ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ °Stiles Stilinski° Teen Wolf

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🔻Melody🔻

I stand in the station looking at Sheriff Stilinski with sadness as his breathing gets heavy after receiving the news about Stiles. I can see he's fighting back tears and is trying to remain calm. He takes a few deep breaths before turning back to us. "If his Jeep is gone, that's where we start. Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep."

The deputy nods before starting to write something down. "Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sublevel building that he could've gotten into while sleepwalking. It's the coldest night of the year so far. So if he's out there barefoot in just a T-shirt, he could already be hypothermic."

I clutch the hem of my jacket tightly and keeping telling myself that'll we'll find him, he's gonna be okay. "Let's move fast. Let's think fast. The two of you, come with me," he says to Scott and Isaac. "Oh, Melody is aware of the... Situation," Scott says and the sheriff turns to look at me.

"Melody? Yeah, Stiles has told me a little about you. Alright come on," he says and I follow him into his office. He closes the door and turns to us. "Okay. Is there anything you need to tell me that I can't tell everybody out there?"

"Lydia knew he was missing."

"Can she help find him?"

"She's working on it," Isaac asks and I take a seat, covering my face with my hands. "Anything else?"

"I called Derek and Allison for help."

"Can you find him by scent?" There's a knock on the door, I lift my head and Parrish comes in. "We got it, sir. We found the Jeep." Stilinski, Scott, and Isaac rush out only for Scott to race back in. "You coming?" I shake my head, feeling like I can't get enough air into my lungs.

"No... I-I..." I look down at my hands and realize they won't stop shaking. My heart is pounding against my ribcage like a sledgehammer. It gets worse when I remember Aiden's words, "You guys remember she gets these feelings when someone's about to die, right?"

"Melody?" He asks but it feels like his voice is a million miles away. "Scott!" Isaac calls and I try to take deep breaths, to calm myself down but it isn't working. My vision becomes blurry with tears and a strangled sob comes out of my mouth. "I've got her, both of you go."

I hear departing footsteps and I try to blink away my tears but they just leave trails down my cheeks. "Hey, it's okay. Breathe, just breathe. They'll find him," a gentle voice says and I feel them place their hand on my shoulder. "I-I know... they will. I'm just... I'm t-terrified of what... they might f-find," I say between gasps.

"Are you his girlfriend?" He asks and I glance over at him, seeing that it's Parrish who's next to me. "I don't really... K-know what I am..." I wipe the tears off my cheeks. "Well, you need to stay positive okay? Cause whatever happens he's going to need you guys." I nod and sit silently while my breathing slowly returns to normal.

"Do you think you're okay now?"

"I'm feeling a little better," I say softly and he nods, standing up, and returning to his desk. I get up and leave Sheriff Stilinski's office, praying for a miracle. A few minutes later a man comes in with his left arm in a sling. He stops at Parrish's desk and looks down at him. "Where is everyone? We get a lead on our sword wielding maniac?"

"Nope. But we've got posters up all over town for your guy," Parrish says nodding his head towards the wanted posters, not seeming to really care what this man wants. "Not exactly how I described him to the sketch artist."

"Well, you're not exactly the highest priority of the night, Agent McCall." Agent McCall? He's Scott's dad? "What does that mean? What's the high priority?"