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A/N This has been a LOOOONG time coming. I originally wrote this back in August and it has sent back and forth from me to Anna to me to Andy to me to Anna. Double and triple checking every change that was made.

I hope you enjoy the work we put into this chapter.

A Grimm Visit

Chapter 7

Day four of The Kidnapping starts off with Stiles being woken up by his dad leaving early in the morning. Stiles, knowing what has his dad so anxious to get to work early in the morning, just rolls back over in bed to go back to sleep. "Kick some ass," Stiles mumbles into his pillow as his dad leaves.

Last night, after his dad had come back to the hotel, he was in a bad mood. The good news about the case had been dashed as something unexpected had popped up. His dad hadn't said exactly what but Stiles knew it had pretty much trashed their case against the prime suspect(s).

Stiles could only stand his dad's moping for so long before he butted in. So as they ate their food Stiles started asking questions about the case. "What happened?"

His dad had this look that he would wear when he noticed that Stiles had one of his wild ideas and was trying to get him to follow along. It was the look that spoke of how much he knew it wasn't a good idea to listen. It would feed Stiles' ego, but at the moment he had nowhere else to turn to. So Stiles wasn't surprised when his dad hadn't immediately started sharing information. "Oh come on, dad. You know you work better when you have someone to bounce questions and answers off of. It's why Sherlock needs his blogger."

Exasperation was a feeling a person got to know intimately when they were around Stiles and his father was the king of invoking it in his words when responding to him. "You need to stop watching so much TV Stiles. Not everything in the real world works as if in a TV show."

Stiles snorts. "You say that because you don't want to share information with me because you think your new colleagues might not like it. But you know that cops share information with each other and family to get ideas on what they missed." Stiles waves his hands around as he tries to explain, "it's just like with writers. They always need someone to read over their work to show their mistakes–" His dad flinches a little. "–and where they are brilliant and should focus more of their time at in working on the plot and character development."

His dad looks at him, a real long hard look. The look speaks of him slowly falling to Stiles' demands. Stiles knows that his dad is close to breaking and so stays completely still. It takes everything he has to not move a muscle as he is anxious and giddy, wanting to jump up and down in excitement with helping his dad with a real case. Come on, dad. You know you want to.

With a sigh showing how much the burden of the world is laid upon his shoulders his dad caves, "Fine."

Stiles tries to hold back, he really does, but he can't help it and jumps up and down in joy. "Tell me everything," Stiles says with a maniacal gleam in his eyes.

With the file spread out across the little table, they go over the case. Stiles notices that while there are patterns in the method of killing, with some slight differences, that the victims themselves are different. "You said this killer is a sexual predator who has a set target, right?"

His dad flinches at the words sexual predator and Stiles knows it's because his dad wants to protect him from the grisliness of the world. It's his father's instinct to protect his child even from something as innocuous as the idea of the type of bad guys out there in the real world. "Yes. At first the pattern seemed to be brunette women with brown eyes, average weight and height."

"The eye color didn't matter?" Stiles asks curious as he notices that not all the women had brown eyes.

His dad hesitates slightly as he tries to think how to explain the case to Stiles without getting too deep into the method of death. "It didn't seem to, no. Some of the victims had different colored eyes but some had the same."

Stiles taps one of the pictures of a victim and thinks about what sparked the killer(s)' interest and why the eye colors didn't really matter. "Could it have been colored contact lenses? Maybe he saw them with colored contacts when he picked them?"

Stiles' dad leans back in his chair and runs his hand through his hair. "We thought the same at first but we noticed that they didn't have a contact prescription nor did we find contacts on their person or around their residences. Or any evidence that they might have even worn them."

Stiles takes the new information in. "So the eye color doesn't matter."

"No it doesn't," his father puts the nail in the coffin of that theory.

Something had to get the killers' attention. If the eyes didn't matter then something else did. Serial killers had types and once they settled into them they would rarely change up. "What about the hair?" Stiles went on, "You mentioned that the pattern seemed to be following brunette women of average height and weight." Stiles taps on another picture of a victim, "Was it the hair color that mattered?"

His gets up to get another drink. "We think so. One of the victims had blonde hair at the time of her death but it was discovered that she was naturally a brunette."

Say what?! Stiles jerked up, shocked. The pictures of the victims he saw were brunettes. "You think the killer knew that? Knew that she was originally a brunette?"

His dad takes a sip of his drink. "We're under that impression, yes."

This changes things. How did the killer know? "So either the killer knew her personally." Then Stiles thinks on it again, "Or he was watching her before she colored her hair."

His dad nods.

Stiles thinks on this. Of which scenario is more likely? "When did she color her hair?"

His dad's voice is level as he tells him, "Two months before she died."

Damn "Damn." Two months is a long time to stalk someone. But if he did do that... "Where is she in this pattern? At the beginning, end, or middle?" If she was killed more towards the beginning of the victim list then it is more likely that the victim was someone the killer(s) knew. If not, then it shows how determined the killer(s) is to have stalked their victim upwards of two months prior to their death.

Stiles can see that his dad sees where he is going with this. "She's number five. Towards the middle."

Five? Towards the middle? What the fuck? "The middle? How many have you tied to him?" Stiles asks as he starts to look through the victim profiles more closely.

His dad hands him a folder. "Ten, including the men."

Stiles pauses. Men? Men and women? "Men? I thought you said this was a sexual predator? He goes after men too or were they caught at the same scene or opportunistic killings?" Stiles sees that the folder his dad handed him was one of the male victims.

His dad points to a section of the folder. "Separate scenes. No connection to the women either."

No connection? Then why were they killed? Were they targeted as well? Stiles speaks calmly meeting his dad's eyes as he asks his dad the question, "Sexually assaulted as well?"

He knew it would upset his dad but seeing him take a swallow before speaking hesitantly still sent a flash of pain through Stiles' chest."Yeah."

Stiles knows the best thing to do is to pretend he didn't see it. Right now he is not supposed to be Stiles Stilinski, son of his father, but his partner whom he can share his case with."Same pattern as the women? Average height and weight with brunet hair?"

"No," his father denies his theories.

No? Then how are they related? Just the method of death? "No? Then how did you tie their deaths to the deaths of the women?"

His father picks up another folder and flips it open to a specific page."Same pattern in the manner of their death and the type of weapon used."

Stiles looks at the open folders. He notes his dad took out the pictures of the bodies. Probably not ready for him to see that kind of stuff yet. Stiles has seen the burnt crusty body of Peter Hale and the various victims of his. A little blood and guts is not going to make him lose his lunch or get upset. But this is different. This isn't just about the violence of the victims' death but the sexual component to it. His dad is still trying to protect him and Stiles let's him by ignoring the missing evidence and continuing with his questions. "So you're thinking what? Same guy? Or more than one killer working together?"

His dad sits back in his chair looking up at Stiles. "We were thinking a pair of killers. Maybe a man and a woman or two men. They each pick a victim of their type."

It sounds plausible and Stiles knows that it's been done before. But if this was the case then why was his dad so upset? Why wasn't their theory working out? "And the problem is?"

"The main suspect has no one close to him who would fit the profile." Stiles knows his dad says main suspect but it's more than that. Looking at his dad, as he sits in his chair touching his coffee cup and the crinkled lines on his face with his hard set eyes, Stiles can tell that he believes this guy, this main suspect, did it. His dad is upset because he knows who the killer is but he just can't prove it yet.

Looking at the evidence again, the folders, the pictures Stiles tries to think of what else or who else it could be. "Are you sure it's a male killing them?"

The lines at the corner of his dad's face get deeper as he slowly carefully says, "Sexual predator, Stiles."

Stiles hands move in connection with his words. "I know that. But what makes you think it wasn't a woman with a dildo or something?"

Stiles' dad looks at him in shock at what just came out of his mouth. It was a familiar look for Stiles except this time it was tinged with the bright red of the horror of a father discovering his son knew about sex and sex toys. "Stiles!"

Stiles rubs the back of his head slightly as his cheeks start to redden in embarrassment. "What, it's a perfectly reasonable question to ask when you're trying to eliminate suspects."

His father squeaks in a horrified embarrassed manner, "That may be, but I don't want to hear about that from you!"

Stiles looks and calmly replies, "I'm sixteen dad. I knew about sex and sex toys and safe sex since middle school. Sex ed programs, TV, and the internet, plus the talks we had kind of ended the whole innocence of my mind."

Stiles' dad sits there stupefied. He forgot all of that. He still wants to think of Stiles as his little boy. At least until he goes to college.

Stiles looks back at the folders. As much as he wants to crawl under the covers in embarrassment of the conversation, there are more important matters to discuss. "Back to the case. Did you think it might be a woman with sex toys or other implements in which to do object rape?"

A long moment of pause as his dad tries to reason with himself. "Yes."

Stiles looks up. "You did?"

"Yeah," his dad says. "It was one of the theories that Portland PD were investigating, as far-fetched as it seemed, they didn't want to rule anything out. It is one of the reasons that they had the theory that one of the killers, if it is a two-person team doing this, is a woman. Yet, the coroner found miniscule evidence of sperm in one of the more recent victims, a male, from where a condom used in the rape broke. The DNA in it matched one of my cold cases, a female victim, which is why I'm here."

"These rapes, they happened when the victims were alive?" Stiles asked, wanting to be sure exactly what type of sexual predator they were looking at.

Stiles' dad looks at him with his eyes narrowed. "Yes."

"So you have both male and female victims who were sexually assaulted by a male and then killed in the same manner, correct?" Stiles asked his dad.

Stiles' dad nods.

Stiles taps his finger on the table as he looks at pictures of the victims. Something was prickling in his mind. Something that said you know this. "Did the male and female victims differ in their looks, not just hair color?"

Stiles' dad nods again. "The male victims had an athletic build and blond hair. The female victims in contrast had brunette hair, didn't have athletic builds, although they were in shape."

Stiles thought about it. It did sound like there were two different types of victims. "When you say athletic build, do you mean the type of guys who went to the gym and took care of their bodies?"

Stiles' dad sounded unsure of where Stiles was taking this new line of questioning as he answered,"Yeah."

Stiles got a flashback of Danny in his head. "Were they gay?"

Stiles' dad looked at the one of the pictures of the victims and then back up at Stiles' face. "What are you thinking, Stiles?"

Stiles cleared his throat a bit before speaking trying to make sure what he was thinking about the victims and their killers would be properly articulated as the idea came to him. "Well, if you're thinking that it's two men who teamed up to kill the type of victim that they each liked, then maybe the victims themselves moved in the same sort of dating circles?"

Same sort of dating circles? Stiles could see that question in his father's mind just by the expression on his face. "Stiles what do you mean by 'dating circles'?"

"Well typically a stalker goes after someone who could reciprocate their feelings, right? So a straight man goes after a straight woman. Maybe he got brushed off by her and fixates on her?" Stiles looks up with an awkward, hopeful look on his face.

Stiles' dad rubs his hand across his face and sighs. "That could be a theory, but the sexual orientation of the men and women vary."

That's interesting to Stiles. "They vary? How?"

As Stiles asks his questions, his dad listens on with interest and starts thinking that maybe Stiles has a viable idea. "One of the women was in a committed relationship with her wife. A few of the men were gay."

Typically in serial killers there is something about the victims that attracts the killer's attention. Something about them speaks to some need that the killer has that has to be addressed. It's how criminal profilers are able to put together a composite of the killer, their motivations, their modus operandi, the type of victims they go after. There is something that unites the victims into a single category and it is that commonality between them that enables the profilers to figure out how to catch the killer by finding out who they might target next.

The fact that the commonality was different between the men and women speaks to something about the killer(s). As well is the indication of the victim's sexual orientation.

It is here that Stiles finally figures out what it is that is stumping the officers. Why they can't see how everything fits. The victims themselves don't matter. They are just the means in which the killer is able to address that darkness inside themselves. They are objects to fill his need. "So it didn't matter what gender the victims were attracted to, it mattered which one the killer was."

Stiles' dad looks at Stiles as he sees the proverbial gears turning in his son's head. "That's what we figure."

Stiles gazes at the photos of the victims. He moves them around putting them into separate categories, men and women. There is something that unites them."And you can't tie the main suspect to the victims because you need a second killer because of the two types of the victims. Male and female." That's the breaking point. Why men and women as victims? Why both of them?

Stiles' dad nods his head.

Why exactly do they need two male killers? Or a man and a woman team that only lets the man rape the victims. It doesn't make sense. Why two of them? Stiles wonders, tapping his fingers on the table as he looks at the two piles of photos. "They're all killed in the same manner?"

"Basically," Stiles' dad answers as he looks at the pictures. He's sees something there.

Stiles has a thought. The only criteria that is making the officers look for two killers is the two types of victims."If the victims were all the same gender what would you think of the killer?"

What? Stiles' dad lowers his brows, "Stiles what are you talking about?"

Stiles pauses a second, looking at his dad thoughtfully, "You think that there has to be two people involved because the victims are both males and females, right? But why does there have to be two killers?"

Stiles' dad is still unsure of what Stiles is getting at. "What...?"

Stiles starts to get anxious as he tells his dad his theory. "So far, you have got the same method of killing involved in each murder. You have the same manner in which they died." Stiles starts to wave his hands around as he communicates his idea to his dad, "Why would someone pick a victim and then let someone else kill them for them?" This is the part that never made sense to Stiles, why let someone else do the deed for them. "Are they voyeuristic? But then how'd they assert themselves over their victims? Assert their power over them?" Isn't that the whole reason why killers pick their targets? To show the victim that they have control to let them live, to let them die, to choose the method in which their victim will die. It is all about asserting dominance over them. How can the killer assert themselves over the victim they chose if they aren't participating in it? How? What is the payoff to the killer?

Stiles' dad can see that Stiles' theory is on the tip of his tongue. He can see the moment in which everything is about to change. So he asks his son, "What are you thinking?"

Stiles gets a big grin on his face as he finally articulates what he has been trying to explain to his dad. "What if there's only one killer? What if there's only person picking the victims. Both the men and the women?"

Stiles dad sees where his son is going and at once it feels as if it is the most complicated theory and yet the most simple. Occam's Razor showing itself once more. "…Stiles are you saying...?"

Stiles interrupts his dad bursting with excitement and blathering off his theory as fast as he can. "What if your killer is bisexual? He has a certain type for his female victims, average height and weight with brunette hair and another for his men who are athletic in shape and blond? Just because someone is bisexual doesn't mean they don't have a type."

Bisexual? A type? What did he mean? "A type?"

"Yeah. I mean you could have a bisexual male who likes red-headed women with deep brown eyes and average height and weight with genius level intellect and then he likes his men to be more leaner, meaner, with short dark brown hair and green eyes and maybe a little denser in the brains." Stiles scratches his head and his cheeks pinken a little in embarrassment as he realizes who he was describing. Derek is always at the front of his mind lately. Damnit. Nothing to think deeply on here dad. Just me blathering. Don't think of Derek. Don't think of Derek. It's Danny. Please think it's Danny. Please. Please. Think it's Danny.

Stiles' dad looks at him. A tingle of slight foreboding goes up his spine at hearing his son's theory. It sounded too polished to just be a thought at random and the details of the descriptions of the types has him feeling as if he recognizes who he could be describing. The girl fits Lydia Martin, he knows that. But the guy doesn't fit a description of anyone he knows his son hangs out with. Yet, he feels as if he should know who it describes.

Stiles still has a bit of pink in his cheeks and he hopes his dad is thinking that it is because of his massive crush on Lydia. "What? I'm just saying. Just because someone likes both genders doesn't mean he likes them to look the same."

His dad thinks on this. His pondering thoughts being vocalized with a questioning tone as he works through it in his head. "Bisexual, with different victim profiles for his different tastes."

Stiles nods. "Yeah, exactly that." Stiles looks at his dad, "It's the simplest explanation, right? You are certain that this guy did it. But because you think two people are involved and there's no one near him who could fit the profile of the other killer you think something else is wrong. But you know it's him, right?"

"Bisexual." He knows it will fit the profile better, but it's still the thought of the killer being bisexual and having different types of victims that is throwing him. The simplest answer is that it is him, but it's almost unheard of. He's certainly never heard of anything like this before. But maybe that is why he's never heard it before. The rest just got away with it because no one thought about it in this way before.

Stiles is a little frustrated at his dad's preoccupation about the killer being bisexual. "Dad why're you so hung up on that? Not all serial killers are straight men you know. Jeffery Dahmer was as gay as he could be and targeted gay men and little boys." Stiles shivers at the reminder of how so many of his victims met their end. Horrible, painful deaths and then the way the bodies were disposed of... The worst part was about the teenager who nearly got away. If the cops weren't homophobic bigots having a lark that kid and many others would still be alive today.

"There's also been some female serial killers. Even lesbians ones. So why's a bisexual serial killer so far of a stretch?" Stiles reminded his dad, just to make sure he got it in his head that this isn't so far out of the realm of possibility. "Anyone can kill. Anyone can get the taste for it. Why does gender and sexuality matter so much to determine if a person is more or less likely to be a serial killer?"

Stiles can see the moment his dad starts to grudgingly agree with him. "You're right. It does make more sense and there's no reason to not go with it.”

Stiles' sits up straighter and snarks, "Of course I am. Can you say it again so I can recall it over and over again in my mind during the times you are upset at me and doubt my expertise?"

His dad looks at him.

Stiles' speaks with an innocent questioning tone, "What?"

With a tone of exasperated fondness Stiles' dad tells him, "Go to sleep Stiles. It's late."

Stiles knows it's late. His dad came home late anyway and they have been going over the case for quite a while. It might even be considered early early morning. Which is why his tone is worried when he gets up from the table and asks his dad, "You're going to bed soon too, right?"

"In a little bit." Stiles' dad answers as he rearranges the files into their proper order.

Stiles taps his fingers on the top of the chair at the table. "You aren't taking this information to the detectives right away?"

Stiles' dad looks at his watch and answers as he gets out his pad of paper for his notes on the case and opens up a file to look at it again with a new set of eyes. "It's late, they're probably asleep and I want to go over my notes again before I take it to them."

Stiles walks away from the table a few steps but turns as a niggling thought in mind needs to be answered. "You think it's a viable theory, right?"

Stiles' dad looks up and answers, "Yeah, I do."

"Are you proud of me?" Stiles asks unsure if he really wants to know but with everything going on recently and all the lies and misdirections he's been giving him; he just wants to know that he hasn't ruined everything with his dad.

His dad looks up with a slight grin on his face and speaks fondly, "Yeah Stiles, I'm proud of you."

Stiles' face lights up like it's Christmas morning and he can unwrap his gifts now. He runs back the few steps he taken away from the table and tightly hugs his dad and then goes to get ready for bed.

Even now, hours later lying in bed half-awake after being woken up by his dad leaving for work he feels the giddiness in his chest over his dad being proud of him. His dad's approval has always meant the world to him even when he was younger and his mom was around. Hugging one of the pillows close to his chest with a slight grin on his face he goes back to sleep.

When Stiles wakes up later he is hungry. He slept in past noon and his stomach is growling for nourishment. Stiles sends off a text to his dad to tell him he was going to lunch at the cafe again and if he should pick up food for them to eat tonight. His dad texts back ten minutes later that he was wrapped up in the case and didn't expect to be back until late so not to get him anything.

The walk this time to Dingo Baby was different from the past few days. He felt eyes on him like he was being watched. It didn't matter how often he would stop and look at shop windows to use their reflection, he couldn't see who was watching him.

The hair on the back of his neck was standing on end. His breath was coming a little quicker and his pulse was a little faster. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins. He was being watched and by someone who knew how to hide.

Stiles tried to pretend that everything was fine but he knew it wasn't working. He got a few glances from people on the street. He looked hurried, nervous, and a little paranoid. The fact he kept stopping abruptly at store shops to look into the windows and then hurry off again didn't help any to dissuade that.

When he got to the café he bought his usual order and sat at the very back of the café with his back to the wall so he could watch who was coming in and out of the café. He knew it was paranoid and maybe it wouldn't even change anything as his watcher might not come in, but it felt like the right thing to do. It was a fool's hope but it did make him feel better. He set up his laptop and he started his search for information on the strange happenings in Portland once more.

Yesterday at the library he got some hints from the were-mice lady who ran off on him. Grim. It had to mean something.

Typing Grim into the search engine produced some interesting results. But nothing that was tied to anything supernatural or were-animals. Mostly it was definitions of the word and mythos on the Grim Reaper and Death Personified.

Then Stiles had a thought what if these were-animals were saying something that sounded like grim but was spelled differently?

He tried grym, grymm, groim,gryn, grin, gryn gyrim, and various other spellings. Most of it turned up nothing interesting or weren't related to anything supernatural. The one variation that he tried that popped up anything interesting was grimm. Multitudes of links related to the Grimm Brothers and their fairy tales popped up, many of them were links to translated copies of the original series of books. There was so many links of the same information that Stiles just gave up searching through the thousands of pages of results.

Every word variation of grim he tried gave him nothing. Nothing that could be tied to the supernatural. Nothing about why the were-animals would scream that at him and then run off. Nothing about anything at all that could be used to identify them.

Either Stiles was lost looking for a needle in a haystack without knowing what the needle looked like or there just wasn't any information online. Which didn't make sense. He found out about werewolves through his research. Why can't he find out about the other were-animals?

Is there a darknet in which the information is passed on? Or is it just that because so few can see them that no one else has written about them?

Or maybe grim or grimm wasn't connected to any of this? Maybe he just misheard them or they weren't speaking English or it was just an utterance in fear. It didn't make any sense but it was the best that Stiles could come up with since he couldn't identify what they were.

Why was he able to see it and no one else? What made him different?

He needs to go back to the library. He found a were-mouse there yesterday maybe he can find her again. Ask her what is going on. Answers have to be found somewhere.

Stiles orders up another take-out meal for dinner and goes back to his hotel. The whole time he is walking there he feels those eyes on him.

Once he arrived at the hotel and put the food in the fridge Stiles debated on whether or not to go to the library. He doesn't know who is following him or what they may want and if he will be safe. But the situation is pestering him. He's not going to let anyone intimidate him. He needs his answers and he's going to go out there and get them.

Unfortunately, even when he gets to the library there are no were-animals he can find around him and the books don't hold the answers. Not with the few clues he has. For the hell of it he asks for a copy of the Grimm Brother's Fairy Tales but they are checked out at the moment.

Nothing was found. No answers to his questions. And the sense that he was being watched never left him. Not in the cafe, not in the hotel, and not in the library. Goosebumps are crawling up and down his arms. He doesn't like this. Not one fucking bit.

Even when he is back in his hotel room with the door locked and the curtains over the windows closed he can still feel eyes on him. Stiles still feels his skin crawling with goosebumps. A feeling of foreboding fills him. It doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel safe.

It's been hours since he got back from the library. The sun has gone down and searching online to take his thoughts off the bad feel yields no results. The feeling of being watched hasn't gone away and Stiles is starting to get scared. It's time to ask other people for help.

The question is who does he ask for help?

Renard? Stiles knows nothing about the man except he might be a supernatural being or creature and that he is a cop, not to mention giving him creepy Peter Hale vibes.

Nick? He seems to be a normal human who has a positive effect on Renard and whose aunt unfortunately attracted the attention of some bad guys. Nothing that Stiles dug up even answered why people were trying to kill her. It's the great big unknown and with everyone connected to it dead, there will be no answers.

Derek? Well, Scott is pissed at him at the moment. Not to mention there's that whole I am the Alpha, obey me vibe. And of course Stiles totally had this internal narrative where Derek was saying that in his stupid growly sourwolf voice. Which okay, as if he wasn't intimidating enough, his eyes had to glow red on top of looking like a serial killer?

Doc Deaton? Maybe, but Scott knows him better than anyone. As far as Stiles knows, Deaton hasn't said one iota about werewolves since the Peter Hale showdown. Stiles doesn't think that Scott has brought it up yet either.

Allison? Maybe, but to his knowledge besides werewolves she doesn't really have any knowledge from the hunting archives or her family. It might raise flags for her to ask her parents about it too. Attracting the Argent family's attention is a big no-no right now.

So that leaves Scott. Scott who doesn't really ask questions about anything unless it has to do with things/people around him. Scott who is so very wrapped up in his Allison drama that he doesn't return phone calls half the time. Scott who...is his best friend. So Scott it is.

Stiles sits on his bed staring at his phone thinking about what he is going to say. Hey Scott, you know how dad kidnapped me to Portland because of the whole mess with helping Isaac escape from custody? Yeah, well it's not going so great. Some really weird stuff is going on and I need your help. Or, Scott, have you heard about any sort of invisible were-animals from Derek? Not invisible invisible but that they shift in front of people but most people don't see them? Kind of like a glamour or some illusion thing? Or magic!? Like Harry Potter magic!

Stiles doesn't know how to ask. He's going to sound crazy either way. Especially when he brings up how he feels that he's being watched all the time now. He knows that he sounds paranoid but he can't shake it. Someone or something out there is hunting him. He can feel it in his bones.

Stiles picks up the phone and it rings and rings and when he finally hears the click that lets him know that Scott is listening, Stiles just spills everything out. "Scott thank god you're there. I need your help. Something strange's going on here in Portland and I think someone or something's hunting me and –"

"Stiles. Calm down. Explain more slowly. What do you mean you need help?" Stiles was interrupted by the person who picked up the phone. But it wasn't Scott at the other end like he'd hoped. It was Derek. And really, it was always Derek wasn't it?

Stiles felt a surge of relief hit him. Derek answered. Derek was with Scott, How the hell did that happen? I thought Scott was ignoring Derek? Did they fight or something? Derek is breathing a little heavy.
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