Perfect Combinations~ Stydia One Shots

Stockholm Syndrome 2

The next day, Stiles and Lydia walked into work hand in hand. He escorted Lydia to Protective Custody. Some officers were going And to watch her until they caught the unsub.

"Stay here. Don't leave this room under any circumstance. If you have to go to the bathroom, tell the nice lady in the room across the hall. She'll take you there. Okay?" Stiles said once they reached the room she'd be staying in.

"Okay. You don't have to talk to me like I'm a toddler you know. I'm twenty six. That's why I'm a potential target, after all." Lydia said. She was doing her best to stay strong in front of the other agents.

"Right. Because you're the same age as the victims." Stiles lied. He had told Lydia that the unsub was targeting girls in their mid to late twenties, and that's why Lydia had to go into Protective Custody. He felt horrible for lying to her a second time, but he needed to keep her safe.

"I'll see you after work." Lydia said. She leaned in to kiss him. Stiles turned his head last minute so she only kissed his cheek. He didn't deserve to kiss her after he lied to her. Lydia gave him a strange smile before he left.

Two hours later, Lydia wondered into the break room. She wanted to bring Stiles a cup of coffee as a thank you for looking out for her. Lydia walked into the room where her team set up the investigation. She glanced over the work they put up on the board before setting Stiles's cup down. Something strange caught her eye. There was a picture of a woman in the middle of the board. An index card underneath her picture read "UNSUB" in big black letters. Lydia tilted her head. She remembered Stiles telling her they hadn't found an unsub yet. She continued to stare at the woman when she noticed how familiar she looked.

"Oh My God." Lydia breathed.

Right as she made the connection, Stiles and Emily came into the room.

"Lydia, what are you doing here?" Stiles asked frantically.

"I came to bring you coffee. What's this?" Lydia asked, pointing to the board behind her.

"What? Stiles I thought you told her." Emily cut it.

"Tell me what?" Lydia demanded.

The rest of the agents slowly shuffled into the room. They quietly took a seat. 

"That!your mother is the one who killed those women." Emily said. Lydia gulped.

"You told me she was dead." She sputtered. Tears fell
down Lydia's cheeks as she realized Stiles had lied to her.

"Is that true Stilinski?" Emily asked.

"Yes. It's true. But I only told you that to protect you." Stiles stammered.

"To protect me? You let me mourn the loss of a serial killer!" Lydia screamed.

"I'm sorry. I thought it was the right thing to do." Stiles tried to explain. Lydia shook her head.

"It wasn't." She whispered.

"I know that now. Lydia, please I love you and-"

"Well I hate you." She cut him off.

"W-what?" Stiles asked.

"I hate you." Lydia repeated. She slid her engagement ring off on her finger and threw it at Stiles. He caught it and watched her as she ran out of the room. Everyone was silent until their phones buzzed.