Stiles leaned back in his desk chair. His dark hair falling across his face. What was the point in being a Supernatural Investigator if there was nothing supernatural to investigate? He blew out a sigh and spun around in his swivel chair. Perhaps he could continue with his research. His boring research that never lead to anything supernatural. He let out a frustrated groan and spun back into his desk. Maybe he'd find something this time.
Pulling up a news, Stiles began looking through the headlines. Same old, same old. Politics... wars... nothing new. Stiles hears his dad on a phone call. Some body was found by some joggers in the woods. And get this it was only half the body! Oh, he and Scott were definitely going to look for the other half- His dad calls out that he's leaving, Stiles picks up his phone to call Scott.
His phone starts buzzing in his hand.
It's an unknown caller. He's half tempted to just not answer but his curiosity gets the best of him.
"Hello, this is Stiles speaking."
There's light breathing on the other line.
"Are you the investigator?" A man's gruff voice calls out.
"Eh you make me sound really cool, not that I'm not. But yes," Stiles clears his throat. "I am 'the investigator' if you are looking to investigate something extraordinary, supernatural you could say."
The man grumbles, and there's a pause before he speaks again.
"Would you be interested in a case?"
Stiles is ecstatic, he's never gotten a paid case before. Hell he's never even found a proper case before. He legs are bouncing up and down and the man on the line clears his throat clearly expecting an answer.
"I'll need the details first. Don't want to agree to something I normally wouldn't." Stiles says. He would've jumped on the chance to actually act for once but he didn't want to get ahead of himself. This man could be a murderer for all he knew. The man on the other ends sighs.
"My sister was killed, I know it wasn't anyone... human. I need you to find out who did it." The man answered. Stiles nodded frantically then upon realising the man couldn't see him, he agreed.
"Yeah I can work with that. Depending on the scale of things, I'll tell you the price after I figure it out. Say, we can start tomorrow. Any time suits me. Now this doesn't mean I'm fully accepting, I need more details and I'm not very good over the phone." Stiles stops his ramble not wanting to dump too much stuff on the man.
The man grunted. "Fine by me."
"Great! Em... how about 3pm at Argent Coffee?" Stiles tried to not sound too excited.
"No." The man said almost immediately. "You can come round to my place at 5. I'll text you the address." The caller seemed to be getting ready to hang up so Stiles stumbled out, "Wait! I never got your name."
"Alrighty Derek, I'll see ya tomorrow at 5." Stiles said, wondering if this guy was gonna murder him tomorrow. He'd tell Scott just in case.
Derek grumbled a goodbye through the other line and hung up.
Whooop! Stiles got his first real case! He's doing a victory dance when he gets a text from the same number, giving him the address. Stiles replies to the text with,
I'll be there.
-Stiles xoxo
And he's back to celebrating. He better go tell Scott! Stiles is about to shut his laptop when he pauses. Perhaps he should do a background check first. Sitting back down in his chair, he wheels himself towards the desk. Before typing the name, Derek Hale into the search bar. First thing that comes up, reminds Stiles why the name seemed familiar.
The Hale fire, god how could he forget. He remembers the devastated look on teenage Derek's face in the Sheriff's office. Stiles stiffens, Laura. Derek's sister. The only other Hale family member who survived with no comatose state. Derek had said his sister was killed. OH holy hell. Derek was the last Hale left, no wonder he sounded... lost. Stiles' stomach bubbled with empathy but he continued digging. Upon finding nothing out of the ordinary, Stiles sighs.
He's not feeling as happy about the case now. Although he picks up the phone anyway and clicks on Scott's familiar number. It goes to voicemail, so Stiles decides to pay Scott a visit.
Stiles managed to convince Scott to help him search for the other half of the body. By hanging from Scott's moms porch and scaring the daylights out of both of them. Oh and almost getting hit by a baseball bat and Scott doesn't even play baseball.
"Come on, Scotty! This body ain't gonna find itself."
Stiles was answered by the wheezing of the other man, who took another puff of his inhaler before replying.
"Stiles I got college tomorrow, plus try outs for the lacrosse team. Can't we just pack it up?"
Stiles grumbled. "What's the point? You were always a bench warmer in high school. What makes you think college would be any different?"
"Don't be so pessimistic, Stiles. This year of college, is gonna be my year." Scott replied scrambling after the other man. Stiles trekked ahead.
"Yeah yeah. You said that last year and the year before."
Scott sighed. "I'm telling you man. I feel it."
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked stuffing his hands into the pockets of his red hoodie, trailing behind the other man. Stiles paused his stride, flashlight sending it's beam all around.
"Huh, didn't even think about that." He laughs awkwardly.
Scott continued, "And uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here." Stiles nods. "Also something I didn't think about."
"Comforting, to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott said sarcastically as they began to climb a steep small hill. "I know." Stiles said exasperated. Who can blame him? He was excited about his case and well the thought of finding a dead body.
"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one to hold the flashlight?" Scott asked, taking in a ragged breath and shaking his inhaler. Stopping for a second to lean against a tree.
Lights flickered through the woods and the two boys ducked down. There was distant barking and many flickers of different flashlights. Clearly the boys weren't the only ones to look for the body.
Stiles smiled and switched off his flashlight. "Okay come on," He exclaimed and scrambled up. "Stiles!" Huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf but asthmatic. Scott took a puff of his medicine, following Stiles. "Wait up!"
The pale boy continued running, "Stiles!" Scott hissed, calling out. But Stiles continued running, hopping over tree roots and mud. The boys keep on running and Scott calls out again for Stiles. The moled investigator slows and looks back.
A dog barks, and a flashlight shines in Stile's face. He flinched and exclaimed in surprise, tripping over in fright and falling to the ground. The dog barks more at Stiles, he flings around as if trying to fight off the noise.
"Hang on. Hang on." A voice said. "This delinquent belongs to me."
Stiles scrambled up, breathing deeply.
"Dad, how you doing."
"So you uh listen to all my phone calls?" The sheriff asked.
"No... Not the boring ones."
The older Stilinski looks around. "So where's your usual partner in crime?"
Stiles shrugs slightly. "Who? Scott? Scott's home." The younger Stilinski lied. "Said he wanted to get a good nights sleep for his first day back at college tomorrow." Stiles breathed out, "S' just me in the woods...Alone."
The sheriff turns away from his son. "Scott? You out there?" The man calls for Scott a few times. The other boy was no where in sight.
"Well, young man." Sheriff Stilinski steps over to his son, grabbing him by the back of the neck. "I'm gonna walk you back to you're car. And you and I, are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy."
Stiles stands outside the address. He's bouncing on his heels outside the door, laptop and things he thought he'd need placed in his bag. "Okay Stiles... Just knock. You can do this." He mutters to himself and knocks three times at the door. He's early by 20 minutes but better early than late right? After about a minute, the door opens.
And standing there is a very sweating very sexy Derek Hale. Stiles swallows the lump in his throat as his eyes graze over Derek's topless form. "Sorry I'm early." Stiles said trying not to stare at Derek's abs.
The other man grumbles, his toned skin glistening with sweat. "Come in. Get yourself settled in the living room, I'm gonna take a quick shower." Derek steps back from the door and invites Stiles in. He quickly takes in the place, maybe a spare house Derek's family had. It was clean and any signs of living there was scarce.
Derek noted that this Stiles, was one of the guys from earlier whose friend needed his inhaler. Who he had told off for being on private property.
Stiles finds himself standing awkwardly in the living room. For once in his life his brain was blank, utterly blank. Well except for the permanent image of shirtless Derek Hale ingrained into his mind forever. Perhaps an image he'd later reflect on once he was out of the man's house.
Derek gestures wordlessly to the stiff looking grey couch. Then stalks away, Stiles immediately misses the look of those sleek abs. But with his main distraction gone, he managed to get settled.
Stiles was bouncing his leg up and down, waiting in anticipation. When Derek came back, fully clothed but black hair still wet. Stiles had his stuff, which consisted of his laptop and a few notebooks and pens, scattered on the coffee table.
Derek approached the hyperactive man.
"Ah geez!" Stiles exclaimed, "How are you so silent?" The Stilinski was clutching his chest, grumbling under his breath about people scaring him.
"Okay so. Where do we begin?" Stiles asked.
Derek stood beside the couch with a slight twinkle in his eye at being able to scare Stiles.
"I'll give you a run down." Derek said.
"I know a werewolf killed her to become alpha. But I've scouted the area and there's no other scents-"
"Woah woah woah. You're a werewolf??" Stiles asked, completely shocked.
Derek tilted his head at Stiles. "I thought you investigated supernatural stuff."
"Yeah, yeah I do." Stiles reassured. "You're just the first werewolf I've met. Well first one I met that I knew was a werewolf who knows maybe Ms. Kelly really was a werewolf, sure seemed the type. Like you do. I mean- Uh..." Stiles cheeks heated as he blabbed.
Derek scowled, he was beginning to question his choice at involving this man. And what even was he doing in the woods earlier. How had his friend managed to lose his inhaler?
"Right. Well my sister was killed by a werewolf, she was slashed apart by claws. Severing her body in half."
Stiles eyes widened, so the body he was looking for, that Scott found last night was Laura. Guilt began forming in his gut. He was so fascinated over the body, he forgot that the body was once human (or should he say werewolf) too.
"Okay. So werewolves. Some guy killed her for her alpha status. You got anything visual I can work with?"
Stiles cringed slightly, avoiding asking directly if Derek had any pictures of his sister's dead body.
It's no surprise that Derek shakes his head.
"Alright. So we visit the morgue or more I visit the morgue. Get a look, try and determine the size of this werewolf. Maybe it left a claw or something, which we can use to DNA test it or something. Do DNA tests work on werewolves? When you guys shift is it like fully or just-" Stiles stuck out his hands mimicking claws. "-awoo?"
Derek scowls and gives him a quizzical look. "Some of us shift fully, most though gain facial hair, fangs, claws, pointed ears and glowing eyes. And I don't know about the DNA thing."
Stiles nods as if that makes complete sense to him. "Alright so beta, gold. Alpha, red. What else?"
"Blue means you've killed someone innocent, by accident or deliberate."
In response, Derek's eyes glow blue. A contrast to his usual hazel eyes.
"Wow okay." Stiles heartbeat accelerates. He knew it wasn't supposed to be attractive but damn that was hot. Also maybe a little threatening, since Derek had killed someone innocent.
Derek mistakes it as fear and scowls more. Stiles notes that Derek likes to scowl.
Stiles reaches onto the table and begins scribbling in one of the smaller notebooks.
"Right, anything else you'd like to add?"
Stiles nods, closing the notebook and pulling his computer onto his lap. He pulls up webpages on werewolf lore. Sure he knew the gist of it. But with a case, came research.
"Sooo. If I pull up some info on werewolves, could you verify it for me?"
Derek scowls again, he had thought they were finished. Clearly not.
"Fine."
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