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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 & 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴

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Meilani tossed in her sleep, finding it a bit hard to with everything that's been going on. Her and Kira were now officially safe from the Onis as they clearly weren't harboring the evil spirit that they were searching for. Rafe had made a great recovery from the surgery he had to get and had to wear an arm sling for a few weeks until his tendons healed back up. It was the one good thing to come out of the past few days.

Though, it looked like Meilani wouldn't have been getting much sleep anyways when her phone begin to vibrate on the bed next to her. Meilani rolled over in her bed and blinked her eyes as the bright light shined in her face in her darkened room. When her eyes finally adjusted she saw that it was Stiles trying to get in touch with her and she quickly put the phone to her ear. "Hey, babe, you okay?" 

All Meilani heard on the other end was the sound of electricity buzzing and heavy breathing. She could practically hear the nervous tilt to Stiles' breathing. "Sti? Babe? Talk to me."

"Baby," Stiles whimpers and the sound alone is enough to have Meilani shoot up in bed, her eyes blowing wide in concern. "Baby, I don't . . . I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking."

Meilani ran a hand over her face as she pushed herself to the end of the bed, trying to keep herself calm so she could be sane enough to help Stiles with whatever was wrong. "Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see, babe."

"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my . . . "

Meilani let out a noise of fear as the line suddenly disconnected, her heart instantly spiking at the fear of not being in contact with Stiles anymore. She pushed off her bed and redialed Stiles' phone, but she only got his voicemail in response. A slew of curses escaped her lips as she kept trying Stiles over and over, but still got his voicemail as her heart rate grew more rapid by the second. 

Isaac suddenly burst into her room, his eyes alert as they took in Meilani's state. He took large steps across the room and made Meilani look at him, his heart shattering at the pure terror that was on her face. "Lans, I heard your heart rate. What's wrong?"

Meilani's hands shook violently as she tried Stiles again, but was met the same fate. She let out a cry of frustration and allowed Isaac to pull her into him, hugging her close to him as she tried not to totally freak out. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she quickly put the phone to her ear, knowing it was Stiles without even looking at it. "Stiles?"

"Lani, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move," Stiles rambled desperately, still sounding just as frightened as when he called the first time.

"Baby, where are you?" Meilani choked out, her voice slightly muffled by the soft fabric of Isaac's gray thermal shirt he had worn to bed. "Can you see anything?"

"I don't know. I don't know, it's too dark. I can't see much and something is wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something and it's . . . I think it's bleeding."

Meilani tensed up at the thought of Stiles being injured and Isaac rubbed soothing circles into her back, trying to keep her from snapping like she so desperately wanted to. Her biggest fear was losing Stiles and it felt like she was about to with how he was talking to her. "How bad? Stiles, you need to tell me how bad it is." She paused for a moment when she heard absolutely nothing on the other end, only spiking her fear even more. "Baby? Are you there? Can you hear me?"

"Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering," Stiles cried down other line and Meilani could just picture her boyfriend frantically searching around him. He was scared and alone and Meilani just wanted to find him and reassure him that everything would be okay because she was there for him. She was always there. 

Meilani sniffled quietly - hoping Stiles didn't hear it, but knowing Isaac could - and pulled away slightly from Isaac to wipe at her eyes, suddenly feeling how soaked her face was. "Okay, listen, I'm going to call your dad."

"No, no, no, don't," Stiles yelled, startling Meilani slightly at the sudden power his tone. It quickly washed away Stiles began to let out small cries again, his breathing erratic on the other end. "Just please don't call him, Lani. Promise you won't. He already worries about me too much. Baby, please."

"But what if I can't find you? Stiles, I can't make you that promise," Meilani argued, wanting all the expert hands she could get to help her find Stiles before something bad happened to him. Her eyes met with Isaac's blue ones that were filled with worry, especially when he noticed the anxiety that was laced all over Meilani's.

"No, no, no. Please don't call him," Stiles sobbed, sniffling on the other end again. "Come find me, baby. I know you can do it. I know you can find me. He doesn't have to know I'm gone. Baby, you hear me? You can find me."

Meilani shook her head as the tears began to choke her up and she stumbled back from Isaac, feeling like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. She began to see black spots in her vision and it was getting increasingly harder to take a breath in. "Stiles, I don't know if I can do this. I can't do it. Please, please let me - "

"Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off. I'm gonna call you right back."

"What, Stiles, no!" Meilani yelled, but it was already too late as the Stilinski boy hung up the other end. The cellphone dropped from Meilani's hand as her hands began to shaking violently and her chest heaved dangerously as the anxiety settled in. Small wheezes came out of her mouth and she collapsed to the ground, Isaac catching her before she could hit the fluffy white rug beneath their feet.

Isaac grabbed both sides of Meilani's face and forced her to look at him, her breathing becoming more and more erratic as the seconds ticked by. He could hear how fast her heart raced in her chest and could feel the sweat begin to build underneath his palm as Meilani slipped deeper into a panic attack. "Lans, hey, hey, look at me. Look at me, okay? I need you to breathe with me. I need you to breathe so we can go find Stiles." 

Meilani clutched onto the front of Isaac's shirt and - no matter hard she tried - Meilani couldn't get her lungs to expand and felt her head getting light from the lack of oxygen. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to will her body to create any sort of oxygen it could. Enough to keep her calm enough to go look for Stiles. She was glad Isaac was there to hear the conversation because she clearly would have had an awful time trying to get out the words to tell him what happened with Stiles. 

"Lans, please, Stiles need you to breathe," Isaac tried, hoping using the Stilinski boy's name would trigger her anchor. "Yeah? If you stay here hyperventilating, Stiles will never get found and something can happen to him. So breathe for him, okay? Breathe so we can go save your boyfriend just like you save everyone else."

Isaac's words thankfully seemed to do the trick as oxygen was shoved back into Meilani's lungs and the black spots around her eyes slowly faded her away. Her head no longer felt light and heavy and she slowly blinked her eyes open to look at Isaac, who eyed her cautiously still in case she relapsed. She whimpered quietly and sniffled, allowing Isaac to wipe away her tears with the end of his sleeve. 

"Okay, good girl. Now, take two minutes to throw on regular clothes and I'll meet you right back here. I'm just going to go put on jeans and a jacket," Isaac soothingly said, brushing Meilani's hair away from her soaked face as he helped her to her feet. "We will find him, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Meilani whispered, avoiding Isaac's eyes as he paused near her door.

"I never break my promises," was all Isaac said before he was out of Meilani's room and rushing back to his room to throw on clothes.

Meilani moved robotically around her room as she grabbed a plain gray t-shirt and running leggings, slipping on her jean jacket over it. Much to Isaac's words, he was literally back in two minutes dressed in a black t-shirt, black jacket and black jeans. He looked like he was about to go rob someone and if Meilani wasn't so frazzled and numb, she would have made an off hand comment about it to him.

The phone buzzed in Meilani's jacket pocket and she whipped it out, placing it to her ear. "Stiles, you there?"

"Did you call him? Did you call my dad?"

"No, just Isaac. We're coming to find you. Can you figure out where you are?" Meilani asked, making sure to keep her tone strong so Stiles wouldn't know she was completely losing her mind. "Try to find something and tell us where to look."

"It's a basement. I think . . . I think I'm in some kind of basement," Stiles whispered on the other side.

"In a house?" Isaac chimed in, pressing his ear to the phone even though he could hear the conversation perfectly fine even from across the room.

"No. It looks bigger, like industrial. I think there's a furnace, but it's cold. It's freezing down here. I gotta turn the . . . I gotta turn the phone off. It's going to die."

Meilani gasped and tensed up as she heard Stiles shuffle the phone around to hang up. "Wait, wait, wait. What else is there? What do you see?"

"The phone's dying. I can't talk," Stiles cried and lowered his voice even more than it already been. "I have to go. Please . . . "

"Stiles, why are you whispering?" Meilani braved to inquire, knowing she wasn't going to like the answer she was going to get from him.

The other side was quiet for a long, tense moment and Stiles took a shuddering breath in. "Because I think there's someone in here with me."

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Before Isaac and Meilani could have even begun to try and find Stiles, the two had received yet another frantic call from Lydia. She had begged Meilani and Isaac to meet her and Aiden at Stiles' house where they waited for them in Stiles' bedroom. Noah's car was missing from the driveway and Meilani realized that he must still be out on duty. Something that was probably good for them because they wouldn't have to explain to him where Stiles was.

"How did you know?"

Lydia and Aiden both whirled around at Meilani's voice and they broke apart slightly where they were huddled together near Stiles' bed. "I heard it."

"Don't ask. It gets more confusing when you ask," Aiden told Meilani and Isaac, shaking his head for them to just move on with the conversation.

Meilani furrowed her eyebrows and followed Lydia's gaze over to Stiles' bed. Towards the top near Stiles' pillow, a handle with multiple pieces of red rope were tied to it and then pinned at the other end to multiple pictures, articles and maps that littered the walls surrounding his bed. What the hell was Stiles doing with all this rope?

"He used red for his unsolved cases," Lydia informed the group, reminding Meilani that Lydia had come to Stiles' one day to help him figure out the case while Meilani was at the Yukimura household with Scott.

"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case," Aiden suggested.

"Or is an unsolved case," Isaac thought aloud, eyes trailing around the Stilinski boy's room for any other signs of anything weird. Or, something weirder than normal for Stiles.

"Hold on. Is he still out there? You don't know where he is?" Lydia exclaimed, staring at Meilani in shock. The look only made Meilani feel worse than already she did.

Isaac narrowed his eyes at the strawberry blonde and took a step closer to her. "Meilani already feels bad enough, Martin. All Meilani could get out of Stiles is that he's in an industrial basement somewhere. So how about instead of pointing fingers and making the poor boy's girlfriend feel even more like shit, we help her figure out where Stiles could have been taken? Like helping Meilani and I get a better scent of him so we can go look."

"What did he say?"

"Something's wrong with his leg. It's bleeding and he's freezing," Meilani replied, fiddling with the end of her jacket as the nerves spiked through her again.

"Tonight's the coldest night of the year," Aiden noted, glancing out the window to his right into the dark, cold town outside. "It's going to drop into the twenties."

"What did his dad say?" Lydia questioned next.

Meilani rolled her lips into her mouth and rocked back awkwardly on her heels, clearing her throat. "We, uh . . . we didn't tell him that yet."

Lydia's eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she stared between the two wolves before her in disbelief. "Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad?"

"He begged me not to, Lydia! Isaac and I can find him through scent. If he was sleepwalking then he couldn't have gotten far, right?" Meilani asked, turning to Lydia who she knew would know more about this than anyone in the room.

"Meilani, you didn't notice his Jeep was missing?"

"Wait, Roscoe's gone?!" Meilani exclaimed, pushing through Aiden and Lydia to get to the window next to Stiles' bed that looked out onto the driveway. Much to Aiden's word, Roscoe was no longer in the driveway and neither was Noah's. She barely even noticed the blue Jeep was gone, only taking notice of Noah's car being absent. Did her mind magically put it there in her head so she would miss that it was gone?

She was seriously losing her alpha touch with how heightened all her emotions were in the moment.

"You promised that you wouldn't call Noah, but I didn't," Lydia announced, pulling out her phone to pull up Noah's contact to call him.

"Wait, Lydia, hold on," Meilani begged, not wanting to frighten Stiles more than he already was. She wrapped a hand gently around Lydia's wrist since she didn't want to hurt the Martin girl in the least bit. "Please. I can get more help. I can call Derek, Allison . . . "

"Everyone except for the cops. Great idea, Meilani!" Lydia retorted, removing Meilani's hand from around her wrist.

"You guys remember she gets these feelings when someone is about to die, right?" Aiden reminded desperately.

Meilani chewed the inside of her lip as she thought over Lydia and Aiden's words. Maybe they were right and to save Stiles, she would have to go against his wishes. Something that Meilani didn't do very often because she always aimed to make Stiles happy and knew that he always had a reasoning behind his words. However, if Lydia was hearing Stiles' voice or something having to do with where he was, then both Lydia and Aiden were right.

Stiles was in serious danger and could die if they didn't hurry up and get some real help.

"You don't need to call Noah," Meilani denied, slowly pushing down Lydia's hand that held onto the phone. "It's five minutes to the station from here." She went to walk out of the room when Lydia and Aiden didn't move a muscle to go with Meilani and Isaac out the door. "Lydia?"

"We'll catch up. There is something here."

"Yeah, evidence of total insanity," Isaac scoffed and shooting Meilani an innocent smile when she turned to flash her red alpha eyes at him threateningly.

Meilani's eyes flickered over to the case board that was littered with red rope everywhere. It looked like he had been frantically researching whatever's been going on. She had just been in the house not that long ago and the wall didn't even remotely look as full and crazy as it did right then. That's what scared Meilani the most. "We can figure out what's wrong with Stiles after we keep him from freezing to death."

"Go, Meilani. We'll be right behind you."

If Meilani had any arguments, she wouldn't have been able to voice them as Isaac tugged her from the room before she could even form a response to Lydia and Aiden. They had both hopped back on Scott's bike - which she kindly left him a note about stealing to make herself feel less guilty for taking it - and sped off towards the sheriff's station where he stood with one of the newer deputies, Parrish.

Telling Noah was the hardest thing that Meilani ever had to do and she was grateful Isaac had taken over mid-way through when she started to get choked up by the emotions that raged through her. She had this constant pounding in her head as her mind kept shouting at her to just hurry up and save Stiles. That she needed to get to him before he died. That she couldn't fail yet another person, especially not one that she was so freaking in love with.

Noah bowed his head as he leant his hands on Deputy Parrish's desk and Meilani's heart only shattered more when she could hear the rise in Noah's heart rate. He mumbled a few words to himself that actually went unheard by Meilani and Isaac since he had mumbled it just low enough for it to be a jumble of words and incoherent. He pushed himself back up to his full height and placed his hands on his hips, letting out a shaky breath. 

"Okay, if his Jeep is gone, then that's where we start. Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep. Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could have gotten into while sleepwalking," Noah ordered,