Fic: Partners (Teen Wolf, Sterek)
Title: Partners
Author: theron09
Pairing/Characters: Stiles/Derek
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1105 (22 points)
Summary: It’s Stiles’ first day as a detective and it doesn’t start well.
A/N: I wrote a criminals!AU so I decided to write a cop!AU as well! If I’d had more time, I’d have liked to expand on this a lot but have it in its shortened form instead. Written for the beacon_hills big bang challenge.
It’s Stiles’ first day out of uniform and he’s throwing up in a back alley just yards from a crime scene - he’d gotten as far away as he could, thinking all the time of the importance of preserving the evidence - and what’s really unfair is the fact he’s not being sick because he can’t handle seeing a body, or the blood, or any other part of being a detective. No, he’s throwing up because it was Scott’s turn to pick where they when to eat last night and Scott always picks places that are practically empty, no other customers inside - usually for a reason.
So, it’s his first day as a detective, he’s got food poisoning, there’s a decaying corpse, and it’s raining. As he straightens up, wiping at his mouth, Stiles is pretty sure things can’t get any worse. Then he sees he’s got an audience. There’s a man watching him; Stiles is supposed to be good at observation and recall but he’s pretty sure that, if asked later, he’ll only be able to say the words ‘tall, dark and handsome’ because the man just is. Until he speaks, because then any level of attractiveness he might possesses becomes irrelevant in comparison to how much he annoys Stiles.
“I guess there’s no need to ask if you’re the newbie,” the guy says, and it’d be kind of funny if he sounded like he were teasing, but his tone is laced with irritation.
Stiles shrugs. “That would be me. I’m not throwing up, though. I mean, I was throwing up but not because I’m new. I’ve seen bodies before, loads of them. I’m just sick, food poisoning or best friend-itis, whatever you want to call it.”
“I don’t really care either way. Derek Hale, I’m lead on this case and if you can’t keep it together I don’t need you here.”
And that’s it - the first proper case Stiles is assigned to as a homicide detective and the lead boots him off it before he even has a chance to remotely prove himself. He walks - okay, he might stomp a little - back to his car and climbs in, pulling out his cell to call contact number two on his speed dial.
It takes a while for Scott to answer but he’s cheerful when he does. “Stiles! How’s your first day going? I didn’t think you’d get time to call and talk today, it’s - wait, you’re not hurt are you?”
“Only by you,” he replies through gritted teeth, “and that health hazard you chose for us last night.”
“It wasn’t that bad, come on.”
“My stomach says otherwise.” Stiles glances in his rear view mirror, watching as more and more law enforcement officers arrive. “I should be with them.”
“With who?”
“The other detectives. Instead, I’ve been sent home. The first case I was supposed to work on and Derek Hale has decided he doesn’t want me.”
“Derek who?”
“Hale - he’s one of the senior detectives. He must either be really good or have friends in high places because he’s much younger than all the others.”
“Noticed that, did you?” asks Scott, sounding amused even over the phone.
“Yes, Scott. I noticed he was young when he was treating me like a rookie on his first day and, I know, it is my first day but that isn’t the point. He was rude and unwelcoming and-” he broke off as someone rapped on the window, “hang on, give me a sec.”
The rain was making it impossible to see anything out of the window so he opened his door to come face to face with Detective Hale.
“Are you going to move or sit around here getting in the way of actually officers on duty all night?”
As he drives away, Stiles comes to the conclusion that it’s no wonder some people commit murder.
~~
By the morning Stiles is feeling miles better as he arrives at work. On his already slightly cluttered desk he finds a message telling him Captain Argent wants to see him as soon as he arrives, so he heads for his superior’s office, eager to impress.
He emerges from the office, deflated, the knowledge of who his newly assigned partner is weighing him down.
~~
Stiles doesn’t know whether he’s happy or not to discover that Derek Hale acts like a jerk to literally everyone; the detective is positively gleeful whenever he gets to be a little rough with a suspect, impatient with witnesses and Stiles swears he actually saw him roll his eyes when they were talking to a victim. It’s a relief in a way because it means Stiles personally didn’t do anything wrong to get that reaction from Derek, but it makes it kind of difficult to be partners with the guy. He muddles through for two weeks, ignoring any urge to call the guy out on his attitude because Stiles is well aware how much further down the pecking order he is, but when Derek once again talks over him during an interview Stiles waits until they’re out of their suspect’s earshot and then lets loose.
“I wanted to ask him something there.”
“So why didn’t you?” Hale shrugs, already walking around to the driver’s seat that he’s claimed every day they’ve worked together so far.
“Oh, I don’t know - maybe because you talked over me. I get that you’re more experienced at this than me, okay, but how I am supposed to do my job and learn and be your partner if you won’t ever let me speak? It’s not professional and its-”
“You’re speaking plenty now.” There's a smirk on Derek's face - an actual, bonafide smirk, like he's enjoying himself.
Stiles fights the urge to kick their issue car - or Derek’s face - and settles for clenching his fists instead. “Believe me, I could go on listing the problems I have with you. You’re rude, and you make assumptions - that was food poisoning on my first day - and you don’t listen to other people’s ideas, you-”
There are so, so many more things on Stiles’ list but he suddenly can’t speak because Derek’s lips are pressed against his own and, really, can he help it if Derek’s a good kisser and he gets distracted from his rant? Derek's being surprisingly soft, one hand coming up to grip the back of Stiles' neck and squeeze lightly.
“What the - what was that for?” he splutters, when Derek pulls back looking smug.
“I didn’t know how else to make you shut up. It worked, didn’t it?”
Stiles stares at his partner all the way back to the precinct.
Author: theron09
Pairing/Characters: Stiles/Derek
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1105 (22 points)
Summary: It’s Stiles’ first day as a detective and it doesn’t start well.
A/N: I wrote a criminals!AU so I decided to write a cop!AU as well! If I’d had more time, I’d have liked to expand on this a lot but have it in its shortened form instead. Written for the beacon_hills big bang challenge.
It’s Stiles’ first day out of uniform and he’s throwing up in a back alley just yards from a crime scene - he’d gotten as far away as he could, thinking all the time of the importance of preserving the evidence - and what’s really unfair is the fact he’s not being sick because he can’t handle seeing a body, or the blood, or any other part of being a detective. No, he’s throwing up because it was Scott’s turn to pick where they when to eat last night and Scott always picks places that are practically empty, no other customers inside - usually for a reason.
So, it’s his first day as a detective, he’s got food poisoning, there’s a decaying corpse, and it’s raining. As he straightens up, wiping at his mouth, Stiles is pretty sure things can’t get any worse. Then he sees he’s got an audience. There’s a man watching him; Stiles is supposed to be good at observation and recall but he’s pretty sure that, if asked later, he’ll only be able to say the words ‘tall, dark and handsome’ because the man just is. Until he speaks, because then any level of attractiveness he might possesses becomes irrelevant in comparison to how much he annoys Stiles.
“I guess there’s no need to ask if you’re the newbie,” the guy says, and it’d be kind of funny if he sounded like he were teasing, but his tone is laced with irritation.
Stiles shrugs. “That would be me. I’m not throwing up, though. I mean, I was throwing up but not because I’m new. I’ve seen bodies before, loads of them. I’m just sick, food poisoning or best friend-itis, whatever you want to call it.”
“I don’t really care either way. Derek Hale, I’m lead on this case and if you can’t keep it together I don’t need you here.”
And that’s it - the first proper case Stiles is assigned to as a homicide detective and the lead boots him off it before he even has a chance to remotely prove himself. He walks - okay, he might stomp a little - back to his car and climbs in, pulling out his cell to call contact number two on his speed dial.
It takes a while for Scott to answer but he’s cheerful when he does. “Stiles! How’s your first day going? I didn’t think you’d get time to call and talk today, it’s - wait, you’re not hurt are you?”
“Only by you,” he replies through gritted teeth, “and that health hazard you chose for us last night.”
“It wasn’t that bad, come on.”
“My stomach says otherwise.” Stiles glances in his rear view mirror, watching as more and more law enforcement officers arrive. “I should be with them.”
“With who?”
“The other detectives. Instead, I’ve been sent home. The first case I was supposed to work on and Derek Hale has decided he doesn’t want me.”
“Derek who?”
“Hale - he’s one of the senior detectives. He must either be really good or have friends in high places because he’s much younger than all the others.”
“Noticed that, did you?” asks Scott, sounding amused even over the phone.
“Yes, Scott. I noticed he was young when he was treating me like a rookie on his first day and, I know, it is my first day but that isn’t the point. He was rude and unwelcoming and-” he broke off as someone rapped on the window, “hang on, give me a sec.”
The rain was making it impossible to see anything out of the window so he opened his door to come face to face with Detective Hale.
“Are you going to move or sit around here getting in the way of actually officers on duty all night?”
As he drives away, Stiles comes to the conclusion that it’s no wonder some people commit murder.
~~
By the morning Stiles is feeling miles better as he arrives at work. On his already slightly cluttered desk he finds a message telling him Captain Argent wants to see him as soon as he arrives, so he heads for his superior’s office, eager to impress.
He emerges from the office, deflated, the knowledge of who his newly assigned partner is weighing him down.
~~
Stiles doesn’t know whether he’s happy or not to discover that Derek Hale acts like a jerk to literally everyone; the detective is positively gleeful whenever he gets to be a little rough with a suspect, impatient with witnesses and Stiles swears he actually saw him roll his eyes when they were talking to a victim. It’s a relief in a way because it means Stiles personally didn’t do anything wrong to get that reaction from Derek, but it makes it kind of difficult to be partners with the guy. He muddles through for two weeks, ignoring any urge to call the guy out on his attitude because Stiles is well aware how much further down the pecking order he is, but when Derek once again talks over him during an interview Stiles waits until they’re out of their suspect’s earshot and then lets loose.
“I wanted to ask him something there.”
“So why didn’t you?” Hale shrugs, already walking around to the driver’s seat that he’s claimed every day they’ve worked together so far.
“Oh, I don’t know - maybe because you talked over me. I get that you’re more experienced at this than me, okay, but how I am supposed to do my job and learn and be your partner if you won’t ever let me speak? It’s not professional and its-”
“You’re speaking plenty now.” There's a smirk on Derek's face - an actual, bonafide smirk, like he's enjoying himself.
Stiles fights the urge to kick their issue car - or Derek’s face - and settles for clenching his fists instead. “Believe me, I could go on listing the problems I have with you. You’re rude, and you make assumptions - that was food poisoning on my first day - and you don’t listen to other people’s ideas, you-”
There are so, so many more things on Stiles’ list but he suddenly can’t speak because Derek’s lips are pressed against his own and, really, can he help it if Derek’s a good kisser and he gets distracted from his rant? Derek's being surprisingly soft, one hand coming up to grip the back of Stiles' neck and squeeze lightly.
“What the - what was that for?” he splutters, when Derek pulls back looking smug.
“I didn’t know how else to make you shut up. It worked, didn’t it?”
Stiles stares at his partner all the way back to the precinct.