Returning Home (Spencer Reid and Stiles Stilinski Fan fiction)

Chapter 2: Family Dinners

"If someone were to harm my family or a friend or somebody I love, I would eat them. I might end up in jail for 500 years, but I would eat them." » Johnny Depp

When the plane landed Stiles felt his stomach fall as if true was full of stones. This was going to be a hard case he could feel it in the air.

On there was to the police station that Stiles spends most of his childhood as he couldn't help looking out the window hoping that something had changed since he had left. Nothing at changed much the storefronts remained the same and all the old house were still that. Then again nothing ever really did change in small towns. Pulling up into the parking lot it was all just a flash from the past for Stiles.

Walking into the front door the sameness continued. All the way from the front desk worker to the coffee pot in the back both of which had been here since Stiles was five. The sheriff walked out of his office just in the nick of time. His hair was grey mostly, but he was still fit. His eyes were tired yet still so full of life. The wrinkles on his face showed his age, as well as a life well, lived. They showed a life full of laughter. Upon seeing his son his face brightened and they met each other in a tight hug.

Next, after releasing Stiles the sheriff pulled Spencer into a hug and gave the rest of the team a firm handshake and a fond smile before his face sobered and he asked, "Here for the murders?"

Hocth nodded and said taking control of the situation, "Well need the files and a room to work."

The sheriff nodded before pointing them to the old conference room and yelling for Parish to get the files. Walking into the old room that stiles spend many a day playing in as a child he couldn't help by think of old times. The old wooden table and worn office chairs remained abandoned soon the table was covered in files and the seats by bodies. The board in the corner that was mostly used for picturary was covered in pictures with facts and theories all over it.

They are all in case of mode at this point after all this wasn't a social call. Stiles and his father began to bounce theories and ideas off of each other like the old times. Something they had only heard he and Spencer do. They were talking so fast that only a few people would have been able to understand them. When Stiles was barely out of high school they perfected the art of this. This ended rather quick because the sheriff was pulled away after getting a call that some teen was causing trouble. Of course, he had to give Stiles "the look" meaning he was once one of those teens. Stiles smiled sheepishly before heading back to looking at the evidence. Derek and Emily were going to the different crime scenes looking for anything the police might have missed.

Spencer was working on the geographical profile for the unsub. They would bounce ideas off each other much like Stiles and his dad would. After doing this for a few minutes they would go back to their own thing. They worked seamlessly together. They had from day one and over the years it had only gotten them closer.

When Stiles' father had finally got back from his call you could see the tired look in his eyes and the weight this case was putting on his shoulders. He seemed to age 10 years, but seeing his son here was something that helped lessen the burden that these murders were putting on him. Looking at his son move between boards and work effortlessly with his husband put a soft smile on the old man's face.

Walking in he clasped his son's shoulder and said, "Family dinner tonight."

Stiles nodded thoughtlessly in his work. The sheriff looked over at Spencer and saw he was the same. He couldn't help but feel happy for the young loves. They worked so well Rodgers and could always understand each other in a way that no one else could. He loved Spencer like his own son and was glad that his son found someone that was perfect for him.

•Time Skip•

At about 9:30 Hocth came in and told the team to head to the hotel, Stiles and Spencer began to make their way to Stiles's childhood home. Melissa met the couple at the door with a beautiful smile. She had also aged now he had some slight grey streaks in her hair and some laugh lines, but she kept her sense of natural beauty. She greeted them with warm motherly hugs. Stiles hugged back tightly, she was as good of a mother to him than anyone. Spencer hugged her lightly squirming a little at the contact. He had after all been getting better, but still had some small problems with it.

Stiles helped Melissa into the kitchen while Noah and Spencer set up the table. Soon the mean was ready for a family they all sat down to eat just to dig in a figure stomped in fro the door.

In a ragged worn coat with messy unbrushed hair and an unkempt beard was none other than Scott, himself. He looked up with tired and hurt eyes. Then seeing the meal was started without him filled with anger. He spat at them, "I see how it is just going to start without me."

Stiles looked up surprised and Spencer grabbed his under the table and gave him a look of reinsurance.

Melissa said trying to call Scott down, "Honey, you said you wouldn't be coming and you never come to this family dinners anymore."

"Well, I came to this one, didn't I?" Now, looking at Stiles, he asked, "And who the hell are you?"

Stiles looked up at his childhood all the way through teen years best friend now his stepbrother and said, "It's me, Stiles."

That seemed to take Scott by surprise. He took in Stiles he had grown his hair out a bit and was skinny but had some muscles. His eyes were sharp and clear no longer have dark circles under them. His hair was slightly darker and he had a light tan although still pale. He hadn't changed much still just enough that Scott couldn't register who he was. Scott's eyes darkened and he spat with venom lacing his voice, "Welcome home, brother."

Stiles sighed and Scott turned to his mother, "The Packs outside and their hungry."

She got up going to make more food. Stiles, then stood and said, "What the hells your problem? You could have asked her not demanded her! She's your mother, damn it!"

Spencer could only grab Stiles hand to keep him calm. The sheriff stood with a sad and tired look on his face before asking, "Hey, Spence (nickname) why don't you and I go get more chairs?"

Spencer nodded giving his husband one last long look before standing to go get chairs with his father in law.

Stiles continued to glare but got up to go help Melissa in the kitchen. Scott footsteps echoed throughout the house as he headed outside to get the pack. Soon family dinner would begin.