The sunlight shone through Stiles's window as he slowly opened his eyes. He squinted as soon as they opened, still feeling sore and puffy from crying last night. He opened them fully and groaned as he looked at the time. 8:15. Half an hour to get to school. He groaned and rolled back over.

"You up?" he looked over his shoulder and sighed as his dad stood at the doorway.

"Yeah, I'm up." He nodded, rolling back over and resting his head against his pillow. His dad returned it as he walked in.

"You don't have to go to school today." He spoke.

"Dad, we broke up, it's not a big deal. Happens to everyone." He mumbled. His dad looked at him as he sat on the edge of his bed.

"Stiles, Y/N is missing." He admitted. Stiles's eyes widened as he sat up in his bed.

"What do you mean, missing?" he gulped.

"Her mom called it in this morning, saying that she didn't come home last night. All of her stuff is still at home, as is her car." He spoke. Stiles gulped.

"Okay, so, are you thinking she's run away, been kidnapped, another assassination attempt?" he choked. He sighed and shook his head.

"Stiles, there's no evidence of foul play in this. We'll follow the usual procedures, we'll send out an APB and a search party, but in my professional opinion, she just left, Stiles." He sighed. Stiles choked and looked down.

"She wouldn't just leave me. I know we broke up, but she wouldn't do that to me. Not after almost two years." he shook his head. His dad sighed.

"Okay. Well, I don't expect you to go into school today. I know you guys only broke up yesterday and now she's missing. That's too much for anyone to handle, so stay off today. Hang out with Scott and Lydia. Take it easy, kid, okay?" he asked. Stiles nodded. His dad sighed and returned it, ruffling his hair before standing from his bed.

"I'll leave you some money so that you can take them for pizza or something. Just avoid the press, they'll be asking all sorts of nasty questions that we don't want to answer." He scoffed.

"Okay, dad." He nodded. Stilinski returned it and gave him a small smile before leaving his room.

Stiles walked into the diner where he was meeting Lydia and Scott and looked around. He spotted them and gave them a small smile before walking towards them. They stood up and looked at each other before Lydia hugged him.

"How you doing?" she asked.

"Could be better." He sighed. Lydia nodded as they all sat down.

"What do you want?" Scott asked.

"Y/N." Stiles mumbled. Lydia and Scott looked at him.

"I think he meant to eat." Lydia nodded.

"My answer doesn't change." Stiles grumbled.

"Okay, wow, gross, let's just get you some...scrambled eggs." Lydia nodded.

"I don't want anything to eat." Stiles sighed.

"Well, tough, because that's what I'm ordering." Lydia nodded, making Stiles sigh again.

Y/N's P.O.V

I walked along the street, my backpack slung over one shoulder. I looked to the opposite street and stopped as I saw Stiles in the diner, with Lydia and Scott. My eyes wavered as he kept his gaze on his plate. It broke my heart to see him so sad, but I'd done what I had to. My eyes widened as suddenly Stiles looked up and directly at me before his eyes widened. A truck stopped at the red lights so it was covering me, giving me the perfect opportunity. I jumped up and grabbed the side of the truck as it started to move. I watched as Stiles ran out of the diner and looked around as Lydia and Scott followed him.

"Goodbye, Stiles." I whispered.

Stiles's P.O.V

"So, what does your dad think?" Lydia asked as Stiles pushed his scrambled eggs around the plate aimlessly. He shrugged.

"He says that she just left. No evidence of any assassination attempt, so it looks like she's just gone." He nodded, a tear falling from his eye.

"Dude, I'm so sorry." Scott sighed, making Stiles nod. Suddenly, his eyes widened slightly as he felt Y/N. His head shot up to look out of the window and his eyes widened further as he saw her standing on the other side of the road. He shot up and raced towards the entrance of the diner.

"Stiles!" Lydia yelled. He ignored her as he ran out to see a truck obstructing his view of the pavement. It moved, making him choke as she was gone.

"Stiles, are you okay?" Scott asked as they joined him. Stiles bit his lip.

"She was there. She was right there, on that freaking pavement." He choked, shaking his head.

"Stiles, hun, she wasn't there. She's gone." Lydia nodded, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. Stiles choked.

"I saw her though." He cried. Lydia looked at Scott.

"Come on, buddy, let's get you back inside." Scott nodded. Stiles choked and returned it as he let Lydia start to lead him back inside. He looked over his shoulder at the pavement again, but sighed as he saw nothing.

Stiles opened his eyes slowly and smiled at what he saw. Y/N lay next to him, her head tilted towards him with her eyes still closed. Stiles gently cupped her cheek before pressing his lips against hers. He smiled as he felt her smile into it and open her eyes slowly. He broke the kiss and looked at her.

"Morning." She whispered.

"Morning, beautiful." He spoke. She smiled as she sat up and put a leg over his waist, pinning him down as she straddled him. He looked at her intently as he placed his hands on her thighs.

"We've got to get up." She spoke, making him shake his head.

"No, we don't." he smiled.

"Stiles." She laughed.

"We can skip math, who needs math anyway?" he chuckled, making her laugh more.

"You're so goofy." She smiled.

"Thank you." He smirked as he sat up underneath her and pressed their lips together again. She smiled into it and closed her eyes as she held his face. He smirked as he rolled them over so he was pinning her down before moving his lips to her neck.

"Stiles." Stiles's eyes shot open as he felt someone shake his shoulder. He looked up and sighed, realising it was just a dream as his dad stood by the bed.

"Morning, son." Stilinski spoke.

"Any sign of Y/N?" Stiles asked. Stilinski sighed and shook his head.

"No, but we do need you to come in for an interview today." He admitted. Stiles's eyes widened as he sat up.

"I'm not a suspect, am I?" he scoffed.

"No, of course you're not, but you were the last person to see Y/N, so we need to rule out every possibility." He reassured. Stiles sighed and nodded.

"Just swing by at some point and come to my office." Stilinski spoke.

"Okay dad, will do." Stiles nodded. His dad returned it, gently ruffling his hair before leaving the room. Stiles sighed as he lay back down in bed and stared at the ceiling. He looked around the bed, just checking he was alone. Unfortunately, he was. Y/N wasn't there. Stiles looked at the pillow next to his head before picking it up. He pressed it to his nose and closed his eyes as he smelt it. God, it still smelt exactly like Y/N. Stiles moved the pillow away, holding the heavenly scent in his nose for a moment longer before closing his eyes and longing for the dream about Y/N to come back. It never did.

Stiles wandered into the police station and looked around. He walked up to Parish's desk, making the deputy look up at him.

"Oh, hey, Stiles. How you coping?" he asked.

"Could be better. My dad in his office?" he asked.

"Yeah, he is. But he's with someone." Parish admitted. Stiles looked at him.

"Who's he with?" he asked.

"I can't remember his name. Something starting with Mc, I think." Parish nodded. Stiles's eyes widened as he realised. He sighed and braced himself as he walked towards his dad's office and opened the door. He sighed again as it was him.

"Hey Stiles, long time, no see." Agent McCall smiled.

"Does Scott know you're here?" Stiles asked, tilting his head to the side.

"No, he doesn't, because I'm here for you, not him." He spoke. Stiles's eyebrows furrowed.

"What-."

"Just take a seat, son." Stilinski sighed. Stiles returned it as he sat down on the sofa.

"So, I've been assigned to your girlfriend's case, and I need to ask you-."

"Woah, woah, hold up, go back." Stiles scoffed.

"What's the issue?" McCall sighed. Stiles looked between him and his dad.

"Why the freaking hell has her case been given to the FBI?" he scoffed.

"This is their jurisdiction, Stiles. She went missing whilst a serial killer was at large, so they had to be brought in." Stilinski explained.

"Him specifically?" he spat, pointing his hand at McCall.

"You can't let personal bias stop you from helping me find your girlfriend, Stiles." He sighed. Stiles clenched his jaw as he leant forward and joined his hands.

"Fine, ask away." He nodded. McCall returned it before opening his notepad.

"When was the last time you saw her?" he asked.

"The night before she went missing." Stiles replied.

"What did she say to you?" he asked. Stiles looked down.

"She told me that she was breaking up with me." He nodded. McCall looked at him.

"Why was she breaking up with you?" he asked.

"That's irrelevant, he doesn't need to relive that." Stilinski protested.

"It's completely relevant, why was she breaking up with you?" McCall asked again. Stiles clenched his jaw and looked up.

"She had noticed that the serial killer had tried to kill her multiple times, and she didn't want me to become a target by being with her." He spoke.

"Were you upset by her ending it?" he asked.

"No, I was fine, I felt like running through a field of daisies. Of course, I was freaking upset." He spat.

"I see the sarcasm is still there." McCall sighed.

"I see the astounding level of stupidity is still there." Stiles retaliated, making his dad chuckle before muffling it. McCall sighed again before looking at Stiles.

"Did you fight about it? Try to get her to change her mind?" he asked. Stiles sighed and shook his head.

"We didn't fight, no. There was nothing to fight about. She had made up her mind, and she wasn't going to change it." He mumbled. McCall looked at him.

"Okay, I'm going to lay out a scenario here. You and Y/N fight because she wants to break up with you. She leaves, but you catch up with her, you have a physical fight which ends badly." He spoke. Stiles's eyes widened.

"Are you suggesting that I killed my girlfriend?" he scoffed.

"Because if you are, you need to back off." Stilinski spat.

"I'm just saying, it's suspicious." McCall stated. Stiles looked at his dad.

"I thought that I wasn't a suspect." He spoke.

"You're not, which is why Agent McCall needs to stop making wild accusations." His dad spat.

"You have to admit, Stiles, the situation you're in looks very suspicious." McCall sighed.

"No, no it doesn't because I didn't freaking kill her, nor do I know what happened to her. I loved her, I love her. She was my girlfriend, she was my first real love, and I doubt I'll ever love anyone else like I love her. It killed me to find out that she'd gone missing, and I'd do anything to have her back. So no, I didn't kill her, I would never even dream of doing that to anyone, let alone her. I didn't kill her, I love her." Stiles spat, a tear falling from his eye. McCall sighed as Stilinski gave Stiles a sympathetic look.

"Stiles, you're not a suspect. Go home, relax, calm down. I'll be home around 5, and I'll grab some pizza on my way home." His dad spoke softly. Stiles nodded as he stood up and opened the door. He paused and looked at McCall.

"Scott won't want to see you. He doesn't even know you're in town, and I know already that he won't want to see you." Stiles muttered.

"Things are different now, Stiles. I'm a changed man." McCall nodded. Stiles scoffed and shook his head.

"No, you're not." He mumbled before walking out and shutting the door.