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Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: I know this chapter is a lot shorter than what you're used to and normally I wouldn't post such short chapters, but I received some not so good news about one of my pets and I'm going to be honest: that news made it harder for me to work on this chapter. I didn't want to end up writing a crap chapter so I figured it was better to deliver a short but decent chapter instead of making you wait longer and perhaps get a shit one instead.
So my apologies for the short chapter, but I figured it was better than nothing. The good news is that you won't have to wait that long anymore to find out who's behind all this.
Warnings: Nothing in particular I think
I hope you'll like it (despite the shortness of it)
Chapter 37
His phone ringing had him immediately dropping his book and snatching his phone from the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Derek getting up from the kitchen table and making his way to the couch.
"It's dad," Stiles confirmed the unspoken question in Derek's eyes and put the phone on speaker as the older man sank down next to him.
"Yeah, dad?"
The Sheriff's sigh caused the line to crackle softly for a moment. "Well, we're finished here."
"Did you find out anything else?" Stiles asked tersely.
"Not really. He could only tell us what he told you three," dad answered wearily. "He'd been approached by our suspect and asked to take pictures of you whenever he saw you outside. Every evening he had to send those pictures through; in exchange, he would get some money."
"And he never thought it was weird that a complete stranger was asking him to take pictures of someone he doesn't know?" Derek growled. "What the hell have his parents been teaching him?"
"Rest assured, I had a talk with the parents as well," Dad said darkly. "They had no idea their son was doing this and I imagine he's going to get quite a scolding and a lecture about stranger danger."
A part of Stiles wanted to jump on that topic and explain that in most cases it wasn't actually a stranger taking away a kid, but often someone they trusted like a friend or a family member, but he forced himself to focus on the most important thing right now.
"So what now? What's going to happen now?" he asked, biting down on his lip.
"I'm going to increase the amount of patrolling around your neighbourhood," Dad said, followed by the sound of a car door opening and shutting again. "So far that guy hasn't set foot in town – as far as we know anyway – but the fact that he's approached this kid whose grandmother's house is near one of the borders … He's getting closer and I definitely don't like that."
"Neither of us do," Stiles muttered; a twitch going through him when a warm hand started massaging his back, the pressure and heat making him relax a bit in spite of the current conversation topic.
"So more patrolling around your block and around every border of the town. If this guy is planning on coming through after all, we're going to give him a nice welcome," Dad continued grimly.
Stiles wondered if he'd just imagined the sound of a gun cocking.
"According to the kid, he's supposed to meet the suspect in an hour to receive his money. We're going to check out the place now and some of my men will hide themselves. The moment this bastard shows himself, we'll have him."
"And what if he doesn't show up?" Stiles questioned; his stomach performing an uncomfortable flip.
He normally should show up; there was no way for him to know that Peter had found the kid and interrogated him. But he'd also shown before that he was really hard to catch – what if he escaped again?
What if someone in this town …
"Then we still keep an eye on the borders," Dad said firmly. "One way or the other we will find this son of a bitch, son, I promise. He's also getting closer to town, which will make it easier for us to find him."
His walkie-talkie crackled in the background and unintelligible murmuring came through it.
"All right, we're leaving now to scout the place. I'll call you when I'm home, okay?" Dad said, accompanied by the noise of several car doors falling shut.
"Yeah, all right," Stiles mumbled, worrying the hangnail of his thumb between his teeth.
"Talk to you later, son," Dad said, his voice audible softening.
"Yeah, stay safe."
"What are you thinking about?" Derek asked when the call ended.
"Just …" Stiles trailed off, wondering whether it was even worth mentioning it. Even if it was the case, it wouldn't really help them figure out who was behind all this.
"Just what?"
"I was thinking that maybe this guy is getting help from inside," Stiles answered reluctantly, throwing one more look at his phone. The screen had completely darkened by now and he put it back on the table.
"Because he manages to escape every time?" Derek realised, frowning slightly.
"Partly, yeah, but also because that would explain why he went after my car when that boy had stolen it," Stiles said and ran a hand through his hair. His hair was getting longer again; he'd need to have a haircut soon unless he wanted to look like some insane person. "It's weird that he knew where to find the Jeep that day – unless it was just a coincidence and nobody is helping him, but the guy just had 'luck'. Or well, not really luck considering he got the wrong guy. And if nobody's helping him, is he staying near the borders then, keeping an eye on the road? But if that was the case, then someone – Peter or one of the deputies – would have found him by now, wouldn't they have?"
"I guess we might find out soon whether he has someone helping him or not," Derek said darkly; his frown deepening.
"Yeah," Stiles sighed and turned towards him, pressing himself up against the older man as much as his rounded belly would allow him. Wrapping his arms around Derek's neck, he mumbled, "Sometimes I wish we could just leave here and go somewhere else. Somewhere where people aren't trying to kill me or use me or whatever."
Warms hands descended on his back. "We could leave, you know, if you really want to," Derek said; his deep voice calm and soothing, chest rumbling against Stiles' ear. "Make a new start somewhere else."
"Nah, we can't," Stiles sighed, rubbing his forehead back and forth against the wolf shifter's shoulder. "We've got our family here, our friends, our pack … The Nemeton." He huffed softly. "There's no way I can leave the Nemeton behind, you know what Deaton said."
"Maybe not move elsewhere," Derek conceded; his hands slowly rubbing up and down Stiles' back. "But once this blows over, what do you say about going away on a holiday? For a week or so. Just the two of us."
Stiles smiled, the idea of a vacation spent relaxing with Derek alone lightening his spirits a bit. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"We're going to be all right," Derek muttered, kissing his temple and nuzzling it.
Stiles could only hope he was right.
Dad's discovery later that evening wasn't that surprising, but it didn't make Stiles any less disappointed either.
Somehow their suspect had known the boy had been caught by Peter. Despite lying in wait for hours, nobody showed up to give the boy his promised money and messages asking after his whereabouts were met with a message that the number was no longer in service.
Yeah, Stiles couldn't say he hadn't expected bullshit like this to happen. Somehow it would have felt way too easy if his stalker could have been caught like that. Whoever it was, he knew a lot – whether or not that was because he had someone on the inside remained to be seen.
Stiles watched a police car slowly drive through the street and turn around the corner, its red taillights gleaming in the darkness for a couple of seconds before the car disappeared from view.
It was the second one in less than two hours – even if he didn't want to admit it aloud, clearly dad was very worried about this guy.
Warm arms wounded around him, large hands cupping his belly, and he leant back against Derek's chest; the older man's stubble pricking his skin when he rested his chin on Stiles' shoulder.
"What do you say of making it an early night?" Derek suggested quietly.
There was still the faintest hint of claws resting against Stiles' stomach though they didn't even prick through his shirt. When dad had called to inform them grimly that the man had never shown up, Derek had accidentally wolfed out, even having to leave the room for a moment to calm down.
That was the upside of being a pessimist, Stiles mused despondently. He hadn't reacted that badly to the news simply because he had prepared himself for it.
Casting one more look outside, he closed the curtains and nodded. "Yeah, let's go to sleep."
"I'm back in Beacon Hills," was the first thing Lydia said when he picked up his phone.
He grinned, amused in spite of still being exhausted after the baby had kept him up nearly the entire night with her kicking. She'd only settled down once Derek had started talking to her; it figured she would be a daddy's girl – or would it be papa's girl? Hm, they really should figure out the whole naming system before she was actually born.
"I figured, considering you're calling me now," he said amused.
She clucked her tongue. "I'll be busy unpacking my belongings this weekend and Jordan is coming over as well. But coming Monday, you and I are going to meet up and discuss your baby shower."
"You know, you really don't have to organise one," Stiles remarked idly, watching the traffic light turn green.
"Stiles, sweetie, you can't have a baby without a decent baby shower," she spoke condescendingly.
Anyone else using that tone with him would have got an earful, but all he felt now was a rush of affection for the no nonsense girl on the other end of the line. No matter what kind of bullshit life was throwing at him, he could count on Lydia to help him keep distracted.
"Fine, I guess, but I don't know anything about how to organise one," he replied, tugging at the seatbelt to give his stomach a bit more room.
"That's why you have me," she stated. "Like I would let you blunder through organising one on your own, please," she scoffed.
"I really should have known better," he snickered. "But I'm pretty sure you're going to have to wrestle the leadership over the baby shower away from Erica – maybe even from Derek's mom too."
"Let them try," she replied, sounding both airily and ominously at the same time. A gift only she had. At her end of the line a doorbell rang and she hummed. "That's Jordan. I've got to go now, but I'm seeing you on Monday. I'll be coming to your new place – it's time I did a thorough inspection of that one anyway, I might as well combine it with organising the baby shower."
"It's literally just Derek's apartment," he retorted a tad exasperatedly. "There's nothing wrong with it that would require your inspection."
"Let me be the judge of that," she sniffed and there was the muffled sound of bare footsteps padding down a staircase. "I'll see you on Monday and sweetie, make sure you're presentable by the time I arrive, hm?"
She hung up before Stiles could ask when she was planning on stopping by. Knowing her, it probably would be way too early and he grimaced. Guess he would need to set an alarm to make sure he was awake on time.
"So that's why Parrish wanted to take the day off," Dad mused from the backseat. He'd chosen to hitch a ride with them instead of driving a separate car. Considering they were going to the same destination anyway, it made more sense for him to join them in the car.
"Only the day, not the weekend?" Stiles questioned curiously, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. "Prepare yourself for the Lydia hurricane on Monday."
Derek grunted; a glint of amusement in his eyes while he turned the car around the corner. "At least she's warning us ahead – better than her just showing up," he remarked dryly.
"Don't give her any ideas," Stiles muttered.
"I was willing to give him the weekend off, especially considering the overtime he's already put in, but he said he would feel too guilty," Dad sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Maybe next time I should threaten him with suspension if he doesn't take off more time than just a day."
"He's probably the only one you have to threaten with suspension in order to get him to stay home," Stiles snickered, rubbing the right side of his belly when his baby kicked him firmly.
"I definitely can't claim he doesn't have any work ethics," Dad muttered.
"We're here," Derek announced, parking the car underneath the shade of the building.
Not that it was that much cooler in the shade, but at least the burning sun wouldn't be aimed straight at the car.
"All right, dad, ready to see your granddaughter? Do you have a handkerchief in case you're going to cry?" Stiles grinned teasingly, unfastening his seatbelt. He couldn't stop a sigh of relief escaping him when the pressure around his stomach was removed.
It wasn't like the seatbelt was digging that harshly into his belly, but the absence of it could be clearly felt; his belly seemingly have more room now.
Dad rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car. "Please, I've seen her on an ultrasound before and I didn't cry then, did I?"
"Pretty sure you got misty-eyed back then, dad," Stiles reminded him and received a slight cuff around his head in response, which only made him grin harder.
They would see Doctor Lea for his next appointment. He had made a call to her office yesterday and surprisingly she'd had a free slot today at one thirty. Derek had made a quick call to the Sheriff to ask whether he could take some time off, seeing as the older man had said he wanted to join them at their next appointment. It hadn't taken long for dad to decide he was going to accompany them, the hour be damned.
The air-conditioning buzzing lowly in the waiting room felt heavenly even if the chairs were a bit uncomfortable; the thin cushions doing a poor job of hiding how hard the seats were. They'd just been sitting there for five minutes tops when the door to Doctor Lea's office opened and two children – no older than six years at most – came spilling out, singing some kind of song very off tune, with their mother closely following behind them, looking exhausted and keeping one hand pressed against her large stomach.
The woman nodded at them with a faint smile before ushering her two children out of the door, not a moment too soon as their high voices were reaching even higher pitched notes and they seemed to be screaming more than actually singing now.
"They're definitely not going to win an Idol contest any time soon," Dad muttered, rubbing his temples.
"Let's hope our daughter gets the singing ability from mom," Stiles said, remembering how his mother had sung countless lullabies to him whenever he had had a hard time falling asleep or hadn't been feeling well.
Some of them had been in Polish and while he'd never understood what the songs had been about, they had never failed to calm him down upon hearing them being sung in his mother's soft, sweet voice.
"She really did have an amazing voice," Dad said wistfully.
"Mister Stilinski, Mister Hale?" Doctor Lea appeared in the doorway, smiling friendly. "It's time for your appointment. You with them, sir?" she asked dad, who nodded.
"Yeah, I'm the grandfather. Is it okay if I join them for the appointment?"
"Of course, it's a calm weekend anyway, so I don't mind." She beckoned for them to follow.
"Keep your handkerchief ready, dad," Stiles smirked.
Dad just rolled his eyes.
But when Stiles was on the examination table, his stomach bared and gel spread out across it, the screen showing the clear outline of his daughter waving her arms around, there was no way for dad to hide how he briefly turned around to dab his eyes dry.
Stiles' eyes met Derek's and they both shared a smile; their hands interlaced as they watched their daughter fuss around on the monitor while Lea told them cheerfully that both he and their baby girl were doing fine.
No matter what bullshit was going on in their lives now, this quiet moment was theirs.
AN2: So yes, again my apologies for the shortness of it. The next one should normally be longer.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter. Stay safe and take care of yourself!
Cuddles
Melissa
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