the first flight." Raphael stood up making the team stand up as well, curious and worried about what ever is being said over the phone. 

     Scott told his dad where he was, Raphael wrote it down on a napkin which he put in his pocket when he was done. Hanging up the phone he stuffed it in his pocket about to walk outside but was stopped by Emily's voice. "McCall, what's going on?" She asked worried, Raphael turned and looked at the BAU team. "That was my son, he and his friend were heading here, they stopped at a motel and Stiles, his friend, vanished when he told my son he was going to get towels." He explained to them, JJ, Spencer, and Emily looked at Raphael with sympathy while Aaron, Derek, and David looked at each other as if speaking through their eyes. 

      Finally Aaron turned to Raphael opening his mouth speaking. "You can use our jet." Agent Hotchner paused looking at Raphael who looked shocked. "But we're coming with you." Agent McCall looked at Aaron surprised. "Of course." David jumped in. "Let's go." Aaron said walking out with the others, heading to the airport. 

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     Scott sat on the side of the bed in the motel room, with his head in his hands as he stared at his phone, his heart pounding in his chest knowing he needs to call John to let him know his son has been taken... Taking a deep breath Scott reached out and grabbed his phone calling John, as the ringing went on it felt as if his heart beat was getting louder.. 

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     John got home, throwing his keys on the table as he takes his shoes off. Cracking his back he walked to the kitchen and over to the fridge about to open it but squints when he sees Stiles's hand writing. Reaching up he pulled the note down as he read it. John chuckled as he read it, shaking his head before being interrupted by his phone ringing signalling someone was calling him. 

    Hitting answer he greeted the person. "Hello?" "John..." He heard Scotts voice say his name quietly, as if he was a scared child. "Yes Scott, everything okay?" John asked clearing his throat. "Something happened to Stiles..." Scott choked out, John stiffened. "What do you mean something happened? Is he okay?" John asked immediately worried for his son. "He- He was taken...." Scott whimpered, John's throat felt as if someone was choking him. "John?" Scott called out carefully. "I-I have to go Scott." John slowly took his phone away from his ear hanging up. 

      Looking down at the note one last time he read it as his throat seem to just tighten even more. 'Responsible's my middle name, Love you Pops.' 

     Dropping the note Stiles had left for him on the counter his breathing began to pick up as he walked to the living room where he collapsed on the couch staring straight ahead as the tears built and built until they poured over like a dam breaking.