[ he doubts she'll listen, but he doesn't say as much. derek's heart feels too big for his chest, nervous energy making it beat a little faster now that the photo's out there. stiles doesn't seem to get what's happening, and it makes derek laugh harder than usual, just - open and relieved and kind of incredulous. stiles is an excellent detective, but he's always slow to notice someone doing something for him.
derek gets out of the jeep. ]
Don't take this the wrong way, but. The guy who owns this car might honestly be the hottest person I've ever seen. Nobody holds a candle to him. Present company included.
[ stiles, of course, is the owner - derek's just the present company in charge of driving it back to the den. he closes doscoe's door behind him and walks over the concrete of the garage, taking steps towards open cans of paint. there's one that he hasn't put away yet - nearly used, still connected to an airbrush. derek takes a quick photo and sends it off, showing stiles just how pretty of a sky blue it is. ]
The lacrosse stick was actually supposed to be a baseball bat, but. The guy who made the charms hasn't had a lot of experience working with metal. It kind of warped. Tried to make the best of a bad situation, but. Pretty wild coincidence, right?
[ he turns around and takes a third photo. doscoe's tires are - familiar. they have to be. derek scoured through dealership after dealership to find a place that sold the same mags, the same covers, the same everything that roscoe had back home. the tires aren't a perfect match, but, they're close.
and then - another photo. black doors, freshly painted, connected to a frame of a car painted the same light blue as the open can on the workbench behind derek. a fifth photo - side-view mirrors, just the same as roscoe's. a sixth - steps, leading up to the driver's side door. a seventh: a numberplate, taken just low enough to show the car's got height. up from the ground, just like a jeep. ]
Anyway, wow. Gotta go. Just gonna hang up my phone and disappear for a while, leaving you alone with any unanswered questions you might have. Bye forever?
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derek gets out of the jeep. ]
Don't take this the wrong way, but.
The guy who owns this car might honestly be the hottest person I've ever seen.
Nobody holds a candle to him. Present company included.
[ stiles, of course, is the owner - derek's just the present company in charge of driving it back to the den. he closes doscoe's door behind him and walks over the concrete of the garage, taking steps towards open cans of paint. there's one that he hasn't put away yet - nearly used, still connected to an airbrush. derek takes a quick photo and sends it off, showing stiles just how pretty of a sky blue it is. ]
The lacrosse stick was actually supposed to be a baseball bat, but.
The guy who made the charms hasn't had a lot of experience working with metal. It kind of warped.
Tried to make the best of a bad situation, but.
Pretty wild coincidence, right?
[ he turns around and takes a third photo. doscoe's tires are - familiar. they have to be. derek scoured through dealership after dealership to find a place that sold the same mags, the same covers, the same everything that roscoe had back home. the tires aren't a perfect match, but, they're close.
and then - another photo. black doors, freshly painted, connected to a frame of a car painted the same light blue as the open can on the workbench behind derek. a fifth photo - side-view mirrors, just the same as roscoe's. a sixth - steps, leading up to the driver's side door. a seventh: a numberplate, taken just low enough to show the car's got height. up from the ground, just like a jeep. ]
Anyway, wow. Gotta go. Just gonna hang up my phone and disappear for a while, leaving you alone with any unanswered questions you might have.
Bye forever?