Bite Me Harder -Sterek AU-

Chapter 6

"Come on, Scott! Listen up, I'm freaking out man." Stiles huffed.

"You think Derek killed the girl?" Scott rose a brow.

"Well, it's him or that Alpha guy."

"Alpha guy?"

"I'll explain later." Stiles sighed. "Will you at least help me found out if he killed her or not?"

"...fine." Scott sighed, but nodded as they turned the corner. Stiles paused.

"Dad senses tingling." His hearing zoned in on the voices. "Ugh, they're making curfews because of the girl's death." He grumbled. Scott shrugged.

"It's probably safer."

"And inconvenient as hell." Stiles nibbled his bottom lip. "I guess they're just doing their jobs." He huffed, thinking. "We should find the other half of the body. At the morgue most likely. Find the original half I saw too. It'll help us to have evidence against Derek when the time comes." He shrugged.

"Sometimes I wonder about our friendship. It's more like partners in crime. But detectives."

"So...Like Sherlock and Watson?" Stiles tilted his head, but seemed overjoyed by the interpretation.

"Yeah. Sherlock and Watson."

"Man, that's so gay." Stiles punched his shoulder, apologising instantly when Scott yelped. He had to get a grip on his strength. They continued walking to their locker when Stiles noticed Lydia introducing the jocks to Allison.

"Dude, isn't that your crush?" Scott did look quite annoyed.

"Yeah I guess...She's my girlfriend, I should trust her, shouldn't I?" He said instead.

"It was one date Scott, did you even kiss?" Stiles scoffed.

"Yeah."

"Then go show those jocks that she's yours! You're terrible at this. Woo the princess idiot." Stiles pushed him in Allison's direction, making Scott stumble and bump into her. He caught her around the waist though, mumbling an apology.

"Hey, Scott." She smiled happily at his approach, leaning into the arm lingering around her waist. Scott chuckled nervously, but he looked so lovesick that Stiles wanted to gag playfully.

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Stiles snuck around outside of the Hale Mansion, letting his nose lead him to anything suspicious. The bitter, sharp smell from the night Derek got shot assaulted his nose, making him wrinkle it in disgust. He questioned why on earth the scent would be near a werewolves house, following it until he found another smell. Like that of copper, rich and choking when he got close enough to the newly dug up hill of dirt next to the house.

He had to call Scott.

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After their call, they agreed to meet at the hospital. Scott was going to distract his mum if needed so Stiles could sneak into the morgue. It was surprisingly easy to sneak in, which Stiles found concerning. Then again, not like people stole bodies from it in the first place. Not in Beacon Hills.