Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 47

The end of summer came and, so came graduation. I was stood in front of Stiles' Jeep, the boy believing I had gone home to Christine after the Ghost Rider incident. When he came outside, he looked so surprised that I was there. He hurried over to Roscoe and picked me up by my thighs and quickly sat me on the hood of his car, his lips immediately setting his lips onto mine with the greatest smile.

"So, no more High School." He nodded and continued to smile. "You still planning on going to intern with the FBI?" He nodded again and I smiled. "Want to get an apartment down there with me?" I smiled softly. "We're going to the same place after all." His smile faltered before growing massively, pulling me down and spinning me around.

"Pre-FBI..."

"Yeah." Stiles smiled softly as he spoke to Scott, his arm around my waist as I rest my head on my boyfriend's shoulder.

"Well, I guess we're not the same kids running around the woods looking for a body."

I smiled sadly, realising our time in Beacon Hills may have come to an end.

"No, we're not." Stiles pulled his keys out of his pocket and handed the Jeep one to Scott.

"You can keep the jeep."

"no, no, I want you to have it."

"But Stiles, these aren't the keys to the Jeep."

"No, uh, that's one to your house, another to your room, uh, the master key to the school, animal clinic, sheriff's station. Just figured you should have all the copies I secretly made, so..." Stiles finally handed over the Jeep keys. "They still need us."

"They'll always need us."

I leaned my into Stiles a little more, really trying not to cry.

"And you know I...I need you, you know that." Stiles said to Scott and I smiled, both boys then looking to me as I was about to die. "And I'll always need you.

"Who knows what would have happened without you and your powers." Scott added. We piled into the Jeep.

"I'm gonna miss you, Scott."

"Gonna miss you too, (N/n)."

"Unit four repeat. You're telling me there's a body in the woods?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. There's a body in the woods.-" My brown eyed boyfriend turned off the radio. I laughed.

"High School started with just the three of us and a body...look how it's ended. Thing's always come full circle..." Scott agreed with my statement while Stiles nodded. "So...Are we going to end this properly and go look for it or...?" Stiles set his hand on my leg with a chuckle as Scott sighed with a smile, Roscoe pulling out of the lot.

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I happily dropped onto the couch beside Stiles with a smile. Stiles was sat in the corner while his arm was hooked over the back of the couch, his phone in his other hand. He looked up when I cuddled into his side, throwing my legs over his.

"You excited?" I nodded as I stole his phone from his hand and tossed it onto the coffee table. "Happy we moved here?" I nodded again, moving my body to face him a little more and shifting to settle onto his lap while facing him. Stiles' arms looped around my waist and pulled me into him a little more.

"Shall we go then?" Stiles was smartly dressed in a white button up shirt, a black tie, black trousers and a pair of black dress shoes while I was in a similar shirt, a black pencil skirt and a pair of black heels.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded and slipped from his lap to stand up, only for him to sit up and pull me into him enough to plant a quick kiss to my lips. A small smile graced my lips as I returned the gesture. As I kissed him too, he quickly pulled my hair from a ponytail so my hair flowed freely over my shoulders. I poked my tongue onto his lips, playfully, He chuckled and picked up both our phones before following me out of the door with his bag on one shoulder and mine in his hand. Stiles handed me my bag and we headed over to my car, Derek's old sleek black one.

I took a seat beside Stiles and crossed one leg over the other, elegantly flicking through the case files we were handed. Beside me, my boyfriend was pulling FBI branded stuff out of his bag. I rolled my eyes, amused, as he mouthed the words our 'lecturer' was saying.

"You'll find three words on the official FBI seal; loyalty, courage, integrity. These are the qualities we expect of all our interns, the qualities we demand of you during your six months with us." I lightly brushed my foot against Stiles' leg to try and ease his excitement. Stiles tried to suppress his smile but let it show as he quickly kissed my cheek while I was reading. I smiled. "Loyalty, courage, integrity. You'll join actual Federal Agents as we investigate everything from white-collar crime to terrorism..." Our speaker changed the slides to show multiple crim scene images.

"International and domestic?" I lightly bumped Stiles' leg to tell him to shush.

"Uh, yes, exactly. We're also part of a task force to catch kidnappers, murderers..."

"Serial killers?" Stiles got another warning bump to his leg as he opened his water bottle to take a sip.

"Yes, even serial killers."

"Sorry, I'll raise my hand next tim-, I'm sorry, continue." Stiles finally began to drink, shutting himself up. I sighed with a small smile and continued to read, the speaker switching slides again.

"One recent manhunt had our Crisis Response Team chasing down a bizarrely feral unsub in the wilderness of North Carolina." The description caught my attention and I kept a listen out, although continuing to read, that was until Stiles sprayed out all of the water in his mouth. When the girl he had spat onto turned around, I quickly apologised while Stiles collected himself. I glanced to the brief video playing on the screen and tentatively raised my hand. Stiles had his mouth covered and was staring at the screen while I was sat there wide eyed and trying to lift the side of my skirt to a point where you couldn't see the tattoo on my hip that matched the one on Derek's back, in both design and size. "Is there a problem, uh,...Young man?" Mis shook his head. "Very well. Miss?"

"What is he wanted for?" I asked, worried and curious.

"Murder. Mass murder." I took a deep breath and nodded. My loving partner saw the cogs turning in my head, trying to figure out what on earth he was doing in North Carolina. Stiles leaned over to me.

"Did he tell you why he was leaving Beacon Hills?" I shook my head.

"No. Just said I could stay in the loft if I wanted to stay in Beacon Hills while he's gone."

My hand shot up.

"Yes?"

"Do you know who he is? Was it one murder? A trail? Other people, or just him?"