Almost Is Never Enough (Sterek) *book one*

Chapter Four

**A/N: Sorry it's been forever! Still not sure where I want this story to go. Sorry that the chapters are only like three pages min, five at max. I hope that isn't a problem for anyone.**

I laid in my room still thinking about the things that happened the previous day. I smiled a little, knowing that I'd fooled Derek. The look on his face was priceless, yet he still smiled at the end. That guy was beyond strange.

"So you found the body?" My dad asked me from the doorway.

"Mhmmm," I said with a satisfied grin.

"That was near the old Hale house." I nodded at his statement. "The old Hale house in the woods I told you to stay out of." He said that and I instantly frowned.

"It wasn't like that! I was trying to help you close a case early so you wouldn't have to work so much." I pleaded.

"Well I can't close the case without a confession and Derek said he won't talk to any of us." My father said, rubbing a hand through his graying hair.

"Well who would he talk to?" I asked.

He let out a sigh before he answered, "Derek said he'd only talk to you."

I quickly sat up in bed and pulled the covers off of me. "Why only me?" I asked.

"Beats me. Most people wouldn't want to speak to the guy that got them arrested. So do you know why he wants to talk to you?" He asked me.

"I'm not sure but let's go find out!" I said excitedly, jumping out of bed.

"Ummm Stiles?"

"Yeah dad?"

"Your clothes?" He whispered. I looked down and realized that I was only in my boxer briefs.

"Meet you outside." I whispered. He nodded and walked out, leaving me alone in my room. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a blue shirt, throwing a red flannel over it.

I ran my hand through my hair and looked at my reflection on the mirror on my closet door.

"What the Hell are you doing?" I asked myself. I turned and left the room, walking outside to my car. My dad already left to the station so I drove in my own.

Once I arrived to the station I strolled over to my father's office. He was reviewing over some evidence so once he looked at me he just nodded towards the holding cell section.

I walked down the hall and turned the corner to see Derek sitting in the right cornered cell.

His tall, built frame was stretched out on the bed but he instantly looked up once he saw that I was there. The smile that crept on his face was chilling and nerve racking.

"Stiles," He said, showing off his pearly whites.

"Why won't you talk to the sheriff?" I asked.

"You mean your father?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Answer the question."

"After you answer mines." He said, leaning up against the bars, his arms raised above his head.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"To know why you called the cops on me." He said, his green eyes staring at me.

I was taken aback slightly by the question but I decided to answer it. I lowered my voice so that only he could hear it. "Hmmmmmm, it could be because you're a psychotic werewolf and you moved the body to cover your tracks."

"If I killed her why would I lead you to the body?" He asked me.

"Maybe because you got killer's guilt or something. How the hell am I suppose to know?" I asked.