The Phoenix

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Mac's POV

I woke up to hear my phone ringing. Scott's name flashed across the screen. The call ended before I could answer. I scrolled through my call log, seeing multiple missed calls from Scott and Issac. This isn't good. I quickly called him back.

"Scott what's up with the calls? Is something wrong?" I asked, turning on my lamp by the bed.

"It's Stiles. Something's wrong." Scott said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, flipping the covers off myself. I put on my house shoes and made my way toward Stiles' room.

"He's missing." Scott said. I looked at the phone in shock then ran out of my room. I practically ripped open Stiles' door to see it empty. It was a mess, and the red yarn he had on his crime board was pinned to his bed and streched out to multiple pictures on the wall. What the hell?

"I'll call Noah." I said but Scott yelled at me not to before I could make another move.

"Stiles asked us not to tell his dad." Scott said. I groaned in frustration. "Hold on, he's calling back." I waited with bated breath as my brother talked to Stiles on the other line. I'm hoping the call ends with a 'Haha, got you.' Scott got back on the phone, his voice didn't hold relief. He informed me that he and Isaac were heading over. We got off the phone, just as I heard a car pull up. I ran downstairs hoping it was my spazzy roomate, but it turned out to be Lydia and Thing 1.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, maybe Stiles called them too.

"I heard Stiles asking for help." Lydia asked.

"He called you?" I asked.

"No, she literally heard him. It's her banshee thing." Aiden said.

"Look, I got to show you guys something." I said and led them to Stiles' room. I watched Lydia and Aiden's face fill with confusion and shock. Before we could say anything my brother and my best friend entered the room. I went to get dressed while they figured out a plan.

"Mac, come on. We're going to the station." Isaac called out, and I followed Scott and Isaac out of the house. When we got to the station, the first thing we did was run past the front to Noah's office.

"Woah, what are you kids doing here?" Noah asked.

"Stiles is missing." I said. Noah's face dropped. Scott explained the phone call to Noah. Noah leaned over one of his deputy's desk, his face somber.

"Come on. If his Jeep is gone, that's where we start. Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep. Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could've gotten into while sleepwalking. It's the coldest night of the year so far. So If he's out their barefoot in just a T-shirt, he could already be hypothermic. Let's move fast. Let's think fast." Noah said to his deputies and turned to the three teenagers in the room. "The three of you, come with me. Okay. Is there anything you need to tell me that I can't tell anyone out there?" He asked us after we followed in his office.

"Lydia knew he was missing." Scott said. 

"Can she help find him?" Noah asked.

"Well, she's working on it." Isaac said. 

"Anything else?" Noah asked.

 "I called Derek and Allison for help." I said. I called the pair on the way here. They were both quick to lend their services. 

"Can you find him by scent?" Noah asked looking at the two supernatural with superior smelling.  Before either could respond, there was a knock on the door.