Nightmares

01

Scott was getting ready for bed. As he laced up his lacrosse stick, he heard an odd sound. He grabbed a wooden bat and made his way outside.

Stiles Stilinski dangled from the roof, causing Scott to scream.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" Scott cried.

"You weren't answering your phone, and I have no idea where Tabitha is," Stiles replied. "Why do you have a bat?"

"I thought you were a predator."

"A pre -- I -- wha -- look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police."

"For what?"

"Two joggers found a body in the woods."

"A dead body?"

"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body."

"You mean like murdered?"

"Nobody knows yes. Just that it was a girl, probably in her late 20s."

"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?"

"That's the best part. They only found half. We're going."

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Scott let out an annoyed sigh as they reached the Beacon Hills Preserve. "We're seriously doing this?"

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles shot back.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow," Scott said.

"Right, 'cause sitting on the bed is such a grueling effort," Stiles replied sarcastically.

"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."

"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"

"Huh! I didn't even think about that."

"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out there?"

"Also something I didn't think about."

Tabitha walked up to the boys and said, "It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail. Your reputation proceeds you well, Stiles."

"I know. Thanks, Tabitha. Hang on. Have you been out here the whole time? Why? What were you doing?"

"Nothing. I heard my mom mention something and came to check it out."

"Wait. If your mom's here, that means-"

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott suggested, pausing.

Tabitha glanced back and Scott ushered her forward.

"Wait, come on!" Stiles cried as Tabitha caught up to him.

"Stiles! Wait up! Stiles! Stiles!"

"Hold it right there!" a cop demanded.

"Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me," Sheriff Stilinski said, grabbing Stiles' collar. "And his accomplice is Deputy Young's."

"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles asked innocently.

"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?"